Sunday, July 14, 2019

WeWriWa: She’s Got the Look - MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE $.99 SALE!


Nick Flynn’s got it bad . . . he just doesn’t know HOW bad yet. He’s beginning to suspect the dream job that took him from disgrace in Louisiana to the high roller’s attorney table in D.C. is more nightmare than blessing with its mysterious agenda and forceful way of getting what they want. Now, he’s met HER and is about to realize everyone – including him – is hiding behind a mask of darkness.


The Noir women gave him the creeps, too perfect, too good to be true, too aggressively sexual and blatant in their appetites, hungry as wolves circling through plump fowl seeking whom they could devour . . . not him, thank you very much. These man-eaters were out of his league, and he didn’t mind admitting it.

Until he saw her, and surprise stopped him dead in his tracks.

He hadn’t thought her particularly glamorous at their first meeting, looking like a long night on the Red-Eye, but here, under the muted pseudo-candle glow of the Noir, she sparkled, a jewel reflecting flame. Despite the statuesque build, the eye-popping display of bosom, the legs that went on longer than most new television series, and the glam clothes, there was a hint of vulnerability in the pale shade she’d chosen to shape the refined line of her lips, a fragility to the porcelain fairness of her skin even as it smoothly wrapped nicely defined muscle . . . and there was a glint of the dangerous in those constantly moving emerald eyes.

Here was a woman he wanted to know.

She didn’t move as he approached nor did her gaze ever leave his, but locked solid as if in challenge. She did none of the usual body language things women did when he drew near—none of the subtle thrusting of the chest, sultry pouting or inviting flutter of thick lashes. She waited with a combative readiness—a Green Beret in a Givenchey gown.

Family secrets about to be unburied, scandalous doings where nothing – and no one – is what they seem to be . . . and vampires(!) up the stakes for our hero and heroine. Neither Nick or Rae are perfect people, but if they want to remain human, they’d better find a way to reveal what’s behind the masquerade of wealth and power.


There are two days left in the MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE $0.99 Sale! Grab up a copy and settle in for the night with a spine-tingling read.

I’ve got my grandguy visiting me for the better part of the week, so my goal is to catch up with what everyone’s doing before he gets here. The good news is my writing roll on my W.I.P. continues, and this coming Saturday, I’ve got another day-long write-in to attend so I’ll be putting my hands down like this . . .


Well . . . maybe not just like that.

Happy Writing and have a great weekend fellow Warriors!


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Sunday, July 7, 2019

WeWriWa: Evil Woman . . . MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE – $.99 SALE!


Ever since the Wicked Witch of the West had me hiding behind our living room sofa every time she appeared in a puff of smoke, I’ve had a healthy respect for evil women – those who do what they want for no one’s benefit but their own and heaven help anyone who gets in their way. What better villain for my currently ON SALE(!) vampire romance set in our country’s capitol. Bianca DuMaurier has been a wonderful returning nemesis in my “Touched by Midnight” series and returns to MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE with a fiendish flare. Here a taste . . .


The ninety-degree vista of windows overlooked a city alive with intrigue and opportunity, which was why Kaz loved it, for the same reasons he might have loved the woman silhouetted against the glass . . . if either of them had had a heart.

It used to bother him that she didn’t cast a reflection in the window, but he’d gotten over that and a lot of disturbing little details about her since they’d chanced to meet in his home of South Africa all those years ago, because details weren’t important when one concentrated on the end result, which was why he was so successful . . . and why Bianca Du Maurier let him live.

“Does he know who Rae Borden is, or rather what she is?”

Kaz had taken a true liking to his young protégé and his naked ambition, who under the proper tutelage, could have developed into a fine associate, but watching his unnatural partner pace like a wild thing before the windows, he knew that wasn’t in the cards for Nick Flynn. 

“There is no need for you to know my plans.”

At times like this, when she looked down her haughty nose as if he were something too inferior to understand, he truly despised her . . . enough to rid himself of the threat of her . . . if only he didn’t fear her power and lust for it with an equal abandon. 

Then her humor returned upon another dark chuckle as she purred, “The poor fool has no clue as to what’s going on around him or why, that none of us are what we seem to be, himself included. He’s in for a harsh education.”

The way she said it made Kaz very glad he had been quick to learn things could be much worse than partnering up with a demon.

Bianca turned toward him, allowing him to see what she really was behind the facade of exquisite beauty, her image flickering, faltering and then fading into a juxtaposed shape of pure evil without time or place or rules, an evil so horrendous, so ugly, he had to avert his eyes.

“He will cooperate, or he will be dead . . . or as good as.”
 
Burr! The icy undead Queen of Mean is back in town and looking for revenge upon the family of those who did her wrong.


Next week I’ll introduce the opposites attract main couple who are in Bianca crosshairs. 


Just got back from a fabulous five day, one woman (and occasional grandguy guest) hotel write-in to get back into my W.I.P. Got three chapters done and the momentum going again. How could I not in this lovely setting (with a pool, hot tub, exercise room and breakfast buffet!).


Many thanks to my sister for meeting me for dinner (eating one-handed with a broken clavicle!) one night and my D-i-L for indulging me at a great sushi place the next.


Happy Summer! And happy writing, Fellow Warriors!


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Sunday, June 30, 2019

WeWriWa: Home is Where the Heart Is . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT


What pulls you into a romance and holds your emotions hostage until the very last page? The heart of the matter is the chemistry between the hero and heroine. And that reaction between Max Savoie and Charlotte Caissie has been a combustible mix of banter, simmer and sizzle since book one in my “By Moonlight” series. While my publisher was reluctant to take on a series with a continuing main couple within the paranormal romance genre, Max and Cee Cee quickly won them . . . and readers over with scenes like this one from my W.I.P. RISE BY MOONLIGHT.

He sensed her before gates opened onto the long drive leading to their gracefully crumbling plantation house. Her essence teased up his nose, stirring his awareness like a smooth stone dropping into a still, deep pond as ripples of warmth and desire spread outward in eager little shivers. 

She was home, and everything calmed in his complicated world. 

He waited, still as the heavy antique furnishings, a tall indistinguishable shape teased out by flames from the low parlor fire as the front door opened, relaxing at the brisk staccato of stilettos on marble tiles. Her silhouette hurried by, then the tap of heels paused, backtracking until she framed the doorway the way she did his life, with her strength, proud stature and shrewd intuition, a smile flashing with her welcoming, “Hi.” 

His reply rumbled, a rough caress, “Welcome home, sha, and how was your day?” Simple domestic comments steeped in an intimacy that relaxed the taut line of her shoulders. 

“Same ole, same ole.” She entered the room with her long, confident stride, crossing to him as an end rather than a means to the rest of that day. Her fingertips brushed over the bristle of evening stumble on his cheek on their way to cup the back of his dark head, drawing him down to her for a slow, reassuring exchange as vital to both their lives as oxygen.

Sigh . . . Something to come home to, indeed! It’s good to know these two can still bring on the heat 14 books later.

This weekend, I’m away from home in the middle of a five-day writing vacation, taking up residence in a hotel suite with my new laptop and few distractions other than the pool and hot tub, exercise room, breakfast buffet and planned visits with my grandguy. My goal – to get back to the business of writing as my business (at least until I go back to work on Friday).


Business goes on, even if I’m on a break. So, I’m excited to announce a S-A-L-E (something I took advantage of last weekend while out of state shopping, sunning and relaxing with former co-workers at our annual summer escape. You can see from the above picture there was a bit of work accomplished even with the distraction of a fantastic view!). But back to the SALE! 


MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE from my “Touched by Midnight” vampire romance series will be priced at just $.99 (!) from July 1 to 15! I’ll be sharing from its pages for the next two WWW posts. I’d almost forgotten how much I enjoyed Nick and Rae. If you haven’t met them, this is a great opportunity to sink your teeth into the series!

Happy Writing Weekend fellow Warriors, and for those who celebrate it, have a safe and patriotic 4th of July!!


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Sunday, June 16, 2019

WeWriWa: I’m Your Boogeyman . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT


(Caution: R-Rated Hero) Some guys ya just don’t wanna mess with. Max Savoie, the dark hero of my “By Moonlight” shapeshifter series is that guy. Like my movie fav, John Wick, he just wants to be left alone to live his life with the woman he loves in the home he’s rebuilt. But when provoked, the legend he’s made his bones upon will rise again. And that’s a real worry for the poor schmo in this excerpt from my W.I.P. RISE BY MOONLIGHT . . .


Fear of the NOPD came nowhere close to the threat of New Orleans’ notorious former Mob henchman. Savoie’s name was whispered with the same awed terror as the boogeyman. He’d been the cold, soul-devouring darkness at the back of Jimmy Legere’s empire. The whisper of ill-fated doom, he’d answered to Jimmy’s call alone . . . until a tough as nails detective claimed his heart and his allegiance. 

Savoie had taken over Legere’s legacy, turning it from criminality into a powerful business entity. Now, he walked, bold as you please, into society soirees with the same unruffled aplomb he’d once maintained wading in blood and retribution.

Max Savoie was someone no one with a brain or a prayer for a future messed with.

Pomerelli had both.

Very quietly, Leo asked, “What do you want from me?”

How do you let go of a hero whose complexity and cool factor just keeps growing (ummmm John Wick IV . . .)? That’s been my problem while wrapping up my series with this 15th(!) book. You just can’t take the darkness out of a tortured soul . . . except when it comes to a good woman who can turn that Boogeyman into her Boogie Man. (Caution: ‘70s fashion)


Enjoy the (K.C. and the) Sunshine and party on, fellow Warriors!


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Sunday, June 9, 2019

WeWriWa: Truth AND Consequences . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT and the “By Moonlight” Series


Every hero needs a heroine who is his match. One who can hold her own, takes no prisoners (except in this excerpt!) and complements his weaknesses with her strengths. With a hero like Max Savoie, the enigmatic leader of the New Orleans shapeshifter clan who runs the now legitimate business empire of his former mobster boss, it takes someone like Detective Charlotte Caissie, in this introductory except from my W.I.P. RISE BY MOONLIGHT.

As detectives Caissie and Babineau exchanged glances, she took the lead with a brusque, “You’ll wear a wire.” 

Leo Pomarelli hedged at her offer, arguing, “They’ll kill me!” 

“Not if you’re smart, and you look like a smart boy.” 

He studied the undercover cop as she pulled off the scarf shadowing strongly cut café au lait features, taking in the aggressive bristle of black hair and hard dark eyes, his own narrowing as thoughts leapt beyond his own precarious situation to prompt a mutter of, “I seen you before.” 

“In my job, I meet the best kind of folks.” 

“No,” he mused, head tipping slightly, “not on the streets.” Then, realization struck like a fatal slug from her service pistol as he gulped, “On TV with Max Savoie.” 

Babineau arched a brow at his partner to allow, “You are a photogenic pair, Detective,” before smiling slightly at the rapidly paling criminal to take advantage of his rightful alarm. “And just how you think Max Savoie’ll react to hearin’ you made rough with his wife—his pregnant wife. Were I you, I’d stop worrying about your bosses and consider what he’ll do to you.”

Balancing lives and careers that are polar (and often ethical) opposites, the main couple in my “By Moonlight” series has had a lot to overcome as they’ve worked their way through emotional and biological baggage, and RISE BY MOONLIGHT is their final chance to get things right. But the road to Book 15 was as filled with as many potholes as Michigan streets in the spring. Good thing they have me for emergency road service that went into effect waaaay back in Book 2, CHASED BY MOONLIGHT!


Looking forward to seeing what you’ve been up to while I’m off the grid at a critique group weekend, where we’re reading each other’s chapters and hopefully writing some more of our own. Hope yours is as productive, fellow Warriors!!


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