Creed Gatlin flees to Arizona to erase the haunting memories of his brother’s wife. Presumed dead, Brand Gatlin resurfaces and alters the destinies of those he loves.
In a land rife with war and danger, Sage travels to the village of her husband’s people, the Winnebago, and is reunited with the ancient healer, Crooked Back. Devious plots are underfoot and peril lurks around every corner on the journey back to Full Circle. An unforgettable journey of war, grief and finally, love.
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"You will discover yourself on an emotional ride, I found myself with tears one minute and the next I just wanted to smack Creed and Lauren. I felt like I was an observer standing there watching this touching and scorching story unfold. You are never sure how this story will end and you may even be surprised. Keta Diablo is an amazing story teller and Dark Night of the Moon is a keeper." RomFan Reviews - 5 stars
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"All and all it was a wild ride to the very end and not once was I bored. In fact I can almost say I loved this book even more than the first. Would I recommend yes!! If you have never read Keta's books then what are you waiting for. She spins a beautifully told story, woven with some spice and romance and a whole lot of drama for good measure." 5 Stars - Book Lover's Hideaway Reviews
"You'll be an observer watching this touching and scorching story unfold. You are never sure how this story will end and you may even be surprised. Keta Diablo is an amazing story teller and Dark Night of the Moon is a keeper.. Rom-Fan Reviews - 5 Stars.
" I had no qualms about whether I was going to like it, it's Keta Diablo after all, and I am a huge fan. But I wondered if I'd love it as much as the first book. The answer is a resounding yes. Though the author threw me for a loop and had me crying, NO it’s not fair! Sorry, can't tell you what that is, don't want to spoil it for you." Booklover's Hideaway 5 Stars
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Sample from book:
The horse came to a halt and tossed his head to the right. Creed followed his signal and spied something dark against the pearl-white ground. He pulled his rifle from the scabbard, cocked it and slowed the gray into a foot-dragging pace. He smelled the blood before he saw it. Once a man smells blood, tastes it on his tongue, inhales it, the coppery scent is stamped on his senses forever. He could thank the United States government for that.
Creed dismounted near the body, scanned the woods and prepared for an ambush. He’d heard of hostiles propping a body on the ground and lying in wait for a man to take a closer look. The noisy chatter of the forest told him everything seemed normal. He kept the rifle ready and walked forward.
His heartbeat picked up speed. A familiar wave of knowing washed over him. The hair, the slender body and graceful curves could only be.... “Lauren!” He dropped to a knee beside her and placed his fingers against her neck. Thank God, a faint pulse. A ribbon of crimson streaked her forehead and ran down her cheek. The blood, thickened by the cold, had ceased running long ago. Creed pulled her to his chest and rubbed her arms, hoping to bring warmth to her cold body.
Her eyes fluttered open and nonsensical words fell from her blue lips. “Come back, Adobe, don’t leave me.”
“Lauren, hush. It’s all right. I’m here now.”
Her eyes tried to focus on his face. “I knew you’d come. Forgive me, I never meant to hurt you.”
Good God, who does she think she’s talking to? Brand? Me? “I have to get you home or you’ll freeze to death soon.”
“It’s all right.