Slaves to the Moon by Skeezon

Official Description:

Self-destructive Bella is barely existing when she encounters a troubled, mysterious Edward. They share a past she can’t remember and a love he can’t forget. Join them as they find each other and escape the hell that follows.

When I was asked to guest review Slaves to the Moon by Skeezon, let’s just say I literally squeed! I’ve been reading since the first chapter was posted and hooked ever since. From the very first paragraph you are sucked in, already asking yourself questions. Her ability to “paint a picture” with words is fantastic and soon you find yourself submerged in the world in which these characters live.

I’ve been a fan of Skeezon’s for a while now, but this story completely owns me in every way. It’s her first attempt at writing in the third person, and let me tell you, she has mastered this art.

Suddenly, the moon broke free from the clouds, casting a heavy silver light into the alley. Edward froze, mesmerized by the grid patterned shadows created by the building’s fire escape. His gaze travelled up the shadow as if navigating a maze, until a small, solid shape interrupted his path.

You meet Bella Smith first. You learn quickly that she’s a troubled girl, whose self-destructive behavior is just a coping mechanism. She’s dark and beautiful and you instantly wish for some form of savior to help her out. Suddenly, the savior appears, a stranger in her alley, a man raging against his own demons. They are connected and yet, so distant.

They were two souls, snared by the circumstance and slaves to the moon. Though they did not feel like strangers.

We learn that Edward and Bella’s pasts are connected much more deeply than we could have ever imagined. Edward knew her as Isabella Swan and thought she was dead. Bella has suffered from amnesia, not even wanting to remember her past. Stuck in their ways of coping, they try to deny the need for each other, but eventually realize that there is no going back to a singular existence.

You’ll love Emmett, the protective neighbor to Bella. He’s a likeable guy and takes care of our girl when she refuses to. Alice was Bella’s social worker when she was a ward of the state and even years later is trying to remain a friend to the girl. She feels guilty for failing Bella while in charge of her care and will do anything to make it right.

Then, we meet the bad guy, Steel. He’s looking for Isabella Swan. He knows she’s not dead. We don’t know why or how, but we certainly are not cheering for his success.

[dcs_p]Clicking in the empty box, the cursor blinked at him, filling his senses with not an inkling of guilt. Steel’s fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, pecking out the name that had been ingrained into his psyche for almost a year. He was so close he could taste it.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]He hit enter and smiled victoriously as the screen displayed, Isabella Swan: one result found.[/dcs_p]

Skeezon’s words are poetic at times, personifying an emotion or object and making you wish you’d thought of it. This journey is filled with believable characters and a plot that answers old questions only to ask new ones. You’ll find yourself thinking of this story long after you’re finished with the chapter. You’ll want more and I have a feeling that you’ll get it.

P.S. This story updates weekly without fail and the pic teases are to die for!

I love this story and love Skeezon’s writing so much. It’s mysterious and just so good. It pulls you in, right from the beginning:

[dcs_p]“You saw me that night, in the alley,” he whispered, cringing at the thought. Bella smoothed down her hooded sweatshirt and nodded. “Is that mine?” he asked, recognizing the red stitching on the sleeve.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]“Yeah. You left it.”[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]Edward, finally able to process the information, filed it away in his mind. He weighed his options and contemplated which questions he could get away with asking. Being cerebrally inclined, he didn’t believe in fate or destiny. There was always a logical scientific or mathematical explanation for any situation. But the fact that little Isabella Swan, who was thought to be dead, sat before him munching on buttered toast, was literally blowing his mind.

There used to be this ache, this burning pain in Edward’s chest. It held all the love and loss for a girl named Isabella. Before Tanya, before the punishment of steel bars shoved through his flesh and ink etched into his skin, before his pessimistic outlook took hold, there had been Isabella. Back when he knew who he was and what he wanted, back when life was full of possibilities and everyone expected the best, there had been Isabella.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]He lay in bed after their midnight meeting, trying to piece together the two girls in one body. She had lost everyone and everything. Edward knew that she would guard herself from that pain. Bella was beautiful now, existing the best way a woman could, full of sex and mystery. While he knew he couldn’t pick up where they left off, he longed to posses her. He wanted to memorize her body beneath his fingertips while sucking on the sweet flesh of her bottom lip. Edward needed to have her moaning and chanting his name.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]This is where guilt would kick in for normal people, he thought. As much as he pushed around the heavy emotions in his chest, guilt was not to be found. He’d stopped apologizing for his actions years ago; he certainly wouldn’t apologize for his thoughts now.[/dcs_p]

[dcs_p]Nine blocks away, Bella slept soundly, wrapped in the black hoodie that belonged to a boy that once loved her.[/dcs_p]

I can’t say much without giving the story away, but if you haven’t read anything by Skeezon before, I suggest you jump on her right now. She is seriously one of the most underappreciated authors out there and is so talented. Check out Slaves to the Moon–you’ll be so glad you did!

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