Gray’s Winter Warm-Up #HopsWithHeart

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Happy Holidays Everyone!

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How about a loving spirit to warm up your holiday? In my paranormal romance Adderley’s Bride, Gray is a 19th century gentleman inhabiting a drafty old house in Upstate New York. He wants his long-dead fiancée back. Welcome home Sophie…

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Adderley’s Bride

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Danita Minnis

Sofie is a singer, baker and a serious planner. When she finds her rocker boyfriend up against the wall in a vocal booth with a back-up singer, her five-year plan for a home and family is dubbed over like a bad music track.

Gray, a lusty ghost who acts like she is his long-dead fiancée invades her dreams and works her body over, night and after night. It isn’t long before Sofie’s plans include her beguiling lover, a ghost man with a plan of his own; be with me. Nice plan if you call that living…

Excerpt

He came up behind her at the island as she was kneading dough for the beignets.

The spacious kitchen should have been cold in the middle of the night but the hard body against her back enveloped her in warmth. She curled into him. At five-foot-four, her head only reached his chest. His pecs were a firm pillow.

In the seductive veil of the dream, her peripheral vision blurred so that she felt more than she saw. The only light on in the kitchen was the overhead light which pulsed above them. A thought teased her consciousness that maybe it was not the overhead light at all, but something more.

“Ah, Sweet Sofie.” He shifted until he was nestled between her legs. “I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame.” His arms came over her and as he helped her knead the dough, his shaft slid in and out between her legs.

She sighed her pleasure and leaned her head against his chest. Watching his big hands over hers with flecks of the flour and sugar mixture coating the hair on his knuckles was an erotic vision of teamwork. She wondered how those hands would feel as they kneaded her flesh.

Their hands worked in time to the rhythm of his slide, in and out. Their fingers clenched onto the mound of dough as he pushed forward, and released as he slid out from between her thighs. Their heavy breathing was the only sound as they clenched and released, clenched and released…

A lazy heat flared between her legs, warming her to the core and making her hips rock back and forth. Her legs were giving way and she spread them wider to stay upright. She stopped kneading the dough to lean over and hold onto the island.

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hand so that she had to lean her head back against him. “Don’t stop,” his gentle scolding tickled her ear. “I have not had a decent beignet since I arrived in these United States.” He released her hair and pressed closer. She was now trapped between the island and his lean hips. “I’ll hold you up.” His low chuckle was a hot vibration between her thighs.

 

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Author Interview

  1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author.  Perseverance…okay who am I kidding, I’m totally stubborn. Once I start something I’m not happy until it’s finished and that includes getting my stories published.

 

  1. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? Both. When I was writing Now Matter When it started out as a simple time travel romance and when I submitted it my publisher she wanted more smut, so I gave her more smut and BAM! I fell into the Erotic romance genre. But with The Bannockburn Spell was just a romance and I wanted to give it a twist so I specifically aimed for a fairy-tale erotic romance.

 

  1. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? Yes I have! I actually used it in Extinct. My character Drew is not a morning person and her main goal is to get a cup of coffee first thing. That’s me, I’m not a morning person at all, I’m not a total bitch in the AM and I can function, I’m just not happy about it.

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  1. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? There are some days where I feel like I’m rock’in the juggling act and things go so smoothly, other days…not so much. It depends on the day and what I have going on, but in the end family comes first and that is all there is to it.

 

  1. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? There’s a scene in Extinct where Drew meets the slimy bad guy. If he said to what he said to Drew, regardless who was watching I would have belted him in the face because he totally deserves. He’s the type of guy who thinks women are going for nothing but…well you get the idea it would have been a disaster.

 

  1. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. In my home office or out in my front garden. I prefer a nice cup of tea and my furry beast sitting next to me.

 

  1. Writing inspirations? My writing inspiration come from every where. The idea for Extinct came from a sign that warned me to BEWARE OF THE WOLVES. The Soul Within came from a house we moved into and the idea for The Bannockburn Spell woke me up in the middle of the night. So, I’m guessing that inspiration came from a dream.

 

  1. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Julie Garwood. For the love writing woman…Why didn’t you give Ramsey from Ransom, his own book?

9. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. LOL My friends have no idea what I do when I’m writing but if they did I’m pretty sure me reading lines out loud to see how they sound and maybe adding an accent when needed would make them roll their eyes or laugh…probably laugh.

Thanks so much for having me today.

Cheers,

Nancy

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Excerpt:

“I need you to keep an open mind, Drew. Do you think you can do that?”

She blinked again, surprised by his question. A question she had never been asked before.

“I think so, yes.”

He narrowed his eyes, studying her intently before nodding. “Hold on to the good feelings, baby. It will help push the nervous ones away.” With that said he stood and walked to the bookshelves on the other side of the room. He pulled the copy of Peter Pan from the shelf then walked to his bag and pulled a large leather book free. He stopped in front of her once again, and after she sat up and covered her breasts with the blanket, he gave her the books then sat at the small table.

“Read the inscription in the front of Peter Pan first.” She nodded and opened the old book, flipped through the first few pages until she saw the most elegant handwriting.

She began reading the message.

 

“April 15th, 1911

Percy,

I know how much you enjoyed seeing the play with your father so many years ago. When I heard that Mr Barrie’s play was becoming a book, I requested a copy for you, so that you might read it whenever you want.

Happy Birthday, my darling son.

Mother”

 

Drew paused and looked up. “Who’s Percy?”

“I’m Percy.” He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed. “Percival, actually.”

She raised a single eyebrow in doubt. “Percival? But you said…”

“Theodore is my middle name. My family called me Percy when I was living at home.” He nodded toward the much larger book sitting next to her. “Read the next one out loud.” He clasped his hands together. “Start from the beginning.”

She nodded and did as he had asked. As she began reading, she had the distinct feeling that she had seen this same handwriting before.

“My full name is Percival Theodore Grey. Yes, Percival or Percy to my family and close friends. Thankfully, I haven’t been addressed by my full name since before the war. I was born 15 April 1885 in London, England, to Lord Theodore Grey…”

 

 AuthorPic (1)Author Bio and Links:

I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating…and the cold.  I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words.  I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod – that is never going to happen – and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.

I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author…zookeeper!  However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.

I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books.  All of which, are replenished on a regular basis.  Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.

 

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T. Lynne Tolles: Deadman’s Blood

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Deadman’s Blood

by T. Lynne Tolles

 

Blurb:  

As the dust settles from the destruction of the Bloodstone Heart, a small scroll that had been hidden in the hearth of the altar room for hundreds of years, reveals a prophecy that seems to be about the Larsen family. While the group tries to unravel the riddles of the prophecy they also start to notice they’ve acquired some interesting new powers from the Bloodstone itself, some of which are going to take some getting use to.

Darby and Devon head to Ireland to set up house and get ready for their impending nuptials when Darby is asked to help cure the Summer Queen of the Everworld or the delicate balance of power between the Seelie and Unseelie courts will topple throwing the planet into a deadly ice age. While at home, things take a turn for the worse when there’s a tragic airplane crash, the Larsen vampires start dropping like flies, Bernard goes missing, and all the bad deeds dealt seem to point towards one person – the Dark Angel.

What’s so important about the altar room? Why are people dying in the name of this prophecy? Will the Larsen’s survive these new tragedies? These questions and other deep seated secrets will be revealed in this final installment of the Blood Series.

  

Excerpt:

The rest of the group had started to stir when Bernard poked his head into the dining room and asked Josh to join him. Josh got up and headed for the door, holding onto Melanie’s hand and pulling her behind him.

“What’s up, Bernard?”

“Well, I called Dr. Rowe here to check on your hand.  I felt with such a bad cut, he should take a look at it,” Bernard said.

“You shouldn’t have, Bernard. It doesn’t hurt a bit,” Josh said.

“You should have it looked at, Josh. It looked like it was bleeding pretty badly before you took a shower,” Melanie urged.

“Fine. But I’m telling you it’s fine,” Josh argued.

Bernard walked Josh and Melanie into a room at the other end of the house, where Dr. Rowe was unpacking something from his bag.

“Ah, Mr. Brenner and the lovely Ms. Harper. How are you both?” Dr. Rowe inquired.

Melanie said, “Very well, Dr. Rowe. Thank you for coming.”

“So, Josh. I hear you had a run in with a nasty jar,” Dr. Rowe joked.

“It’s not a big deal,” Josh said.

“Are you kidding? He crushed it and the lid,” Bernard interjected.

“I’m sure the jar just had a flaw in it and I grabbed it at that fragile spot,” Josh argued.

“Well, let’s see how deep it is. I’m sure Bernard cleaned it well. He’s been patching you all up so much lately that he’s practically an MD himself,” Dr. Rowe said with a chuckle.

Josh held out his bandaged hand to the doctor. The bandages were red all the way through. Dr. Rowe carefully unwrapped his hand. “Hmm,” he said, looking at Melanie. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a vampire and healing yourself quite quickly.”

Bernard stepped forward as Melanie and Josh both looked at the unbandaged hand.  There were two red lines across his palm, one about an inch across and the other about a quarter inch, but the wounds looked two weeks old and almost completely healed.

Bernard stuttered, “But…but…this morning…”

Dr. Rowe looked from Bernard to Josh then said, “Been biting vampires lately?”

“Uh, no,” Josh said.

“Well…I don’t know what to say, you certainly don’t need my services. It looks fine. No infection. At this rate, by tomorrow you won’t know you had a cut at all. Quite remarkable for a human. The only explanation I can come up with is that you were in contact with a ‘healer,’” Dr. Rowe said.

 

Author Information:

Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over a Newfoundland puppy and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.

Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.

 

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Carolyn Wren: Ghosts of Grace Cottage

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Ghosts of Grace Cottage

by Carolyn Wren

 

Blurb:

Eloisa Waters is creating a new life for herself.  After travelling for twelve months, she comes home at Christmas, purchasing a small country cottage in a sleepy English village, despite the fact its previous owner was a recluse, the original owner was supposedly a witch, and it’s now rumored to be haunted!

On the first night in her new home, sensual erotic dreams surprise and delight her.  Only these aren’t dreams.  The rumors are true.  Two handsome Regency ghosts inhabit the cottage, becoming corporeal at night, trapped by a curse, compelled to satisfy every desire of the new owner.

Elly begins to fall in love with Anton and Phillipe, her charming ghostly lovers.  But is there more? Can the curse be broken? Or does Elly risk her own soul. As Christmas approaches, and memories surface, how will Elly choose?  How can she possibly leave behind the Ghosts of Grace Cottage?

 

Excerpt:

“Are you sure?”

Elly grinned at her friend. “Sal, I think you’re doing this wrong. You’re a realtor, I’m looking for a house. Your job is to talk me into buying, not out of it.”

Sally, her lifelong buddy and trainee real estate agent, looked dubious. “It’s old.”

Elly let her gaze wander over the deep red bricks of the cottage almost obscured by the climbing white roses. She saw the faded paint on the window frames and doors, the cracked tiles on the roof. None of that mattered. Something about this place called to her, tugged at her. “Imagine it with snow on the roof.”

“I’m imagining the roof collapsing.”

“Just look at those flowers. Whoever heard of roses blooming so close to Christmas?”

“It’s a freaky property. The climbing white roses bloom all year round. The bushes in the front garden don’t bloom at all, ever.”

“Imagine lying in bed and letting the fragrance waft over you.”

“Imagine lying in bed and letting the freezing cold wind waft over you from the cracks in the wall caused by the climbing roses penetrating the mortar between the bricks.”

“You do realize, Sal, you have no romance in your life.”

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I was born in England. My parents loved to travel as my dad spent many years in the navy. By the time I reached the age of 12 we had traveled pretty much around the world on cruise ships.

This sounds fun and exciting unless like me you can get sea sick sitting in a bathtub. Lets just say boats do not feature highly in my books.

I still love to travel, but I use planes. All of my life I have written stories in my head. I would rewrite and add characters to TV shows, edit and change novels I was reading, invent scenarios and scenes to amuse myself on long journeys. But strangely I never wrote any of them down. About three years ago I woke up with a scene so clear in my head I knew I had to put it down on paper. Now, what should I do with this one page of prose? I know, I will email it to some friends. The friends approved, in fact they asked what book it was from. I shyly admitted it was my own work and the reaction was immediate…please write the next bit! I did and I have not stopped writing since.

 

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Sneak Peak: The Paranormally Yours Anthology

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Seven of today’s hottest paranormal authors come together to bring you a boxed set guaranteed to keep you warm on a cold winter’s night. Do shifters make you howl? Or do you prefer the bite of a vampire? Perhaps the controlling hand of a demi-god is more your style. Paranormally Yours has a story—or seven—to set your pulse racing.

Enjoy this sneak peak at the Paranormally Yours anthology which will be available everywhere on Friday, December 5th.

 

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For Heaven’s Cakes

by Diane Saxon

Blurb:

Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small home town in America what he’s made of himself.

What he doesn’t anticipate is meeting the local pharmacist’s daughter – in his wolf form. By day, he renovates the pharmacy, and tries to cajole the lush assistant into having dinner with him. By night he watches Catherine bake her fantastic creations and blossom through her art.

Sleeping on her bed each night in his wolf form isn’t exactly ideal, but how does he tell her the wolf she’s come to love, is the man she lusts over?

 

Excerpt:

The cracked, peeling paint looked different from the way it had twelve years earlier when Beau had been a regular visitor to the pharmacy. His younger brother obviously still was from the way he strode inside, allowing the door to bump against the stopper and bounce back. It creaked and groaned at the stress, and almost hit Beau in the face. He shot his arm out to stop the door with the heel of his hand, feeling the crackle and splinter of the paint against his skin while he observed the quick grin on his brother’s face as Zeke glanced over his shoulder at him. Bloody kid, never would grow up. Zeke would have just laughed if he’d managed to break his nose for him. Always one to challenge the supremacy of the pack, he’d probably ruled the town in the absence of his two older brothers.

Zeke had taken pride in showing him around. A lot had changed, fast food restaurants had sprung up – they’d filled their bellies in one, enjoying the rich taste of the promised breakfast.

With a shake of his head, Beau wiped the shards of old paint from his hand and stepped inside.

Doc Tyler must still own the place from the way the shelves were stacked – exactly the same as they always had been. Beau tracked his gaze around the pharmacy, noted the perfect placement of each item, not a speck of dust in sight, unlike the outer shell of the building. On a closer look, the shelves had deteriorated, some of the screws had pulled loose and not been fixed back into the wall.

He’d bet his life the old boy still kept the condoms behind the counter so he could monitor the teenagers and scare the shit out of them for daring to think about having sex. Doc Tyler should have been proud of them, at least they were the responsible ones, those who bought condoms instead of risking unprotected sex.

He glanced at the counter, and expected to see skinny Doc Tyler, eyebrows pulled low as he glared over the top of his half-moon glasses. Beau had thought he was old twelve years ago, he was probably ancient now. The guy had scared the ever-loving crap out of him when he was kid, but looking back, there was no-one who’d shown him more charity than the Doc. A tough word and a soft heart.

Instead of the old boy, a curvaceous brunette stared at him with eyes the color of cinnamon. Her startled gaze caught and held his with stunning luminosity and a hint of familiarity in them. His automatic reaction to the sight of a beautiful woman was to smile, but she ducked her head and applied herself to serving the middle aged lady who struggled to keep a pair of lively young boys in hand.

Zeke made straight for the counter, leaned his elbow on it and cupped his chin in his hand while he stared at the delicious, buxom morsel on the opposite side. With a flick of her hair, she lifted her nose and ignored him completely while she addressed her customer.

“Thank you Mrs. Porter, I hope it helps.”

She gave a stiff smile while she kept her attention on the older lady who scrabbled with her package and hastened her two boys from the shop as though she believed Zeke’s wild boy attitude was contagious. Beau glanced at Zeke who stared with puppy dog eyes at the assistant. Perhaps it was.

“Hey, kitty cat.”

Beau tried not to roll his eyes, but his brother was so predictable, his deep Irish voice smoothed the way for the next woman to take her place between his sheets.

“Zeke.” All cool business, the woman raised an eyebrow and Beau sidled in closer, unable to resist the soft curve of her mouth, the wide invitation of her eyes.

“What can I help you with today?” The slow roll of her husky voice gave his breath a sharp hitch.

Beau imagined she’d practiced the line so many times in an attempt to avoid all the connotations and interpretations his bad brother could spin on it. Still, Zeke leaned in, gave her his undivided attention and a wolfish grin, “I need a party pack. What would you recommend?”

She drew in a long breath through her delicate nostrils and Beau watched with increasing interest as her ample bosom expanded. She blew out through beautifully sculptured lips and his mouth watered.

“Zeke, I think you know we don’t carry adequate stock for your requirements,” Beau almost spluttered out his appreciation of her cheerful rejoinder, but she held up one long, elegant finger “…but I can offer you these.”

As she turned to the shelf behind her and bent over to reach the condoms, Beau stretched onto his toes to get a good look at her over the counter. The rounded globes of her ass were nicely enhanced by the tight stretch of her black skirt. His pulse kicked up and he gave an uneasy swallow. He lowered himself back down as she straightened and turned. The quick flick of her gaze caught his again before she gave her attention to his brother.

“Here you go, Zeke. I placed a special order just for you.”

A soft choking sound came from Zeke as he picked the blue box up from the counter. Face blank, the pretty assistant stood stock still. The only giveaway was a rapid blink of her eyes as she waited patiently.

You are an evil woman.” Zeke managed to splutter out as he studied the box, then waggled the condoms at her. “I have never bought extra small condoms in my life.”

 

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Uncaged

by Christy Gissendaner

Blurb:

Mixed breed vampire shifter, Gabe Moncrief, has made a name for himself in the Cage, an arena where only the strong survive. He’s training for the fight of his life–and vengeance–when Rain Pettis appears. As an Elemental – a supernatural being descended from Zeus himself – she holds the key to his future in the Cage.

As much as she loves her brothers, Rain needs to break away from their overwhelming influence to become her own person. Gabe is the only shifter capable of standing up to them. But when Rain learns a secret that tests her loyalty to her family, she has a decision to make. Does she risk it all for love? And can she bear watching Gabe endanger his life within the Cage?

 

Excerpt:

An ill-timed crack of lightning singed Gabe’s eyebrows. He ignored the sizzle of energy, and landed a final punch. His opponent’s eyes rolled back into his head, as he sank to the ground. The elemental effects of the arena disappeared. Gabe once again stood in the center of a dirt ring. No rain drummed on his head. No dust clouds or lightning threatened.

Gabe didn’t wait for the announcement of the knock-out to echo across the arena’s sound system. He strode to the center of the ring and lifted both arms into the air. A chorus of screams reverberated in the arena, bounced off the rafters, and grew to a deafening roar.

He lifted his gaze to the owners’ box. The tallest of the three figures lingering within the glass structure lifted his hand in salute. Gabe tilted his chin and moved his gaze, zeroing in on the lone female within the box.

Rain Pettis was a force to be reckoned with, both literally and figuratively. Unlike her eldest brother, she didn’t acknowledge him as the victor of the fight in any way. She was strictly professional, always dressed in formfitting black business suits, with her blonde hair swept into a tight bun. The tiny black glasses she wore weren’t prescription. Elementals had perfect vision, courtesy of their godly sire. The glasses perched on the end of Rain’s perfect nose were merely a costume piece for the role she played as the unattainable ice princess.

She didn’t fool him one bit. He’d seen the looks she gave him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. She was interested—no doubt about it. But he’d always steered clear. To mess with the youngest Pettis would be akin to having a death wish. Rumor had it her brothers were overly protective, even going so far as to threaten any man that dared touch their sister. The risk didn’t stop Gabe from sweeping his gaze across her oval face, luscious lips, and lower, down to the tiny hint of cleavage displayed by her lace-trimmed blouse.

Nice. He was enough of a vamp to consider flying up to the box for a closer look. Only the dangerous warning vibes her brothers sent his way kept his feet grounded in the dirt.

A sudden shower of cold rain washed over him. He swiped his hand over his damp face and grinned. Apparently she’d caught him staring. A cold shower was definitely what he needed. Nothing got to him quite like a woman determined to play hard to get.

 

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Christmas Delights: Heather Hiestand

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Christmas Delights

by Heather Hiestand

 

Blurb:

The sweetest gift is the hardest to unwrap. . .

Lady Victoria Allen-Hill never dreamed she’d be a widow at twenty-one–let alone a virgin. Her father insists that she attend a matchmaking house party in the snow-covered seaside town of Pevensey in hopes she’ll find a suitable husband. But for Victoria, it’s an opportunity to indulge in a passionate affair–and the handsome inventor she meets at the Christmas Eve masquerade ball may be just the man for the job. . .

Lewis Noble is the cousin of London’s famed Redcake sisters, so it almost stands to reason that he’s just as irresistible as one of their sugar-iced pastries. Lewis catches the eye of every woman at the party–but Victoria is the only one who catches his. He won’t be tied down in her father’s business, but watching other men court her amid a flurry of engagements ignites a jealousy he’s never felt before. A dose of honesty may be just the thing to mend their broken hearts–for many holidays to come. . .

“Before I realized it, the unusually strong and well-developed characters of The Kidnapped Bride had sneaked up on me and captured my full attention. This is one of the best shorter books I have ever read.” –Delle Jacobs, author of Lady Wicked

“A delightful, sexy glimpse into Victorian life and loving with two wonderfully non-traditional lovers.” –Jessa Slade, author of Dark Prince’s Desire on His Wicked Smile

 

Excerpt:

“I do not blame you for wanting to wear a pretty gown,” Lewis said.” You are too young to dress like a crow, even if you are a widow. I’m sure your mask will have the intended effect of hiding your identity, for most people.”

But not for him, who had known her somewhat intimately. She felt her bodice constrict as she tried to draw a deep breath.

“Your costume is exquisite,” he observed, his gaze lingering on her exposed bosom.

“I didn’t see you all day.” His gaze heated her, reminding her of what they might have shared the night before, if only they hadn’t been interrupted.

“I was busy with the earl.” His gaze drifted down her skirts and back up again.

“I was sorry we were disturbed last night.”

His gaze fastened on her face, his eyes widening.

She should not have been so bold, but then again, her words were far less bold than her actions had been. He smiled, giving him a hint of boyish naughtiness.

“I am sorry, too,” he said. “But Eddy sleeps in my dressing room.”

“I don’t suppose there is a lock on that door.”

He chuckled. “I can’t lock the boy in. What if there was a fire?”

“I share my bed with Penelope. I didn’t expect house parties to be so complicated.” She made a face. How did people manage? And had she really just spoken so frankly? She had exposed her naïveté, true, but also her lust.

“I was honored by the attempt.” He glanced down at her wrist. “May I?”

 

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Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.

 

For more information, visit Heather’s website at www.heatherhiestand.com. Heather loves to hear from readers! Her email is heather@heatherhiestand.com.

 

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Ash Krafton: Words That Bind

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Author Interview

1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author. 

I talk a lot. Chatterbox, motor-mouth—if there’s a nickname, I’ve been called it. Because I love to talk, writing came more or less naturally to me. When I decided I would pursue publication, I got to put my love for communication to good use.

Being a talker isn’t a necessary trait to be a published author, because writing time is usually quiet time. However, it does make me feel at ease in front of other people, which definitely helps me out at appearances and cons.

2. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you?

Oh, I know all about the elusive genre. “Imagine what shelf your book would go on in a bookstore,” the experts would say, but when it came to shelving my first book, I was absolutely torn. Was it urban fantasy or paranormal romance—or was it chick lit? Could I even say chick lit anymore? It was agonizing. I ended up discovering the genre after I took a writing course on the elements of good romantic plotting. That’s when I was able to look at my story and know for sure it was urban fantasy. If I would have tried selling it as a paranormal romance, I’d have been strung up for my crime. Whew. A little education went a long way. J

It even served me well when I wrote my current release, a paranormal romance. And it totally fits the genre.

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I pants my way through most of the first draft, before I do a chapter outline and see what exactly is going on. Once I see the general shape of things, I plot the rest, adding and subtracting elements so that the plot is structured and satisfying.

4. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline?

Actually, when I released my first book, several people asked if it was autobiographical, because they said they recognized elements of “me” in it. I deny it, though, because I don’t actually know any vampires.

5. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you?

Deadlines are awful. I balance a full-time career in pharmacy and a large family with my author activities and all I have to say is, thank goodness for my Hotmail calendar. I try to mark all my important deadlines and set phone alerts, since I always have my mobile on hand.

6. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention?

If I switched places with my heroine, Tamarinda, I’d have been fired before Burns ever comes through the door. She’s a social worker with a firm grip on the essence for cool objectivity so I’d fail that instantly. If I made it to the first meeting, I wouldn’t have intrigued him and thrown him off guard—he’d probably have incinerated me on the spot. There’s a good reason why I’m not in any of my books!

7. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without.

On the couch, in the morning, with a bag of Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles and a cup of tea, usually Irish Breakfast or Darjeeling if I’m deserving of a treat.

8. Writing inspirations?

Music, mainly…music helps me focus my stories, and allows me to follow the streams of emotions they need to come alive.

9. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

Edgar Allen Poe…and I ask him: Why did you get on that train?

10. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t.

I stare at them when they do certain things, because I’m thinking of a way to put it in a book. Or else I’ll smile when I should be angry—sure, I’m angry, but the writer’s side of my head is putting it to good use…hence the insane smile.

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Words That Bind

by Ash Krafton

 

Blurb:

Social worker Tam Kerish can’t keep her cool professionalism when steamy client Mr. Burns kindles a desire for more than a client-therapist relationship—so she drops him. However, they discover she’s the talisman to which Burns, an immortal djinn, has been bound since the days of King Solomon…and that makes it difficult.

Ethical guidelines are unequivocal when it comes to personal relationships with clients. However, the djinn has a thawing effect on the usually non-emotive Tam, who begins to feel true emotion whenever he is near. Tam has to make a difficult choice: to stay on the outside, forever looking in…or to turn her back on her entire world, just for the chance to finally experience what it means to fall in love.

 

Excerpt:

“So. You’ve destroyed a stereotype for me. A genie who lives in a library. Different.”

“When in Rome, no?” He stirred his cup before setting down the spoon with a light clink against the saucer. “Or, I suppose it is more accurate to say when in human form. When I am Burns, I prefer here.”

“Human form.” It didn’t sound right. Who said things like that, and meant it? “Can you change into anything you want? Any shape at all?”

He stretched out his legs and cocked his head, sliding his gaze up and away. “I suppose I could. I’m getting old and set in my ways. There’s this…” He swept his hands down the line of his body.

Her eyes were unable to keep from following, not even when he lingered over his midsection. Even lounging, his shirt was tightly tucked into his beltline. No belly fat there.

He tilted his head and gave her an upper-teeth smile, nibbling gently at his lower lip. “And apparently this form is pleasing to the eye, so I wear it often. But there are others. Tiger, a favorite. Savage and regal and the colors of flames in the night. Fearsome to behold, but very useful when dealing with physical conditions in which a human form may be outmatched. Plus, I can lash my tail.”

His voice took a teasing, conspirator’s tone. “I love my tail. You’d love it too, if you saw it.”

She trained her eyes firmly upon his. No way would she give him the pleasure of checking out his tail.

 

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Ash Krafton is a speculative fiction author from northeastern Pennsylvania. Krafton’s first novel, Bleeding Hearts was published in 2012 as part of an urban fantasy trilogy The Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press). An urban fantasy novella, Strangers at the Hell Gate, was published by Wild Rose Press in 2013. Her newest release, Words That Bind, won first place in the HeRA RWA “Show Me the Spark” 2013 competition as well as a Zebulon award in 2014.

Krafton also writes New Adult speculative fiction novels under the pen name AJ Krafton. Upcoming titles include The Heartbeat Thief, Face of the Enemy, and the award-winning Takin’ It Back. She is part of a YA/NA collective known as the Infinite Ink Authors.

In addition to novel-length fiction, Krafton enjoys writing poetry and short prose, some of which earned distinctions in various writing competitions. One of her poems was also nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She’s a proud member of Pennwriters, Romance Writers of America, and Pikes Peak Writers. Krafton also writes for the Query Tracker Blog and the Prose and Cons blog.

She resides with her family in northeast Pennsylvania.

 

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Chad Hunter: The Monster Man

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Character Interview

Please state your name. My name is Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia.  You may call me Count Dracula or Lord of the Undead.  Titles still have meaning.

Where were you born?  When?  Sighișoara, Romania in 1431.  There was always music or bells, the clang of sword and the sounds of my people.

How did you come to be…Dracula?  *eyes burn and a shadow falls over his face* If only we had eternity, child.  That is a long tale.  However, to shorten my story – I waged war against the Ottoman Empire – one campaign failed and I was at the end of an executioner’s blade.  I found my prayers turned into bargains – faith took too long and other forces answered my call.

What is immortality like?  What is it like to be a creature of the night?  Immortality is a weapon and I am a warrior – I wield it.  For those whom I cannot defeat in direct combat, I will outlive.  Being a nosferatu, a vampire is simply being.  Dracul, the man, the will never changes.  I can move as ethereal as mist or as base as rodents, as majestic as wolves or as obscure as bats against the moon – I always remain that which I am.

Do you have regrets?  In life, I was a prince – regrets are for lesser men.  It is foolish to be bound by that which cannot be changed.  In undeath, I am even more than a prince.  The idea of regret is far removed – like a worm miles under the rock from the hawk.

Are emotions like that to you?  Worms, lesser ideas?  Feelings – doubt, worry, altruism or greed – human concepts, mortal drives.  I feel time wash over me and I deny its rot and its turning forces.  How much less are emotions?

What is your favorite book?  The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli.  The Italian was highly knowledgeable in ways of state and government…and ruling.

What is your favorite hobby?  I study my enemies.  I study my “allies” even more.

Have you seen any films?  I prefer music.  My father ensured we were all cultured, refined.  The piano is still something I find myself intrigued with.  One moves a finger and one moves a string and produces a note.  I enjoy the cause and effect.

Why are you at war with Damian Malachi?  *a chill sudden fills the room*  Ah, yes, the “Monster Man…”  Malachi stands in my way.  I could have other worlds to conquer – I was a warlord in life, conquering is what I do.  And a child-turned-man-turned-monster stands against me.  Were he not such a worthy opponent I would be offended.

Thank you for the interview, Count.  *bows slightly* I will remember you.  I will have need of one to record my victory over the “Monster Man. “

 

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 By CHAD HUNTER

 

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A brief summary of the Monster Man – King of Fools – Damian Malachi is a best-selling horror writer.  He is also a loving husband and dedicated father.  However, Malachi holds a dark secret.  Twenty years ago, as a young boy, he disappeared for two days.  His parents and police searched for the lost child only to have him reappear at the front door of his home with unexplainable scars, a slight amount of growth and a sense of tragedy behind his eyes.  What no one knows is that in the forty-eight hour absence, Damian experienced five years in the colorless world of Sanctuary, a place much like our own world except the monsters that we have seen in black-and-white movies and books are real.  More than that, the monsters in Sanctuary had won.  Mankind was extinct.

In Sanctuary, Malachi discovered a dark prophecy – One of the five green shards of a crystal, the Walestone, enabled him to tap into the stone’s other five recipients – the lumbering Frankenstein’s Monster, the savage Werewolf, the feral Swamp Creature, the enigmatic Mummy and the tyrannical Dracula.  Trained by the poetic and repentant Igor and the now-vampiric Dr. Van Helsing, Malachi became the Monster Man – a chimera of all the monsters and their greatest threat.  After a brief war, Damian returned home and grew up knowing that the old movies and books were not fiction but warnings.  And now, two decades later, in Malachi’s own world, the war with horror has begun again.  Three boys have gone missing in the exact same fashion as Damian did when he was a child.  Additionally, creatures have found their way into Malachi’s home, threatening his wife and son.  Now, Damian must go back to the world that stole him away once and never left him the same.

 

Excerpt:

With that, the 100-foot arachnid stormed off and down the side of the cavern crossed by the bridge.

“Is he alright?”  The voice came from the taller man.  It had an accent and was very formal, very educated.  He had a long walking stick that he held as a cane.  More so for look or class than necessity.

“I believe so, doctor.”  The shorter man’s voice had a grunting breath to it.

“We’ll need to get him into hiding.  It’s a miracle one of the Five haven’t been here yet.”

“Maybe they do not sense him,” said the short man.

“No, my friend, they sense everything – especially a living mortal.”

Damian looked up at the two men talking about him.

One was tall, thin – the other short and hunched over.  They removed their hooded faces.

“Luckily neither of us have been alive for some time.”  The taller man was chalk white with red eyes and fangs.  The shorter figure was a more greenish color and one eye was far larger than the other.  His back massively deformed.

Malachi found no scream once again.  But he did find he could pass out.

 

 

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About Chad Hunter

Chad Hunter was born in East Chicago, Indiana. Raised by a single mother in the city’s Harbor section, he is the youngest of four. Growing up in the Midwest and a proudly self-proclaimed “Region Rat,” Hunter has written and published several books and novels. He has written for magazines and newspapers throughout North America and has been published in several languages. His writings have been called sophisticated yet humorous, sharp witted and unrelenting.

Most often, Hunter’s writings have been considered so wide and diverse that they span a scale that would include multiple writers with multiple forms.

How To Lists from the Innerwife intimately discusses the subtle internal conversations that can greatly improve relationships.

Black Parakeets Only Hatch in December walks readers with poetic imagery through a lifetime in East Chicago, Indiana.

Finally, The Portray Protocols grip with horrific vivid detail, supernatural terror and mesmerizing intensity. If anything binds his varied styles, it is Hunter’s theme of the human condition, humor and family closeness – all to the backdrop of romantic love, vibrant remembrance and even monsters themselves.

 

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