Welcome to Reading It All's stop on the Hunter Moon tour hosted by Promotional Book Tours!
Title: Hunter Moon
Author: Cait Lavender
Synopsis: Bawling cattle tore Shelby Flint from her bed. With lawyer fees to pay in her struggle to keep her ranch from the clutches of her greedy cousins, she couldn’t afford the loss of even one calf. When she sees a large wolf circling her cows, she aims and fires.
While the wolf escapes, Shelby can’t seem to get away from her troubles when a marijuana grower sets up shop on her land, sabotaging her property and eventually coming after her. Adding to that, a handsome game warden is poking his nose into her business and working his way underneath her skin. Shelby will have to fight harder than she ever fought before to keep from losing heart and everything she ever loved.
My Thoughts: Hunter Moon was a very good werewolf read. I really had a lot of fun reading it. I never knew what was going to happen next and I couldn't wait to find out.
Shelby is just an awesome female character! She is a fighter, she is strong, she stands on her own two feet, and needs no one. She was so much fun to read about. As she found herself attracted to Cash she was fighting so hard.
Cash is one hot man! I enjoyed reading about him. He was good looking, strong, and stubborn. He definitely had to be to keep up with Shelby!
The other characters throughout the book were great. I love Jesse! She is funny and knows how to handle Shelby's attitude. James was fun, too. He was so sure and cocky. I hope to learn more about him later.
There was so much happening in this book! Wolves, crimes all over the place, family drama, and a budding romance. It was so easy to get pulled into this book and stay stuck. I hope the next book is coming soon. I was so into this book that I was freaking out when it ended. My poor Kindle probably didn't appreciate the crazy tapping trying to get to that next page that didn't exist.
I saw the warden's forest green Silverado when I pulled in, but no sign of the warden himself anywhere. I lowered the tailgate of the Blazer to let Reggie down and he took off toward the barn. I trusted his instincts and followed him and found an image I could use to warm the lonely, cold nights. On the trailer of alfalfa was a 6'4' Adonis. The man, or god, who I assumed was the warden, had his shirt off while he was unloading hay. His fantastic shoulders were bare and rippling as he unloaded bale after bale of hay. His biceps flexed as he squatted to pick up another and bless him, I had a front row seat to his fantastic rear.
The warden couldn't have been any older than late twenties or early thirties, and his golden skin just added to the Greek god effect he had going. Something stirred in me while I watched him work, something I had never felt before. Pure unadulterated lust. I wanted that man more than anyone in my whole life.
Irritated with my surging libido, I tamped down my unwelcome feelings as much as I could. I definitely didn't need that kind of complication in my life right now. He bent over and picked up another bale and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from moaning. No man should look that delicious. I nodded my head in agreement with myself and continued to gawk. His shoulders were nearly twice as wide as mine, and his broad chest narrowed to flat, rippling abs and a trim waist.
In the ten minutes I supposed he'd been there he had almost the whole trailer unloaded, and it didn't even look like he'd broken a sweat. If I'd unloaded that much I would have been a puddle of exhausted goo. I stood there, staring at all his assets, for a few minutes longer before I climbed on the trailer and started helping.
When I came up behind him, he stopped working and stared at me. His nostrils flared wide, but he didn't seem surprised at my arrival. Unnerved a bit by his piercing gaze, I picked up a bale. He just shrugged and resumed unloading, maintaining a silence the whole time we worked. In between bales he brushed his dark brown hair off his forehead to reveal two eyes the brilliant blue of sapphires.
He looked at me for a moment, and then unloaded the last bale of alfalfa. I hopped off the trailer, suddenly needing distance from his cobalt stare. Without the hay bales to occupy my hands, they were itching to touch the ripples of all six of his abs. I stared at the ground, shifting from foot to foot.
"Thanks. I really appreciate the help. If I was by myself, this would have taken hours." I handed him his uniform shirt that was hanging off the side mirror of my truck and glanced at the name tag. "Officer Newcomb."
"It's warden Newcomb, but you can call me Cash." He put his uniform back on and I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss. The fabric covered a spectacular chest with just a judicial smattering of curly brown hair that drew together in a fuzzy line that lead south. Talk about a happy trail.