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GLADIDON’T have to clean up this mess.”
Detective Charlotte Caissie examined an unidentifiable piece of the victim on the bottom of her stiletto-heeled boot before scraping it off on the wet cobblestones. A grimace of distaste shaped her boldly exotic features.
“I’ve never known you to clean up anything, Cee Cee, darlin’,” Alain Babineau said from the other side of the vehicle. “If you’d wear practical shoes to work, you wouldn’t be picking up our evidence like a litter sticker and carrying it all over the place.”
She studied her stylish footgear, then scowled at her partner. “At least my wardrobe doesn’t come straight outta my high school yearbook.”
“No, you get yours from the Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog. And you wonder why my wife thought you were a hooker the first time you met.”
“You’re just jealous ’cause your wife prefers to dress like Doris Day.” She smoothed the short leather skirt that was several inches from a working girl’s advertisement. It wasn’t her fault she had legs as long as an NBA star’s. Nor would she apologize for her in-your-face looks. The exaggerated bristle of short dark hair, dramatically rimmed kohl-black eyes, the slash of crimson lips, and model-sharp angles under cafÉ au lait skin complemented her aggressive no-nonsense attitude. A wardrobe that was more Xena the Warrior Princess than Suzie Homemaker flaunted her strong, curvy build and emphasized what she was inside: tough, confident, and capable. All cop. All the time.
“There’s more of him over here. Not exactly sure what, though.” Her partner straightened, observing the remains of T-Bob Gautreaux with a sigh. A weary grimness about his eyes toughened the all-American looks that were more suited to a country club than a grisly murder scene. “The ole boy sure did get around. Can’t decide whether to call in the coroner or the city sanitation crew.”
“What do you make of it, Babs?” Cee Cee’s gaze tracked the last frantic moments of the Caddy’s ride by the devastation left in its wake. Skid marks, dents, glass, and blood. Lots of blood. “He was in a helluva hurry to get away from something.”
“Don’t look like the poor bastard had much luck.”
“He had luck, all right. All bad.” Cee Cee activated her radio. “Boucher, whatchu come up with over there at the house?”
“More of the same, detective.” The youthful voice thinned with strain. “I’m almost through taking pictures here.”
“I don’t think I’ll be needing any wallet-size prints.” She took a bracing breath before asking,“Any sign of the wife and kid?”
“No, ma’am.” Quieter. “Thank God.” Then a puzzled tone. “You making the wife for this?”
“I don’t think so, Joey. A woman on her worst PMS day couldn’t come up with this kind of pissed off.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” The rookie officer’s whisper was laced with horror.
Cee Cee glanced about the gore-strewn street. “I have.”
In all her years on the force, the last four of them carrying a shield, Charlotte Caissie had seen all sorts of inhumanity dealt out by her fellow man. Shootings, stabbings, punitive maimings—nothing surprised her any more. But this, this carnage they’d come across now and again, was different in a way that made her scalp prickle viscerally. This wasn’t an act of anger or revenge or even ritual. The savagery of it was unthinkable on this side of sanity. The way the victims were torn apart went beyond mutilation, requiring a power and single-minded purpose that was more beast than man. But no animal she knew possessed the kind of foresight and cunning to kill, then lie in wait to kill again. To stalk and pursue with intelligent discrimination. It was a thinking beast who hunted the dark city streets. One with specific targets. One who left a merciless message underlined in entrails. A message meant to be taken seriously.
She took it very seriously.
“Finish up, Joey, and get on over here before the rain washes away what’s left of Mr. Gautreaux.” She switched off the radio and returned to the unmarked car where her partner sat inside to protect his suede varsity jacket as he ran names through their database. She leaned against the door frame, her relaxed posture belying the sharp-edged expectation winding through her. “Find what we both knew we’d find?”
Babineau looked up, a feral smile on his aftershave-ad-smooth face. “Gautreaux and Surette, both low-level gamblers in over their heads to guess who?”
Anticipation had her teeth grinding. “Jimmy Legere. How come his name pops up every time we find ourselves looking down into an empty chest cavity?”
“Nothing says ‘I own you’ like mortal fear. Shall we go pay him a visit and see what he’s been up to?”
Cee Cee checked the crime scene. The tape was up, holding back the swarm of press who managed to scent out the dead like flies. Their people were in control, if any control could be had at the site of such depravity. The forensic team was busy unloading their high-tech gizmos in a focused rapture, making her and Babineau’s presence obsolete.
“Let’s go.” She dropped behind the wheel with a fierce smile. “Let’s just stop by uninvited.”
THERE WAS NO way to drop in unexpectedly on Jimmy Legere. The eight-foot walls surrounding his sprawling estate were studded with surveillance cameras that could summon a crew of armed men in an instant. But as they approached, the wrought-iron gates stood open, almost as if to welcome guests at four in the morning. As if they’d been expected.
She followed the long drive beneath a heavy lace of live oaks, through the formal gardens where statuary stood like cold, nude ghosts under the waning moonlight. In the daytime, the place had a faded elegance to it. At night, it gave her the creeps. She parked so their vehicle blocked the front steps and hesitated within its safety for a minute. There was enough of the old ways steeped in her heritage to get her nape bristling in uncomfortable wariness—a kind of walking-over-graves nervousness, making her wonder if there were more ghosts roaming behind the pale stucco walls. The ghosts of those Legere had killed.
Shaking off the superstitious shivers, she got out of the car. The sound of the door slamming echoed back off the mist. She didn’t bother giving the grand home an admiring glance; she’d been there before. With Babineau following, she marched up the marble steps, surprised that no one had arrived to intercept them. No one ever caught Jimmy napping, which was why he was still alive. The wide porch was darkly shadowed, smelling of verbena and musty wood. She strode across it toward the massive front door.
“Kinda early to be making house calls, isn’t it, detective?”
The low voice came out of the blackness, so close that she felt warm breath against her cheek. It took Cee Cee a moment to swallow the heart that had catapulted into her throat. She’d nearly leapt out of her fancy new T-Bob Gautreaux-stained boots.
“But not too early for you to be up and around,” she countered in a gruff tone to cover her start of alarm. She could sense rather than see him, standing right at her elbow, a forceful presence cloaked in stillness. No wonder no alert had been spread at their arrival. Jimmy had his big dog out on the porch.
“That’s a new perfume you’re wearing. I like it. Your hair’s different, too.”
“All just for you, Max. Now step back or I’m going to have to pat you down.”
“Would you?” A flash of white teeth. “I’d like that.” But he did glide to a less invasive distance, to where his eyes gleamed from the shadows.
She took a breath, letting the jitters settle, then nodded back toward the road. “Expecting company?”
“I could tell it was you the minute you turned onto River Road.”
Max Savoie had a way of saying strange, impossible things like that as if they were true.
“Gonna ask us in, or keep us out here in the rain like we were trying to sell you something you didn’t need?”
His voice was deep and smooth with just a subtle ripple, like rich cognac in a warm glass. “Where are my manners? You know it’s always a pleasure to see you, no matter what you’re selling.”
Because she was still simmering over Babineau’s earlier comment, she asked, “You ever mistake me for a hooker, Max?”
Another glint of strong white teeth. “If I had, I’da been counting out twenties.”
When he crossed between her and the front door, she got a clear look at Savoie. Dark, tall, and bold. Jimmy Legere’s right hand. His silent enforcer. An always-frustrating enigma. No one knew anything about him other than the name he used, a name that led to nothing but dead ends in any of their databases. No birth certificate, no Social Security number, no driver’s license, health insurance, tax records—nothing. His past was as inaccessible as the expression on his face when he turned toward her with the door held wide.
She and Babineau entered the dark, cavernous foyer, Savoie bringing up the rear. She heard him say soft and low to someone unseen, “Wake up, Jimmy. The police are here.” Then he preceded them into one of the high-ceilinged parlors and turned up the lights, unmasking himself from the shadows with a dramatic flare.
Cee Cee didn’t spend a lot of time admiring men for their looks, but something about Max Savoie’s face arrested her each time she saw him.
He wasn’t handsome, not even attractive in the traditional sense. He was rugged strength cut into sharp planes and rough angles. Confident without being cocky, powerful without aggression, he exuded complete control over what he allowed the world to see, which was usually damned little.
The fact that he could seem so forceful behind such a calm, immobile front impressed her. Not much did. Max was a man who wasted no unnecessary words or movements, his unblinking stare taking in everything without revealing anything through eyes the color of wet verdigris, beneath lids heavy with guarded disdain.
Or amusement. She often got the feeling that he was laughing at her on some private level, which irritated her. But the odd way he sensed things not apparent to others made her nervous. Sounds, smells, movements. He was alert to them like a mastiff on a short chain. And he missed nothing when it came to her—not the slightest nuance, every tiny alteration, in a way that she’d find alarmingly obsessive if he ever acted on it with more than slightly flirtatious words. Who the hell noticed a new perfume applied modestly to pulse points almost a full day ago? Wondering made those pulse points flutter.
“Coffee?” he asked as they moved toward the center of the big room.
“That would be nice.” Babineau spoke up to assert his presence, aware of the way his partner and Legere’s bodyguard were atuned to each other, and not liking it.
A slight smile touched Savoie’s lips. “I was wondering if you brought any. We weren’t exactly expecting company.”
“This isn’t exactly a social call,” Cee Cee corrected.
That cool stare held hers. “Too bad.” Without glancing down, he asked, “Who’s that on your shoes? Anyone I know?”
She held on to her surprise, drawling, “You tell me.”
“DNA isn’t exactly my specialty.”
“What is, Max?”
The smile remained. He didn’t answer.
He was probably a killer. He was probably one of the most dangerous and deadly men she knew, which was why Jimmy Legere kept him so close at hand.
“Is our unnamed friend the reason for your visit?”
This time she didn’t answer. She was noting the way he was dressed: quite nicely for almost four in the morning, in a crisp white shirt and black pants. And his inevitable red Converse gym shoes. All fresh and spotless. “Mind telling me what has you up so early?”
“Still up. Playing games of chance.”
“Here in the house?”
“I’d rather not give her name, unless you need to know it.” A pause; then he leaned in close. “I’d rather it was you.”
Her insides tightened up unexpectedly, and she was about to tell him off when the shock of his nearness hit home.
He’d intruded into the personal space she held as strictly off-limits, sometimes even with excessive physical force. She didn’t like being crowded or handled and wasn’t shy about letting that be known. Most didn’t need to be told more than once. But for some reason, Savoie never seemed to get the message. Maybe because she let him get away with it.
He was the only man she allowed to move in on her without snapping to immediate back-the-fuck-off defensiveness. She didn’t know why she’d never felt threatened by him, this big man who was most likely a ruthless murderer.
She could feel his heat without actual contact, and though it was unsettling, it didn’t set off the expected alarm bells. Because it wasn’t alarm that unsettled her. It was something else—something quiet, something deep, like a secret her soul knew but wouldn’t share with her mind. What was it about him that tugged a blanket of calm over instinctive agitation?
He never touched her, not even a casual brush of his hand or unintentional bump of his body. Sometimes she perversely found herself wondering what it would be like, that contact he withheld so purposefully.
I’d rather it was you.
Though her heart slammed against her ribs, her reply was defensively cold. “That’s not going to happen, Max.”
He eased back, moving with startling grace for a man his size. “I can dream, can’t I?”
She doubted that she was the stuff of his dreams, but her pulse didn’t slow down until the arrival of Jimmy Legere. As the crime lord’s wheelchair rolled into the room, Max retreated to become a silent, motionless sentinel at his back.
“Detectives. To what do I owe this early-morning wake-up call?”
A slight stroke hadn’t slowed Jimmy Legere down or made his stranglehold on the docks of New Orleans any less powerful. If something even slightly unsavory was going on, Jimmy had his hand in it or his hand out to accept a payoff from it. He was a gregarious old man somewhere between sixty and dead, fragile and white haired. He had tons of money but lived in a house as old and broken down as he was getting to be. He donated generously to a variety of humanitarian causes, including, ironically, the fund for families of police officers slain in the line of duty. Probably because the stroke got him thinking about paving his way into Heaven sooner rather than later. Or as a macabre joke.
As long as his people were loyal, he was generous to them as well. But cross him and that’s when the legendary Legere surfaced, the man who once threw a lavish wedding for his cousin, then shot him in the eye during the reception because he’d been skimming from that pot of plenty. It was never proven, of course. Few unpleasantries ever got close to Jimmy. One, because he was smart. Two, because Max Savoie was standing behind him, and everyone with a lick of sense was scared to the marrow of Max.
“T-Bob Gautreaux and Telest Surette. Names mean anything to you, Jimmy?” Babineau jumped right in.
“That’s Mr. Legere to you,” Max said in an inflectionless tone that somehow implied a world of menace.
“Mr. Legere,” the detective corrected.
“Be nice to our guests, Max,” the old man chided. “I’m sure they’ve had a long night and are tired and wanting to go home to their families. Jimmy is fine.”
“Since when are we guests, Jimmy?” Cee Cee prodded.
“Since you’re not here to arrest me. Or are you?”
She gave the old fellow a once-over, noting the striped pajamas over pencil-thin legs peeping out from his silk robe. He wore powder blue terry-cloth slippers. What kind of mobster wore powder blue terry cloth? But she wasn’t fooled by his apparent helplessness.
She smiled. “You know everything about everything, Jimmy. What do you know about these two small-timers? Why would someone want to scramble their insides like an omelet and spill them all over my district?”
There was nothing wrong with Legere’s ledgerlike mind. “T-Bob was in for twenty large. A crude, rather stupid man who used to slap his wife around. Telest, a nobody who bet only when he could pay the interest. Not model citizens, detective, but they paid on their accounts—from what I understand, that is. Dead men don’t pay markers.”
“But when they die really ugly, they can be an inspiration to those who might consider letting a payment slide.”
A rusty chuckle. “Very true, young lady. But these days, considering my health, I search for inspiration at St. Phillip’s.”
“How . . . admirable.”
She let her cool, professional facade slip just long enough for him to see what was behind it: fury, packed in frustration and to-the-ends-of-the-earth determination. She wouldn’t rest until she brought him down, until her hand slammed the prison door behind him. He read that promise without taking offense, but without amusement, either. He took her seriously, which was exactly what she wanted. For him to know who was going to lock him away for whatever forever he had left.
“Was there anything else, detective? I should like to get back to my rest.”
“I’m sure you’ll have no trouble sleeping, Jimmy.”
“Must be all that clean living and prayer. You’ll let us know if you hear anything?”
“Of course. I’ll send Max.”
Her gaze flickered to the rough-hewn features, meeting his steady stare. “A phone call will be fine. Sorry to have disturbed you.”
“Always a pleasant disruption for an old man like me. Max, see them out.”
WHEN MAX SAVOIE returned from that duty, he was met with a no-nonsense stare.
“Max, what have you been up to?”
“WHAT DO YOU think, Ceece?”
Cee Cee started the car and pulled away from the house. She was always glad to have the spooky old place in her rearview mirror. “I think the old man has enough skeletons to supply a medical school, but I don’t think our vics are among them.”
Though she didn’t think Jimmy Legere had any blood on him this time, she was wondering about Max Savoie. For a man who’d been up all night, his clothes had just-pulled-off-the-tag creases still in them. If he’d been romping with a woman, why was he sporting an unwrinkled shirt and smelling of a really nice soap instead of Eau de Sex? He wasn’t the only one who had a discriminating nose. Why would he be so well dressed unless what he’d been wearing earlier was covered in T-Bob and Telest? But a gut feeling wasn’t enough for a warrant, and she had no desire to be cornered by Legere’s slick lawyer before she had her morning coffee.
She made a call to Devlin Dovion, who by now was probably at the scene and up to his elbows in one of the corpses. The medical examiner had been a friend of her father’s and always gave her the inside scoop when he could.
“Charlotte,” he grumbled, “I’m trying to work here. Let me do my job.”
“I can do my job better if you tell me what you’ve discovered so far. Any idea who killed them, Dev?”
“Who? No. What would be the better question.”
“What?” She exchanged a puzzled glance with Babineau. “You mean what was used to kill them?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Surette had his throat and heart torn out by bare hands.”
“Through the rib cage? Is that possible?”
“I’m not saying how it was done, only that that’s the way it was done.”
Cee Cee swallowed. “And Gautreaux?”
“That’s a bit more interesting.” To Devlin, everything gruesome was interesting. And he liked talking to Charlotte because she seemed to think so, too. They were two of a kind, walking on the dark side of the night.
“Interesting how so?”
“His body was ripped apart by fangs and claws.”
“Fangs and . . . claws? Are we talking animal, here? Like some big dog or something?”
“I’ve got a pretty good bite impression, but off the top of my head, I couldn’t tell you what made it. Something big enough to chase and catch a Cadillac going roughly fifty miles an hour, knock down a man weighing more than two hundred pounds, and have enough strength left to tear off his arms.”
“So we’re not talking your run-of-the-mill house pet here.”
“Not in my house.” Then, to her disappointment, he shut her down. “I’m not doing any more talking until I finish running tests. Every time we get one of these the results come back contaminated by some damn thing or another. This time I want to be extra careful. And keep this just between the two of us for now. Stuff like this always gets the crazies coming out of the woodwork to bay at the next full moon, and I don’t need to be that busy cleaning up after you.”
She signed off and drove in silence for several blocks.
“So,” Babineau began casually, watching her expression as she processed the disturbing information. “Where do we look for this animal? At the pound?”
“Somehow I doubt it.”
“Well, I’m out of ideas for the moment and out of energy. What say we call it a night and get started fresh in the morning?”
Out of ideas, maybe. But energy? She doubted it. Her partner had a new bride at home and always seemed in a hurry to punch out.
“Maybe she’s waiting up for you wearing something in basic black rubber.”
He didn’t comment, but the gleam in his eye said that kind of surprise wouldn’t be unwelcome.
But just because he had something to go home to didn’t mean she was ready to trade their hot lead for her cold sheets.
Her mind was full of questions that needed to be asked—and she had a pretty good idea of where to start looking for answers.
© 2010 Nancy Gideon
Posted June 17, 2010
Max is tall, dark, and handsome with a wolfish grin - literally. He also just so happens to serve as the muscle for mob boss, Jimmy Legere. Charlotte is your typical "good" cop out to discover her father's killer while ridding the streets of evil one creep at a time. Under any other circumstance, we probably wouldn't see these two having much to do with one another unless one was trying to kill the other. In Nancy Gideon's MASKED BY MOONLIGHT, however, we get to see them in an action packed story full of mystery and passion.
Charlotte and Max are a fun couple to read about. Charlotte is fairly relatable to your average female reader and I found following her to be pretty entertaining. Max is super attractive and definitely a guy we wouldn't mind getting to stare at over coffee. Put the two together and it's like Ms. Gideon created an explosion of romance on the pages. The chemistry between these two is definitely one of the highpoints to me, although I will say that at times it almost felt forced. The relationship between Max and Charlotte was thrown impossible curve balls and yet still they manage to overcome them. I'll be excited to see where Ms. Gideon takes these characters in the second book in the Moonlight Trilogy, Chased by Moonlight.
Aside from the romance, passion, and the never-ending question of what will happen in Max and Charlotte's relationship, the underlying mystery and drama of the book makes for a fantastic read. The story is complex, holding multiple layers of depth, without being overly so. It is very easy to follow, but not so simple that your mind gets lazy and sleepy. Max and Charlotte both have questions from their past and it seems that the answers converge. Is there more to the story than either of them know? Ms. Gideon leads us through the book, easily hooking us with dynamic characters and her development of the plot. She throws questions at us, gives us a few answers and then tosses more questions our way. There really isn't a single moment in MASKED BY MOONLIGHT that leaves the reader feeling bored and ready to jump ahead.
I recommend this to any Paranormal and Romance fans out there. The passion in MASKED BY MOONLIGHT is intense and beautifully written, while the paranormal aspect of it gives it that feeling of "other" that readers find so compelling nowadays. Ms. Gideon appears to have a great series in the works here and there's no telling what she has up her sleeve for us next.
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Posted October 4, 2010
This was a great book couldn't put it down. Enjoyed the characters and the rest of the books were wonderful as well. I really hope she comes out with a 4th book!!! This book is one of my favorites and I am very picky about the books.
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Posted June 24, 2010
This book was pretty hot. I stared at the cover forever! I enjoyed Nancy's approach on romance and her wording was superb. Most of all I liked the chemistry between the main characters.
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Posted June 9, 2010
As soon as I heard there was a werewolf book set in New Orleans I knew I had to read it! I had such high hopes for this book and to be honest, it left me feeling frustrated.
Charlotte (CeeCee) Caissie is a New Orleans detective - tough and sexy. Max Savoie is enforcer to the most powerful mobster in New Orleans. Through a series of murders, they are thrown together and can't fight their attraction to each other. They both know it will never work, but they can't seem to stay away from each other...
The premise of the story was good - A good cop in love with a mobster; I just couldn't "buy" it. The characters were inconsistent. CeeCee is supposed to be a tough ball-breaking cop, yet she cries several times through the book and I felt like her interactions with Max were hot and cold with no in-between. Max is at times portrayed as brilliant yet in the next scene he seems childlike and dull-witted. It felt like the characters were written to fit the storyline, if that makes any sense. Their relationship kind of followed the same pattern -they'd get together and say they loved each other, then jerk away and hurt each other while hiding behind their cop/mobster roles. I had a hard time liking CeeCee, even with her painful past. She was just not very likeable. Strangely enough, I liked Max when he was with CeeCee, but not when he wasn't.
I also thought the murder storyline was weak and sort of pushed aside for most of the book and brought back at the end to tie things up.
I do plan to read the 2nd book in the series, Chased by Moonlight, before I give the series a "yea" or "nay". I'm giving Masked by Moonlight 2.5/5 stars.
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Charlotte Caissie is a police detective based in New Orleans, and is on the hunt for the man who almost killed herself and her close friends, and who is responsible for the murder of her father. And the one man who is her link to Legere is Max Savoire, but matters between herself and Max are a bit complicated. They have a bit of intense history, and she knows she can't afford to trust him or let him melt the ice around her heart, because his only loyalty is to Legere. Max Savoire is much more than a man, and only two men known who he truly is, and one of them is Legere, who raised him. After his mother was murdered, he stayed by her side and protected her from any who threatened him. Legere found him after days of hunger and exhaustion, and took him into his home, gave him shelter and taught him everything he knows. Legere is more like a father to him, and trusts him even though he knows that Legere has done some evil acts. When he finds himself clashing with Charlotte, he finds that his loyalties are starting to split. He doesn't know who he really is anymore, and whom he can trust his heart and soul to. Will it be the only father he has ever known or the one woman who hold his heart?
This is not the first time I have read Masked By Moonlight. I bought this book when it first came out a few years ago, right around the time I first started blogging, but for some reason, I didn't do a review for it. I don't know why, so after reading a book by this author, Prince Of Shadows, lately I have been wanting to read this series, and I thought why not read the first book, so I can get a fresher look at the series and start from book one. The first four books are focused on this couple- Max and Charlotte, and this book is our first introduction to them. Masked By Moonlight is a story about a couple that has to fight and learn to trust and compromise even though they love each other to desperation. You see how they fight what they feel for the majority of the book, and you almost want to scream at them, and shout accept it already and just trust in each other. LOL However when does that ever happen right? The story begins with a act of violence and murder. Which sets the stage for the plot pretty well, with intensity and intrigue. Then you see Charlotte come into the scene to investigate, and has a run in with Max, and the story sets off.
Both of the characters are pretty strong willed, passionate and fighters. Usually I am a bit picky about my strong heroines. There are times I feel like the heroine comes off too strong, but I felt that Nancy Gideon put some balance to Charlotte. Even though she has been through some rough times, is a cop and detective, and has a tough shell, she also is tender hearted, and I liked seeing the softer side to her at times. For most of the story she is always fighting Max, and has ulterior motives, basically using sex to get to his boss, which is very underhanded, when Max genuinely wants her in his life. Honestly, I fell in love with Max from the beginning, and I couldn't help but be empathetic to his situation. Max doesn't know any other life than what Legere has shown him. Max is a werewolf shifter, and believes himself to be the only one. We see the introduction of a were clan, and you see how the plot slightly changes, and I enjoyed seeing the way the relationship develops, as the plot thickens to the point of bursting.
Overall a stimulating paranormal romance that will set your teeth on edge from the first page. I fully recommend this to any lover of paranormal romance with a hint of suspense and intrigue and a sexy shifter, with a dark past. A fast page turner, with compelling characters, and a story to leave you breathless!!! WORTH EVERY MOMENT!!!
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I was utterly intrigued by the premise but found this book lacking on many levels. The main characters were never really fleshed out and they both changed so much in the book that it was unrealistic. The ending was a bit too "happy ever after" with no real basis. This book left me dissatisfied.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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I must admit a fondness for stories of revenge and redemption. Masked by Moonlight gives us a strong woman detective in "Cee Cee" Caissie - she's bi-racial, gorgeous, tough, and sexy. Cee Cee's enjoys her wearing the white hat - she's always had a strong sense of justice and enjoys the firepower to back up her beliefs. When an unguarded moment leads her to danger, she welcomes the help of the gorgeous and deadly Max Savoie.
Max Savoie is a big unknown. Though he serves as the muscle behind the largest crime boss in the area, there are no records of Max's past. Everything points to a difficult childhood and a struggle to get where he is today. When it becomes clear that Max and his family were always part of the undocumented class, Cee Cee develops some sympathy for Max's position.
The attraction and unconventional courtship between Max and Cee Cee is a strong subplot in the novel. The greater mystery of Max and Cee Cee's shared past moves the action forward and gives Masked by Moonlight a captivating storyline. As I learned more about Max's unique problem and his struggle towards normal, I found myself on Max's side and thoroughly enjoying the mafia aspects and intrigues of the novel.
If you're looking for a fun, romantic thriller with some unconventional (read: paranormal) twists, I recommend Masked by Moonlight. I can't wait to read what happens in the subsequent novels -- I certainly want to know what happens next with Max Savoie and Cee Cee Caissie.
ISBN-10: 1439149631 - Mass Market Paperback
Publisher: Pocket (May 25, 2010), 375 pages.
Review copy provided by the publisher.
Posted June 17, 2010
I will admit that when I agreed to review this book, I thought it would be a light and sometimes sexy type of book. While I was correct on the second part of that assumption, I would exactly call this very light. That is a good thing. In fact, this book was written in a way that kept my interest and I even thought would be good for men to enjoy. Unfortunately, I don't think you'd get a guy past the cover, but if you did, I think he would be pleasantly surprised in how fun this book is to read.
Max is a part of the head mob in NOLA. In fact, he is the reason his mob boss is number one. Detective Caissie is a beautiful creole woman who's life is been police work. These two on opposite sides find that they both have one fear in common. A true connection with someone. Both had been through horrible things and both find it hard to trust others even though they have true loyalty to the jobs they hold. So, in a way this seems like the perfect set up to a typical romantic novel, however, things are anything but typical. Max's connection and involvement in the mob becomes the central theme in which the book revolves. It actually becomes so compelling that I think that even men could enjoy this book. You get to not only see inside the heads of Max and Charlotte, but in the mob bosses' head as well. So, there is a bit of everything. Romance, paranormal, sex, mystery, murder, and love.
I give this book 4 stars. It lost it's star due to the ending. All I will say is that Charlotte had good questions left in her head, but pushed it aside too easily. In fact, I think this book would have been better without this kind of "closure". Especially because this is book one in a series and it would have been better to have seen this part left open. So, despite the ending, I did feel this was a pretty good book.
Posted May 23, 2010
On the seedy side of New Orleans two men are brutally murdered. After examining the crime scene, Detective Charlotte "Cee Cee" Caissie's question is not who, but what killed gambler T-Bob and his shady friend. The victims' bodies were mutilated as if they had been attacked by a vicious animal. The investigation leads her to mob boss Jimmy Legere, a man she blames for kidnapping her as a teenager and murdering her father. But to get to Legere, Cee Cee must go through Max Savoie first. Max is second-in-command with a fierce reputation. Raised by the crime boss since his mother's death when he was a child, Max is Legere's most prized possession because of his secret gift, the ability to shift from man to beast. Legere uses that ability to make Max a deadly predator to protect his business interests and strike fear into his enemies.
As a smart, seasoned police woman, Cee Cee knows she should be wary of Max and his ties to Jimmy Legere, but she cannot help but be intrigued by him. When he saves her life during a vicious attack, Cee Cee realizes he was the same hero who rescued her from the brutal kidnappers years before. She falls in love with him despite learning about his true nature lurking just beneath the surface. As she delves further into the murder investigation and evidence mounts against him, she is forced to choose between her duty as a cop and her love for Max.
This is a fantastic beginning to the Moonlight series. The plot had many twists and turns that kept me guessing until the end. The characters are compelling. Cee Cee and Max are troubled souls on opposite sides of the law. They're haunted by the past and longing to reach out to someone who would understand their pain. I loved Max Savoie. He was different than your typical paranormal romance hero. Sure, he was sexy, protective and strong, but he also seemed vulnerable with little identity and very few personal possessions of his own. His entire existance was controlled by Jimmy Legere until Cee Cee came into his life. A passionate physical relationship came easily between them, but learning to trust one another was far more complicated. I'd also like to say that I thought Max's shifting ability was unique, but I will let you discover the details on your own. This dark, suspenseful tale should not be missed!
Posted April 14, 2010
Veteran NOPD Police Detective Charlotte "Cee Cee" Caissie works the homicide beat. Her current case involves a horrific mutilation murder that she ties to crime boss Jimmy Legere, whom she detests and hopes to destroy because she believes he killed her father.
Cee Cee digs deeper and concludes that Legere's monstrous mob enforcer, Max Savoie knows more than he is revealing to her. Max has been attracted to the detective seemingly forever and even saved her from an abduction years ago. She has dreamed about her hero since the incident and he admits to her he is him after he saves her again. As they make love, she knows she may have stepped over the edge of the levees because he is caught the middle of her mutilation investigation while he knows he is torn between love and loyalty.
Masked by Moonlight is a complex romantic police procedural working an urban fantasy beat. The story line is filled with action, but character driven as the seemingly star-crossed lovers cross their respective barrier to each other. Nancy Gideon provides a taut paranormal thriller that sub-genre fans will relish and look forward to more investigations starring Cee Cee with Max the "Monster" figuratively having her back and literally her mind and body.
Posted November 28, 2010
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Posted July 20, 2010
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Posted March 15, 2012
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Posted June 11, 2011
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