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Author: Nilsa Rodriguez
Genre: Young Adult Fiction, Supernatural Fiction
Elements: Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Shapeshifters, Reincarnation
Publisher: Black Dove Publishing
Format: PDF, 64 Pages
ISBN: 9780983910
Release Date: September 12, 2011
Source: Tour Host {FMB Book Tours}
Rating: 3/5
Tagline(s): How many lives do you have to live to realize that love is stronger that time and death?
Summary: 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.
As destiny finds her love does too…and they couldn’t be more different. 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...
Review:
In The Rising Moon, Lia is the reincarnation of Zaria, the Immortal Wolf. Torn between the love of Lyle, a werewolf and Adam, a vampire, Lia will have to make a choice. A choice that could potentially be deadly to not just herself but those she loves as well.
I loved the concept of The Rising Moon. We have a reincarnated Immortal Wolf stuck between the love of a werewolf and a vampire. And it just so happens that that werewolf and vampire are eternal enemies. This isn't one of those bright stories. The Rising Moon is actually really quite dark. There's loneliness, betrayal, jealousy, vengeance, hate, longing, heartache, death--but underneath all of these dark emotions is an undying love. That is what makes this story beautiful. That that undying love endures while surrounded by all that darkness.
The very core of the story is perfect, but the outer layers could have used some work. The grammar was really bad--there were way too many commas and in places that made no sense, a number of misspellings, and the sentence structure made it difficult to read. This seemed more like a rough draft with no revisions. I thought there needed to be more background to the events and occurrences. It's like they just happened--there wasn't much history or depth. And there are no questions asked, it's just accepted. These grammatical and developmental issues are what caused me to rate The Rising Moon with a 3 out of 5.
I'm not sure if this is a first book in a series or not--I couldn't find any information about that--but if the issues I stated are fixed, this story could be golden. Like I said before, the story concept is amazing, and with some fine tuning, this could be an equally amazing series if the story continues.
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Book Trailer:
About this 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
Find the Author:
Website- www.NilsaRodriguez.com
Twitter- https://twitter.com/#!/Nilsa1221
Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/NilsaRodriguez
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EXCERPT:
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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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