Thursday, July 26, 2012

Dirty Little Secret #43

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"If you could replace the heroine in a scene with yourself, which scene would you pick and why?"

So many good scenes so far to pick a heroine from. I think I'd have to say I'd replace myself with Honor in the scene from Archangel's Blade where Honor found out she holds the soul Dmitri's former wife. When she learns the horror of their sons being changed too early and the venom making him crazy. Seeing the pain in his eyes and his voice with sadness and seeing her speaking to him with her old soul. It was a scene that changed both of them, it was breathtaking and sad all in one scene.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Dirty LIttle Secret #42

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If your dream man was in your clutches, a pack of condoms (and any other actrouments you may need!) and some saucy underwear on what would be the first fantasy you and your hunk played out? And who would your dream man be?

This Ladies, is my ideal man... and what we're going to play out is the lick, suck and nibble your way around each others body before we do anything else so I really get to know his HOT spots and what gets him riled up. * mischievous grin*

* NOTE: I'm at work so I can't find the "fun" pics to show what I'm going to do to him after I have my way exploring and worshiping his luscious body.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Review: Sinful Urges by Sonia Hightower

Sinful Urges
by Sonia Hightower
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Erotic Noir (Please note the noir.)
Length: 11,537
Release Date: Feb 3, 2012


Follow the confessions of Juan and Maria as they fall prey to lust at first sight. Can they stop themselves before it's too late, or will they become victims of their own sinful urges?

A new neighbor sends Juan running to confession to rid himself of the lustful thoughts he experiences. Each confession becomes more erotic, more sinful than the last. Can Juan stop himself, or will he give in to the desire that threatens his very faith?

The man across the street causes Maria to question her own morals. When she seeks out a priest for confession, she weaves a tale of exotic kisses and stolen moments. How can Maria find sanctuary in her prayers when her body demands she finds solace in her neighbor's arms?


We see the confessions direct through the church pastor who hears a confession first from Juan who catches a glimpse of his new neighbor and immediate begins to lust for her. At first he doens't know who she is, so he does what all normal woman do...go find their local gossip and find out the scoop. Just so happens the local gossip comes from his own wife! That's right, Juan is married and has children. Father hear his confession about how he lusts after the neighbor in full stained-glass splendor about what he wants to do to her. Leaving the poor Father having feelings his chastsity shouldn't allow.

Then comes Maria into his confession booth, and she too leaves a steamy picture of what she has seen and wants to do to her neighbor. Father hasn't realized that she is in fact talking about Juan. but after her steamy confession he is really staring to question if he can "save them from their sins and keep watch after his flock.

When next Juan enters the confessional he tells a tale of finally meeting Maria and seducing her with his actions and they set up a rendezvous to finally fulfill their naughty wishes. Then she too soon after enters the confessional and tells her version of the tale of their meting and the following encounter.

By this point the father has lost his hope of saving them, but still absolves them with some Attritions and Our Fathers. However, the last confessional has him crying for his failure after one last confession from Juan he knows he has ultimately failed his church and keeping them on God's path. The last thing he hears is the door of his confessional closing and he hears female giggling and he sees buttons scattered on the floor...I'll leave the rest up to you to put the pieces together.

While I liked the heat in the story I felt it needed something more to enthrall me. I felt that the Father should have given them more then a couple Hail Mary's and such to absolve them. I felt their lust for each other very easily, but their remorse for their actions didn't feel believable. It fell flat for me. The writing is well done and very expressive. Sonia does a great job of telling a tale from a completely unique point of view, but I felt it needed more on the emotional side for me to connect with the characters. I am giving it a 3 of 5 stars.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Review: Kade's Dark Embrace by Kym Grosso

After a series of girls are ritualistically murdered on the cold streets of Philadelphia, seasoned detective, Sydney Willows, is forced to work with sexy, alpha vampire, Kade Issacson. While working the case, Sydney finds herself inexplicably drawn to Kade, fighting the passion she feels towards him. Kade, determined to solve the case and mete out justice, is captivated by the independent, fiery detective. As he attempts to protect her from a very real murderer, Kade grows concerned that the beautiful, but very human detective, could easily end up dead should she tangle with supernatural forces that are beyond her control.

The investigation leads them into a dark and dangerous world, deep in the heart of New Orleans, where together, they search for the perpetrators of the Voodoo killings. Sydney soon becomes the target of the killer and ends up fighting for her life and love in the Big Easy. Will she eventually give into the intoxicating desire she feels for Kade if she makes it out alive?

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About the Author

Kade's Dark Embrace is my debut paranormal romance novel. I have also written and published several articles about autism. I developed a late interest in writing after my son was diagnosed with autism and started advocating on his behalf. Three years ago, I started my own website, and now blog and write articles for

I live in Pennsylvania with my husband, two children and our dog, Ace. My hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba and traveling. New Orleans is one of our favorite places to visit with its rich culture and unique cuisine. But we also love traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow covered mountains.

I love reading mysteries, romances and about all things vampires, werewolves and othersupernaturals. I hope readers enjoy Kade's Dark Embrace. I have already started writing the next book in the series, about Luca, due out Fall 2012.

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We start off meeting Cop, Sydney Willows who is enjoying a night out. She is walking along the shore of a river when she feels her neck hairs bristle... giving her achill. Then her cell goes off... Work can be such a pain. She reluctantly goes and changes and meets with her team at the scene of the crime. A gruesome murder of a young woman. She is overcome by the smell and the way this woman died, but that's not whats making the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Enter Kade Isaacson, the tall, dark and handsome investigator from P-CAL.When another victim turns up and Kade tried to warm her that this was not something she should get involved in, she turns her head and disregards him she find herself face-to-face with a scary apparition and now nose deep in paranormal VooDoo.

Kade never expected the sweet smell of Sydney to call to his most basic instincts as a Vampire, but he can't help but find out more about this beautiful blonde. However he finds out she infuriates him, disobeys his requests and is as stubborn as a bull. When trouble brews which Kade tries to protect her from will he remain focused and keep her safe she demands to be along side to fight this. However, Kade is holding back and when things can't get any worse for him they do.

Sydney finds herself facing a grungy vampire minion who has no qualms about having his way with her before handing her over to a very happy Mistress. However, she has a few tricks up her sleeves, but manages to get out if it, but is visibly shaken. Kade being the over-protecting demanding type whisks her away to New Orleans to keep a close eye on her. When things get darker and even more paranormal beings are involved Sydney knows she in over her head, but is still determined to kill who or whatever is killing those young women. As she spends time with Kade she finds herself falling in love with him, but afraid of the notion of being marked and claimed and what it means.

Kade can't help falling for Sydney either and knows that she is also his weakness, and the VooDoo Mistress is out to hurt him in revenge for sending her away. As their feelings grow and they give in to their desires Kade claims her to prevent her from coming to harm, but when Sydney walks into a trap it leaves Kade scrambling to find and save her. tin find out how things end you'll definitely have to read the book

I really liked Kym's writing style and how the tensions were between Kade and Sydney at first. Their feelings were heart-felt and emotionally packed! As they came together it was a wondrous thing to see them finally cave and the connection it opened to them both. The ending was gut wrenching and packed with emotion as things unfolded and ended. I really liked the storyline as well. A good 4 start read.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Guest Blog & Review of Make Me Stay - Ella Jade

Happy Monday Everyone! Today I am thrilled to have the talented Ella Jade here to talk about Finding inspiration in strange places. So without further ado I hand the blog over to her today.

Inspiration Comes in Strange Places…

Where did the idea for Make Me Stay Come from? One night back in January, I couldn’t get the Katy Perry song The One That Got Away out of my head. I was humming it in the shower and bam, the idea for my newest novella hit me.

I hopped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and logged onto my computer as fast as I could. It was one of those moments where I had to get the scene down. It didn’t even matter that I was wet and shivering. It was the first time in my writing journey where I started at the end of the book. The chapter kept playing out in my head, and I knew no matter what happened from the beginning of the story on, I had to end up with what I had just written.

Now, don’t ask me what that song has to do with a BDSM romance, I’m still not sure. But, for whatever reason those lyrics triggered something in my subconscious. The inspiration was so strong that I managed to write Make Me Stay in three days. The story flowed, and the characters cooperated, so I went with it. Make Me Stay is a story about reconnecting with a lost love and finding away to make life work, no matter how crazy it may seem. It’s a love story at the core. I’m really pleased with the final outcome and I can’t wait to share it with all of you.

I’m also in the process of writing a second book called Surrender to Me. This novella will feature the main characters, Cade and Gracie, from Make Me Stay, but Martin Abrams will be the focus. You’ll meet Martin in Make Me Stay. He was one of those characters that wouldn’t leave me, so I gave the sexy Dom his own book.

Here’s a peek into Make Me Stay available now from Beachwalk Press…

Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

"Why did you come back?"

"I told you." Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." She lowered her head.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Just look at me." He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

"You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right."

"You told me to leave."

"Me!" He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

"Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?"

"We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of." She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

"I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted."

"I wanted you to be happy."

"I am." She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

"Then why aren't you with him?" He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

"Your husband?" He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

"Cade," she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

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Can the sub teach the Dom to play?

Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.

Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.

Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.

But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

About Elle Jade

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.


Gracie Miller has returned to town to claim the Dom she knows is meant for her, she has a plan in place to get him to take her back. She boldly approached him in his office and knows he can't resist her. After she is back with him and she starts being his Sub again he realizes she knows more then he does about the BDSM lifestyle. While she knows what she wants and how to get it, Poor Cade is left to his own to figure out what he can handle and if Gracie is too much for even him.

In trying to protect the one woman he cares for Cade Jameson sends Gracie away thinking she is too young, naive and inexperienced to handle. But once she is back in town it's all or nothing. What he soon discovers is that Gracie has learned a few new tricks and that something about her being here isn't quite right.

When Gracie is with Cade they have an electric chemistry both as a Dom/Sub but as lovers as well. With Cade being domineering in more then just love Gracie is forced to reveal what she had hoped Cade wouldn't find out...She is still under contract with her old Dom, Martin. Martin knew about her wanting to go back to Cade, helped her find work back in her hometown, set her up in a nice house, and gave her a car.

One evening Cade shows up unannounced at Gracie's, only to find her on the phone. What he didn't know was that it was Martin, already in town and on his way to see Grace. When Cade finds out she's still under contract to him, it makes him FURIOUS and he storms out. Enter Martin who talks to Gracie and offers to help them get through this rough time and figure out how to teach Cade some tricks about BDSM play. Cade then returns to apologize and nearly plows through Martin. Gracie steps in and stops him from harming Martin and they begin to talk things out. Can Cade accept Martin's help so he can keep Gracie, or will sharing her even for a short time be the end of their relationship? You'll have to read to see how it ends

Ella Jade has a wonderful approach to writing BDSM and still keeping the mood more lighthearted then harsh and dark as the lifestyle can be. Gracie is a strong and smart woman who knows how to get the man she wants. Cade is a domineering man in both his personal and business life and when he can't control everything it sets him off! He's a rocket of anger and fire that only leaves smoke behind in the wake of the fire. These two are smoking in how they work together to learn what they can do to and for each other. It gets fun seeing how Gracie introduces Cade to "Play Scenes" and how he reacts and handles her in the process. Excellent chemistry and characters who sizzle on the pages! A 5 start read on the lighter side of BDSM!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Feature & Follow #29

Welcome to the Feature & Follow

Gain new followers and make new friends with the Book Blogger Feature & Follow! If this is your first time here, welcome! You are about to make some new friends and gain new followers — but you have to know — the point of this hop is to follow other bloggers also. I follow you, you follow me.

If you are new to the #FF fun, Feature & Follow Friday is a blog hop that expands your blog following by a joint effort between bloggers. Feature & Follow Friday is now hosted by TWO hosts, Parajunkee and Alison of Alison Can Read. Each host will have their own Feature Blog and this way it’ll allow us to show off more new blogs!

How does this work? First you leave your name here on this post, then you create a post on your own blog that links back to this post (easiest way is to just grab the code under the #FF picture and put it in your post) and then you visit as many blogs as you can and tell them “hi” in their comments (on the post that has the #FF image). You follow them, they follow you. Win. Win. Just make sure to follow back if someone follows you!

Now to make this #FF interesting we do a FEATURE blogger. If you are interested in becoming a Feature click on the drop down link above FEATURES > Feature & Follow Friday and get on the waiting list! How do you follow someone? Well, if you have a preference, state it in your #FF post. A lot of blogs are transitioning to WordPress in which they do not have the luxury of GFC, so an RSS subscription is appreciated or if you choose an email subscription. If you don’t have GFC please state in your post how you would like to be followed.It is also required, that if you participate you must follow the hosts (Parajunkee & Alison Can Read) and the two Feature blogs.

Parajunkee's Feature – Vivian @ Vivaciously, Vivian

Alison Can Read's Feature - a GREAT Read

And now the Random Question of this week:

What drove you to start book blogging in the first place?

LOL. How many times doe someone get to answer this question? I'll answer because I'm sure there may be a few followers out there who haven't read my post about my favorite author...Laura Kaye. Short back-history: Before she started writing her own stories she was writing Twilight FanFic (Of which I was a fan). Later, she announced that she was starting a story of her own and was posting on a writing website (TextNovel). About 7 chapters in she said it was being pulled and picked up by a publisher. *le sigh* So I patiently waited another full year before she delivered Lucien Demarco to the eagerly awaiting world. It was that story that got me wanting to share my thoughts on PNR and other genres I have dived into with the book blogging community.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Dirty LIttle Secret #41

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What book have you read recently that has surprised you (good or bad!), or that has been outside your normal reading genre?

I'm presently reading Kade's Dark Embrace, which is really surprising me with its complexity and plot. I can't spoil much now, but it's definitely a read I have come to love. Some surprising fun characters and steamy sex! *fans self*

I have started reading some erotica which surprises me as I'm REALLY particular about what type it is. Recommendations are taken into considerstion.

Blood & Whiskey Interview and Review

Good morning everyone! I ma thrilled to have Clark Hays and Kathleen McFall here to talk about Blood & Whiskey, book two in their series about the Cowboy and the Vampire.

Hello Clark and Kathleen! I’m thrilled to have you here and thanks for being today’s “Pick”.

And we are thrilled to be picked.

Please share a little about yourselves, your works and what got you both into writing.

Blood and Whiskey is the second book in The Cowboy and the Vampire Thriller Series. We wrote the first book, The Cowboy and the Vampire: A Darkly Romantic Mystery, in 1999, long before the Twilight and True Blood frenzy. We were cautiously rebuilding our relationship after a cataclysmic break up and two-year separation and decided writing together might help us harness the creative insanity in our lives. At the time, Clark was a poet and was moving into fiction. Kathleen had been writing for science journals and was taking on fiction as well.

We wanted a storyline that brought together our shared interests — the modern west, spirituality, the philosophy behind good and evil — and came up with the concept for The Cowboy and the Vampire at a truck stop in central Oregon. We literally sketched out the plot on the back of one of those scallop-edged paper placemats in crayon.

The book was fairly successful by 1999 pre-social media standards, and had a loyal and growing cult following. Then we lost momentum, almost fatally. The renewed interest in vampires (thank you, Twilight and True Blood) prompted our publisher to re-release it in 2010 with a sexy new cover and a little editing nip/tuck. We counted our blessings and got busy on the sequel, Blood and Whiskey.

I loved the tie-in created in the beginning of this sequel, who thought up the idea about what happened to Rose?

Like most of our good ideas, we came up with that together. In this case, the Rose character was the result of a road trip from Portland, Ore., (our current home town) to Ashland and the Southern Oregon Book and Author Fair. It was a perfect winter day, clear and sunny, and we had the highway mostly to ourselves. After roughing out the plot for Blood and Whiskey, we came up with Rose and her misfortunes.

Rose is Lenny’s niece, an orphan who traded LonePine (population 438) for life in the big city. Things did not turn out well for her. She became homeless and started using heroin. She’s tough though, a true woman of the west — down but not out. Before she could rebound, she was kidnapped by vampires, dragged off to tiny Plush, Oregon, and imprisoned at a meat packing plant designed for horrific things.

When Lenny starts working with high powered machine guns and military grade it hints at a background in the military for him? Can you share a little about Lenny and his quirky character?

Lenny — Tucker’s best (only?) friend — was involved in top secret weapons research for the U.S. military. He has a brilliant mind when it comes to improvised weapons, and gadgets in general. In our first book, he helps Tucker come up with vampire-dispatching weapons when they learn the hard way that regular guns won’t do the trick. In Blood and Whiskey, he gets even more creative. He converts the engine in his car to run thousands of miles on one tank of gas, makes stake-launching zip guns powered by readi-whip aerosol canisters and uses made-from-scratch night vision goggles.

His military experiences, including exposure to some seriously hazardous chemicals, have warped his perceptions a little. He’s totally paranoid, in a good-natured way, and has yet to meet a conspiracy — from the JFK assassination to Roswell — that he doesn’t believe. That’s why he lives in a fortified bunker with his wife June, surrounded by weapons, ammo and dried food.

When they get nearly in over their heads then usually end up confronted by a vamps hunter/guard. Why do they always try convincing them it’s a bad idea to work with vamps?

It’s not so much that Tucker and Lenny are trying to convince humans to switch allegiances, they are just both truly perplexed about why anyone would help their own worst predator survive. To their way of thinking, it would be like sheep helping wolves. Our vampires die during the day — full biologic and neurologic shut down — and without humans watching over them, they would be completely vulnerable. Tucker and Lenny can’t fathom why anyone would help keep this nightmare for the human race alive.

Elita is almost always thinking of herself, was she like this as a human?

In general, all vampires are selfish. Due to their long lives, there’s really no evolutionary or social benefit to cooperate or work together for their long term survival. It’s every vampire for him or herself.

Elita in particular is smart, cunning, hypnotically beautiful and completely, joyously self-centered. She’s been alive for thousands of years and is stronger and more fierce than almost any other vampire. She’s from Reptile line, a race of vampires long-oppressed by the ruling Royals. Unlike the Royals, Reptiles are born into vampirism — actually, hatched — and reproduce easily. The Royals need blood saviors able to turn humans with the right genetic code to keep their line alive, and Lizzie may be the only one left.

Lenny turns against Tucker and avoids him for a long time due to the events in Portland, he eventually ends up helping Tucker. Why the change of heart? (not only because of Lenny’s wife I’m guessing).

Tucker and Lenny have been friends since fourth grade. Tucker’s dad taught Lenny how to shoot. In The Cowboy and the Vampire, when Tucker was in trouble, he turned to Lenny. In Blood and Whiskey, when Lenny is in trouble — when Rose is kidnapped — he turns to Tucker for help.

Things get tense between them when vampires come to LonePine, but true friends come through for each other and they can get past a little undead apocalypse. And while Lenny’s wife certainly encouraged Lenny to settle their differences (probably because she knows Lenny needs at least one friend to keep the crazy in check), Lenny was almost motivated by the realization that Tucker and Lizzie had the best interests of the human race at heart.

Lizzie is starting to take her role as the new Queen more seriously after reading the texts provided by Lazarus and even those from Julius, she is very determined to change the way vamps and humans work.

Lizzie realizes that with the conflict between Royals and Reptiles coming to a head, the world is not a safe place for humans. She doesn’t want to be queen of the vampires, she doesn’t want to be a vampire at all; she just wants to live out a normal life with Tucker and raise their child. But that is not in the cards.

Tucker is realizing that he may not truly know Lizzie as well as he thinks, he begins to question their relationship after Portland. What event or thought brought him around?

After the horrors Tucker experienced at the meat packing plant in Plush, it become clear to him that vampires are so very different from humans. He loves Lizzie with all his heart, but he begins to truly sense what life with her will be like. First, she needs blood to live, fresh blood; her hunger is growing and she will have to kill people on a regular basis just to survive, and to nourish their unborn child. Second, as the handsome, scheming Russian vampire Rurik keeps reminding him, Lizzie may well live for centuries, even forever. Tucker has an expiration date. At best, he’s got another 30 or 40 years. He starts to worry that their differences might be larger than their love.

It was so interesting to watch how things unwound so fast in the back half of the story. Especially with Virote. Can you share a little about why that part turned out to be important in the story?

Virote is the human consort of Rurik, the powerful leader of the Russian vampire clan. Her family gave her to him to repay a debt. Virote is stunningly beautiful and resigned to her fate as a source of blood and sexual diversion to Rurik and anyone he decides to share her with. Much to Elita’s surprise, and to the surprise of everyone else, she develops feelings for Virote. Not quite love, but something close enough, something that causes her to resist her natural impulse to simply kill Virote in a blood-soaked orgy.

As the vampire clans congregate at the Vacation Inn to test Lizzie’s power to turn, Rurik offers Virote as the perfect subject. If Lizzie is successful, Virote will join the ranks of the undead and can take her place by Elita’s side. If Lizzie fails, the Royals will lay waste to LonePine and retreat to their respective countries to wait for the vampire end-of-days (or, more accurately, end-of-nights).

Did the plot and characters work out as you wanted or did they shape the book as you were writing?

Any character that has been well-developed exerts influence on the plot, but only because we are able to see the world through their eyes and understand their motivations and reactions to events. There were no surprises along the way for us as the writers, but hopefully there will be for readers.

This is the second book. Is there a potential for more about Lizzie, Tucker and the rest of their group?

Absolutely. We’re plotting out book three now, tentatively titled Undead Asylum. It’s going to be epic.

Lastly the fun questions:
Plotter or pantser?

Kathleen: Plotter, for sure. I don’t mind pantsing it within chapters, but we are diligent about keeping a strong plot to guide us.
Clark: Plotter. I haven’t been pantsed since high school.

Early Bird or Night Creature?
I’d like to be a night creature, but we’re usually so wiped out from our day jobs (communications), it’s all we can do to stay awake past ten.
Clark: Early bird. I seem to be at my most creative when I first wake up. I go to bed thinking about whatever I’m working on and then wake up with fresh insights. It’s a race to get them down on paper before the regular work day crushes the life out of them all.

Kathleen Are you more like Lizzie, Elita or Virote?
I’m more like Lizzie for sure. She thinks about the things I like to think about — religion and anarchy — and even though she’s overwhelmed most of the time, she puts on a brave face. Plus she’s got a cowboy in her life, like me.

Clark are you more like Tucker, Rurik or Lenny?
I’m not at all mysterious or charming, and I can barely change a tire, so I’ll go with Tucker. He’s uncomplicated and lucky to have a woman in his life who makes him better than he is on his own, like me.

White, Milk or Dark chocolate?
Dark. I’m a vegan, so dark is the only way to roll. And I love it a little too much sometimes.
Clark: Milk chocolate for sure. I’ve grown to appreciate dark chocolate (see above) but I still don’t think it is really “chocolate.”

Coffee Tea or other?
Coffee — preferably a soy latte with three shots.
Clark: Tea — preferably Scottish breakfast, with the nice, smoky peat flavor.

Music or quiet while working?
Quiet, but that’s usually impossible with Clark in the room.
Clark: Music all the time; headphones on when Kathleen requires it.
(Note: Some Girls is playing in the background this very second.)

Favorite place to sit and write?
in a window seat in a room overlooking the ocean; the Oregon coast is amazing and inspiring.
Clark: The couch. The streetcar. A bench in the park. Really anywhere.

Computer or good old pen and paper?
Computer; I recently got a MacAir and it’s never far from hand.
Clark: I like writing better on paper, but these days I can’t write as fast as the thoughts tumble out so, grudgingly, computer.

Pick your poison (alcoholic drink of choice when going out)
Martini (Medoyeff vodka), very dry, with olives.
Clark: Whiskey, light rocks. Usually Maker’s.

Thanks for stopping in Clark and Kathleen, it was great to be able to pick your mind and talk about Lizzie and Tucker.

Blood and Whiskey
A Cowboy and Vampire Thriller
by Clark Hays and Kathleen McFall
Publication date: May 1, 2012
Fiction, Trade Paperback (362 pages) $14.95;
e-book $4.99
ISBN: 978-0-9838200-1-7
Library of Congress Control Number: 2012902814


Wanted: Lizzie Vaughan, Dead or Alive

Relationships are always hard, but for a broke cowboy and a newly turned Vampire, true love may be lethal.

After barely surviving an undead apocalypse in The Cowboy and the Vampire, Tucker and Lizzie hightail it back to quirky LonePine, Wyoming (population 438), to start a family. But she’s got a growing thirst for blood and he’s realizing that mortality ain’t all it’s cracked up to be when your girlfriend may live forever. With a scheming Vampire nation hot on their boot heels and a price on her head, how far will Lizzie and Tucker go to protect their unlikely love?

Blending evolution, religion and an overly sensitive cow dog named Rex, Blood and Whiskey drags the Vampire myth into the modern west, delivering double-barreled action, heart-pounding passion and wicked humor.


“Riveting, existentialist underpinnings give it depth, the book is a thriller, upping the ante in every chapter, as bullets fly and relationships strain under the weight of old loyalties and new revelations …”

“It’s more than just the details that set this series apart. Rather, it’s the way the authors utilize those details to create meaningful conflicts and world-altering choices for the characters.”

“Those who missed out on the first book will really have to hang on if they want to follow what’s happening, but it’s worth it for this tale of love and blood in the modern West.”

Kirkus Reviews

About Clark and Kathleen

Clark Hays grew up in Montana in the shadow of the Tobacco Root Mountains. In addition to his fiction work, he is a cowboy, a published poet and occasional food critic. Recently, he was nominated for Pushcart Prize for short fiction and not so recently for a Rhysling award for poetry. Clark brings a deep knowledge about the modern west, weaponry, country music and existentialism to his writing.

Kathleen McFall grew up in the heart of Washington, D.C. She worked as a petroleum geologist and, later, as a journalist, and has published hundreds of articles about scientific research, energy and natural resources. An interest in the overlap of science and mysticism are an essential aspect of her fiction writing. She received an Oregon Literary Arts Fellowship for fiction writing.

Learn more at the Cowboy & Vampire Website and Cowboy & Vampire on Facebook.


In this continuation of the tale of Lizzie and Tucker we start off with an introduction to Rose, Lenny's niece. Rose is living out in Portland, but living live the hard way...on the streets or safe houses. When Lenny gets a call from a scared and frightened Rose and she gets cut off Lenny suspects the worse and is determined to find her. He seeks out Tucker to go with him to find and bring Rose home to LonePine.

Tucker is trying to have some quite time in LonePine with Lizzie while she still refuses to give into her bloodlust and drink straight from a human. She wants Tucker to help, but with their baby still on the way he doesn't want to leave her unprotected. SO in comes dear old Dad and the Elita to keep her safe at all hours.

Tucker and Lenny head to Portland and find out that Rose is missing from her usual safe house. They seek out others who may have seen her and find out things are much graver then they thought. She's being "farmed" by Vamps. They set out to find the place holding her captive and find out that MANY "missing people" are being farmed. They take care of the "farm" and unfortunately their trouble is just starting.

Back in LonePine a mysterious group of Vampires shows up with a demand to see the new queen and determine her worth. Their leader Rurik, seems to have ulterior motives to wanting to see LIzzie and Elita can sense this, but after some talk and assurance that LonePine is a safe-ground she agrees. Rurik meets with her and Lizzie can't quite shake the feeling that there is a connection between them. HOwever, Lizzie is soon getting sicker and she succumbs to her hunger with the help of Rurik.

Lizzie has been made aware that she may be a rare Vampire indeed, with Lazarus and Julius dead, she ay be the last with the power to turn a full human (Adamite) into a vampire. They decide the council must be called in and she prove her worth to take her place. Things begin to escalate from here.

When the council arrives they can clearly tell Lizzie is only a fledgling vampire, what could she possibly know aboiut their world and governing it. In order for them to see her as credible they want her to turn an Adamite into a Vampire. This sickens Lizzie, but she can understand their position and agrees. Rurik's lover readily volunteers to be the one to be turned and happily does so. So, does Lizzie have the power to turn or will the Royal vampire line end with her and the Reptile vampires be set to take over and throw the human vampire balance into a blood bath? You have GOt to read t find out how things turn out. I can tell you it wasn't how I expected at all!

I really loved reading this sequel to the story. Clark Hays and Kathleen have given the old west a new twist in modern times. I was intrigued as Lizzie and Tucker got to truly see their vulnerable sides and meet some very powerful and socially elite vampires. There was plenty of action, some romance and a world of vampire politics told in the points of view of Lizzie and Tucker. This story only help me love the wild west more as it mixes with modern times and the world of vampires. Another very strong 4 of 5 stars to Blood & Whiskey.

Review and Interview with Rachel Firasek

Welcome everyone. today I am thrilled to have Racked Firasek here to talk about her latest book, called Creating fate. So let's not keep Chloe, or rachel waiting!

Hello Rachel! I’m thrilled to have you here and thanks for being today’s “Pick”.

Please share a little about yourself, your works and what got you into writing.

Wow, that’s really broad, I’ll try not to run on forever. Not like I'd care really...your quite fun to hang with I’m a daytime office manager, and a night time author. I have three kids and a hubby—that I adore. I’ve published 5 books with small presses and Creating Fate is my first true Indie-pub book. I’ve been writing for 3 years, seriously, but pretty much my whole life. I began writing as a way to pass the time while my husband was overseas working as a civilian contractor. That was the longest year of my life. Writing so helped me get through it.

I loved reading about Chloe and Dane! Chloe is very tortured after she lost David. She blamed her sister for a while, how hard was it for her to come to grips with realizing it was fate and it couldn’t be averted?

She’s really not that vengeful of a person, so she didn’t hang onto the rage forever, but even the sweetest natured person wants someone to blame. I think it’s human nature.

Very true, it does seem to be human nature to want to blame someone for the bad things that happen in hour lives.

When Dane helped cheer her up on the bus, she clams up. When he says he wanted to kiss her, I think she was shocked and would have taken him up. What would have conspired if she had?

Oh, boy. I would have probably them do some heavy necking until the old biddy in the seat behind him, thunked him on the head for mauling her. But, it might have went something like this:

Dane watched her small, pink tongue snake out and trace her bottom lip. His nostrils flared, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. She liked what he’d said, even if she didn’t want to let him know. He dipped his head down to her and caught the last tear with his tongue, swiping his lips along her cheeks, waiting for that indrawn breath that told him she knew he meant business. There it was. Now, she’d be his…

Dane starts to let his guard down around her, but as he put it, they kept going from hot to cold on each other. One would open and other clam up, What was it that kept Dane from opening to her earlier?

He’s in a situation that won’t let him. As an undercover agent, if he shared anything about his life, not only would it put her in danger, but it was endanger his case. He didn’t trust her that much yet.

When Chloe froze time after being dragged away by Jack and Marty, at that time Dane didn't question why things were not moving. Did he not notice or think anything was going on?

He wasn’t there and by the time she’d made it back to him she’d released time. If I remember right, lol.

After being in the safety of Austin with Shady on the way, they seemed to be getting somewhere, but again Chloe clams up. Dane was accepting of wanting to wait. How hot would it have been if she would have given in to her wants?

Uh, really hot. Can you imagine? Steamy shower sex, maybe wet bodied mattress sex, maybe wall sex…the list is endless. :-) But, in respect for the other two authors in this series, I kept things a little mellow in that department. Maybe we’ll see Chloe and Dane again in a free chapter somewhere and I’ll really let them at each other. Lol. That would be fun.

Well yeah! The heat and chemistry between them! HOT like WOAH!

Did the plot and characters work out as you wanted or did they shape the book as you were writing?

I’m not a plotter, so my characters completely run the show. I’m actually getting better and steering them in the right direction as I write, but sometimes they like to go and do their own thing. Creating Fate was a pretty easy write.

This is one of three books about the Fates, what can readers expect from the other books? Without spoilers please if possible.

Well, the next book, Stealing Fate takes a much deeper look into the Mythology. Berinn Rae does a beautiful job of taken two broken warriors and making them find peace within each other…And then, Chasing Fate, by Elle J Rossi is a fun blend of contemporary and mythology—more along the lines of Creating Fate with a tale that will just bring tears to your eyes. Really, it’s sad and haunting, but so damn good. I really can’t wait for you guys to read them all.

I loved seeing Attie at the end, she's devious and she knows her little sister well. When Chloe risks saving Dane and finds that Attie wasn't after him she's kind of torn, especially when they all discovered a few things? How did that come about in your writing?

Well, that was the tricky part. I had Attie written in a little different, but when Elle read the story, she had her character doing something else, so we had to compromise and then that part of the book came to pass.

Lastly the fun questions:

Plotter or pantser?


Early Bird or Night Creature?
Both. It’s the middle of the day that bothers me.

Are you more like Attie, Chloe or Lacey?
I’m a lot like Chloe. Very withdrawn and I hold in my pain.

White, Milk or Dark chocolate?
Neither. I hate milk and it hates me.

Coffee Tea or other?
Coffee—but only the icy blend.

Music or quiet while working?
Music. I always write to music.

Favorite place to sit and write?
My desk. It’s in a converted breakfast nook and is surrounded by windows.

Computer or good old pen and paper?
Computer. But, I did hand write about half of Piper’s Fury.

Pick your poison (alcoholic drink of choice when going out): I don’t drink much, but when I do, I like Italian Margaritas. :P

Thanks for stopping in Rachel, it was great to be able to pick your mind and talk about Chloe and Dane.

Thank you so much for having me. I’m looking forward to visiting you on my tour!!!

Creating Fate
She gave away her heart…  Giving her heart to a mortal wasn't something the First Fate planned. Losing him nearly shattered her soul. Upon his death, Clothos swore never to love—or weave life—again. Hoping she'll change her mind before it's too late, Zeus commands the spinner of life to take a much needed vacation from her immortal responsibilities. He had to hide his...Dane is close to cracking the drug ring he's spent the last two years infiltrating, but needs to perform one last heist to meet the head man and prevent an impending war. An undercover agent, he's now on the run from drug lords, thieves and with the very woman whose tears make him forget his purpose. Together they’ll find a way back from the dark. Chloe will have to put her trust in the man walking the same path as the murderers that killed her fiance, or face an eternity on Earth. Without the desire for life, hope could slip through the cracks of time if he doesn&'t love away her sorrow.
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About the Author

Rachel Firasek grew up in the south and despite the gentle pace, she harassed life at full steam. Her curiosity about mythology, human nature, and the chemical imbalance we call love led her to writing. Her stories began with macabre war poems and shifted to enchanted fairytales, before she settled on a blending of the two. Today you’ll find her tucked on a small parcel of land, surrounded by bleating sheep and barking dogs, with her husband and children. She entertains them all with her wacky sense of humor or animated reenactments of bad 80’s dance moves. She’s intrigued by anything unexplained and seeks the answers to this crazy thing we call life.

Where you can find Rachel

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Chloe, or Cronos as she is called by her father Zeus, has put down her knitting needles for good. After loosing her mortal love, David, she tires of being a Fate. Her father and even her sisters have conspired to send her to earth on a vacation. She doesn't want to leave Olympus, but upon hearing that Attie and Lacey are already on earth, She's sent to seek them out and find her place and to stop moping.

Dane is trying to crack a case he's been working on for a long time, but things get complicated as money is missing and the leader is after him. He's got plenty to loose if he can't keep his head on straight and get the case cracked. He didn't expect Chloe to complicate thngs or win over his heart.

Chloe is stuck on a bus trying to find her sisters, when the seat next to her sags and a muscular thigh in jeans takes its blank place. He tries to get her to talk, but Chloe is determined not to let a mortal, especially a male, into her heart. When she finds herself crying, he wants to wipe away her tears. Somehow Dane manages to crack her hard shell and she laughs with him. However, things go from good to bad, when some shady characters get on the bus and Dane knows that if they spot him with Chloe she'd be in danger as well.

She never expected to be jumping from a moving bus, but when trouble is walking right toward them, Dane lept into action and now they're on the run. When Chloe start aresisting Dane, he slap on the cuffs and drags her into the woods and down the ravine to escape the bad guys. When Dane sees shes hurt he tries to help, but she wont let him, and likewise goes for him, even with things the way they are, Chloe sees the good guy and can't help but wonder what lead him to this life. But Dane knows that opening up could lead to more trouble. Dane also sees chloes softer side, but each time he takes note, she clams up and stops talking again.

When the bad uys rear their ugly heads and beat up on dane and take Chloe as collateral until Dane can get the missing money, she has to act fast and help Dane. When they finally get away to safety things start to heat up between them...almost, but Dane is shot down by Chloe! When Dane is about to get things resolved Chloe decides its time to leave, but she senses and sees Attie sneak into the building Chloe fears the worst and leaps into action and things take on a new twist. to find out you'll have to read the rest and see how Chloe and Dane handle the new twist.

Rachel has knit a wonderful tale about a Fate who has lost her way, only to have her family intervene and give her the life she wanted and find out some new things about Olympus along the way. I loved how Chloe and Dane had their ups and downs and how they came together to help each other. A well written heartfelt tale that sure to capture your heart. A solid four of five start for this Fateful story.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Review, Giveaway and Excerpt - Ghosts of Winter

Welcome. Today I am happy to host a giveaway and an excerpt from a very interesting Swedish Romance tale... Ghosts of Winter.

Goodreads Summary:
Half-demon supernatural hunter Skriker and his lover, the Nephil huntress Rose, are looking forward to nothing more than a little downtime for the holidays. But when an urgent call comes in from Skriker’s checkered past, hopes for a quiet Yuletide are quickly buried by a desperate request for help…and the hunt is on.

The notorious pair travels to Jokkmokk, Sweden to battle an ancient and angry force haunting the rural property of a retired hunter who once ran with Skriker in his youth. There they will discover that the ice holds many secrets…and sometimes those secrets can be deadly.

**Publisher’s Warning: This ain’t your grandma’s Christmas tale! Contains foul language, violence, and sex so steamy it could melt glacial ice!*


The ice holds many secrets.

Dolph knew this well, remembered it well as he stood in his doorway, watching the snow tumble, glittering, from the winter-black sky outside his house. Six months of almost no sun—darkness ruled the far Northern lands this time of year, enveloping both icy countryside and glittering cityscape, and dark things dwelled in winter’s frigid grip. Snowflakes tumbled and whirled downward in a silent death’s dance, catching in Dolph’s hair as he watched the shiny jet black snowmobile come up the candle spruce and birch-lined road.

Snow sputtered and flew, glittering, as the machine glided smoothly up to the simple red-stained log house that Dolph had built a year and a half ago when he had chosen to move from the bustle of Stockholm to the remote tundra and woodland of Jokkmokk, near the Arctic Circle in the far north of his country. Two riders, clothed in black snowsuits and glossy black helmets, sat astride the snowmobile’s saddle. The driver stood up and dismounted, lifting his helmet off. An incredibly pale young man, his white-blond hair stabbing at the eternal night sky in high chunky spikes, his green eyes glinting impishly as he strode toward Dolph. The older man grinned hugely, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he smiled.

“Äntligen hemma,” he said in Swedish, taking the younger man’s hand and shaking it roughly. “Home at last. Skriker…it’s been too long.”

Skriker laughed delightedly. “Hell, yes. It’s good to see you, too, you old wolf.” Dolph looked beyond Skriker and at the other rider, who had dismounted and was walking slowly toward them. “You bring a friend with you?” he asked, smiling and winking.

Skriker grinned bigger than Dolph had ever seen, nodding. “Ja,” he said. “Någon mycket speciell. Someone very special.”

He winked roguishly, and Dolph grinned.

Dolph watched as the other rider removed her helmet; wild raven hair blew out into the wind, pristine snowflakes catching among the corkscrews and curls. A stunning face, made no less comely by the scars that marked each rosy cheek; strange eyes that evoked both fertile earth and windswept sea. The young woman nodded shyly and put out her gloved hand. Dolph, a big man despite his age, took it gently; as if afraid he would break her beautiful frame if he dared shake her hand too roughly. Only later would he learn how strong she truly was.

“Hello, Dolph,” she said softly. “My name is Rose.” She spoke in shy, hesitant Swedish, and it charmed the hell out of the older man. Dolph grinned hugely.

“You are both welcome,” he said in English. “It has been a long time since I saw my young friend here, in his mother’s homeland, especially during this time of year. I see that he has much to tell me. Come in, and bring your belongings.”

Rose followed him into the house as Skriker pulled their packs from the back of the snowmobile, stamping the snow from her boots and removing them. A crackling fire blazed in the big stone hearth, keeping the frigid cold at bay. The furnishings were streamlined and minimalist, much in the Scandinavian tradition: rugs of thick ivory sheepskin lined the polished wooden floors, and the house had been decorated merrily for the encroaching holiday. The walls were hung with brilliantly colored red, blue, green, and yellow weavings of the Sámi, the ancient native reindeer herders whom Dolph had chosen to spend his twilight years amongst, as well as the white, silvery grey, and grey-brown skins of reindeer harvested by his indigenous neighbors. The Christmas tree standing smartly in a windowed corner of the room filled the space with the spicy scent of pine. It was decorated merrily with what Scandinavian custom called for: brightly colored paper crafts, ribbons, straw Julbockgoats and ornaments, candles, and white lights that twinkled like stars among the branches. Many of the frost-tinted windows were decorated with candles and white hyacinths, and an electric star lantern hung in the window nearest the front door. Dolph directed her to a guest bedroom that had been prepared just for them; here she removed her snowsuit and aired out the dark blue knit sweater and black trousers she wore beneath it. Skriker came tramping in just as she emerged from the room, stamping the snow from his boots. He dumped their two packs by the door and removed his boots, sticking them neatly next to Rose’s before peeling his snowsuit off right there in the doorway. He shook his head like a dog, playfully, the snowflakes tumbling from his pale hair to melt upon the floor. Dolph laughed as he came striding in from his kitchen, carrying a bottle of vodka and three glasses.

“They still call you the Black Dog over there?” he asked as he sat down on the smart, contemporary sofa in front of the hearth, placing the liquor on the small coffee table. Rose moseyed over and sat down on a white padded chair just opposite the sofa, accepting her glass of vodka with a nod. Skriker shrugged as he strolled to the sofa and seated himself next to Dolph. The two men raised their glasses. “Skål,” the chimed together before sipping the clear liquor.

“Yep, and no better name for me,” Skriker said. “Still fighting, still hunting. Just like I always did.”

Dolph grinned and looked to Rose, his glacier-blue eyes thoughtful. “No, not the same,” he said. “That is obvious.”

Rose blushed, smiling shyly as she sipped her drink.

“My girlfriend,” Skriker said. “We met on a hunt, and that was it—lightning struck. Rosie’s the best hunter I’ve ever met. She can beat even me any day. I’m glad I finally got to bring her along on a hunt in the old Motherland.”

Dolph nodded to Rose. “Indeed. So, you hunt the Darkness?”

Rose shrugged. “I’m known to now and then.”

Skriker snorted. “Modest, my dear.”

Dolph chuckled and poured himself more vodka. “Good. I will need all the help I can get with the problems I have had here. I cannot thank you enough for coming…I know the journey was long. It has been unseasonably cold this year; the snow came early, even for a place this far north. I wanted to bring the best. Skriker, your man, is the best that I know. When I hunted, long ago, I had never seen a man to match him. You honor me, coming here.”

Dolph rose stiffly—he was, after all, almost sixty five, and the winter was colder and crueler every year on his aging bones—and strode up to the fire. The blazing hearth cast flickering orange light over him, turning his lined face to a ghoulish mask as he stared into the twisting flames. His long white hair shimmered like snow on his shoulders.

“I bought this land and built this house so that I could retire in peace and quiet,” he said softly. “Hunting in Stockholm was becoming weary work—I am merely human, after all, and my years grow shorter with each season’s turn. Chasing vampyres, dark faeries, elves, and trolls in and around the city was becoming too much; urban life was too much. I thought to be here would mean solitude and relaxation, a return to my youth—”

“Lagom,” Skriker said softly. Dolph chuckled, and his smile broke up some of the flickering orange-and-black mask that his face had become.

“Ja, lagom,” he said quietly. “Just enough. Nothing extreme…I have had enough of extremes to last me a hundred lifetimes. I came here, to Jokkmokk, to enjoy solitude and simplicity. Reading, drinking coffee, enjoying the hearth. Walking among the Sámi and their reindeer,leaning[EF1] from them. No hunts, no dark things coming from the long winter nights.”

“You know better than that, Dolph,” Rose said quietly, her half-drunk vodka glass warming between her long hands. “You were a hunter. You saw too much to ever believe that there is peace in any long night, even when you seek to forget what’s out there.”

Dolph shook his head doggedly and downed the rest of his drink. He came back to the sofa and sat down beside Skriker, filling the younger man’s glass again, and then his own.

“It is my humble belief, lovely Rose, that there is still a peaceful night to be had. I remember many from my childhood, and some from my adulthood, before the night that I lost my wife.”

Rose leaned forward, her dark brows furrowing, her expression pained. “My God, Dolph…how terrible! How—”

Dolph raised a hand to silence her, not unkindly. “A story for another journey, when you return someday. What I have here now, haunting this land surrounding my new house…that is what we should discuss. Past is past.”

Rose averted her eyes and sipped her vodka.

“So what’s the story, Dolph?” Skriker asked. “You told me on the phone that it was in the house itself…you think you have a ghost on your hands?”

Dolph nodded. “Ja. Something that rattles at the latch and the windows, howls on the wind all around the house. At first, it was only the howling, doleful and chilling. The people who tend the herd near here have spoken of it to me as well. Soon, I began to see strange…how do you say...mist. Vapor. It crept in one night, floating across my floor…I saw it only that one night, not since, but it frightened me greatly. It broughtice into this house. Cold, deep and biting, unlike any I have ever known…I have tried to warm the house despite it, make it more cheerful. I even put up my tree quite early this year, if only to raise my own spirits.”

He turned his pale icy eyes to Skriker, and his aged mouth was a thin trembling line.

“People have died, out on the tundra,” he said quietly. “Only a month ago...they found one of the herders, dead among the reindeer. His body had been torn to shreds, as if by a huge and powerful beast. Blood frozen into the very earth. I feel in my bones that these acts of terrible violence against my neighbors are the result of what is haunting this property and the land surrounding it.”

Skriker was staring into the fire, his thick pale brows deeply furrowed; the look on his face was disturbingly pensive as he listened to the old Swede’s words. Rose leaned forward, setting her glass on the table as she stared at her companion, her face suffused with concern.

“Skrike, honey, what is it?”

Skriker shook his head slowly, his mouth a knife slash as he stared into the fire. Dolph set his hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

“Nothing…yet. Let me mull over this tonight and I’ll have some idea of what we’re looking at.”

Dolph lifted his glass one last time and tipped the remaining vodka down his throat. He harrumphed hoarsely, as old men do, and dug into a pocket of his sweater, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He offered it around; Skriker accepted, Rose did not. She gazed at Skriker for a long tense moment before rising to her feet and nodding to their host.

“I’m going to turn in. Thank you for your hospitality, Dolph. I look forward to speaking with you more in the morning.”

Dolph nodded as he lit his cigarette. “I only wish I could offer you more, Rose. Have a pleasant night.”

Skriker was still staring into the fire when Rose vanished into the guest room at the back of the house, his jade eyes narrow. He plugged the cigarette Dolph had offered into the corner of his mouth and lit up demon style, inhaling the acerbic smoke with deep pleasure. Dolph glanced at him, pinching his own fag between his long, lined fingers and gesturing toward where Rose had been sitting only a few moments before.

“She isn’t human, is she?” he asked quietly. Skriker shrugged.

“She’s half human.”

“And what? Half demon, like you?”

“Oh, no. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Dolph grinned, his pale, intense eyes twinkling, the deep lines around them crinkling in amusement.

“How many hunts did we go on when you were in Stockholm? And you still think that I would not believe your words, my fine young friend.”

Skriker laughed softly. “Fine. What would you think if I told you that you had a Nephil under your roof tonight?”

Dolph snorted. “I’d say you were crazy, Halfling. They don’t exist, and if they did, God did away with them millennia ago.”

Skriker glanced at the older man, his jade eyes glittering in the firelight. “You do have a Nephil under your roof.”

He jerked his head in the direction of the guest room. “Her.”

Dolph slowly looked back into the fire, slipping his cigarette between his lips; his hand trembled slightly as he did. He smoked silently for a few moments, his watery blue eyes unblinking. Finally he said, “Does she frighten you?”

Skriker shrugged. “Sometimes. What scares me more is the thought of losing her... she’s everything to me. You should have seen her that first night I ran with her, Dolph…the female equivalent of the most beautiful, finely-honed blade you could imagine. The first time I laid eyes on her, it was like fireworks went off, and it wasn’t just my willy talking.”

Dolph chuckled. “That would be a change.”

Skriker grinned, shooting a playful wink. “Tell me about it, old wolf.”

“She’s done you good, then?”

Skriker nodded. “She’s made me a better man…she’s made me care more. Made me a hell of a lot less selfish. I have a lot to thank her for.”

“Does she have any abilities?”

Skriker’s eyes took on a distant look. Outside, the wind mumbled about the walls and rattled at the latch. A knot of wood on the fire popped like a small gunshot, sending sparks swirling wildly up the chimney, so many bright embers eager to die out in the bitter night.

“Oh, yes. Her father gave her gifts like I’ve never seen…I have demon fire in me, but her fire is the Heavenly type…this white blazing glory that the paintings hanging in the Vatican can’t come close to touching. She can talk to animals, seek out spirits…she can exorcise with a touch. She can speak telepathically…she’ll probably be able to spot what you have here more easily than me. That’s part of what makes her such a great hunter—these abilities. A shifter stole her away once while we were on a hunt in New Mexico, and he only kept her as long as he did because he could put her under a sleeping spell. She would have killed him if he hadn’t. She’s amazing, Dolph. She’s gonna be the one that can uncover what’s been bugging you here, using those very gifts.”

Dolph poured himself another half glass of vodka and took a long swig, his throat clicking as he swallowed.

“I am sixty five years old, and I discover new things every day,” he muttered. “I never imagined I would ever see anything born of Heaven, from the highest branches of the great ash…this earth is ruled primarily by the darker spheres, that which is contained at its roots. Meeting Rose gives me hope. To meet an angel, especially during such a sacred time…I welcome this as a gift.”

He downed the rest of his vodka and set the empty glass down on the coffee table before rising stiffly to his feet.

“I will bid you a good night, Skriker, and pray that the darkness remains outside long enough for you to rest at least one night after your long journey. Of course, as you will recall, the night is almost eternal here this time of year.”

Skriker grinned and flicked a salute and shook the old man’s hand. “I remember very well indeed. Sleep well, old wolf.”

He sat up for a while after Dolph had retreated to his room, smoking another cigarette as he watched the fire dance and flicker in the stone hearth, his sharp ears tuned to every gust of wind that sighed its way around the eaves of the house. When he was heading back to the guest room to join Rose, he paused for the barest moment, certain that he heard a doleful, wailing cry echo across the frozen snowbound wastes outside his old friend’s door.

A cry that was there and then gone, torn away on the freezing wind like a slip of paper.

Rose was lying awake when he came into the guest bedroom. She had bathed while he and Dolph sat up talking, and now was nestled in the big platform bed, snuggled deep beneath the quilts and thick blankets, gazing at him with those strange, lovely eyes. He glanced at the bedside table, took quick note of the wicked-looking iron knife placed there.

Already taking precautions, eh, Rosie? That’s my girl…

“What happened, Skrike?”

Skriker peeled off his sweater and then the t-shirt he had been wearing beneath that and crouched shirtless before the small bedroom hearth, stoking a fire that danced and crackled merrily, throwing its bright orange glow across the thick rustic walls.

“What happened with what?” he asked.

“Dolph’s wife.”

Skriker was silent for a moment, chewing his lip as he placed another chunk of wood onto the fire. Sap sizzled and sparks danced their swirling way up the chimney and out into the frosty night.

“Remember New Mexico? How that shifter stole you away?”

“Of course. How could I forget?”

Skriker nodded brusquely. “Yeah. She was…well, a special girl. I’m sure he’ll tell you about it sometime. From what he’s told me, the Scandinavian equivalent of the Fey took her. They have ruled the forests and wastes in this country since time immemorial, and if you piss them off, you pay. You know how faeries and elf folk are. Not too far removed from the demonic kind…tricksters and all. He pissed them off, they took her…and he never got her back.”

“That’s terrible…just terrible…Jesus…”

He tossed a last block of wood onto the fire and stood up, turning to her. She sat there gazing at him, her face forlorn at his words. His mouth twisted, his green eyes taking on a wistful look.

“Look,” he said softly, “I know that all you wanted a little downtime with me this Christmas. No hunts, no blood, no bullshit. And me bringing you all the way up here was one hell of a journey. But I’m so glad you’re here with me, baby. This place—” He raised his arms, as if gesturing toward the frozen tundra and forests that surrounded the house, his tight tattooed skin shimmering faintly in the firelight. “—this land…holds more magic for me than I could ever explain. This is where my human side was born. And having you set foot on Swedish soil with me…I think my mom would have been thrilled, Rosie.”

Rose just gazed at him silently, her strange eyes gleaming in the soft yellow firelight, and the melancholy in her face made his heart ache. He offered an impish grin and reached down, unbuttoning his trousers.

“Hey,” he said. “You know how to keep warm on a cold Swedish night, right, Rosie?”

About the Author

Danielle D. Smith is both a writer of gritty "outside the mainstream" paranormal tales, and an accomplished fine artist and illustrator whose visual work has appeared in various public, private, and gallery exhibitions and in national publications. In her career thus far she has studied everything from costuming to tattooing, and she is always on the hunt for the next great artistic adventure. Her books have been published under Solstice Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, and her own micro-press, Rebel Rose Publishing, and have hit the Amazon bestseller lists multiple times.

Dani lives in San Diego with a large number of books, indie flicks, and documentaries. Her stories appeal to dreamers, troublemakers, dark romantics, horndogs, and general escapists who are tired of the same old thing in the paranormal fiction world. She is the proud owner of a lovely little son named Ryker and several beautiful tattoos. Current projects include the graphic novel version of her wildly popular paranormal adventure tale, "Black Dog and Rebel Rose", and Book II in the Psyche's Gate Saga.

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I'll admit the publisher was NOT joking... Skriker has a foul mouth, more than a Sailor. I bet I don't need to tell you his favorite foul word.

This was my first book I've read by Dani, and it was very easy to follow. it Starts of with some background from a friend of Skriker, Dolph, as Skriker and his girlfriend, Rose arrives in his homeland to visit with Dolph who has a haunting of his own around his retirement home.

Skriker and Rose get comfy at Dolph's until Skriker sees the creature they are hunting and it scares him. Ugly with blue skin, black orbs for eyes and a shrill cry. Rose uses some magic of her own and feels nothing but pure sorrow and also rage from the creature.When they decide to go hunting to rid Dolph of this creature things get ugly REAL quick. As they come close to ridding the ghost it only get more enraged and when it tries to grab rose, Skriker goes into action and end up in trouble.

Rose tries to help, but the creature is gaining ground faster then she can run. With some unusual help she manages to catch up, however things are far from over. Does she manage to get to Skriker before the creature has it's way or will Skriker be beyond help. That my friends is up to you to find out.


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What books have recently made you cry?

Oh Geez! What good romance novel hasn't made me cry at some point. However, recently it was Faythe Reclaimed by Lisa Sanchez that got my heart torn apart. Watching Gabe have his love torn away from him ,not once, but TWICE was pure torture! I cried for his as she was stripped away with the snap of the villains fingers and found again, hurt and unaware of who or where she was. And lastly I cried when they got their HEA. *le sigh* True unbridled love.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Guest Post w/ Nancy Straight

Good Morning everyone. I am happy to have a guest for you today. I have the awe inspiring Nancy Straight here, so without further delay I give you Nancy Straight

Topic - If I had psychic powers: I would have bought Amazon and Apple stock when it was only a couple of dollars per share!

I think it would be really cool to read other people’s minds. There is always that genius in the room that is scared to speak their mind but is just busting at the seams with great ideas. Sometimes I see a friend with a strange look on their face and I’m dying to know what they’re thinking. I’m also the mother to two fantastic sons; just because I think they’re fantastic (all moms do) it doesn’t mean that I’m oblivious to them trying to “snow” me from time to time. The typical, “But I’m too sick to go to school.” It would be awesome to read their minds and to be a human lie detector, where I could say something like, “You big faker, get in the shower, I know you’re trying to snake out of your English test today.”

One other thing I could do if I were psychic would be to communicate with my dogs. I have a Jack Russell that I LOVE, and he’s tolerated by our two Doberman Pinchers. His name is “Flash” and he’s got it stuck in his head that HE is the Alpha male. Most of the time the bigger dogs go-with-the-flow and let him believe he’s in charge. Every couple months they get tired of his energy, I can always see it coming. He starts running up and down the hallway: barking, sliding, growling, even so far as nipping at their legs. They’ll put up with it for a while then one of them will get fed up and step on him. It looks just like the Saturday morning cartoons when it happens, he goes flat on the floor with all four legs sprawled out toward the walls – you can almost see little birds flying around his head. If I had psychic powers and could communicate with dogs, I’d probably tell him “Remember what happened last time?”

If I were psychic that’s the power I’d most like to have!

Meeting Destiny
By Nancy Straight

  Other books in series: Book 2 Destiny’s Revenge and Book 3 Destiny’s Wrath have been released

  Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 978-1-4507-2109-7 (E-book) / 978-1468121377 (Paperback)

  ASIN: B003U2RUP8

  Number of pages: 295

  Word Count: 98,000


Book Description

Lauren is visited in her dreams for years by a stranger claiming to be her destiny. Destiny becomes reality when paths cross during a failed robbery attempt. Lauren and the stranger experience chemistry like no other and now her doubt over her long time relationship with her high school sweetheart is not her only secret…someone else knows about her keen intuition and sixth sense.  A mysterious clairvoyant seeks Lauren out and tells her not only of her life now but what the future may hold. Soon Lauren is in the middle of a murder investigation and a questionable friendship with the key suspect. Law enforcement, friends and family are concerned for Lauren but unfortunately they are unaware of the true danger…Sinister forces are at work and will stop at nothing to destroy Lauren’s abilities.

Available for free at Amazon | B&NSmashwords

Short Excerpt

His words made my heart soar, my whole body felt warm and my heart rate began steadily gaining speed. Knowing how badly this visit could have gone, I couldn’t help but push my luck, “Max, I need to ask you one more thing. Could you stay just another minute?”

Max glanced at the watch on his wrist, and I could tell he really did need to leave. “Yeah, but I’ve already been gone for way too long. My partner’s got to be looking for me by now.” He moved a hair closer to me, and I could hardly contain my excitement.

“I know this isn’t the best place, and I understand if you tell me no, but if I don’t ask, it’s going to drive me crazy. I was wondering if you feel anything weird around me?” This sounded so strange, but I didn’t know how best to articulate my question. I needed to know if it was only my imagination.

Max looked me straight in the eye, “Weird, like what?”

I felt the flush of embarrassment on my cheeks as I asked quietly, “Like, chemistry, a little?”

Max stood still as a statue staring at me sitting almost straight up in my bed. His smile faded a little as he leaned into me and whispered, “You mean like this?” He softly slid his hand behind my head, pulling my lips up to his. Gentle at first, then increased intensity until I found that I had wrapped both my arms around him, wires protruding from every direction, and my entire body tingled. I grew lightheaded as he eased his face away from mine. He gently lowered my head back to my pillow and moved his hand to my face. Max traced my lips with his index finger. After a few outlines of my lips, he responded quietly, “Chemistry, huh? No, I hadn’t noticed.” His wide smile reappeared with a vengeance.

My heart monitor went crazy, jumping well into the 100s as an alarm blared to life as if to tell the world what had just happened. Max reached over and pushed a button on the monitor and the alarm muted instantly. As he leaned in for what I was sure was going to be just as passionate as our first kiss, his pocket beeped.

Max stopped, rolled his eyes and fished in his pocket, pulling out his blackberry. He looked at the screen with disappointment in his eyes. “Hey, we just got a call. I really have to go. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for continuing this conversation tomorrow, but I really can’t stay.”

“I’d like that, too,” unable to say anything else.

He kissed my cheek, “I can’t wait to tell Missy about tonight. Bye.” Max darted out the door as he sprinted off to save someone’s life. The jealous part of me hoped he was being called to help an old fat man.

Author Bio

Nancy was born in Sioux City Iowa, left the cold of the Midwest in 1991 and only returns to see family in the summer time. She spent ten years traveling the world as a US Marine and settled in rural SC with her husband and two children.  She has three rotten dogs, enjoys RVing with her family, reading and writing all types of Paranormal literature.

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