First, let me say happy holidays to those of you in the USA celebrating Thanksgiving. If you’ve ever read my blog, you know I’m surrounded by family, which is such a blessing. I’m thankful for my crazy family, my wonderful friends, my terrific readers, my agent and editor, and my writing buddies. I’m off school today and trying to decide what hors d’ oeuvres to take to my sister’s house tomorrow. (Yes, I had to check dictionary.com for how to spell that). Google will assist me again with recipes after I post this.
Well, I’ve been so busy with promoting CLAIMED and writing book 4 of the Dark Protectors, I haven’t had a chance to show off the cover for HUNTED, which I received last week. I thought I’d show it here first, and then go Google hors d’ oeuvres. Here it is:
Moira Dunne is a witch–the quantum physics kind. Time and space are her playthings. Which might explain why her one-night stand from a hundred years ago has turned up to “claim” her–and request her family’s assistance with the war he’s brewing. But the more she learns about Connlan Kayrs, the more she comes to think this is normal behavior for him…
There’s Nowhere to Hide
When Conn and Moira tumbled on the moonlit grass, Conn hadn’t meant to mark her for his mate for all time. She was only twenty! But it wasn’t easy to wait for her. It was even harder to forget her. So when he finally returns for his wicked-hot witch, he’s ready to let the sparks fly. Even if he burns up in flames…
However, not so much with clothing. If I’m shopping by myself, I often look around to see who else is shopping in the same section I’m in. If all the ladies appear to be about ninety years old, I go find another section to shop in.
Today we’re having a big CLAIMED signing party at the Gourmet Way with wine, yummies, and giveaways. So, I thought I’d hit the mall and find something cute to wear. I found a kinda cool goldish top I thought I’d wear with my black skirt and boots. Well, last night I put it on and ran down to my husband’s den to get his opinion. He and our twelve-year-old son were watching football.
I wish I had the words to accurately describe the absolute look of horror on their faces.
Even worse, they were deadly silent. Neither one of them could speak. Then, my sweet son said, “Why hello there, Goldmember,” in a perfect imitation of Austin Powers. I gave this kid life! Well, my husband laughed so hard I thought he’d lose a kidney.
So, still not convinced, I called my sister and described the top. She sounded doubtful. Then she said, “It’s not as bad as the one you brought to New York, is it?” (That’s a conversation for another day.) But I said, “Maybe.”
So I took a picture with my phone and sent it to her. After several moments, she texted back and said, “Well, it wouldn’t be so bad with a long black skirt and boots.”
So the gold shirt has to go.
If you’re anywhere in the area of Gourmet Way tonight, please stop by and say hi! (And see what I decided to wear).
Isn’t life ironic? My mom didn’t really like Halloween. So every year the night of trick-or-treating came upon us a little too quickly, and we scrambled for costumes. We rushed up to my Nana’s house and borrowed colorful scarves, bright makeup, and clunky jewelry. In other words, I was a gypsy for at least five years running. Okay. I liked the makeup.
Don’t get me wrong here. My mom is an awesome mom. She coached pee-wee softball, was always room-mom at school, and worked her butt off (along with my dad) raising three girls. But hey, the woman just didn’t like Halloween. I think my sisters were usually anything with a wig and/or ghosts.
I love Halloween. When my kids were tiny, they still wore costumes. Blues from Blues Clues. Buzz Lightyear. Wonder Woman. New costumes every year—I went all out.
My son hit the point this year that he just isn’t into it. He may go as a football player. Of course, he wears his football jersey every Friday to school, so it’s not like a real costume. I was holding out hope that my ten year old daughter would still want to dress up. And she does! Guest what as? YEP. You got it. A GYPSY!
Are you kidding me?!? I tried to talk her out of it. We looked at costumes on the internet. It finally came down to: a gypsy costume.
So, we headed up to my mom’s house, and the woman laughed her head off as she searched through drawers for colorful scarves and chunky jewelry. The Halloween spirits must be giggling right along with her.
Everyone have a safe and fun Halloween! Also, a quick note here that CLAIMED was released into the wild (aka bookstores) yesterday and I’m running a contest for one person to win the first ARC of HUNTED. Go here for the contest.
What was either your favorite or your least favorite Halloween costume?
October is around the corner, and it’s finally getting rainy, dark, and mysterious where I live in the Pacific Northwest. In fact, it rained all day yesterday and I absolutely jumped into my current work in progress. I’m with Cynthia Eden – it’s so much fun to write in the month of goblins and monsters.
Plus, well, there’s something sexy about a good rain storm. The tension in the air, the edge of danger from Mother Nature, the idea of safety inside by a warm fire.
Rain falls quite a bit in my books, I noticed. Speaking of which (yeah, smooth transition, right?), the second book of the Dark Protectors series is available for pre-order now. CLAIMED features Dage, the king of the vampires, and Emma, a brilliant geneticist.
Here’s an excerpt:
Emma sighed. “Do you think the Kurjans are near?”
Dage shook his head without opening his eyes. “No. I don’t sense evil anywhere near us. We’re probably safe for a couple of hours, then we should move again.”
A couple of hours? Damn. She needed him in fighting shape. “Will drinking my blood help heal you?”
Emma gulped in air. The husky timber of his voice caressed nerves she didn’t want to own. “I won’t become a vampire?”
His dimples winked at her. “No. Vampires are born, not made.”
Fear and her damn curiosity blended until she could only whisper. “Okay.” She held out her wrist and shut her eyes. And waited. The breeze picked up outside the cave, rustling pine needles and leaves inside the small entrance, and she shivered. Finally, she opened her eyes in exasperation. “What?”
Reaching out with his good arm, he lifted her chin with one knuckle, waiting until her gaze met his. “I want your neck.”
Low and rough, his voice skittered need through her midriff. Talk about direct. “Um, well, why?” Her mind reeled and she fought the urge to drop her gaze to his mouth. She lost the fight. He ran a tongue along those full lips and need rippled through her. How did he do that?
He waited again until she focused on him, her eyes widening on the pure confidence shining in his. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for centuries—I don’t want you extending your wrist to me and looking the other way.”
“What do you want?” She shouldn’t have asked that. God.
For answer, he reached out with his healthy arm and lifted her until she straddled his lap. She should’ve protested, but the easy strength and warm hand on her hip caught the breath in her throat. Fascinating. Such true, raw power. She pressed both hands against the undamaged muscles of his chest, balancing herself. His erection lay thick and hard beneath her, and she fought the urge to clench her thighs against his legs.
He stared at her through half lidded eyes, his hands going to the buttons of her cotton shirt.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
“I don’t want to get blood on your shirt.” His gaze dropped to the swell of her breasts over the plain white bra. Fire flared within those silver depths and she fought a moan.
“That’s enough.” She covered his hands with hers.
With a nod, he gently placed her hands on his thighs before clasping the shirt and drawing it down both arms. The lower buttons remained engaged, and the material trapped her arms at her sides.
He pinned her with a gaze so full of hunger she couldn’t speak. “You’ll give your blood?”
Emma nodded, her focus narrowing to the man before her.
Sharp fangs emerged from his canines and he growled, reaching one arm around to cup her head and pull to the side. Her neck stretched and vulnerability battled with arousal down her length. Every muscle in her body tensed to flee. His other hand gasped her hip, flexed, then slid up to her now bare shoulder, entrapping her.
There was no escaping him.
So…I love Fall. How about you? Are you ready for the weather to change (if it does where you live) or could you use some more sunshine?
Hello everyone!! Before we get started with the party I just want to give a huge thank you to all the wonderful authors who have decided to participate in this blog. Today and Saturday you all will have the chance to win lots of terrific prizes. How you ask? Well simple, just scroll down and look over the list of questions and websites to visit. Comment with the answers and you will be entered to win digital books, ARCs and many other prizes. The Scavenger Hunt will run Friday- Sunday night at midnight pacific time. Monday the answers will be posted along with the winners! So lets get started, remember to read the question and then click on the websites to hunt down that answer! Please leave your answers here in the comments. Thanks.
- What was the career path that Danica Avet shot down?
- In Rebecca Zanetti’s CLAIMED, what is the heroine Emma Paulsen’s profession?
- Which author on this blog was once a rodeo queen?
- In DESTINED MATE, Katie Reus’s upcoming release, what is the heroine’s name?
- What is the name of Kristin Miller’s favorite pizza place in Arcata?
- What is the name of the hero in Cynthia Eden’s upcoming novel, ANGEL OF DARKNESS?
- In Erin Kellison’s September release, SHADOWMAN, what does the hero build?
- In Marcella Burnard’s ENEMY GAMES, who’s missing?
HERE are the PRIZES:
- From Sayde Grace – two digital copies of her books
- From Cynthia Eden – an ARC of Angel of Darkness or a digital copy of Never Cry Wolf
- From Danica Avet – digital copy of any one of the Veil series and a set of Romance Trading Cards
- From Rebecca Zanetti – signed copy of Fated
- From Kristin Miller – digital copy of Intervamption
- From Marcella Burnard – signed copy of Enemy Gates
- From Katie Reus – digital (or audio) copy of Deadly Obsession and a digital copy of Destined Mate when it comes out in October
- From Erin Kellison – signed copy of your choice from the Shadow series
HINTS (Though these are super easy, y’all don’t need no stinking hints!):
All right everyone, go forth, scavenge and have fun!!!