Jazz, a veterinarian and a sister with an attitude, but with a gift for healing doesn’t believe in a lot of things.  Don’t do white men, check!  Really don’t believe in magic, check!  Now all she has to do is remind her body of that after an evening from hell, ends with her only mode of transportation has been lit up by a car bomb outside of her clinic.  Ossian, her carriage/cab driver, is hot but “white” and she just has to remind herself of that she don’t do white.  As a wood elf who helps to protect his city for the preternatural creatures that roam the streets looking for their next victim, the last thing he expected to meet was a human healer with enough attitude and sass to light up his world.  Ossian will have to use all of his powers and her latent abilities to protect the woman he can see making his own, from the creature lurking the alleys of Thorne City looking for its next victim.

It’s always a bad sign when I’m unable to finish a story on the first try.  As soon as I saw Night Moves on the coming soon page, I knew I had to have it.  I couldn’t wait to see how Jazz and Ossian’s story would play out and how author Barbara Karmazin would explore the multicultural relationship between the heroine and her prospective beau.  I’m not sure if my jaded heart came into play, but as I read the story and watched the budding relationship between Ossian and Jazz, I found my mind drifting.  I’m unable to point out exactly why; it could have been the personality of Ossian that came across a little too weak-kneed at times for me, or maybe there wasn’t enough interaction between the antagonist and the couple, but whatever the reason, as Night Moves progressed, so did my lack of interest.  One shining part of the story that I found priceless was the shotgun-toting grandmother who wasn’t afraid to use it.  I’m a fan of Ms. Karmazin’s work and will definitely still keep an eye out for her future releases, but overall this one just didn’t work for me.