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Jasmine Moon by Celia Breslin - Book Tour + Giveaway

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Here’s some moody music to get
you in a Halloween state of mind. Happy listening!

* “Divide” - Birthday Massacre

* “Red Stars” - The Birthday Massacre
* “Pale” - The Birthday Massacre
* “Midnight” - Birthday Massacre
* “Disparate Youth” - Santigold

* “Every Day is Halloween” - Ministry

* “Hungry Like the Wolf” - Duran Duran
* “Living Dead Girl” - Rob Zombie

* “The Wretched” - Nine Inch Nails

* “Where Is Everybody” - Nine Inch Nails

* “The Day The Whole World Went
Away” – Nine Inch Nails

“Goblin Girl” -  Frank Zappa

* “Tino’s Halloween Breaks”
-  Tino (aka Ben Stokes, Jack Dangers
& friends)
* Wicked Insane Evil Dub” - Tino
* “Scare Crow” - Ministry
* “Choralone” - Skinny Puppy

* “Waking the Witch” - Kate Bush (2018 Remaster)

* “Get Out Of My House” - Kate
Bush (2018 Remaster)
* “Intruder” - Peter Gabriel
* “Madness” – Killing Joke

Jasmine Moon
Black Hills Wolves
Celia Breslin

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher:  Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication: June 3, 2016

ISBN:  9781683610458

Number of pages:  108
Word Count:  36,400

Cover Artist:  Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Tech mogul and workaholic Wolf Evan Luparell has little time for distractions but takes a break for his brother’s wedding in South Dakota. When asked to escort another wedding attendee from the airport to Los Lobos, he agrees. Then he meets the curvy spitfire, and she ignores him.

Designer and Wolf Mina Carver didn’t mean to be rude to the handsome, glowering man claiming to be her ride, but she was busy working. Now she must endure a ride to the Black Hills with the cranky but sexy Dominant Wolf. Unexpected mating energy sparks between them, but still—should she dismiss, or kiss him?

Kisses win and they agree upon a no-strings fling. But with each wedding activity throwing them together, and their powerful chemistry and mate compatibility complicating matters, can two workaholics truly have their fun then walk away?

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Evan tipped his
head and eyed the ceiling. Prompt replies, punctual people. Striking deals and
hitting deadlines. These items made his world tick. Not loitering around a miniscule
airport pulling a Waiting for Godot moment on infinite repeat for a no-show, flakey
designer from California.

God grant him
patience and balls of steel when he showed up without the designer and the
all-important wedding dress, because his future sister-in-law Darci would
certainly be unhappy. […]

He took a deep
fortifying breath and froze. Airport smells assailed his senses—the sharp tang
of bleach and lemon-scented cleaners, […] coffee, donuts, fried fast food, and
under it all, the distinct musk of wolf.
Female wolf.

She smelled damn
good. His wolf perked up, and his legs propelled him toward the empty baggage
claim, where one bright-pink suitcase covered in Hello Kitty stickers sat,
unclaimed, on the unmoving L-shaped conveyor belt. Her scent, stronger here,
socked his gut, and his gaze shot to the corner.

The chaos around
the woman stunned him silent. Large, paper coffee cup, half-eaten banana, and a
quarter of a powdered doughnut perched on a brown paper bag next to her. Crumbs
splattered the linoleum and the woman’s long-sleeved blue blouse in a thick
layer of white, sugary dust. On her other side, two pink garment bags lay like
corpses, along with a bubblegum-pink unzipped duffel as long as her
outstretched, denim-clad legs. Some of the bag’s contents—pads of drawing paper
and large swaths of fabric—protruded over the opening, the fabric splaying over
her legs in a rainbow-colored blanket. Her feet peeked out of the mess, encased
in sparkling pink UGGs. Good grief, sequins? She smacked her shiny boots
together in a poor imitation of Dorothy and bobbed her head from side to side
in time to some music only she seemed to hear. Her shoulder-length red hair,
the color of ripe dark cherries—his favorite fruit—gleamed under the harsh
airport lighting and curtained most her face from his view, save a pert nose
and small chin, both speckled with a generous amount of freckles.

always liked freckles.                     

Clearing his
throat, he stepped closer, but she didn’t flinch in surprise or look up. Her
attention remained on the tablet on her lap, the stylus between her pale,
freckled fingers swiping without hesitation over her screen. […]

He positioned
himself right in front of her wiggly, booted feet. “Excuse me, J—”

“Sh.” She raised
her arm and flicked her hand in the universal get lost gesture.

He gaped at her.
“Excuse me?”

Another wave of
her hand while her stylus streaked across her tablet screen with the other.
“Not interested.”

Nice voice. Low
and husky. Her attitude, on the other hand… “But—”

“Go away.” Her velvet
voice carried a stubborn edge.

In other
circumstances, he would’ve admired her strength. But he’d wasted copious
amounts of time hunting for the clearly inconsiderate and irresponsible female.
“Fine. Get your own damn ride to Los Lobos. Jasmine.”

About the Author:

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 stories are action-packed and typically include one of the many varieties of romantic entanglements: fated mates, second chance, rescue romance, opposites attract, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and more.

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, as well as everything in the Marvel Universe franchise. Of course!



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  1. Hi Jasmine, Thanks for hosting my wolves on your blog. Happy Halloween! :)


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