Grand Central Publishing / July 31, 2012 / $7.99 print & digital
Finally free of her suffocating marriage, widow Daisy Ellis Craigmore is ready to embrace the pleasures of life that have long been denied her. Yet her new-found freedom is short lived. A string of unexplained murders has brought danger to Daisy’s door, forcing her to turn to the most unlikely of saviors.
Ian Ranulf, the Marquis of Northrup, has spent lifetimes hiding his primal nature from London society. But now a vicious killer threatens to expose his secrets. Ian must step out of the shadows and protect the beautiful, fearless Daisy, who awakens in him desires he thought long dead. As their quest to unmask the villain draws them closer together, Daisy has no choice but to reveal her own startling secret, and Ian must face the undeniable truth: Losing his heart to Daisy may be the only way to save his soul.
In Moonglow, Kristen Callihan addresses an important situation in the paranormal world: The problem of being an immortal in the world where everyone around you eventually dies. In Book 1, Firelight, we saw Benjamin Archer’s dearest friends grow into old men while Archer remained forever young. Now in Moonglow, she brings us the 130-year-old, immortal lycan Ian Ranulf. Ian has long since become disenchanted with the idea of his own immortality. He has lost most of those he loved, many of those loses he counts in the decades that have passed. He had even tried to warn Archer decades before against chasing immortality.
“You knew how I felt about immorality. You knew the damage it had done to me and still you sought it.” Ian slashed at the granite balustrade beside him, his claws slicing through the stone with a satisfying scrape. He’d let Archer in, revealing the pain he hadn’t the courage to show another soul. “You threw my suffering in my face.”
Now a sick and crazed lycan has let his inner werewolf burst free and is terrorizing and killing the helpless citizens of London, and the mad lycan has focused his nose on the scent of the beautiful and feisty Daisy. As Ian tries to keep Daisy safe, he tries in vain to keep his heart safe from her. Daisy is mortal, and he knows that falling in love with her can only end in pain.
Archer’s gray eyes widened as he looked back at Ian. “You’re falling for her.”
Ian’s back teeth met. “You think it impossible?”
“Not impossible, nor surprising. Simply inadvisable.”
Ian’s temper flared, tightening his gut and making his wolf rise. “I believe I said the same to you a while back.” And damn if his meddling wasn’t coming back to bite him in the arse. “It did not appear to change your course of action.”
The man refused to be cowed. “She’s mortal.”
Two simple words. And more than enough to lash him. Ian cursed and turned away.
Since lycan females are few, most of the lycan take human wives. Ian tried to find a happy ever after once before with a human, but it ended predictably badly. Decades before Ian had a beautiful and loving wife, and slowly watching the loss of that love as she aged and he did not, made Ian hate his own immorality.
Each beat of his heart hurt as he closed his eyes, trying to block the flood of images, but they came regardless. Una’s once smooth face lined with wrinkles, her once bright eyes dull when she looked upon him. “Do not touch me, Ian. I cannot look at you without thinking of what I once was. Please leave me. I cannot stand the sight of you.”
While they race to stop the killer werewolf terrorizing London, Ian and Daisy try to resist the feelings that are building between them. In most ways, they are a perfect match for each other, but how do your lose your heart to the perfect love, when you know the time you have together will be so brief because only one of you will live forever—and one of you will die?
“Tell me. Tell me why you cannot accept that I love you.” Doubt flickered in his troubled gaze. “Why you cannot say that you love me.”
She wrenched herself out of his embrace and stumbled back when he moved toward her. “Because you cannot love me. You should not,” Daisy shouted. “I am not for you, Ian Ranulf. I am mortal, if you remember. I will die.”
He flinched then. “Aye. Some days that’s all I think of, and it cuts me to the soul.”
She gasped, pressing a hand to her throbbing head. “And you ask me why I resist?”
When we read stories with paranormals, they appear pompous to a certain degree since they have little to do with us silly humans, but you can imagine that after decades, centuries or even millennia of watching those mortals you become attached to age and die over and over again, is the pain of losing them worth the risk of loving them?
Lucy Dosch writes book reviews for her blog http://ebookobsessed.com. Her e-reader has turned her love of reading into an obsession. When she is not reading, she likes to spend time with her husband and two daughters.