a look at Celia Breslin & 'Diamond Moon' @celiabreslin @decadentpub #ParanormalRomance #shifter

Today we have author Celia Breslin visiting. Welcome!

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* Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her award-winning vampire series - The Tranquilli Bloodline - is available from Champagne Books. Diamond Moon is her first werewolf story for Decadent Publishing’s Black Hills Wolves shifter line.
* When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.

Today Celia Breslin will be talking about Diamond Moon: The Birth of a Story.
* When I was first invited to submit a story idea to the Black Hills Wolves, a multi-author, shared world series, a question popped into my mind: What if one of my characters were a half-breed with a life-threatening shifting problem?
* Once I posed the question, my Muse immediately introduced me to Darci Diamond. I got to know her through a detailed character questionnaire and developed her internal and external GMC (goal, motivation and conflict).
* Meet Darci, a 23-year-old computer nerd and college grad. She’s half human, half Wolf-shifter.
* Internal GMC:
* Goal: Darci wants a place to belong and someone to love.
* Motivation: She’s lonely, having spent her life hiding her true identity.
* Conflict: She’s afraid to trust.
* External GMC:
* Goal: Darci wants to find a cure for her life-threatening shifts.
* Motivation: She almost dies from shifting forms during every full moon.
* Conflict: She must find and convince shifters to help her.
* I repeated the character process for Ross, a tech company owner and philanthropist. He’s in his late twenties and 100% dominant Wolf.
* From there, I outlined the plot, and voilà: a story was born!
* Happy reading! :-)
* Xo,
* Celia A look into...

~ Blurb ~ * Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond spends every full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her excruciating shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop beating. Seeking a cure, she journeys to Los Lobos.
* Ross Luparell returns to the struggling Tao pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build homes for pack families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one true mate. But when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it. She’s the one.
* She wants a normal human life, free from pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it takes to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him with her heart? ~ Excerpt ~ * He reached out with his Wolf senses. The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob. Female. Damn, she smelled good. Human. Wolf. Wait…both? The copper tang of blood hit his nose. And injured.
* He flung open the door. His abrupt move caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled and fell forward. Catching her, he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.
* She sagged against him, a shivering bundle of wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut. Apples and cinnamon. Roses and honey. His body perked up, taking extreme notice. He fought the growl of possession threatening to tear out of his throat. Holy hell, had his potential mate just walked into his home in the middle of a storm?
* The scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”
* His instincts urged him to check her for wounds, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. See all of her. With a jacket covering her torso, tight jeans hiding her legs, and her ball cap pulled low on her face, all he’d seen so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and those delicate, trembling hands.
* “S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, teeth chattering. Her snow white fingers curled on the hardwood, arms trembling with her effort to keep herself upright. Blood streaked the wood. A line of liquid crimson slid down her jaw and dripped from her chin onto her jacket.
* To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.
* Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw for the hidden-object games she designed. Ethereal beauty. My beauty. He stroked a knuckle down her cheek then ran his thumb over her soft, full lower lip.
* She flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.
* Ross snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”
* His gaze shot to her forehead where a two-inch cut sent blood trailing over her prominent cheekbone with its silky-smooth skin he’d so enjoyed caressing—
* Shit. He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.” Buy Diamond Moon here... All Romance eBooks | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookStrand | Google Play | iTunes | Kobo | Add to Goodreads Find Celia Breslin here... Blog | Facebook | Goodreads | Newsletter | Pinterest | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, Celia Breslin! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.