4 star review of Moonshaddow's Daughter by Kaylie Newell!!!

To the citizens of Wolfe Creek, Aimee Styles is dead. What they don’t know is she’s alive...and a werewolf. After she was bitten two years ago, Aimee isolated herself away from the town, determined to keep them safe. But all it takes is an icy winter evening—and an incredibly virulent flu—to interrupt her self-imposed exile.

Nothing prepared doctor and single dad Jake Blackstock for the sight of Wolfe Creek's missing girl, or her delicate beauty. He's instantly and fiercely attracted to her, despite her secrets and the shadows in her near-black eyes. Jake's falling hard. He knows nothing about Aimee...or what she really is.

But something else lurks in Wolfe Creek's shadows. Something malevolent. Something that won't hesitate to rip apart their life and new love…

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Aimee glanced down at her outfit before knocking on
the door. It hadn’t taken her long to get ready. It was
either jeans, or…jeans. She hadn’t exactly had an excuse to
dress up lately. But she wished again that she had something
nicer for tonight’s visit, even if it was just supposed to be a
Looking up, she smoothed her hair away from her face.
Here goes everything…
She knocked and stood back to wait. Already dark, the
evening settled clear and cold around her. Sounds of the
forest surrounded the cottage, which sat tucked inside the
clearing like a little dollhouse.
Tilting her head, she looked up at the stars that glittered
against the night sky. She’d never been much of a nature girl
growing up. But now she found that it suited her, like the
color blue or singing along to her favorite music. It was just
a part of who she was.
Hugging herself, she exhaled slowly, watching the cloud
of breath float away and disappear. She felt good. Better
than she had in a while. She wondered how much of that had
to do with this visit. She’d been looking forward to seeing
Jake tonight. To seeing his son, and getting invited into a
warm house, with furniture and a TV, and the smell of dinner
still hanging heavy in the air. She’d missed this. A lot.
Just as that thought settled in, she heard someone small
running toward the door. Then a male voice telling him to be
careful or he’d slip in his socks.
The deadbolt unlocked with a thwack, and the door
swung open wide. She looked down to see Daniel standing
there in Spider Man pajamas. They were too small, frayed at
the neck and wrists. Probably his favorites. She remembered
having pj’s like that as a kid. Her mother had finally snuck
them in the garbage, a monumental tragedy to her six-year old
She grinned. “Hi there. Remember me?”
“Yup. You rescued Dante.”
“The one and only.”
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
She wished she’d brought him a little something. Kids
loved surprises. Maybe if there was a next time…
“I’m sorry I’m late. I’m glad I’m here now, though.
How’s Dante?”
“Good. He’s eating dinner.”
“He’s always eating dinner.” Jake appeared behind
Daniel and smiled, ruffling his son’s hair. “I’m glad you could
make it. Come on in.”
She stepped past them, her senses in hyper-drive. Daniel
smelled of little boy. Jake smelled of man. Really, really
hot man. Musky and warm. Faintly sweet. Her stomach
tightened. The acute sense of smell was one of the hardest
things she’d had to get used to. But sometimes, like now, it
was comforting. She could tell a lot about the world around
her because of it. And with people…with people it was more
like a fingerprint than anything else. Everyone had their
own scent—unique, special. Jake’s was no exception. It did

something to her. Something that made her heart race.

My Review:
             Aimee has been missing for over two years, and when she comes down with the flu, she has no choice but to seek help from another werewolf in her area, who calls a Dr. to help her. After healing up quite a bit Aimee takes it upon herself to watch over and protect the good Dr. and his son especially from the danger she senses from an unknown source in the woods. 
Jake is the only Dr in the rural area they live in, and as such feels a certain responsibility to the young girl that he took care of in secret not too long ago. After losing his wife in a terrible accident with what seemed to be a wild animal, and then losing his son the following summer in the woods and having a "wolf-man" save him.
            The pull between the two is not something either can fight and falling in love was completely forbidden and unavoidable. 
            I found this book to have some good parts and some harder parts-- the relationship between Jake and Aimee seemed forced, where as the connection between Aimee and Jake's son was written so beautifully and effortlessly. I would recommend this book for teens into the paranormal genre! 

About the author:

Kaylie Newell was born in the great state of Oregon, where she was raised alongside rivers and lakes and scruffy dogs that chased their tennis balls as far as Kaylie's noodle arms could throw. As she grew, so did her imagination, and it didn't take long to realize she was a romantic at heart. She began to fancy herself the future wife of a cowboy, the likes of which graced every paperback novel she could get her hands on. She decided to go to college in Oklahoma to snag herself one, but irony won over when she fell in love with a hippie in sheep's clothing instead. Together, they came back to Oregon, started a family and watched their dreams unfold. Kaylie wrote her first book when her girls were toddlers, editing sex scenes with The Wiggles on in the background. She's proud of many things in life, among them the fact that she can still recite her lines from Romeo and Juliet from her seventh grade play, the fact that she can set a grilled cheese sandwich on fire faster than most people can make one, but mostly she's proud of the stories blossoming inside her noggin on a daily basis.

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