Bookstore owner Carly Silver is closing
up shop one snowy night when she hears a noise outside the
back door. She opens it to find a wounded animal on her
doorstep. Thinking he is a large dog, she takes him home and
tends to his wounds, deciding that he would make the perfect
pet. But when she wakes up the next morning she finds a
naked man in her bed, and the wounded dog gone from in front
of her fireplace.
Werewolf Gideon MacInnes is slated to
become the next alpha of his pack in Scotland. Heís not too
keen on the idea, and heís taken a trip from home to try and
escape his destiny. When two werewolves in New England
attack him, he knows itís more than a coincidence. He finds
Carlyís shop, and when he sees her he knows heís her mate.
But Gideon also knows how things turn out for a
werewolf/human love match, and heís not willing to risk
Carly to find out if things can work out right.
But trouble is brewing amongst his
clan, as his cousin seeks to have Gideon and his father,
Duncan, killed so he can take control of the pack, and of
the mysterious Stone of Destiny. Can Carly and Gideon be
true to their love at the same time an evil force is
attacking all they hold dear?
Iíve had Call of the Highland
Moon on my TBR pile for a while. This is one of
those times that, when I was halfway through the book, I
wanted to kick myself for letting it drift farther down the
Carly and Gideonís story is beautifully
told, with wonderfully drawn characters and a richly
detailed world that pulled me in and never let go. I loved
watching these two grow together, and the fact that it
wasnít always peaches and cream just added to the wonderful
flavor of this tale.
Both Carly and Gideon are strong
willed, and that made them a perfect match for each other.
The ending of the story kept me glued to my seat, and left
me wondering what happened next and where I could get my
hands on the next book. When that happens itís always a book
I have to tell my friends about.
That makes Call of the Highland Moon a
recommended read for me. It is a book that I will place on
my keeper shelf and pull out on a cold winterís night to
devour once again.