Lindsey Fairleigh: Echo Prophecy

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Welcome Lindsey Fairleigh with her new release Echo Prophecy. Lindsey will be awarding a $15 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Follow the tour and comment; the more they comment, the better their chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/09/virtual-blurb-blitz-tour-echo-prophecy.html

Echo Prophecy (Echo Trilogy, #1)

by Lindsey Fairleigh

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“…we only see what we want to see…what we expect to see…”

Discover what’s hidden—a powerful, mythic race, an ancient Egyptian prophecy, and a love strong enough to shatter the boundaries of time.

Alexandra Larson isn’t human…but she doesn’t know that. As far as Lex is concerned, she’s simply an ambitious and independent archaeology grad student with a knack for deciphering ancient languages, especially the various forms of Egyptian. When she’s recruited to work on her dream excavation, her translating skills uncover the secret entrance to an underground Egyptian temple concealed within Djeser-Djeseru—the famous mortuary temple of Queen Hatchepsut. Lex is beyond thrilled by her discovery…as is the enigmatic and alluring excavation director, Marcus Bahur.

As the relationship between Lex and Marcus heats up, a series of shocking revelations leave the young archaeologist reeling. Once Lex discovers the truth of her ancient Egyptian roots—the truth of her more-than-human nature—the people she trusts most make one final, terrifying revelation: Lex is the central figure of a four-thousand-year-old prophecy. She is the only thing standing between the power to alter the very fabric of time and an evil megalomaniac…who also happens to be her father. As events set in motion over four millennia ago lead Lex and Marcus from Seattle to the heart of Egypt, the fate of mankind depends on one thing: the strength of Lex’s love.

 

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Excerpt 

“This is all so strange, you know? It’s like a dream I could wake from any moment,” I said, my voice hushed.

Marcus’s arm tensed in mine. “Would you want to wake up?” He sounded a little sad.

I hugged his arm with both of mine and said, “Not anymore.”

When Marcus abruptly stopped, I almost slipped on the slick brick path. With his free hand, he turned me to face him. His cool, leather-clad fingers cupped either side of my face, tilting it up so he could examine my features better in the light of a distant streetlamp. I could feel the faint kiss of each snowflake as it landed on my face.

“What are you, Alexandra Ivanov?” he breathed. “What are you and what are you doing to me?” As his deep, silky voice released each word into the starless night, he leaned closer. Our individual white puffs of breath slowly merged, becoming indistinguishable.

“But—”

“Shhh, Little Ivanov,” he murmured, closing the distance between our mouths. His lips touched mine with the faintest possible pressure, brushing first one way, then the other. When I tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back just enough to maintain the maddening softness.

I slipped my fingertips into his coat pockets, pulling his body closer to mine, and groaned in frustration. I wanted more. I needed more.

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Author Bio and Links

Lindsey Fairleigh lives her life with one foot in a book–as long as that book transports her to a magical world or bends the rules of science. Her novels, from post-apocalyptic to time travel and historical fantasy, always offer up a hearty dose of unreality, along with plenty of adventure and romance. When she’s not working on her next novel, Lindsey spends her time reading and trying out new recipes in the kitchen. She lives in the Napa Valley with her loving husband and confused cats.

 

Links

Website: http://www.lindseyfairleigh.com/

Blog: http://lindseyfairleigh.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LindsFairleigh

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lindsey-Fairleigh/220345161400603

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18038336-echo-prophecy

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Purchase links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EIV14HK

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/echo-prophecy-lindsey-fairleigh/1116424458?ean=2940148708094

KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/echo-prophecy

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/346983

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Paul DeBlassie: The Unholy

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Welcome Paul DeBlassie with his new release The Unholy. One randomly drawn commenter will receive the choice of a $50 Amazon/BN gift card.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/08/virtual-book-tour-unholy-by-paul.html

 

Here is Paul in five: 

First book you remember making an indelible impression on you. The Old Man and the Sea

If you could only eat one food the rest of your life, what would it be? Chile and beans

If you were a shifter, what animal would you like to be? Wolf and I am a shifter

Favorite season? Why? Summer…hot New Mexico sun

Best movie ever made?  The Shining

 

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THE UNHOLY By Paul DeBlassie III

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A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, The Unholy is a novel of destiny as healer and slayer. Native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.

 

Excerpt 

Lightning streaked across a midnight dark sky, making the neck hairs of a five-year-old girl crouched beneath a cluster of twenty-foot pines in the Turquoise Mountains of Aztlan stand on end. The long wavy strands of her auburn mane floated outward with the static charge. It felt as though the world was about to end.

Seconds later, lightning struck a lone tree nearby and a crash of thunder shook the ground. Her body rocked back and forth, trembling with terror. She lost her footing, sandstone crumbling beneath her feet, and then regained it; still, she did not feel safe. There appeared to be reddish eyes watching from behind scrub oaks and mountain pines, scanning her every movement and watching her quick breaths. Then everything became silent.

The girl leaned against the trunk of the nearest tree. The night air wrapped its frigid arms tightly around her, and she wondered if she would freeze to death or, even worse, stay there through the night and by morning be nothing but the blood and bones left by hungry animals. Her breaths became quicker and were so shallow that no air seemed to reach her lungs. The dusty earth gave up quick bursts of sand from gusts of northerly winds that blew so fiercely into her nostrils that she coughed but tried to stifle the sounds because she didn’t want to be noticed.

 

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Author Information

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., is a psychologist and writer living in Albuquerque who has treated survivors of the dark side of religion for more than 30 years. His professional consultation practice — SoulCare — is devoted to the tending of the soul. Dr. DeBlassie writes fiction with a healing emphasis. He has been deeply influenced by the mestizo myth of Aztlan, its surreal beauty and natural magic.  He is a member of the Depth Psychology Alliance, the Transpersonal Psychology Association and the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy.

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Supernatural Manday Hotties!

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Welcome to Manday Hotties where I am presenting readers choice hunks. 🙂

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First up, in honor of the premiere of Supernatural this week we have our favorite demon-fighting hottie. Enjoy!

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Magic City 2 2013

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Click the button above to visit other warriors for more snippets. This piece is from my new paranormal romance Love Entwined. Roman Cardiff has plans for Amelie Laurent.

 

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“Excellent,” he said. “When will you be ready to leave for St. Clair Manor?”

“Mr. Cardiff, this is highly irregular. I cannot be contracted out…” She looked at Harold, who shrugged. She schooled her voice back to a modicum of professionalism. “Mr. Cardiff, we have everything we need here at Penrods to do the job. I can forward the sketches to you in just a few weeks’ time.”

His chiding chuckle said they were both aware he had her. It made her feel chastened, but it also made her legs weak with an unwelcome tremor of desire.

The handsome devil had dimples to boot.

“Ms. Laurent, I am afraid that is impossible. The Cardiff collection never leaves St. Clair Manor, and I’m sure you will find our facilities more than adequate. As for the sketches, I will need to work closely with you on concepts.” His eyes raked her form again. “I am very hands-on.”

 

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And the winners are…

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Thanks to you lovely readers for being part of the Love Entwined Blurb Blitz! It was so much fun and it is a great experience getting to know all of you. :) I want to give a big welcome to all my new followers on social media and I am honored that you’ve come along for the ride.

Today I want to share with you the winners of this tour:

Filia Oktarina – $10 Amazon gift card
Kayla Orton – Grand prize $25 Amazon gift card
Jovon Tucker – Host prize $10 Amazon gift card

Congratulations winners!

Happy weekend to all. :)

Danita

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My Sexy Saturday – Love Entwined

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop in which we share scintillating snippets for your reading pleasure. Today my new paranormal romance Love Entwined is featured. Roman Cardiff has plans for Amelie Laurent.

 

Ms. Laurent took a deep breath and started toward him.

Roman smiled at the conscientious designer ready to do business. Let her think that if it would help her get through the evening.

Tonight was the first step in the seduction of Amelie Laurent. He was planning on loosening those milky white shoulders she squared.

He brought her hand to his lips. “Ms. Laurent, you look beautiful tonight.” Her
perfume reminded him of the sultry blooms in his mother’s garden. Her body was wrapped in a black silk halter-top dress. An emerald pendant nestled between breasts his fingers itched to touch, and emeralds dangled from her ears. The gold filigreed scrollwork was unmistakable, the Cardiff collection, circa early 1800s. “Your design?” he asked.

“Yes.” Ms. Laurent’s eyes followed his to her cleavage and she smiled. “Do you like
them?”

“Lovely.” He murmured, watching the flush that crept over the succulent fruit before
him.

He guided her out the revolving glass door.

She was good, this one. The jewels were a blatant reproduction, but that wasn’t the
reason he needed some air. If she knew what he wanted to do to her right now, she would
make a run for the elevator. The way he was feeling, he would definitely enjoy the chase.
He cleared his throat. He had to pace himself; this was a dinner meeting. He was just
priming her tonight. The seduction would not start until they reached England.

 

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Paranormal Romance Love Entwined on Susana’s Morning Room

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Run, little witch…

Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

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Paranormal Fragment Friday: Falcon’s Angel

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Welcome to Paranormal Fragment Friday, a weekly blog hop just right to start off a month-long celebration of the spookiest time of year. This week I am featuring Falcon’s Angel, A Cardiff Novel Book 1. This excerpt is from a precious life in which my hero and heroine first met.

 

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Carlo.

The trees stilled. The incessant rustlings of the night creatures in the forest ceased.

He shouldn’t have known that voice calling to him in this strange wood, but he did. A year in the grave, and  Margaux called to him.

The moon reflected on the quiet water and called to him with as much determination as he felt pulling off his Hessians and wading in. He was knee-deep in the stream before he considered how deep the dark water might be.

Turning full circle, he searched for the moon, which had disappeared. There was no moon tonight yet Carlo saw the moon across the water.

He dunked his head once and then swam above water, keeping an eye on the white light, which was too low in the trees to be the moon.

Margaux had been silent these last few minutes but he could still hear the urgency of her call. He could not see Margaux but across the stream the trees, previously indiscernible this black night, shined a verdant emerald, glowing from a source of light.

Carlo climbed the bank. The sphere of light in the distance grew as he approached.

He forged a path through the brush as if the stones beneath his feet were soft grass. He did not dare say her name aloud for fear the light would disappear and the forest would cloak him in darkness once again. After all this time, had she come to him?

Carlo walked faster.

Shaking now and blinded by the white light, he shielded his eyes with one arm and with the other outstretched, entered the sphere.

 

Susan Sloate Interview and Giveaway – Stealing Fire

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Welcome Susan Sloate with her heart-warming release Stealing Fire. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning! The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/06/virtual-book-tour-stealing-fire-by.html

Susan will be awarding a notebook perfect for journaling to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. But first, Susan answers my ten in a fun interview. 🙂

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Author Interview:

Danita, thanks for inviting me to come today! It’s so nice to stop here and chat for awhile about writing.

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. Becoming a published author, for me, was a matter of reaching out to New York publishers (this was back in the late 1980’s) and trying to find one who would pay me to write a young-adult series book (which is what I was most wanted to write at that time). I’d grown up on all those Scholastic Book Club books – still read them – and wanted to find a house that was still doing them. (Lots of them, in case you’re wondering. Spend an hour with Literary Marketplace in your local library and look up Book Producers.) A small house that produced book series for large publishers hired me, mostly because the first one happened to be about girls who were training for Olympic dressage, and I just happened to be riding English saddle every week at the time. Perfect synchronicity! I wrote a sample, got a contract, produced a manuscript in a month (panting all the way down the wire), and got another two contracts immediately to write young-adult bios of Abraham Lincoln and Amelia Earhart. From there I just kept going, as we all tend to do. Wrote a book about baseball, one about pre-teen fashion, a bio of Clara Barton, then after a lapse of a few years (during which I got married and had children), I went back to it. Two bios of Ray Charles, a history of Alcatraz, some girls’ series fiction. Great fun!

I suppose you’d say the strong character trait I had was perseverance. I actually never bothered writing editors; I picked up the phone and called them. (Fortunately I’d worked for some years for a literary agency in L.A., so I could sound professional when I spoke to them.) They couldn’t get rid of me – I kept calling back every three or four weeks – and finally the right circumstances came along.

Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? It always chooses me. I never think about genre when I get an idea for a story, never consciously try to fit into one, though most of them have elements of history, or mystery, or romance, because that’s what I like to read. Mine are always ‘what if?’ situations – ‘what if I could travel back in time to save JFK from assassination in Dallas?’– that kind of thing. STEALING FIRE, my new novel, is the one exception I can think of – that story is a love story between an older guy and a younger woman, and at the time I began writing, that situation was happening to me. I couldn’t make sense of it and I wanted to try, so I started writing, but the characters and the novel just took off of their own accord, and I just kept writing.

The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? Depends on what month you meet me! 11 months a year I’m a plotter – I do like to have some idea of where I’m going when I start, though with STEALING FIRE I had no idea – I sat down at the typewriter (yes, folks, it was that long ago – I started this novel, I blush to admit, in 1983!) With more complex stories, like FORWARD TO CAMELOT (which will be re-published this fall), I actually plotted every important detail with my co-author, Kevin Finn, before we wrote the first draft. It was really necessary, because so much was happening at once we really needed that structure to lean on.

On the other hand, if you meet me in November, while I’m doing Nanowrimo – well, all bets are off! I have an idea I start with, probably very little beyond that, and every day I’m flying by the seat of my pants. No idea where I’m going. It’s totally exhilarating! I’ve done it 7 times, won it 6 times (crossing the finish line at the end of the month with 50,000 written words) – I recommend it to all writers, just because it’s such a great way to shed your inner editor and make things happen creatively – wonderful!

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? I really hate to admit this – but since you asked – ???!! – while I write in different genres and tell different kinds of stories, the one constant seems to be that the heroine is some version of me. (I just figured this out about a year ago.) In STEALING FIRE it’s the young me; in FORWARD TO CAMELOT it’s a highly glamorized, idealized version of me; in my upcoming novel THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL it’s an older, more realistic version. I’ve often included my relationship with my mother in novels – it wasn’t easy, though we love each other – but as far as having a real fear I can’t get over, I don’t usually mention those in books. (Hey, as the writer, I think it’s a perk of the job to make stories come out the way you want them to – which is a brave heroine who saves the day!)

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? That happened a lot more years ago than it does now. I think I’ve really reached a point in my life where I decide what’s the priority and then am lucky that I can work my life around that priority. This year, with THREE novels (that is not a typo) in production and ready for publication this fall, the juggling act is at a premium – trying to finish and support all 3 has been ridiculously hard. I sleep a lot less, do a lot more writing and editing a lot faster than I ever thought I could, and since this time missing deadlines has critical consequences, I don’t dare fall behind. Fortunately my kids are a lot older and don’t mind a lot of meals at MacDonald’s!

Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? If I were to switch places with Amanda from STEALING FIRE, I suspect a crucial scene in the story, where she’s being rejected by the love of her life who’s trying to do ‘the right thing’, would be very different. Instead of being hurt and feeling horrible, at this point in my life I’m a lot more secure about who I am. I’d  probably confront him and say, “Listen, dude, we both know you’ll never feel like this again about a woman. How can you be so stupid as to let me go?” Let’s face it, when you get older you realize there’s no point in not speaking up, and you also realize you’re likelier to be respected if you do. Not sure how he would react in the scene – but I’ll bet there’d be some serious laughter involved (and then possibly some even more serious lovemaking!)

Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. Right now I’m writing mostly at my kitchen table, which at least gives me a balanced surface but isn’t always comfortable. During Nanowrimo one year, I discovered that I actually enjoyed taking my laptop into bed with me, and it was quite easy to balance it on my knees and get a lot of work done. Having learned that, I suspect I’ll go back to it at some point; I can write in pajamas, support my back and not be bothered, because everyone thought I was still asleep – hah!

I don’t usually eat while I’m writing, because it’s just too distracting enjoying a meal while you’re trying to come up with clues for your murder. And if the murder is interesting enough, honestly, I don’t get hungry. I do, however, admit to drinking a lot more Diet Pepsi than is good for me (decaffeinated, at least). I get thirsty after several hours at the desk.

One of my few healthy habits is to make time for exercise whenever possible – either before I start my writing day or taking some time off in the middle for a walk or a short exercise or dance tape. It helps get the blood flowing again!

Writing inspirations? Anything can inspire me, but probably the most inspiring is re-reading my favorite authors. I’m one of those readers who reads the same book again and again, and I really can’t understand people who enjoy a book once and think they’re finished with it. Seriously? Don’t you know how much more you get out of it a second, third, twelfth, hundredth time? (Yes, I have read books a hundred times.)  I get wonderful ideas from them about how to structure a book (Leo Rosten in CAPTAIN NEWMAN, M.D. interspersed very serious and sad chapters with very funny ones – I thought that was a great idea and noted it down to try myself), how to write simple, highly readable prose (try any Dick Francis mystery), how to tell a true story warmly and movingly (KAREN and WITH LOVE FROM KAREN). Max Allan Collins is particularly inspiring – and irritating – no one should be that prolific! – but I love his historic research and love how he takes an historic event and turns it into superlative fiction. (However, when he described Walter Gibbs, who wrote THE SHADOW novels, which became the famous radio show with Orson Welles, and he said that Gibbs had written something like twelve 50,000-word novels in the first 10 months of 1938, I almost busted a gut!

You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? It would have to be Dick Francis, and the question would be, “How’s life in heaven?” since he’s no longer with us. Okay, I’m kidding. I know I’d ask a question about his career as a jockey – he almost won the Grand National in 1956 until his horse, Devon Loch, fell on the straight just a few hundred yards from the finish. Totally inexplicable. I’d love to know his thoughts about that, and since he went on to have a tremendous career as a novelist, I’d like to ask if he thought that disappointment with Devon Loch might have given him that much more impetus to succeed as a novelist. (I have a theory that being really disappointed in one area of your career can give you that kind of impetus to try again.) I think most of us, if we love an author, are convinced he/she knows everything about how to write brilliantly all the time and would reveal it if asked nicely, but in my experience, most writers who can pull off magical writing aren’t always sure how they do it. The same, I hear, with actors.

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. Probably the most annoying thing I do with friends that you might consider writer-like is to quote favorite lines from movies or books at what I feel are appropriate times in the conversation (ie, when the talk seems to be moving in that direction). It’s embarrassing that while my short-term memory seems fried, the movies I’ve seen many times – or books I’ve read many times – are stuck in the old cranium, and reminders of them pop out at the worst moments! What’s even worse is if you have a great, appropriate line but it takes a long time to set up. By the time you get to the punch line, your friends are looking at you cross-eyed!

Danita, this was so much fun! Thanks for having me!

 

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Blurb:  

“How do you recognize your soulmate?

In glittery 1980’s Los Angeles, Beau Kellogg is a brilliant Broadway lyricist now writing advertising jingles and yearning for one more hit to compensate for his miserable marriage and disappointing life.

Amanda Harary, a young singer out of synch with her contemporaries, works at a small New York hotel, while she dreams of singing on Broadway.

When they meet late at night over the hotel switchboard, what begins will bring them each unexpected success, untold joy, and piercing heartache … until they learn that some connections, however improbable, are meant to last forever.

STEALING FIRE is, at its heart, a story for romantics everywhere, who believe in the transformative power of love.”

STEALING FIRE was a Quarter-Finalist (Top 5%) in the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.

 

Excerpt:

Oh, God, it was him, the bastard who had upset the switchboard operators and bellowed through the lobby loudly enough to alert all five boroughs. At three o’clock in the morning, asking for room service. Unbelievable.

Amanda leaned back in her chair. Her stomach was tightening inexplicably. “I’m sorry,” she said finally, when she could control her voice. “Room Service closes at midnight.”

There was a pause. “Oh. What time is it now?”

She looked at her watch. “Ten after three.”

“Then whom am I speaking to?”

“I’m the night operator.  This is the main switchboard.”

“Well, main switchboard, you must all sound alike down there. I could swear I talked to you earlier tonight.”

Well, how about that. “You’ve got a good ear, 704. I was on duty earlier.”

“Good Lord. How long are the shifts around here?”

“Eight hours for everybody else. I’m working a double today.”

“Why?”

“Maybe I just love it here.”

“I guess you do. But I hope you’re well compensated.”

Trust a man to think of money first. “That’s not my major concern.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Okay, enough’s enough.  It’s been a long day, made even longer by him. No reason to shoot the breeze with this guy. “Excuse me, I have other callers. Sorry I couldn’t help you.”

“Well, better luck with them.”

“Look, if you’d called earlier—”

“Absolutely. My fault entirely, for falling asleep after a cross-country flight, a time change and a screw-up in hotel administration. Forget I even mentioned it.” The phone clicked in her ear.

She sat for some moments before she noticed she was trembling. This was the second time he’d undermined her—and it bothered her.

 

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Author Information:

Susan Sloate is the author of 20 published books, including FORWARD TO CAMELOT (with Kevin Finn), an alternative history of the JFK assassination, STEALING FIRE, an autobiographical love story, and REALIZING YOU (with Ron Doades), for which she invented a new genre – the self-help novel.  FORWARD TO CAMELOT was a #6 Amazon bestseller, took honors in 3 literary competitions and was optioned for film production by a Hollywood company. STEALING FIRE was a quarter-finalist in the 2012 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest. Susan has also written young-adult fiction and non-fiction, including RAY CHARLES: FIND ANOTHER WAY!, which won a silver medal in the 2007 Children’s Moonbeam Book Awards, AMELIA EARHART: CHALLENGING THE SKIES, a perennial Amazon bestseller, and MYSTERIES UNWRAPPED: THE SECRETS OF ALCATRAZ, which led to her appearance on a special for The History Channel in 2009, as well as books for five girls’ fiction series. As a screenwriter, she has written an informational film for McGraw-Hill Films and optioned two scripts to Hollywood production companies. As a sportswriter, she’s covered the Los Angeles Dodgers, the Pittsburgh Pirates and the New York Mets. She’s also managed two recent political campaigns, founded the East Cooper Authors Festival (which put 18 professional authors in 17 area schools in one day) and serves on the Culture, Arts and Pride Commission of the Town of Mount Pleasant.

Paranormal Romance Love Entwined on It’s Raining Books

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I am celebrating the release of Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2 and tour continues! Enter my giveaway and you could win a $10 Amazon gift card. The grand prize is a $25 Amazon gift card.

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Jewel wars. The blood will tell…

Now that the man had infiltrated the real world, left her apartment and come out in the light of day, it was clear she had been dreaming. This man had a name, a very well-known name, and a life. He had been born to a jewel dynasty. He was not a phantom.