About the Author:
Nilsa
Rodriguez ‘s love for writing began at an early age. Being an author is quite
literally a dream come true for a girl who spent most of her childhood moments
escaping to far-away lands and wondering into enchanted forests through the
many books she's read growing up and still enjoys to this very day.
Having had
studied Fashion Design at Parsons School of Design and Early Childhood
Education at Penn Foster College her love for writing has always remained close
to heart. Nilsa received her literary diploma from The Institute for Children
Literature in 2009.
Born and
raised in New Jersey,
she now lives in sunny Florida
with her husband and son where you can find her writing well into the night on
her next novel.
Visit the
author on the web: www.NilsaRodriguez.com
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Title: The Rising Moon
Author: Nilsa Rodriguez
Genre: Paranormal, Romance, Young-Adult
Publisher: Black Dove Publishing
Paperback/Ebook
Pages: 318
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Book Description:
How many
lives must you live to realize that love is stronger than time and death?
Orphaned at
the age of five, Angelia (Lia) Lafosse was left with questions about whom and
what she truly was. One thing was clear. Lia was different…some might even say
cursed.
With the help
of her best friend, Ryan Woodruff, she begins to unlock the secrets of her
families past and discover answers that prove more startling than she ever
imagined. Not only was she a werewolf, but a reincarnation of the immortal
werewolf, a werewolf with immense powers beyond any of her kind. A werewolf
that if discovered by the Lobison’s to have returned, can jeopardize both Lia
and those she love.
Torn between
Lyle Ulric, the charming werewolf whose bloodline is as ancient and powerful as
her own. And Adam Ambrose, the mysterious and alluring vampire who’s determined
not to allow fate or anyone tear their love apart again.
Lia has to
make a choice… Destiny or Love…Run or Fight…Live or Die
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∞ Chapter 1 ∞
THE AIR FELT
THICK as a sauna. Clouds clustered overhead, like black mountains violently
unleashing a torrent of lightning bolts that lit up the sky, making the night
bright as day. I felt in the pit of my stomach that something terrible was
brewing outside. The storm was unlike any other I have ever seen before…it
seemed supernatural.
“Lia!”
hollered John. His voice sounded impatient and thunderous as the storm outside.
“Li-a!”
I rushed out
of bed and met him in the kitchen.
He was drunk
again. The smell of whisky reeked through his pores and clothes and met me at
the doorway. He wasn't always an alcoholic. He once was happy and full of life,
but it all changed the night his wife Veena died. Her sudden and horrific death
were too much for him to bear.
The night she
died, John was returning late from a hunting trip and accidentally struck an
animal as he drove up the dark and narrow road that led to our house. The
animal was quick and John couldn’t make out what it was. All he knew was he
struck it hard because the whole front bender on his truck was damaged.
He got out
and reached for his shot gun and followed the animal into the woods, but
although the animal was injured, it was still fast enough to outrun him so he
decided to leave the animal alone.
When he got
home, Veena wasn’t there. I was asleep and John awoke me, asking me if I knew
where she was. It wasn’t like her to be out so late or to not answer her cell
phone---especially after he’s called her four times, one phone call after the
other. Worried, John set out to look for her while I asked the other ranch
workers if they’ve seen her.
After
searching for nearly two and a half hours, John found her lifeless body a
hundred yards from the house in a pool of blood. She was badly injured. She had
deep wounds across her face, her ribs were crushed and her legs were broken.
The medical
examiner declared the cause of the death as being mauled by an animal. John
felt that if he‘d killed the animal he injured with his truck earlier that
night; Veena would still be alive today. He blamed himself for her death and
ever since that night, he hasn’t been the same.
“Listen
girl,” he said. “It seems Star has gotten out again and the storm is picking up
pretty bad out there. See if you can get that stupid horse to return back to
the stables. God only knows why she listens to you and not me.”
Star’s an Appaloosa
mare and the latest addition to the ranch. Her temperament was supposed to be
gentle, but since her arrival four months ago, John hasn’t been able to tame
her. I’m the only person on the ranch she allowed near her. I didn’t mind it at
all. There was something about her human-like brown eyes that comforted me as
much as I comforted her.
“Well, are
you going?” he asked reaching for a chair, but nearly missing it.
I really had
no other choice but to go out in the storm. We didn’t own the ranch we lived
in, the Ulric’s did. And if they saw John, or smelled him for that matter, in
the condition he was in tonight they’d surely run us out in a heartbeat.
“Go on now,”
he said as he swooshed me with his hand.
“Yes sir,” I
grumbled.
Not caring to
change out of my blue cotton night gown, I quickly put on my boots and at the
sound of a roaring thunder, I reached for my raincoat and headed out the door.
The howling wind and blinding rain was harsh and poured down unsteady. It came
at me from all directions, slapping me as I attempted to make my way through. I
pulled the strings on the neck of my hood to keep it from falling, but it was
no use, my hair was already drenched and now stuck to my stinging face.
“Star!” I
shouted over the smacking rain. “Where are you girl?”
Unable to see
where I was going, I stepped on a thorny bush beside the stable wall. Blood ran
warm and quick down the side of my leg. With a slight limp, I hopped into the
stables and examined the wound. I was relieved that it was just a mere scratch,
but boy did it sting! I limped over to where the horses were and to my surprise
Star was there staring at me with those large brown eyes.
It was
obvious by the look of her chestnut coat that she was dry. What John saw
outside the stable wasn’t Star or any of the horses because all six of them
were dry and cozy in their stall.
Bordering
with the Shoshone
National Forest it wasn’t
rare to come across a wild animal every now and then. We’ve been visited by
grizzly bears, coyotes, elks, and wolves on the property many times before.
John was drunk and the storm was blinding. There was no way he could’ve known
what he saw out there wasn’t Star. I’m sure he must’ve saw something, but
whatever it was the bullying storm chased it away. I locked the stable doors
and rushed back home.
I limped back
to my room closing the door behind me. I wrapped my dripping hair in a towel
and wiped the blood off my leg. The wind was becoming fainter, more like a
whisper as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I turned on my side and faced
the window as a cool breeze crept in through a crack in the window frame. The
sheer ivory curtains swayed gently, twinkling against the dark wood panel walls
and floor.
Hugging my
pillow tight, I began to think of Veena. On how her brown eyes always sparkled
when she smiled and how her short dark hair always smelled like lavender. She
was the only person who truly understood me. Her and John treated me like
family and I was grateful for that, and just like John, I missed her too. Especially
on nights like tonight.
The following
morning the sky was blue and promising. I pulled myself out of bed and headed
to the bathroom. I stood there brushing my teeth glancing hard and deep at the
person staring back. I wondered if I looked like my father. Was he pale like
me? Or maybe I looked like my mother?
I looked
closely into my large blue eyes. At the white pigment in the iris of my left
eye that resembled a half moon. I was five years old when it first appeared.
Dr. Parker, a
medical doctor from River
View Hospital,
diagnosed it as heterchromia. He told me it was mostly common in animals, but
it can also be past down genetically in humans. I always wondered which of my
parents had it.
No matter how
many times I tried to remember them, I couldn’t. All I knew was what was told
to me: that they were killed in a car accident when I was four years old. When
I thought back to my early childhood, all I could remember were the countless
nurses and doctors from River
View Hospital.
I was sent to live there after my first foster parents, claimed I would howl at
the moon and constantly suffer from night terrors.
Although they
tried their best to comfort me, their attempts had reached its limit on the day
they found me asleep outside, naked and covered in dirt and leaves. They felt I
was too much for them to handle so they decided to return me to the state,
which then sent me to River View where I was diagnosed with Lycanthropy, a rare
psychotic disorder that causes the person to believe they can transform into an
animal.
During my
time at the hospital, Dr. Parker helped me overcome the night terrors that he
believed triggered the disorder through medication and psychotherapy. I haven’t
had any night terrors in a very long time. But ever since the night Veena died,
my nightmares have returned and several times, I’ve found myself waking up in
the woods.
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My Review:
Right from the beginning you feel drawn into Lia’s life as
the outsider…never quite fitting in.
That was until she meets Ryan who shows her that being different wasn’t
a bad thing but could in fact be a great thing, if only you embraced it and
accepted who and what you are. After all
Ryan had first had knowledge about being different, only his wasn’t so visible
to the outside world. Ryan knew the
legends that surrounded Lia and with the help of his family he would teacher the
truth to her about who she was and hopefully how to embrace it.
Lia’s never had to worry about boyfriends that was until
Ryan seemed to not only want to be her friend but also wanted her as his
girlfriend; however she didn’t feel the same way about him. Form the moment she met Lyle she felt like
she’d finally met the one…that is until the name Adam is brought up and even
then she’s doesn’t believe that a love from a past life would sway her emotions
for Lyle. That was until she finally meets
the mysterious Adam and all those old emotions came rushing back making her
feel as if time had never torn them apart.
Lia had to make a choice; be with Lyle who knew firsthand
what it was like to a werewolf, or Adam who was an immortal vampire and who had
been waiting around for centuries for her return to the living world. How could she choose between the two?
The story woven keeps you turning the pages needing to find
out what happens next. As each secret is
reviled the story takes yet another twist or turn always leaving you wanting
more. My first night reading the story this
book I stayed up until 2am never even realizing what time it was I just didn’t
want to this story I stayed up until 2am never even realizing what
time it was I just didn’t want to put the book down. I devoured the book quickly needing to know
what happened next. I was drawn to each
new charter that came into Lia’s life.
This book is full action, deception, betrayal, and most of all a deep
rooted Love. Your only disappoint in
reading The Rising Moon is that it finally comes to an ends.
"I received a eBook copy of this book for free to review from the author this in no way influenced my review, all opinions are 100% honest and my own."
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Looks very interesting ^^ want to read it all the more because of the involvement of a vamp ^_-.
ReplyDeleteI'm a huge fan of paranormal books. And when you mix werewolves and vampires, even better.
ReplyDeleteThanks for introducing me to this author and book, and for the great giveaway.
This book sounds perfect for me. I love paranormal romances. Great review!
ReplyDeleteThanks for putting up chapter one and for the giveaway opportunity!
Pam