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Dangerous Pursuit

Margaret Daley

 

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Blurb:  Reading about danger never prepared Samantha Prince for the desperate phone call from her brother in Brazil that sent her from the safety of her New Orleans bookstore into the rugged, inhospitable Amazon in search of him and a hidden treasure. And reading about romance never prepared Samantha to resist the mysterious appeal of Brock Slader, a guide she hired to help her in her quest.

 

Alone with Brock in an alien world of orchids and anacondas, primitive headhunters and very up-to-date gunmen, she struggles to keep their relationship strictly business. Will Samantha survive the dangers in the jungle only to have her heart broken by a man who lives on the edge—no strings attached?

 

Dangerous Pursuit is the first book in The Protectors Series

Coming Soon Dangerous Interlude and Dangerous Paradise

 

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Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk? Cotton

2.  Champagne/beer/wine? Wine-red

3.  Plotter/pantser? In the middle between the two but I lean a little more to the pantser side

4.  Describe your workspace: The walls are painted hot pink with white trim. I have six bookcases (full of thousands of books) in my office as well as a couch where I usually write on my laptop. I have a desk and file cabinet. My husband started framing my books years ago so they are hanging on the walls. I also have a lot of flamingo items all over the office.

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it? Mostly tolerate it, although there are a few teams I keep up with.

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?  I mostly read suspense/adventures and those writer have been my biggest influence, especially at how I structure a story.

7.  Favorite food – Pecan pie with vanilla ice cream

8.  When did you start writing? In 1978—I’ve seen the writing and publishing industry go through a lot of cycles.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Six months in the mountains and six months on a beach. I love both mountains and beaches.

10.  What’s next for you? I’m currently working on a novella tied to my Guardians, Inc. Series (about female bodyguards for Love Inspired Suspense). This novella will come out in March in an Inspy Kisses collection with five other authors.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One from Dangerous Pursuit by Margaret Daley

As Samantha Prince leaned forward to straighten the books on a lower shelf, her long braid fell across her shoulder. Impatiently she flipped it back, considering again whether she should cut it short. Some people called her hair-color auburn; she called it red. Fiery-haired auburns were the heroines in the romance books she read. The color did not describe her.

“Samantha, what do you think of this book? I’m going out of town again and need something to keep me warm at night,” a stylish businesswoman in her forties said.

“A very good mystery, Mrs. Carson, but I wasn’t impressed with the main character. Not enough backbone to get out of all the scrapes he and the heroine got into.”

“It sounds like more adventure than mystery. Once I start a good adventure I can’t put it down and end up reading through the night. All those cliff-hangers, you know.” Mrs. Carson scanned another book from a display near the checkout counter.

Samantha smiled to herself. Mrs. Carson always came into her bookstore right before a business trip and went through almost every book on the shelves, looking for just the right one that was a great story but wouldn’t keep her up past midnight. Samantha had never found a novel with both ingredients, and she read at least half the books that came through her store. It was her favorite pastime, to lose herself in the lives of the characters and imagine herself doing things that she would never do in her real life.

“Maybe I should try a romance this time,” Mrs. Carson continued, shifting her attention to another section. “The last mystery I read had me waking up every time I heard anything. And you know in a hotel how many sounds you can hear.”

Actually, she didn’t. She had never been anywhere, unless she counted visiting Aunt Lou. She had planned a trip to Europe two summers before but had to cancel it. She was beginning to believe her lack of travel experience was a crime at the age of thirty.

“A good love story,” Samantha said, indicating the book Mrs. Carson picked up. “That ought to keep you warm at night. It’s very hot.”

She waved her hand to show just how hot the book was. While Mrs. Carson examined both books again, Samantha glanced around at the rows of bookshelves. After three years her business was doing very well—at least well enough for her to afford a vacation. Maybe she’d go to some exotic place, she thought as Mrs. Carson decided to buy both the romance and the mystery.

When Mrs. Carson left the Purple Ink, the noise of New Orleans traffic and a blast of cold air rushed into the shop. Samantha shivered and pulled the front of her brown sweater more securely across her chest. Somewhere exotic and warm, she amended. In her mind the only good thing to come from cold weather was curling up in bed under layers of wool blankets with a great book to read while sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows in it.

Tonight, she vowed as she began to finish restocking the shelves of the adventure section. Pausing to examine a cover on one book, she was instantly reminded of her younger brother, Mark, who traveled the world, going from one adventure to the next while she remained in New Orleans, working day after day to make Purple Ink a success. The biggest adventure Samantha ever encountered was the rush hour traffic on Interstate 10.

Sighing heavily, she completed her task and noted it was time to close up for the day. Standing, she stretched to ease the ache in her lower back. It was time to start exercising again. The holiday season had been busy, and she got out of the routine once Thanksgiving had passed. Now it was the first of February, and she had ignored her better sense and found excuse after excuse not to get back to it. Though exercising would never head her list of favorite things to do, she promised herself to sign up for a new aerobics class. Soon. Maybe in a month or so.

“Samantha, I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at nine thirty,” Nell, Samantha’s assistant, said as she gathered up her purse and coat.

“Don’t forget we have to start the inventory tomorrow. Can you stay late?”

“Yes.”

“I have everything lined up, so it shouldn’t take as long as last year.”

Nell shook her head. “You are the most organized human being I’ve ever met. If I know you, you’ll have devised a way to cut our time nearly in half.”

“Oh, at least. Why else invest in a computer?” Samantha laughed and waved her friend on.

Nell was always teasing Samantha about how neat and orderly she was. But she had practically raised her younger brother while her mother had worked to support them. As a teenager she had juggled school, part-time work, and housework. It hadn’t been easy, but her mother and younger brother had depended on her, so she had learned to be organized the hard way.

Samantha went through the same routine to close her shop as she had done ever since she had bought it. After one final survey of her store, she went out the back door to her car.

Mark always laughed about her and her routines, but they gave her a sense of security and stability that was important to her. Neither she nor Mark, as children, nor their mother, had had much of either. It didn’t seem to bother her brother, but it did bother her.

When she finally arrived at her house after grocery shopping, exhaustion from a long day gripped her. She picked up the bag of food and was planning her dinner as she stepped into her house. The phone was ringing, and she nearly dropped the bag as she rushed to pick up the receiver.

“Hello, Samantha Prince speaking.”

“Sam! You’re home finally. Why isn’t your cell working?” Her brother’s voice was faint, but he sounded frantic.

“Mark, what’s wrong? Where in the world are you?” Samantha set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and dug in her purse for her cell phone. She’d left it on silent, something she did often.

“Manaus.”

The long distance connection wasn’t a good one, and Samantha had to strain to hear his answer. “The Amazon?”

“Yes.”

“The last I heard you were in Rio. Why are you there?” She had read plenty of books set in the jungle and couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to go there.

“It’s a long story. I don’t have the time to go into it.”

The tone of her brother’s voice, laced with impatience, alarmed Samantha. Tiny prickles of fear rose on the nape of her neck. “Why did you call?” She forced her voice to remain calm while her grip tightened on the receiver. He was her only close relative, their mother having died four years before. Though they didn’t see each other a lot, she loved him very much and their relationship was a good one.

“I need a thousand dollars to get out of here. I needed it yesterday. Can you send me the money?” Mark’s voice faded in and out.

“You said you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes, Sis. Fast.”

There was no mistaking the desperation in his answer. The tingles of fear quickly spread down her body. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” As a child she had rescued her brother from a few situations. He had always been daring; there was a bold recklessness about him that was very appealing, yet dangerous too. They were like night and day.

He laughed, but there was no amusement in the sound. “You could say that. I have someone who would like to get his hands on me. Can you wire it, Sis?”

  “Yes, of course. But I can’t do anything until tomorrow morning. Everything is closed.” 

He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, then said in a clear voice, “I’ll try to make—wait for it.” 

“Where are you staying?”

“The Grand Hotel. It doesn’t live up to its name, but it’s all I could afford.”

“Can I send it to you there?”

“No! I’ll have to pick it up at the bank. It’s safer. I can’t trust anyone.”

Samantha shuddered. “Safer? Mark, please tell me what’s going on.”

Static crackled over the line, and Samantha placed her hand over her other ear as if that would help her hear him better.

“If anything happens to me, Sam, there’s something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church. Got that?”

“Yes, but—”

There was the sound of male voices in the background, then Mark said quickly, “Got to go. Love you.”

The phone went dead.

Samantha collapsed into a chair, her whole body trembling. She thought about pinching herself; surely she had dreamed the telephone conversation. But the fear and sense of urgency reminded her of the reality of the phone call, and she was chilled with dread.

Something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church?

What? How was Mark involved? Was it something illegal? Why was he running scared? And from whom? Her mind felt as if it would explode from all the unanswered questions bombarding her.

A thousand dollars! That would wipe out most of her savings for her vacation, but if Mark was in trouble, Samantha would sell her house and her bookstore if she had to.

If Mark was in trouble. From the sound of his voice he was in trouble. She knew she would be at the bank first thing in the morning.

* * *

Samantha stood frozen, holding her check for one thousand dollars in both hands. Mark hadn’t picked it up. It was hard for her to believe that her money had been returned that morning. But if he was going to pick it up, Mark would have in a week’s time.

Her hands began to shake, and she almost dropped the check. What or who had prevented her brother from getting the money?

The questions she had been avoiding all morning invaded her thoughts, and she sank into her desk chair in the back of her bookstore.

“What should I do?” she asked the silent walls.

Call! She’d call him at the Grand Hotel in Manaus. Maybe he was still there and didn’t need the money anymore and that was why he hadn’t picked it up. Maybe everything was fine now. Maybe the moon really was made of cheese.

Apprehensive about what she would find out, Samantha placed an international call to Brazil. When the man who answered at the hotel couldn’t speak English, she was at a loss.

“May I speak with Senor Prince?” Samantha spoke very slowly and in a loud voice, as if that would make things clear. She had never been good at learning foreign languages and envied her brother, who knew five fluently.

The stream of words that followed was unintelligible. Frustrated, Samantha finally hung up, concluding there was no Senor Prince at the Grand Hotel. Next she put a call through to Mark’s apartment in Rio and prayed that her brother would answer. On the twentieth ring she gave up and slammed the phone down, even more frustrated than before. Her fear returned in full force.

For five minutes she stared at the check, her mind churning with possible courses of action. Suddenly she turned to her laptop and punched in an address. Five minutes later she’d booked a flight to Rio.

She would go to Mark’s place in Rio and find out what she could about his whereabouts. Since he was no longer at the hotel in Manaus, maybe he had returned to Rio and wasn’t in his apartment at the moment. She would keep calling until she had to leave the next morning. She prayed she was panicking for no reason.

Thirty minutes later she was on her way home to pack for Brazil, having left a stunned Nell behind to run the bookstore. When she had thought about a vacation in a warm, exotic place last week, this wasn’t how she had envisioned planning it. Samantha had imagined herself going to a travel agent and getting plenty of brochures on different tropical locales. Then she would have gone home, spread them all out on her kitchen table, and slowly read through each one until she had narrowed her selection down to one. Everything would have been done in an orderly, slow fashion. Wasn’t part of the joy of a vacation the anticipation beforehand?

While sitting at a stoplight, her conversation with Nell returned to Samantha’s mind.

“I can’t believe you’re dropping everything to go to Brazil to look for your brother! This isn’t you. You don’t do things like this,” Nell had said.

“My brother doesn’t disappear like this either. I can’t sit here and wonder what’s happened to him. I’ve got to find out. I can’t get any answers over the phone.”

“So you’re flying thousands of miles to get some answers?”

“Do you know of a better way?”

Nell had shaken her head. “Don’t worry about the shop. I’ll take care of it. If your brother calls, what should I tell him?”

“Find out where he is and tell him to stay put. I’ll check in with you every few days.” Horns blared behind Samantha, and she realized she was sitting at a green light with angry motorists waiting on her. Embarrassed, she gunned her engine and sped forward.

She welcomed the familiarity of her small house, and before attempting to pack, she fixed herself a cup of hot tea and sat down at the kitchen table to organize what she had to do in the next twelve hours before she left for Rio.

Passport. Thank goodness she had one from that aborted trip to Europe.

Clothes? What kind of clothes should she take to Rio? Wasn’t it summer there? Clothing for a hot, humid environment. A couple of sundresses. Maybe a pair or two of shorts. A bathing suit. Sandals.

The last thing Samantha put on her list of necessities was the latest book she was reading, Jungle Fever. It was part of a shipment that had arrived at the store the previous day. Samantha had been drawn to the title because of Mark, but now she could hardly put it down. It was an engrossing tale of adventure and intrigue by a new author whom Samantha thought would go far. She had gotten to the part where the hero had just rescued the heroine from a tribe of headhunters and they were fleeing for their lives.

With her list completed, she began packing and finished at eleven. After showering and getting ready for bed, she tried to sleep, but her mind danced with images of her brother, herself, and his unknown enemy. She sat up in bed, switched on the light, and started reading the next chapter of her book.

Harper swung the machete, striking the thick undergrowth over and over. The swish of the blade filled the jungle stillness with the urgency of their escape. Diana clung to Harper’s hand, glancing constantly over her shoulders as they raced through the jungle. She could hear the Indians behind her. She could imagine their savage faces as the headhunters followed, so sure she and Harper would be caught. This was the headhunters’ territory. They ruled it as they had for hundreds of years: by fear.

Samantha was immediately whisked into another world and didn’t put the novel down until she couldn’t keep her eyelids open another minute. She glanced at her bedside clock and gasped. It was three in the morning. She had to leave at seven!

Sleep finally descended, but it was a restless sleep, saturated with pictures of painted Indians with lip discs and spears tipped in poison. Samantha tossed and turned, visualizing herself as Diana as she last read about her: standing at the top of a waterfall with a rushing river in front of her and the headhunters in back. Either way Diana went appeared to be instant death.

Cold reality returned the next morning as Samantha hurried to make her flight to Rio via Miami. She wasn’t able to catch her breath until the plane was in the air and the meal was being served.

Then the idea of what she was doing struck her with a powerful impact. She was flying down to Rio with one day’s notice, trying to locate her brother in one of the largest countries in the world. She wasn’t a detective and really knew nothing, other than what she had read, about what a detective did to find a missing person.

What was happening to the sensible, logical woman she was?

That question returned to plague her in Rio as she waited while her brother’s neighbor, whom Mark had said always had his spare key, let her into Mark’s place. Before her lay the wreckage of a once presentable bachelor’s apartment.

Everything was torn or shattered, nothing left untouched. Someone had searched this place very thoroughly, and she knew it was connected with Mark’s mysterious phone call the week before.

Samantha moved slowly into her brother’s apartment. Suddenly she knew the fear Diana felt looking down at the rushing river. And Samantha knew what she had to do next: go to the Amazon to Manaus.

 

Author Bio:1-Margaret Daley photo-jpg

Margaret Daley, an award-winning author of eighty-five books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret visit her website, Twitter at and Facebook.

 

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Debut Novel – Designs of Desire by Tempeste O’Riley-Giveaway/Excerpt/Interview

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Designs of Desire

by Tempeste O’Riley

M/M Erotic BDSM/Kink Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: July 29th 2013

Length: Novel / 200 pages

 

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Description:

Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.

As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.

James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?

Excerpt 1

667, 668, 669….

A file slapped the desk in front of James, distracting him from his attempt at counting the dots in the ceiling tiles above him.

“I know you’re busy and all,” Brian said, his usual sneer in place. “But do you think you’ll have time to help a new client?” The man just lived to give him a hard time.

James took a deep breath. He desperately hoped his hatred of the man towering over him didn’t show. James Knew open displays of boredom pissed Brian off, but James hadn’t had a prospective or existing client call in two days. He’d finished his purchasing reports, sent the work orders and e-mail. All calls done. What else was he supposed to do?

“Sure, Brian. Let me see what we’ve got, and I’ll head right out,” James replied. He tried to sound upbeat. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job; he did. But Brian hated him, and he always got the leftovers—usually clients the other designers did not want for one reason or another.

“I’m sure this one’s right up your—” Cough. “—alley,” Brian finished with a snicker.

James never figured out how someone so hateful and narrow-minded as Brian stood working in their field, much less kept his job. In James’s opinion, art, even corporate branding and design, should attract people with a bit more open-mindedness. He had a few ideas on the latter but kept his opinions, and gutter-mind, to himself.

Forcing a smile across his face as he opened the folder in front of him, James called out to Brian’s retreating form, “No worries, boss.”

Brian paused and turned to look over his shoulder and with a nasty smile added, “Oh, and the guy’ll be here in about ten minutes. Don’t screw up.”

Ten minutes? Seriously?

He started to peruse the new client information, pleased that at least the file seemed to be complete—charts, images, budget, etc.—and his phone rang. He answered on the second ring. “Good morning, James Bryant speaking.”

“Ah, Jamie, got the file yet? ’Cuz let me tell you, this one’s something else,” came the disembodied voice of his best friend and co-worker, Chase Manning. “He’s not like most of the scraps Brian-the-dick tosses you.”

“I’m sure I can handle whatever he sends my way. The clients aren’t usually as difficult as Brian and the others make them seem. They just don’t want to deal with high maintenance or quirky. Which, when you consider the job, makes no sense. But—”

“Jamie, dear,” Chase said, cutting him off. “That’s not it at all. This guy’s hot, and I mean H-O-T, hot. He’s waiting for you already and man, I so wish I had your job today,” he practically squealed. “So hurry up and get your sexy ass down here. Now.”

“Shh…. Don’t be so loud. The last thing I need is you to offend a new client. Now, go back to work and let me read over the file, would ya?” He shook his head and clicked off his Bluetooth. James glanced over the information for his new client. Seth Burns? Carl, their senior manager, had been trying to get Mr. Burns of Carrington Enterprises as a client for years. Wonder what he’s looking for and how this project slipped past Brian to me?

Setting it aside, James pulled out his messenger bag and loaded it with the folder. He already had all his staples in there: pens, pencils, a notebook or two, and a couple of sketch pads. He carefully hung it across his neck and shoulder so the bag wouldn’t slip. He preferred his backpack, but his boss frowned on “casual.” James gathered his forearm crutches, the plain black ones he only used for work, and he began the arduous task of getting up before he slipped his arms through the cuffs.

Once satisfied he wasn’t forgetting anything, James slung himself down the hall to the elevator, where he waited. He hated standing there, given Brian’s office faced the hall.

When James reached the main floor, Chase seemed to vibrate as he waited for him. His face reminded James of a child at Disney World instead of the twenty-five-year-old man he actually was.

“Do you want to meet with him down here in one of the conference rooms?” Chase pleaded, batting his eyes for full effect. He knew better than to act like that, but, oh well.

“Relax, Chase,” James said with a smile. Chase, his sometimes assistant and best friend, always worried about James walking too much, but then he never managed to understand the idea of limitations versus inability. James could walk, though he couldn’t walk far or carry much of anything. He simply needed his crutches. Limitations James loathed but had learned to accept.

“I just hate you traipsing up and down the halls. I wish—”

“Don’t,” James snapped harder than he’d meant to. “Sorry. You know I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big boy and can manage fine. Now, go back to your desk and do your job so I can do mine.”

With a huff, Chase flounced back to his desk. “Fine,” he called over his shoulder. “Be that way.”

James ignored him and pushed on, maneuvering himself around to reception to meet his new client.

5 Random Q -n- A’s with James Bryant

Yesterday we cornered Seth over at Tali’s blog, but today we have a little “mini” Q-n-A with James Bryant, one of the MC’s of Designs of Desire, by Tempeste O’Riley. I hope you enjoy getting a peek inside James’s head. Don’t forget to check out the book and giveaway below.

Which living person do you most admire?

Hmm… Depending on the day I’d waffle between answering Chase or Seth. Chase is my bff and one of the strongest men I’ve ever known, though he argues with me when I say things like that to him. Seth is my love, and very powerful in and out of the bedroom, plus he’s infinitely patient and caring.

What do you most value in your friends?

That would be a toss up between loyalty and compassion. I could never be close to anyone that didn’t inherently possess both.

What is your favorite body part?

Oh, hands! Hands show what kind of person a man is. Is he strong, powerful, does he work with his hands or in an office (both are good, depending on he person), and of course… how would they feel?

What is your idea of the perfect evening?

Any evening I get to spend with Seth. I’m torn between staying in, curled up together or going out some place. Both are wonderful, when with Seth, as he makes me feel like the center of his world and heart.

What do you consider your greatest life moment?

My first gallery show is one of the highlights of my life. Though, what happens near the end of that show is my most precious memory now. I am still in awe of both events and the fact they happened together makes that night my greatest singular time in my life.

About the Author: 

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud member of Romance Writers of America® and Rainbow Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.

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I could lick that torso.  Just saying...

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Day Seven – REDNECK ROMEO RELEASE PARTY
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The Future of the ROUGH RIDERS

Slick from Guilty Pleasures: Since I just finished reading Redneck Romeo about the last McKay man standing, Dalton, I have to ask who will be the focus of book 16 and is that truly the end? Because I have to tell you having Ky driving and into girls is going to open up a whole can of worms about when the kid’s stories are going to be told.

No fun, I know, but no comment on Rough Riders book 16 yet…I’ll clue you all in a bit further down the road. I get a bajillion questions about why I’m ending the Rough Riders series at book 16. And yes, I could probably write a second generation of McKays (Love Love Love my readers but you guys are driving me insane with the “When will you write Boone and Sierra’s book?! Crazy rabid fans, I keep threatening that if you keep nagging me it’ll be…never — ha ha, yet I’d never do that because I want to know what happens too!) but I’ve always considered this series a western saga that DOES have an end. I’ve been fortunate that I’ve been allowed to write the books how I want, at the pace I want, with the subject matter I want–all with 100% publisher support. That is rare. Since the books have such a great following, there is that mindset to continue to “cash in” on the popularity of the series and characters. But I won’t do that because at what point do the new books just become a rehash of the older books? I’d much rather end the series on a high note, at the height of popularity than wait until the series might be considered “tired” and I start to lose readers. Plus, I have lots of ideas, situations, characters and areas to explore in other fictional worlds. I hope readers come along for the ride.

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Redneck Romeo by Lorelei James – Day Five Author Interview

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Day Five – REDNECK ROMEO RELEASE PARTY
Lorelei James is celebrating the release of REDNECK ROMEO with a SEVEN day party. SEVEN great giveaways, SEVEN different posts. Stop by all the amazing blogs participating in the party to increase your chances to win!!! Each blog will post a special REDNECK ROMEO post all seven days (no weekend posts)

Prize List:

1) Redneck Romeo charm bracelet

2) Kindle fire

3) Basket of goodies, including a McKay brand fleece blanket and other McKay branded stuff and conference trinkets

4) Full set of signed Rough Riders books

5) 1 of a kind handmade small Western purse

6) Arc of TURN AND BURN

7) $100 gift card to amazon.com

I could lick that torso.  Just saying...

I could lick that torso. Just saying…

Interview (Slick from Guilty Pleasures conducted the interview)

Hey Lorelei…I bet after last weekend at RAGT you thought you’d be off the hook with questions from me and my oh so nosey husband, huh? But because, I know some people out there might be interested in knowing some of the things he asked you the first two questions are from him and I left out the insanely personal ones he asked!

Slick’s hubster: If you could spend one night with one of the McKay’s which one would it be and why?

Any of the McKays? Hmm…asking the tough questions right off the bat, but today I’d have to say…Bennett McKay.

Slick’s hubster: Have you even considered writing a woman that turns the tables on one of your dominate men? One that looks at the man when he’s being demanding and says, “yeah right, how about you do that and then we’ll talk.”

I haven’t considered that for the Rough Riders series, but my new series–The Surrender Series–which debuts early next year–has more possibilities for that type of scenario since the books feature bondage and a sex club with Dominants and submissives. Then there’s always the Rawhide Club, from COWBOY CASANOVA. I’ve gotten tons of questions on whether I’d be interested in turning that concept into a series.

Slick: You probably figured I’d ask this one since we’ve conversed about it many times, when the hell am I going to get my story about Ramona and the rest of the West side?

Well, you’re in luck, you heard it here first! DR. FEELGOOD, Doc Monroe, Chet and Remy West’s story in the Wild West Boys series is scheduled to release in December 2013!

Slick: If you could take two months off and do anything you wanted to and go anywhere you wanted and money was no object, what would you do and why?
I would visit all the islands in the Caribbean and just chill out. Recharge my batteries and sun and sand and water always does it for me.

Slick: Thanks L for being a good sport, for creating this wonderful family we all love, and for being you, because I have to say you are pretty damn awesome!
Aw, thanks!

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Then, Again by Karen Stivali – Interview/Giveaway

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Prize Information:

Karen is giving away a grand prize, Winner’s choice of back list books at each stop (digital only, so open internationally).  Grand prize for tour–$20 GC to winner’s choice of B&N or Amazon.Winners will be selected by Rafflecopter.  Rafflecopter and tour links are at the bottom of the post.  Good luck!

Blurb

Sometimes you have to lose it all to find what you really need.

Photographer Kay Turner is dealt a double whammy when she flies home for her grandmother’s funeral to find her boyfriend with another woman. Now with two losses to mourn, she retreats to her newly inherited beach house to clear her head.

Everything at the beach is familiar: the sounds of the ocean, the scent of her grandmother’s perfume—and the irresistible smile of James Margolis. The man Kay spent her adolescence pining for is every bit as charming as she remembers.

James always thought of Kay as “a nice kid”, but he feels something very different for the woman she’s become. Especially when he asks if she’d be willing to part with some of her grandmother’s recipes for his new restaurant—and they wind up sharing much more than culinary secrets.

But as their relationship deepens, Kay finds herself caught between the demands of her dream career as a travel photographer, and a chance for happiness with the one man she’s wanted for a lifetime.

Karen answers a few questions:

Are you a foodie yourself?

Absolutely. Food has always played a significant part of my life. Growing up in a half Jewish half Italian household it was impossible to avoid it. And who would want to? Food is awesome.  Even as  a child I was an adventurous eater so I always wanted to taste everything. There are very few things I won’t try (I have a pretty intense insect phobia, so I’m not sure I could get myself to try eating bugs, but other than that…).

In addition to loving to eat, cooking is one of my favorite pastimes. I have cooked and baked as long as I can remember. Some of the earliest childhood photos of me involve a 3-year-old me standing on a chair mixing cake batter or flipping French toast. When I’m stressed out, baking calms me. Feeding people is genetically ingrained in me—I love it when people can sit around together and enjoy food I’ve prepared. It makes me happy.

I even plan vacations around food. When I’m researching a location for a trip one of the first things I do is read about the best local foods, the “hidden gem” restaurants, the “must-have” local treats. It’s my favorite part of traveling. I’ll even refer to past trips as “yeah, that was a great food vacation.”

I just love food.

How much research into food and the business did you have to do?

Almost none.  In addition to my lifelong love affair with food, I’ve worked at several restaurants and catering companies and even worked in the start-up crew of an upscale restaurant. I’ve always had strong connections to the food industry and I know a lot about the behind-the-scenes operation of restaurants. It was very easy for me to think of all the obstacles James would encounter while opening his restaurant. And I love menu planning. Love it. Trying new recipes. Thinking about what courses would pair well together. Coming up with new combinations.

*sigh* Now I’m  hungry.   I think I may have to go cook something…

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About Karen:

I write erotic romance (published by Ellora’s Cave) sexy women’s fiction (published by Turquoise Morning Press) and sensual contemporary romances (published by Samhain Publishing). I can also be found on twitter attempting witty banter.

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6/19/13

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6/20/13

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6/21/13

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Going After The Heart by Kristen Beairsto – Author Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt

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Giveaway Info:  Prize is 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of “Going After the Heart” from Kristen Beairsto. Contest is tour-wide and ends June 16. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter and tour schedule link is at the bottom of the post.  Good luck!

Going After the Heart

by Kristen Beairsto

Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Self/Indie

Release Date: December 18, 2012

Heat Level: Steamy

Length: 234 pages

 

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Description

Lizzy Bergstrum thought she finally reached a point in her life when she could honestly say she had it all.  A thriving writing career.  A wonderful daughter.  And a marriage to the love of her life.  But looks can apparently be deceiving because her husband just walked out on her and their eight year old daughter hates her.

Gavin Bergstrum can’t handle the direction his life has taken.  Not only did he get laid off from his job, but his wife seems to barely remember he exists.  Convinced he’s tried his best to change things, he begins to wrestle with the possibility of divorce.  But he can’t think straight in the same house as Lizzy.  Hating to leave his daughter, but needing time to think and come to terms with what he feels he needs to do, Gavin decides to return to his small home town in Oregon and stay at his family ranch with his father and brothers.

In shock, Lizzy gives Gavin his space.  But as time passes and he doesn’t say a word about their marriage, Lizzy decides it’s past time she takes matters into her own hands.  Without a word, she follows Gavin to Oregon.

Now facing a daughter who blames her for everything, an irritated husband, and a small town that feeds on the drama, Lizzy finds herself trying to figure out how to convince Gavin to give her another chance, teach her daughter it takes two to make a successful marriage, and overcome her own insecurities – all without compromising who she is.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Welcome Kristen! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

Thanks so much for having me!  I live in San Diego, California with my husband and our two young daughters.  When I’m not writing or reading, I’m usually spending time with family and friends or cheering for my favorite New York sports teams (go Yankees, Giants, Knicks, and Rangers!).  Harlie here…we named our son after Brian Leetch from the Rangers.  :)

Is Going After the Heart a single title, or part of a series?

It’s a single title, but I might take secondary characters from it and give them their own book in the future. J

What were your inspirations for the story?

I had a really bad dream one night about me and my husband in the future and I started writing down different parts about the dream that I could remember and before I knew it I had the beginning frame work for my story.

Please share your setting for Going After the Heart. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

It takes place in a small town called Selma, Oregon.  Yes, it’s a real place.  I did make some changes though to work with my story. ; )  (And no, none of the characters are modeled after real people.)   It’s my husband’s hometown and I lived in the bigger town next to it for about a year.  What I love the most about it is the peace and quiet and all the gorgeous scenery.

When did the writing bug first bite?

When I was in second or third grade, my class was given an assignment to write a quick story.  I got so in to it, I spent my recess and lunch writing it.  Then when I was eleven, I thought it would be fun to write a story I had in mind and it ended up becoming a full length novel.

Who are your favorite authors, book/series?

I have so many!  Jane Austen, Christina Dodd, Nora Roberts, Teresa Medeiros, and Carly Phillips are among my top favorites authors.

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

Oh, my goodness, the possibilities!  How big of a table is it?  I’d say at the least, the ladies I listed above along with Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov.

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

I don’t get much spare time, but I love crafts, all kinds.  Anything that lets me be creative I love.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

Hmmm, so many choices!! I think the strangest thing I’ve seen was a man driving on the freeway while shaving with a straight razor and shaving cream.  I’ve always wondered if he managed to avoid cutting himself.

Excerpt #3

Startled, Lizzy shot up into a sitting position.  She discovered Gavin standing on the other side of the glass door.  Belatedly, she recognized the relief at the fact he now stood fully clothed in jeans and a T-shirt.  Yes, wouldn’t do to be thinking about sex with the man at the moment.

 

She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand behind her.  Ten minutes to midnight.  Pushing herself up off the bed, she made her way over to the door and opened it.

“How the heck did you get up here?” Lizzy demanded without preamble.

This master bedroom lay on the second floor and the porch through which the slider led out to was a wraparound porch without access to the lower level.

Pushing past her inside the room without waiting for an invitation, “The old oak in the back is easy to climb and has a branch hanging low to step over to the porch railing.”

Lizzy gaped at him, crossing her arms and not bothering to close the door.  He would not be staying long if she had anything to do about it.

After striding into the room a couple of yards, he turned to face her.  “What?”

“Using the front door never occurred to you?”  She shook her head in disbelief.

Crossing his arms, his gaze narrowed.  “I didn’t want Sky to know I was here.”  He glanced over at the closed bedroom door.  Before she realized his intention, he strode over to it and flipped the lock.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, irritation rising easily at his high handedness and her exhaustion.

He turned back to her with a determined expression.  “I already said, I don’t want Sky to know I’m here.”

Rolling her eyes, a frustrated sigh slipped out.  “What do you want, Gavin?”  What’s so important it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

Crossing his arms again, he moved closer to her, she assumed so as to not risk Sky hearing their voices.  “Why are you here, Lizzy?  I talked to you and Sky yesterday and neither of you mentioned anything about coming here.”

Snorting, “You didn’t talk to me yesterday.  You asked me to pass the phone to Sky before I even finished saying hello when I picked up the receiver.  And Sky never said anything because she didn’t know anything about it until I woke her up this morning.”

“Damn it, Lizzy, I told you I’d come home after my head cleared some.  You had no right to come here,” he ground out.

“And how was I supposed to know how long that would be?  It’s been three months.  Three months.  What the hell was I supposed to tell Sky about when her father would be coming home?  You haven’t said one word to me in three months other than can I talk to Sky?  I have no idea what’s going on with you, Gavin, so what choice did I really have than to come here,” she tossed back at him, the anger from the last couple of months rising in her.

Gavin’s scowl turned lethal.  “Are you thinking you can come here and make everything magically better?”

At her wit’s end, Lizzy squeezed her eyes closed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and finger.  It was a toss up between who got to her more, her daughter or her husband.  Tired of all of it, Lizzy decided to not hold back.  Not that anyone would accuse her of holding back in the last five minutes, she thought sarcastically.

“You know what, Gavin, you lost the right to know what I was thinking the minute you decided it was better to walk out the door rather than try to take two minutes to just talk to me,” she told him evenly, too tired to hide the weariness that came out in the words.

Opening her eyes, she refused to feel guilty about the satisfaction she felt in seeing she stunned him with the statement.

“Go back to your father’s house, Gavin.  You’re not really interested in talking to me, only trying to blame me for ruining your solitude.  If you’re really interested in finding out why I came here, come talk to me when you’ve calmed down and are actually interested in listening to what I’m saying.”

With that, she went into the bathroom on the other side of the room, calmly closing the door behind her.  Gavin didn’t make any sounds in the other room, but when she came out, he was gone.

About the Author  kbeairsto-authorphoto

In between her to-be-read pile and trying to bring the characters in her head alive, Kristen spends as much time as she can with family and friends.  Much to her husband’s dismay, she enjoys collecting purses, shoes, and jewelry.  During those rare times she’s not working at her day job, rushing her daughters somewhere, watching movies with her husband, and trying to meet a deadline, she can usually be found energetically cheering for one of her favorite New York sports teams.

As with just about every other writer on the planet, Kristen grew up an avid reader.  She started with young adult before she technically hit the age range and moved on to sci-fi classics by Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury.  At fifteen, her best friend gave her a book she just had to read!  The book was Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts.  Always a sucker for a happy ending, she was a goner and fell in love with the romance genre.  Having started writing novel length stories at the age of eleven, Kristen’s stories all took a romantic turn from that point on.

Connect with Kristen Beairsto

Website: http://www.KristenBeairsto.com

Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/AuthorKristenBeairsto

Twitter: http://www.Twitter.com/AuthorKBeairsto

Goodreads: http://www.Goodreads.com/KBeairsto

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Stone Chameleon (An Ironhill Jinn Novel) by Jocelyn Adams – Interview/Excerpt

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Series:  Ironhill Jinn, book #1

Genre:  Urban Fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

Release Date:  May 24th, 2013

Keywords:  jinn, vampires, elves, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, mystery, suspense, humor, kelpies, elementals, paranormal.

Blurb:

When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

Author Interview:

About You:

So have you ever written under another name?

I’m actually attempting to juggle three pen names at the moment.  J  I write adult mainstream fiction under Jocelyn Adams, erotica under another name, and I’m in the process of writing two young adult novels under yet another name.  My muse has a mind of his own, and he likes a little variety in our creativity.

Do you have pieces of work that you think will never see light of day?

Oh yes, at least two completed novels – one young adult PNR and one erotic, and several other half completed ones that I’ve pillaged ideas and characters from to incorporate into stronger stories elsewhere.  It’s possible I might revisit one of my earliest works, but I have so many other ideas floating around, I doubt it.

About Your Book:

Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp?

My message is summed up nicely in the dedication which I’ll share with you:

For those brave enough to stand between prejudice and its victims,

who see beauty in the soul instead of the skin,

and who can walk among all races, creeds, orientations,

and religions and see only friends.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Earnest Hemmingway said it best:  “The hardest part of writing a novel is finishing it.”  The last ten chapters are always the most complicated as that’s where the weaving together of the storylines, and setting up for the next book if applicable, come into play.  I always drag my feet on those.  So satisfying to type THE END, though, which helps me push through.

Once we finish this book and fall in love with your characters, we are going to want the next book immediately.  What can you tell your readers to help calm their hunger for more?

For those who follow my work, they already know how cruel I am to my characters, so I’ll say only this…Isaac is going to make Lou’s life hell for a while, as well as tempt her in ways she never dreamed of.

About Writing in General:

Do you have a method for creating your characters, their names and what do you think makes them believable?

My characters often create themselves.  I begin a book with a general idea of who a character is, along with a name that usually just comes to me, and then let the character lead me where they want to go.  I bring them to life by putting them in the most horrendous situations I can imagine and letting them find their way out of it.  It’s worked out well so far.  J

When was the last time you wrote something you didn’t expect to write?

Just recently actually.  I’m writing a new adult PNR, and a scene that hadn’t so much as flitted through my mind was suddenly on the paper.  It was an odd experience for me, but the scene changed everything in the book.

Miscellaneous:

What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

There are those out there who like to be mean, and I put myself out there knowing my work wouldn’t be for everyone, so I honestly don’t look too hard at the negativity in the reviews.  My beta readers put me through my paces, and those criticisms I take and learn from to make myself better.

The best compliment I’ve ever received was:  “Bless you for not writing the easy ending.  I’ve been thinking about this story for days, so bravo to you.”  That particular story was a tragedy, and I knew not everyone would enjoy the bittersweet ending, but this reader got it, felt it, took it to heart as I meant them to.  That was enough to make the story worthwhile to write.

Fun Questions:

If you could have any automobile, which would you have?

I’d totally have a Porche 911 turbo if I had the money.  Sexy, goes like hell, and it’s all wheel drive.  On yeah. *shivers*

Wrap-Ups

Okay, so everyone has had a chance to see your awesomeness. Where can they go to snag their own copy of your novel?

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the Web. I really wish you the best of everything. But before you go…where can we follow you?

Thanks so much for the chat today, it was fun.  You can connect with me here:

Website  |  BlogFacebook  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads

Excerpt:

A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”

About the Author:joceadams

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

 

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Greater Treasures by Karina Fabian – Excerpt/Giveaway/Interview

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Blurb:  Being a private detective in the border town of the Faerie and Mundane worlds isn’t easy, even for a dragon like Vern.   Still, finding the wayward brother of a teary damsel in distress shouldn’t have gotten so dangerous.  When his partner, Sister Grace, gets poisoned by a dart meant for him, Vern offers to find an artifact in exchange for a cure.  However, this is no ordinary trinket—with a little magic power, it could control all of mankind.  Can Vern find the artifact, and will he sacrifice the fate of two worlds for the life of his best friend?

Keywords:  dragons, mystery, dragoneye, noir fantasy, lance of longinus, maltese falcon, dragon detectives, neo-nazis, racial prejudice, faerie creatures, conspiracy theories in fantasy, Karina Fabian

Pages: 130

ISBN-13: 978-1484848296

ISBN-10: 1484848292

ASIN B00CEH934G

Excerpt:

Given the day I was having, it came as no surprise that when I got home, I found the dogs sprawled in a drugged sleep and the sounds of things being overturned from within the warehouse. I decided not to bother with subtlety, but I did resist the urge to burst in with flames going full-blast. I had questions first.

Naturally, I walked straight in to find an automatic weapon—yep, a bona fide black-market AK-47—and I thought only Faerie lived their clichés—and six other weapons of various types pointed at me. I didn’t stop, just closed the door with my tail while I strolled in slow and placid-like. My visitors had shaved heads, faces painted white with clown paint, and black t-shirts with swastikas in white circles.

“If you’re the housekeeping service, you’re fired.”

“You stay right there, or we gonna fire you!” said one guy from the sidelines as he held his nunchucks at the ready.

What’d he think he would do—whack me on the nose? I turned to the one holding the assault rifle. “Scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one, weren’t you?”

“He’s right. You just stay still while we search the place.”

“The place” was a ten-thousand square foot warehouse with offices on the upper floor. Boxes I still hadn’t opened line the walls and made a maze in the second warehouse room. I settled myself on the floor and rested my head on my crossed arms. “Go ahead. I get half of anything you find.”

They stared at me, unbelieving. I smiled back. Mr. Cooperation, that’s me. Finally, Big Gun snarled for the others to get to work. As he turned his back on me, Nunchucks muttered, “I got your half. Don’t think I don’t.” Guess he learned such witty repartee in Hitler Youth Summer Camp.

I watched and listened and waited. With eight teenage skinheads trashing my place, it was only a matter of time.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” I suggested as Nunchucks made a grab for the doorknob to Grace’s workshop.

“You gonna stop me?” He turned the knob.

“Nope,” I said as I closed my ears and my eyes. Even so, I saw the otherworldly light and heard the harmonious roar of Divine Vengeance followed by Mundane screams.

“The Heavenly Host on the other hand…”

I waited until the screams died down to whimpers before opening my eyes and rising.

Four of the skinheads were unconscious. Three may as well have been; they were curled up in the fetal position, whimpering. Nunchucks was actually crying for his mommy. Big Guns had collapsed to the floor as well, the gun thrown away from him. He was sitting and rocking and making high-pitched keening through the roof of his mouth.

I’d tell Grace to tone down her wards some, except that the effect is directly proportional to the evilness of the intent. Suddenly, I was feeling a little shaky about my earlier entrance.

Knights out of the armor now. I went around, collecting weapons in the office trash can and poking through pockets. I found the usual stuff—driver’s licenses, credit cards, petty cash… One kid had a condom; wishful thinking on his part, I knew. Another had a report card. MLK High. Wonder if he was the one beating up Faerie kids? Honor roll grades, too. Of all the years I’ve battled evil, there were still some things I didn’t understand.

As I was returning Big Guns’ (aka Rick Matherston’s) wallet back into his jacket pocket, he blinked and focused on me.

“What was that?”

“Angels, kid.” Actually a kind of magical shadow of the real thing, but close enough.
“But I thought angels were—”

“There’s a reason why their first words are usually ‘Fear not!’ whenever they meet a human.”

His eyes returned to their unfocused stare. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I noticed the letters FARISLAR tattooed on his knuckles. Faerie slayer.

About Greater Treasures:  Most people associate the DragonEye stories with high humor ranging from puns to slapstick, and in fact, the first stories and the novels have certainly been crazy fun.  But the life of a cynical dragon PI isn’t all laughs, and Vern has had a few chilling stories to tell me.  Some of these, I’ve sold to anthologies, but some are too long for that.  Thus, I’ve decided to start publishing them on my own.

One thing I like to do for DragonEye stories is watch old noir films.  Greater Treasures came to me while watching the Maltese Falcon.  If you’ve never seen it, I recommend it.  (Then, reread the story to see if you catch the in jokes.)  I needed something with more “oomph” than a bird statue, and since Vern has some history with the Lance of Longinus, it made a good fit.  I enjoyed looking up all the conspiracy theories about the use of the Lance by Hitler, which is where the neo-Nazi angle came in.  To say more would be spoilers, so please, enjoy the story.

And if you do, be sure to check out Vern’s other tales at http://dragoneyepi.net.

Author interview

Welcome Karina!  Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

I am a writer of a large and growing imagination and a large but shrinking physique.  (I’m enrolled in circuit torture, er circuit training, five times week.  You can read about it each Wednesday at http://fabianspace.blogspot.com).  I write mostly science fiction and fantasy, plus some horror.  Some of my books are very funny, while others, like Greater Treasures, are more grim.  I love that my characters are so versatile, but find that they tell more stories than I can write down, which is a frustrating experience.

Is Greater Treasures a single title, or part of a series?

It’s part of a series, to use the term loosely.  I have two DragonEye novels and multiple DragonEye stories in various anthologies and magazines.  Vern is my most prolific character, and he tells me tales in every length from flash to novel.  Greater Treasures is a novelette or novella (depending on the definition you use).  It’s one of his more serious cases, although he can’t help being snarky in a very fun way.  Dragons have a terrible, wonderful superiority complex, and it shines through in his narration.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

For this one, The Maltese Falcon (the movie).  Vern is a noir-style private investigator, a Sam Spade of the fantasy world, so often I will turn to old noir films for inspiration.  Of course, the stakes are much higher than finding a bird statue.

 

Please share your setting for Greater Treasures. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Los Lagos, Colorado, is a small town in a valley in the Rocky Mountains, west and south of Canon City.  It’s completely made up, but I lived in southern Colorado most of my life, so I do know the general area.  The only connection between our world and the Faerie, the Interdimensional Gap, is located not far from town.  Caused by a combination of magical mishap on the Faerie side and nuclear explosion on our side, it has been both blessing and curse as the township has become the center of an influx of magical creatures and interdimensional trade.

When did the writing bug first bite?

Fourth or fifth grade, and I’ve been scratching it off and on ever since.

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

When I remember what spare time means, I’ll figure out a hobby to fill it.  However, this year, I decided to get serious about getting fit.  I was nearing 170 and running out of breath going up the stairs.  How pitiful is that?  There’s a gym on the way home from dropping the kids off at school—Biofit Bootcamp.  The instructor is a great guy who sets difficult but reasonable tasks and knows how to inspire without overpushing.  I go five times a week for an hour.  The routines change daily, so every muscle gets punished—er, worked on—each week.  I’ve only lost fifteen pounds because I don’t diet, but I’m toning up, which is what I really care about.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

In Metaponto, Italy, the ruins of the Pythagorean temple are coated in snails.  Thousands and thousands of snails.  You cannot walk without stepping on snails.  I always wanted to write a story about the inhabitants getting turned into snails.

Bio:karina106

  Winner of the 2010 INDIE for best Fantasy (Magic, Mensa and Mayhem), Karina Fabian has imagination that takes quirky twists that keep her–and her fans–amused. Nuns working in space, a down-and-out Faerie dragon working off a geas from St. George, zombie exterminators—there’s always a surprise in Fabian’s worlds. Mrs. Fabian teaches writing and book marketing seminars, but mostly is concerned with supporting her husband, Rob Fabian as he makes the exciting leap from military officer to civilian executive, getting her kids through high school and college, and surviving daily circuit torture…er, circuit training.  Read about her adventures at http://fabianspace.com.

 

Find Karina at:

Website: http://fabianspace.com, http://dragoneyepi.net

Blog:  http://fabianspace.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/karina.fabian

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/#!/KarinaFabian

Google +:  https://plus.google.com/103660024891826015212

EXTRAS FOR YOUR BLOG:

Outside Links: I’ve been told that if you link to outside articles, you increase your SEO.  Here’re some:

Lance of Longinus: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Lance

Maltese Falcon: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033870/

Live and Let Fly: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/live-and-let-fly.html

Magic, Mensa and Mayhem: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/magic-mensa-and-mayhem.html

 

Book tour link with all the stops: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/2013/04/greater-treasures-book-tour.html

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Coming Unbound by Lacey Savage – Review/Author Interview

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Lacey will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift certificate to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.  Make sure you leave a comment and your email.  Good luck!

BLURB:

Ginny and Cole have struggled to connect intimately since before their marriage. When Cole suggests they surprise each other with the most sexually daring things they can dream up for their anniversary, Ginny reluctantly musters every ounce of courage she possesses to get nipple piercings.

Cole’s surprise?

He’s turned their suburban basement into a dungeon—and hired a sexy Dom to teach them the art of BDSM.

Desperately in love with his wife, Cole’s aware of sensitive sexual demons in Ginny’s past, and will try anything to beat them. Whips, toys, ménage play with the Dom…all these and more could help Ginny find pleasure, break through her issues.

Or, if they’re not careful, possibly just break Ginny.

Excerpt:

By the time our third round of drinks arrived, we’d determined that I had no imagination of my own, which probably explained why I had chosen technical writing as a career.

We had also established that I’d never thought about dressing up as a naughty nurse or a strict schoolteacher or a sexy maid. I didn’t fantasize about being blindfolded or tickled with a feather or covered in chocolate sauce. I’d also never wanted to have sex in public or watch porn or pose for nude photos.

“Wow.” Donna twirled the stem of her martini glass between her fingers. “So what do you fantasize about?”

An image of a woman tied to a tree in a dark forest flashed through my head. It was brief and sudden, jolting me so I sat ramrod straight in my chair. “Nothing.”

She tilted her head at an angle and looked at me as if I’d just sprouted a third eyeball in the middle of my forehead. “Come on. You can’t be serious.”

I couldn’t hold her gaze anymore, so I looked past her right shoulder into the crowd. I used to have fantasies. Filthy ones that involved whips and pain and reddened flesh. But Ben had cured me of those long ago.

“There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?” I was feeling more and more miserable with each passing second, and the cocktails weren’t helping. I huffed out a breath. “Listen, I like sex. It’s pleasurable and pleasant and nice.”

Donna’s laugh startled me. It went on and on. “Nice?” She gasped when she could finally catch her breath and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. “Sex is nice? No, no, no. A foot rub is nice. A perfect creme brûlée is nice. The sight of a sleeping kitten is nice. Sex is… It’s toe-curling, incredible, mind-blowing.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Mind-blowing?”

She nodded. “If you’re doing it right.”

Clearly I’d been doing it wrong for a very long time. Was that my fault or Cole’s? I still had so many questions, and I was no closer to figuring out how to surprise my husband for our anniversary.

I stared down into my empty glass. “There aren’t enough drinks in the world for this.”

Welcome Lacey Savage! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

Hi Harlie! Thanks so much for having me here today.

I live in Ottawa, Canada, with my fabulous husband of 14 years and a cat who’s convinced he runs the place. (We don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.) I’ve been published since 2003, and I currently write for Ellora’s Cave, Carina Press (under a different pen name), Changeling Press, Loose Id, and Amber Quill Press.

Is Coming Unbound a single title, or part of a series?

It’s a single title, but I’ve learned to never say never when it comes to possible sequels.

What were your inspirations for the story?

I had a flash of inspiration while lying in bed one morning. I imagined a married couple wanting to bring some heat back into their bedroom, and started to wonder how things could get complicated for them. I knew I had my story when I pictured the husband opening the door to what had previously been a run-of-the-mill suburban basement, and showing his wife the BDSM dungeon he’d had installed. Surprise!

 

Please share your setting for Coming Unbound. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?  

Coming Unbound is set in Chicago, with a detour in San Francisco. I visited Chicago last year for the Romantic Times Convention, and promptly fell in love with the city. There’s so much wonderful architecture, and so many things to see and do. I’ve never been to San Francisco, but I have a friend who adores the place, so I’m looking forward to taking a trip there sometime soon.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

When I was in sixth grade, my parents and I moved to New York City from Romania. I was having trouble fitting in at school, but on a whim I entered a creative writing competition despite the fact that I barely spoke English. And let’s not talk about my grasp of English grammar or spelling, because both were pretty much non-existent at the time. So it wasn’t a surprise to me when my entry came back drowning in a sea of red pen. I don’t think there was one word the teacher didn’t have to correct. But what was surprising was the fact that despite all that, I actually won! Turns out my storytelling skills were much stronger than my grammar skills, and that’s what counted the most. Winning that competition gave me such a sense of accomplishment, and made me feel like I could follow my passion no matter what obstacles stood in my way.

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

Oh boy, too many to count! I adore epic fantasy, so I’m a huge fan of George R.R. Martin’s A GAME OF THRONES. I also love Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series. And a friend recently recommended Nalini Singh’s archangel series, which I’m devouring right now.

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

I’d love to pick Nora Roberts’ brain, so she’d definitely be at the top of the list. I’d also like to talk to Stephen King and Dean Koontz, as well as George R. R. Martin, Tad Williams, and Janet Evanovich. That would be one fun discussion!

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

I’m an artist in every sense of the word. I sketch, draw and paint every day. I also scrapbook, make handmade greeting cards, and create a wide variety of home décor – everything from mixed media art canvases to upcycled antique furniture.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

Hmm… When I was living in New York, my mom and I went for a walk in Central Park and saw a naked man selling flowers. He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that he was nude, and sold us a lovely bunch of carnations.

Review:

Oh my…take a tried and true troupe, married couple needs to get a spark back in their sex life, and spank it hard.  Yes, hard and bring in the St. Andrews Cross, toys and one sexy Dom and what do you get?  Coming Unbound by Lacey Savage.

Ms. Savage has managed to throw a troupe hard, against a wall and I’m still trying to catch my breath.  She writes intelligently about the one thing that most couples don’t talk about it and that’s the woman’s orgasm.  Yes, the elusive orgasm.  Its been argued, written about, talked about and laughed at for a long time.  Most men don’t understand it and women don’t like to talk about with their partners.  For them, its embarrassing and they don’t want to disappoint their lovers with their inability to have one.

Ginny is no different but with her, the orgasm has a lot more to do with a single thing in her life that she has repressed so far back in her mind that it wasn’t until the Dom figured it out and pulled it out of her.  Plus, it doesn’t help that her only other lover belittle her and suppressed even further her sexual needs.  Her husband Cole is well aware of her demons but is desperate to help her find her orgasm for her.  He just never knew how repressed she really was sexually.

*Taking a very deep breath*  The scenes were very well written and intense.  Ginny and Cole had no idea how the whole Dom teachings would take.  It would either make them stronger or pull them apart.  I held my breath after one scene because I became very afraid that they had reached Ginny’s breaking point.  While the sex scenes were highly intense they only enhanced Ginny’s journey to find the truth about her sexual needs.

Be warned that when you find out about what has been repressed in the far back of Ginny’s mind, you will be able breath again.  At least, I was.  :)  Ms. Savage wrote a beautifully intense, highly sexual book about sexually repression and the lengths that one couple went to find out the who, what, where and how to help Ginny.

I can not highly recommend Coming Unbound.  Yes, its that’s AWESOME.  :)

5harlies

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams – or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and she’s got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat.

Links

Website: http://www.laceysavage.com

Blog: http://www.laceysavage.com/blog/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/laceysavage

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lacey.savage.7

Book buy link: http://www.ellorascave.com/coming-unbound.html

A Tiger’s Claim (An Ashwood Falls Novel) by Lia Davis – Review/Character Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt

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A Tiger’s Claim – Ashwood Falls, book 1

By Lia Davis

Publisher: Fated Desires Publishing

Blurb

As the Alpha’s only daughter Shayna Andrews has always been treated like a rare gem, protected like royalty, and she’s suffocating.  Her longing to be independent has driven her to sneak out one evening after dinner. After relishing in being able to run free without an escort, she finds herself face-to-face with the enemy, miles from home, and nearly loses her life until a lone wolf comes to her aid.

Travis Hunter’s main objective is to destroy the Onyx Pack—a group of drug using, murdering rogue shifters. His seek-and-destroy plans are put on hold when he rescues a female from a brutal attack. The beautifully exotic tiger shifter, Shayna, stirs a passion he thought died with his long-lost mate.

When Shay’s first heat cycle slams into her, Travis has no choice but to submit to her needs—and his own. But there is always a price to sleeping with the Pack princess. Not only will they have to face her Pack, Shay and Travis will have to deal with a mating that is beyond a single night and could have consequences more than either of them had thought. And when Travis finds out Shay wears the enemy’s brand, things will go from bad to worse.

Warning: One alpha female who doesn’t take no for an answer, a wolf with more on the line than just his heart, and a combustible attraction that’s sure to cause more than one sweaty night.

 

Find it on:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | ARe | Kobo

Find it in Print (also includes the prequel, Winter Eve):

eStore | Amazon

 

Excerpt:

It took ten minutes too long to reach his small one-bedroom cabin. Once inside, he carried her straight to the bedroom, flung the comforter back, and laid the female on his bed. As soon as her leg touched the mattress, she groaned in pain. Frowning, he walked to his dresser, grabbed a pair of joggers, and put them on.

He went back to the bed and sat down next to her, jarring her hip. Another painful groan made him pause. He lifted her sweater to undo her jeans so he could look at the wound. When he touched the button, she flung opened her eyes, screamed, and swung her arms wildly.

Damn it.

He fought with her for a few seconds before he got hold of her arms and pinned them to the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her eyes held a wild fear he hoped never to see in a female again. The claw marks etched into both her cheeks fueled his fury more. He breathed in then out slowly.

Calm down before you scare her more than she already is.

“My name is Travis Hunter. You’re safe.”

She blinked then looked around the room. “Where…am I?”

He growled low in his throat. The tremor in her voice cut through him. “My home.”

She tried to break from his hold, and he tightened his grip. “You’re safe. I killed the rogues.”

The woman stilled and searched his face, the wildness still heavy in her blue eyes. “You’re a wolf.”

He smiled and nodded. “And you’re a tiger.”

“A white tiger.”

To match her white-blond hair. “And a beautiful one.”

 

Harlie’s Character Interview Questions

Name: Shayna Andrews (Shay)

 

Tell us a little about where you live.

 

I live in Ashwood Falls. It’s a leopard/wolf Pack located in the Smokey Mountains. Yes, I said leopard and wolf. About thirty years ago, before I was born, the leopards and wolves merged their Packs together to better protect themselves and fight against the Onyx Pack – a Pack of rogue shifters.

Ashwood is a strong Pack and all the members have learned to live together. I love the diverse community.

 

Who are your closest friends?

 

Cameron, a black jaguar and a senior enforcer. She is also my older brother’s, Blaine, mate. Cam is only ten older than me, so we relate on so many levels.

Danica is my other bestie. She’s the Pack Healer.

Describe yourself in three words:

 

Strong, caring, and protective

 

Who do you love?

 

Travis Hunter. He’s a sexy wolf who had saved me from a rogue attack.

Without giving too much away, what was one of your favorite moments with that person?

 

Anytime we are together, no matter what we are doing.

 

Anything you would like to say to your author?

 

I’d like to tell her thanks for telling mine and Travis’s story so we can share it with everyone.

Review:

Before I start my review I have to admit something…I don’t read a lot of shifter books.  I admit it and I’m not proud of it but its out there.  What intrigued me about A Tiger’s Claim was that the fact it dealt with a tiger and a wolf.  Most shifter books keep within the same species so again…how is this going to play out?  How are their babies going to come out in the end?  Half tiger, half wolf?  I can’t even imagine how the shift would happen.  But in this book we don’t have to worry about that yet but darn it, now I’m hooked on the start of the series, so I’ll keep reading to find out.

A Tiger’s Claim starts off with a bang and never lets up.  Our heroine, Shay is shot at, mauled, and left to die a couple of times and I finally caught my breath in the end.  Whew!  When she was attacked by the rogues in the beginning of the book, she was rescued by a wolf shifter, Travis.   She didn’t know if she could trust me but when she came into heat, she couldn’t resist him.  Was it love or lust between them?  And what about Travis’ other mate?  What happened to her?  And let’s mention his daughter, Josie.  She’s such a sweet little girl and learning about what happens to her in the book is…  Just read it.  ;)

I loved this book.  The characters are richly drawn and engaging.  I was never lost when Ms. Davis explained Ashwood Falls and how it came to be.  It fasnicated me that two different species merged together to form a bigger pack and relied on each other.  Most shifters stay within their own kind but not in Ashwood Falls.  Oh and there is a human that has mated with a shifter, too.   There might seem like there is a lot going on and in some ways there is but I never felt lost.  Ms. Davis keeps the pace flowing and the dialogue crisp.  Oh and did I mention the suspense element that she has woven into the story?  Yep, I’m a goner.  I never guessed who was behind the attacks so when it was revealed, I was pleasantly shocked.  Great job!

I look forward to reading more about Ashwood Falls, the two packs that form it and the fabulous secondary characters that came alive on the page.  I can’t wait!!!!

About the Author:   Lia Davis

Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, graphic designer, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!

An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing and designing are stress relievers that allow her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.

Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

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