Black Moon's Kiss (Root Sisters Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)Rebecca Redd
ISBN / ASINB00AXKJ9C2
ISBN-13978B00AXKJ9C3
Sales Rank784,866
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Black Moon's Kiss is a historical paranormal romance set in antebellum Mississippi.
As the daughter of a woman whose mysterious death is still talked about fourteen years later, Cam Johnson is used to malicious gossip and idle speculation. From early childhood she was taught the value of secrecy and deceit, and now as a young woman she can hardly tell where the lies end and the truth begins. She is unprepared for Brent Anderson, who buys the plantation down the road and starts asking all of the right questions just as an old threat looms for Cam and her family. Her initial impulse is to resent him, but there is something about him that gets under her defenses and makes her long for everything that she can’t have.
Brent Anderson is trying to solve three unexplained deaths before the clock runs out for his brother’s wife, whose strange illness has a mysterious connection to the devastating fire that claimed the life of Cam’s mother. The lovely and enigmatic Cam Johnson is a distraction that he can’t afford, but he finds himself drawn to her even as it becomes clear that the secrets she’s keeping may very well be deadly.
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She was heady with conjure as she twirled on the shadowed lawn, entranced by the sight of her own nightdress swirling and vanishing around her legs, a blur of ivory, white silk eternally shifting into night. The sky was the dusky pink of a dying rose, and Cam could taste the thunder on her tongue. The wind was wet, a balmy kiss against her skin, but the rain was yet to come. Cam could scent it amid the smell of fallen flowers as blossoms streamed from the dogwood trees and azaleas.
Cam spun again and again, like a child, afraid that she would fall if she stopped. Her heart pounded wildly and she threw her head back and laughed. She loved to be barefoot. She loved to be free and she loved laughter. Why did she have a life that denied her all three? The thought was sad but somehow that sadness could not pierce the euphoria that had filled her and infused her with the kind of courage that she had always longed for.
This is who I am.
Now she was free. Now she could have whatever she wanted.
Cam didn’t walk; she ran. Her feet had no form and her shape could not be seen. In the night she was little more than a shadow, a shadow that burned with longing.
I am a fool, she thought.
But it was a beautiful, beautiful night to be a fool.
Rebecca Redd is also the author of Missouri Heat, a novella-length historical romance. She is currently working on the sequel to Black Moon's Kiss, among other projects.
As the daughter of a woman whose mysterious death is still talked about fourteen years later, Cam Johnson is used to malicious gossip and idle speculation. From early childhood she was taught the value of secrecy and deceit, and now as a young woman she can hardly tell where the lies end and the truth begins. She is unprepared for Brent Anderson, who buys the plantation down the road and starts asking all of the right questions just as an old threat looms for Cam and her family. Her initial impulse is to resent him, but there is something about him that gets under her defenses and makes her long for everything that she can’t have.
Brent Anderson is trying to solve three unexplained deaths before the clock runs out for his brother’s wife, whose strange illness has a mysterious connection to the devastating fire that claimed the life of Cam’s mother. The lovely and enigmatic Cam Johnson is a distraction that he can’t afford, but he finds himself drawn to her even as it becomes clear that the secrets she’s keeping may very well be deadly.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
She was heady with conjure as she twirled on the shadowed lawn, entranced by the sight of her own nightdress swirling and vanishing around her legs, a blur of ivory, white silk eternally shifting into night. The sky was the dusky pink of a dying rose, and Cam could taste the thunder on her tongue. The wind was wet, a balmy kiss against her skin, but the rain was yet to come. Cam could scent it amid the smell of fallen flowers as blossoms streamed from the dogwood trees and azaleas.
Cam spun again and again, like a child, afraid that she would fall if she stopped. Her heart pounded wildly and she threw her head back and laughed. She loved to be barefoot. She loved to be free and she loved laughter. Why did she have a life that denied her all three? The thought was sad but somehow that sadness could not pierce the euphoria that had filled her and infused her with the kind of courage that she had always longed for.
This is who I am.
Now she was free. Now she could have whatever she wanted.
Cam didn’t walk; she ran. Her feet had no form and her shape could not be seen. In the night she was little more than a shadow, a shadow that burned with longing.
I am a fool, she thought.
But it was a beautiful, beautiful night to be a fool.
Rebecca Redd is also the author of Missouri Heat, a novella-length historical romance. She is currently working on the sequel to Black Moon's Kiss, among other projects.
