Sunday, January 20, 2019

WeWriWa: “Taming of the Shrew” meets “Goodfellas” in BETRAYED BY SHADOWS


Reluctant hero Giles St. Clair doesn’t need a problem like Brigit MacCreedy to babysit. How much trouble can the head-strong beauty get into in two weeks? Kidnapping . . . manipulation . . . seduction. A preternatural clan war!With her family’s lives on the line, Brigit will do whatever it takes. The only thing in her way is a man she can’t bully or beguile. . . a Human, putting himself between her and her powerful enemies in a battle he can’t win. Enjoy this week’s taste of BETRAYED BY SHADOWS . . .

Giles St. Clair liked things arranged in neat, straightforward columns, days of the week, morning/afternoon, day/night, black/white, right/wrong, good/bad, and when something didn’t fit or fell into a gray area, that was when his life got complicated. Better to keep things simple so he wouldn’t have to dwell on them too deeply, something he’d learned from Jimmy Legere. 

Living under the mobster’s roof had taught him a lot about the world, generally, that it was a cruel, merciless place, but there was beauty to be found even in the meanest of circumstances if one looked for it hard enough. Jimmy called beauty the silver lining that quickly tarnished. 

Jimmy had been no philosopher, but he’d managed to see right to the truth of things, the same way he’d read the naive college boy Giles once was. Things were usually exactly what they seemed, and no amount of wanting and dreaming would ever change that. 

Brigit MacCreedy was one of those beautiful things that would appear in his harsh, ugly world to make him want and dream again. Watching her was like watching a sunrise, like seeing those first bright spring flowers pushing through the dead remains of winter. She was like poetry and music that teased the heart and transported the mind, but only for a moment because he knew the second he got closer, the minute he looked deeper, that surface loveliness would begin to dull and darken, and things would get complicated. 

So, he’d watch from a distance and appreciate what he saw without having to put her into one of the two basic categories that arranged the way he viewed everyone he met, a lesson his own father taught him: There were good guys and there were bad guys.

Self-sacrificing promises, deadly secrets, and dangerous pasts collide at a bayou crossroads in this “Taming of the Shrew” meets “Goodfellows” tale of consequences, redemption and finding love in all the wrong places in this e-only Book 7 of my dark shapeshifter “By Moonlight” series. I’m rather heartbroken that I don’t have the book trailer available for viewing since it was the first I’d scripted, but the text survives in the paragraph above. 


I’m using the loooong holiday to stow the last of Christmas away and keep up the momentum on the final “By Moonlight” book after a jump start at last week’s critique group weekend. What are your plans?

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors!!



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Sunday, January 13, 2019

WeWriWa: A Forgotten Past, a Future Lost - SEEKER OF SHADOWS



Shifter club owner Jacques LaRoche is fiercely protective of his freedom. Stripped of his memories of a former life, he longs for the mate he lost but can’t remember . . . until a mysterious stranger from the North quickens those dormant feelings and turns his comfortable world upside down. Scientist Suzanna Duchamps is used to hard decisions and self-sacrifice for the greater good of her kind as she seeks a way mend a genetic flaw to save a future generation. But when face-to-face with one of those tortuous choices she’d had to make, will she pick differently this time? Can a broken past be mended by risking all for the taste of a forbidden future? That’s what our hero is trying to decide in this week’s excerpt . . .

The problem wasn’t moral, it wasn’t guilt. It arose from that gut-deep panic Susanna Duchamps stirred inside him. The intensity of his reactions to her spooked him. Protective, possessive, aroused—a minefield of feelings he’d led Savoie through as his na├»ve friend had lusted ferociously after Charlotte Caissie. That’s what these sensations reminded him of, that helpless, out-of-control state males of their species struggled through until they claimed their mate. It wasn’t the kind of path a wise fellow started down unless he knew he could successfully reach the end.

There would be no happily-ever-after ending for him and the Chosen doctor. They both knew it.

So, would a wise fellow stay away from the flames or jump in to enjoy the fire until it burned him to ash?

No one had ever accused him of being particularly wise unless the word ass was tacked on to the end of it.


SEEKER OF SHADOWS, the 6th book in my “By Moonlight” series, is filled with confronting regrets and teasing second chances, all at a tremendous cost to two very different but equally driven characters from opposite sides of my ever-expanding paranormal world. Surprises, betrayals, and dangerous road trips to that mysterious and deadly “North” garnered some very nice praise from Publisher’s Weekly including, “Vivid writing, intriguing plot twists and a satisfying ending will keep readers coming back to Gideon’s magical New Orleans” and . . .


Difficult choices, noble intentions at a tremendous cost, chances not taken . . . we’ve all been there, weighing head against heart. If we could go back, would we pick the same priorities knowing what we do now?

And here’s a second chance at a great deal . . .you’ve only got TWO DAYS!






   

Hope the New Year is bringing good changes and smart choices, fellow Warriors!!


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Sunday, January 6, 2019

WeWriWa: HUNTER OF SHADOWS – A Dangerous Game


An assassin and a vengeance seeker, each with their own agenda, each pretending to be what they’re not, both unable to resist the other despite the danger of an alliance. I confess, I grumbled about stepping away from the hero and heroine from my first four “By Moonlight” books to embrace new couples in the continuing “Shadows” portion of the series . . . but I must admit, Nica and Silas had me at page one. Both strong, independent characters, motivated by others rather than their own needs. Both in denial of how right they are for each other as their goals put them at cross purposes in my first excerpt of 2019 . . .


“Do you think I trust you any more than I do him?” 

“You’re going to have to pick a side, MacCreedy.” 

“I pick my own side.” 

“Then you’ll lose,” Nica warned as she stepped in front of him, placing her palms on his chest, features grim, her tone flat, “because he’ll kill you . . . he will rip out your heart, and then he’ll eat it.” 

“Then I hope he chokes on it.” 

As he set her aside to continued his walk, she told herself, Let him go and rush headlong to his own doom, because any attempt on Savoie would be a perfect distraction, drawing attention away from her and her job, but as she studied his arrogant, determined posture, something in her snapped, making her call after him, “Silas, don’t be a fool.” 

He stopped and turned to her, his expression fierce, demanding as she caught up to him again, “Why do you care what happens to me?” 

She touched his face, letting her fingertips glide over his cheek and her thumb graze his lips, confessing, “Because I hate waste and your dying for a lost cause would be a terrible one, so don’t be a hero.” 

“I don’t have a choice.” 

They stood for a moment, gazes locked, then she stepped back with a bittersweet smile, letting him go.

It’s no secret, I adore tough, self-sacrificing, smart characters who are stupid in love with one another despite the odds. Silas MacCreedy – driven to protect what’s left of his family while seeking revenge against the cause of their trouble behind the guise of a detective’s shield while undercover as a card dealer in a mobster’s club. Nica Fraser – forced to bend her will to darkness to save her childhood friends, a cool assassin directed by unnatural forces in the North to a target that puts her at cross purposes between head and heart. Take a closer look . . .


And speaking of what the New Year rings in, here’s my first steal of a deal to sink your teeth into . . .


Looking forward to getting together with my critique partners next weekend to kick start 2019. I’ll be charting my SMART goals (Specific/Measurable/Achievable/Relevant/Time-Oriented). How about you?



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Sunday, December 30, 2018

WeWriWa: Strange Bedfellows – BOUND BY MOONLIGHT


When New Orleans detectives are forced to work with a shapeshifting reformed mobster – who is as unnatural as he is enigmatic – to save the daughter of one of their own before she becomes the latest victim of the killer haunting the Quarter, things are understandably tense. BOUND BY MOONIGHT, the fourth book in my “By Moonlight” series featuring tough as nails detective Charlotte Caissie, who now shares drawer space and headlines with her preternatural lover, Max Savoie, pushes both parties to the limit of trust and acceptance when she asks him to return to his criminal roots to help her solve a complex case before it’s too late. With his secret spreading, Max is forced to risk his family and his clan to join with a hated enemy as the loyalties that define them threaten to divide them forever. 

He heard something . . . something bigger than the usual rat or stray dog . . . probably just a couple of bums. Squinting blearily toward the heavy shadows, Detective Junior Hammond saw no movement, but something was creeping around just out of sight. 

Practically dancing with urgency, he ducked behind the dumpster to relieve himself, fumbling with his belt when he heard the low growls that vibrated with menace . . . dozens of them. He whirled around to see faint shapes slinking through the mist, their movements unnaturally fluid and quick, eyes glowing, way too high to belong to a dog as they drew nearer, huddling pack-like, sinister in their caution, predatory in their patience. 

He lurched forward, stumbling into the center of the alley, trying to tear through the effects of liquor and fear to think of how to save himself from these terrifying figures casting shadows that were half man . . . half something else. 

“Come on,” he shouted at the beasts that encircled him but came no closer, “what are you waiting for?” 

The ring of feral creatures parted, not to give him an escape, but to provide a purposefully dramatic entry. 

The swirl of his long black raincoat swept away the ribbons of fog as he approached with an unhurried stride, the rhythmic swagger filled with arrogance and lethal control. Hammond knew who it was even before he could see the hard angles of his face, even before the dim light glinted ruby red off his unblinking eyes. 

Savoie.


In January, I’ll be moving into the “Shadows” portion of the series, giving my favorite secondary characters their own stories, beginning with Silas MacCreedy, Charlotte’s new partner who brings unusual talents to the table along with his own agenda in HUNTER OF SHADOWS.

I’m enjoying a week with my grandguy to celebrate the New Year, and making resolutions for 2019 – beginning with finishing RISE BY MOONLIGHT and exploring other projects I’ve had on the backburner for far too long, some new, some old becoming new again. What are your plans for this brand new year?


Celebrate, fellow Warriors, by remembering why we do that voodoo that we do so well!

Happy New Year!!


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Sunday, December 23, 2018

WeWriWa: Trust Issues - CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT


Some say putting your faith in love is blindly foolish. But isn’t love blind? And without trust, how can a relationship grow, even one so . . . unusual as that between reforming mob enforcer/shapeshifter Max Savoie and NOPD police detective Charlotte Caissie. In this excerpt from CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT, the third book in my “By Moonlight” series.

“I’ve done terrible things, Charlotte, things I will never, ever share with you. Then you touched my face, my other face, the face of the beast, and you looked at me as if you saw something beautiful.” 

He turned to her, eyes glittering in the darkness, confessing, “I put that look of helplessness and terror into the eyes of others because I was like them—those men who kidnapped you and Mary Kate. Jimmy never told me I could be more than that, that there was more to me than the monster who’d forgotten what it was like to feel . . . until you, Charlotte.” 

“You were never like them, Max,” she told him softly. 

If he heard her, he didn’t believe what she was saying as he continued, “You were my chance, Charlotte, my chance to do something good, something right, my chance to remember where I’d hidden away my soul when I was just a child, and I swore that day I would never do anything to put that look back in your eyes, that you would never, ever have reason to fear me.” 

“I’m not afraid of you, Max, because I’ve always known I was safe with you.” 

He gripped her wrists so suddenly, she gasped as he leaned close to warn, “You’re not safe now, Charlotte, I’m not safe. I’ve always been able to control the other part of me, but now there’s something loose inside me, something without a heart, without a soul, and without a care for what happens to you . . . I’m afraid of what I might do.” 

“I trust you.”

CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT focuses on those seemingly insurmountable differences, particularly one they’re about to explore – the need for a shapeshifter male to bond with his mate, which will push our heroine’s trust to its breaking point in one of my favorite books of the series.


I’m already neck deep in holiday merriment with my oldest sister and b-i-l dropping in yesterday for the start of a 4-day weekend of gifts and nibbles. The festivities conclude next weekend when my younger son and his family arrive (leaving gifts AND my grandguy to visit for a week. HoHoHo!). I’ll be sharing from BOUND BY MOONIGHT before beginning with the “Shadows” portion of the series in the New Year.


Wishing everyone warm and wonderful celebrations!


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Sunday, December 16, 2018

WeWriWa: Max and Charlotte – Opposites Attract


Continuing with stops along my read-thru of my “By Moonlight” dark shapeshifter series, I’m pausing at book two, CHASED BY MOONLIGHT as the heat index rises as high as the stakes when Max’s implication in a high-profile murder case forces Cee Cee to step back from their relationship in order to prove him innocent . . . which would be easier if he wasn’t hiding something . . . or someone from her. As promised, here’s a glimpse at the NOLA detective through Max’s jaded yet inexperienced eyes.

He’d been in love with her for almost half of his life, though he’d barely spoken a handful of words to her for eight of those twelve years. Since the first fateful time they’d crossed paths, she’d become one of only three people he’d ever trusted.

She’d hit him like a locomotive while he stood frozen on the tracks, unable to move out of the way even as the whistle shrieked in warning. His emotions had been a train wreck ever since. Not prepared for her, he’d been startled, then amused when she got in his face, that sassy, sexy mouth ripping into him as if he was some small-time pick-pocket rather than the power behind the most powerful criminal in New Orleans, and he could think of nothing else but how those lips would taste.

She was a cop, the antithesis of everything he’d been since Jimmy Legere took him out of the swamps, grooming him from the time he was led away from the decomposing body of his mother to be the perfect weapon to wield against Jimmy’s enemies. Fierce and emotionless, Max had been feared since he was a teen. He’d heard them say he killed without conscience, but that wasn’t true. He hadn’t measured the right or wrong of what he did against the tremendous need to repay the man who’d rescued him, doing whatever was asked of him, without question, without pause.

Until Charlotte Caissie.

As absence makes hearts grow fonder, the unlikely couple is forced to see their budding relationship for what it is – an impossible yet irresistible challenge to overcome, if they can as the past as well as the present endangers their future together.


As next week leads into a loooong holiday weekend, I plan to get busier on RISE BY MOONLIGHT, following up on the progress made at last weekend’s day long Write In with a posse of Mid-Michigan Romance Writers of America pals in a Holiday Inn Express conference room. Here we are hard at work . . .



Whoops! Or rather enjoying a reward at the end of a prosperous day.

Lifting a glass (or a coffee cup) to all my fellow Warriors this weekend. May the Words be with you!



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