Tuesday, October 15, 2019


October is my favorite time of year and Halloween my favorite holiday. Goblins, Ghosties and, best of all, Goodies! I’m joining my fellow bloggers and BOOKHOUNDS for a sweeeeet Hop from now until the Big Day itself, Halloween, when I’ll be handing out a yummy $10 Amazon Gift Card that I’d love to tuck into your goodie bag! Sign up below (and take some extra chances, too!) then, make sure to follow along the Hop to see what treats my neighbors are handing out!

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Good luck to all!! Winner will be notified via email at the end of the Hop.

And now, another goodie – a sneak peek at RISE BY MOONLIGHT, the concluding book in my By Moonlight dark shapeshifter series! 

He felt 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. Ripples of warmth and desire spread outward in eager little shivers. She was home, and everything calmed in his complicated world.

Max 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.With a brisk staccato on marble tiles, her silhouette hurried by, then the tap of heels paused, backtracking until Charlotte Caissie framed the doorway the way she did his life, with her strength, proud stature and shrewd intuition. A smile flashed with her welcoming, “Hi.”

His reply rumbled, a rough caress. “Welcome home, sha. 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 stubble on his cheek on their way to cup the back of his dark head, drawing him down for a slow, reassuring exchange as vital to both their lives as oxygen.

Separately, the unlikely couple walked a parallel line of complications both tried not to cross. He was a criminal turned business powerhouse ruling a clan of shapeshifters threatened with extermination, she a fiercely determined detective sworn to protect a very different kind of citizen from a deadly truth about to overtake them. Though their paths were different, they led to the same end . . . to this house, this moment, and ultimately, to the survival of those they loved.

Max feared for her, not because she was weaker, but because she was his. Just, as she would ferociously claim he was hers. Two parts of the same whole now that they were a bonded pair. But those two parts would soon become a trio. They’d ever had any kind of normal family life growing up. But their child, he vowed every time he glanced at that ever-increasing midsection, would be different, fiercely loved, protected, spared the isolation and fear that had shaped both parents. Max would do anything to see that dream to fruition. 


If you're new to my By Moonlight world and don't have time to hurry through all 14 previous books, start at Book 9, REMEMBERED BY MOONLIGHT, which will bring you up to speed with the characters (Max and Cee Cee in particular) and the stakes to be achieved in RISE BY MOONLIGHT. Sink your teeth in and have a howling good time!

Happy Halloween and Happy Hopping!!

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

IWSG: Everything Old is New Again

Our Insecure Writers Support Group question for October is a doozy: It’s been said that the benefits of becoming a writer who does not read is that all your ideas are new and original. Everything you do is an extension of yourself, instead of a mixture of you and another author. On the other hand, how can you expect other people to want your writing, if you don’t enjoy reading? What are your thoughts?

I think the real question here is how is someone who doesn’t read able to write anything worth reading? Perhaps the question implies that this writer isn’t reading anything NEW for fear of subconsciously plagiarizing something he or she has just or is now reading. But what about all the things they’ve read to this point? Did all that input somehow just disappear from memory? Does this isolated author not watch TV, have conversations, listen to the news or music? ALL input influences our creative stewpot of ideas. It’s ridiculous to assume that not reading while writing makes all new material ORIGINAL. Smarter folk than me have already determined that there are no new ideas, just new interpretations of them. Fresh input is what stimulates the imagination, stirs What if's that fuel plots and character development. If you don’t embrace the beauty of words and ideas, how can you create either? 

On the other hand, while I’m writing in one genre, I make a conscious effort not to read books that contain the same threads I’m using – not because I’m afraid that I’ll duplicate them, but because I might get discouraged from the direction I’m going because my ideas aren’t as ‘original’ as I thought. The “It’s already been done and probably better” has killed many a great notion.

I’d as soon not eat as not read (actually, I should probably do a lot less of the former!). Reading stimulates creative imagination, giving us the primary colors we use for our own masterpieces. It’s all in the mixing and shading and exploration that a new great work is rendered.

Final take: A well not fed will soon run dry.

Find out what other IWSGers think by exploring the links below.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time.The awesome co-hosts for the October 2nd posting of the IWSG will be Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Mary Aalgaard, Madeline Mora-Summonte, and Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor!

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Twitter hashtag is #IWSG

Sunday, September 29, 2019

WeWriWa: Bad to the Bone . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT

If you’ve read the previous “By Moonlight” books, you’ve met the baddest of the bad guys . . . and SURPRISE, it’s a woman. Genevieve Savorie has been searching for her nephew Max since her pregnant sister ran away with the man she’d been promised for her mate . . . not to shelter the poor orphaned boy, but to control his inheritance of tremendous power. When she sweeps down from Chicago to New Orleans like a bitterly cold Nor’easter, it’s not to embrace him, it’s to destroy all he hopes to build within his mutinous clan. Meet Aunt Gen . . .

Evil whispered in his ear, “Hello, Michael. Friends again?”

He turned to face the lovely creature he’d once admired, back when having a soul was a deficit and cold cunning, the highest aspiration.

“You use that word as if you know what it means.”

“I’ve no use for things that get in the way of what I want or what our people need. Have you remembered what those things are or have you called me here for a different reason, one that would allow you to live beyond our reunion.”

She was so beautiful it was difficult to believe such evil thrived beneath that glamorous surface. Tall, fashionably garbed, flawlessly pale, dark in hair and soul, a lovely surface covering the blackest ichor, her resemblance to her sister went only skin-deep. She craved power the way poor Marie, had sought love, with an unquestioning fervor that brought about her destruction - a fate Genevieve would share if her nephew had his way.

In that moment, Father Michael Furness decided he would not fall with her.

Enjoy a little rockin’ anthem to those who play by their own rules . . . but ultimately lose by them.

I’m at a four-day Writing Retreat hopefully cranking out chapters toward the end of my “By Moonlight” series . . . a bittersweet ambition. How’s your weekend going, fellow Warriors?

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Sunday, September 22, 2019

WeWriWa: Dreams v Desires – RISE BY MOONLIGHT

The one thing I like the most about the returning heroine in my “By Moonlight” series is her self-sufficient determination. But strength can sometimes become its own weakness as Cee Cee discovers in this excerpt from my W.I.P.

Troubled by her restless demons, Cee Cee relied upon the heat and security radiating from the male beside her. It had never been her habit to depend upon anyone for strength, let alone a man once thought to be both mobster and monster, but Max Savoie had quickly become a habit impossible to break. Not that she wanted to, never that! But after a lifetime of caring only for herself with a determined, excluding selfishness, sometimes she had to remind herself to let him in, to trust him to trust her. 

Like now. 

She had no defensible reasons for hiding her agenda from her mate. If anyone could be counted on to support her choices, she need look no farther than the figure beside her. She knew that. But knowing and blindly believing were sometimes difficult to justify when standing at a crossroads of divergent paths, one that led to dreams and the other to desires. Difficult scales to balance upon an uncertain fulcrum.

In my opinion, the strongest and most admirable people recognize and admit their own flaws and by that, seek to improve. On the flipside, the best villains never do. They can’t accept the same imperfections in their own character that they demonize in others. Greed becomes ambition. Exploitation of the powerless is justified as for their own good or their protection. Cruelty is cloaked as teaching character. It’s hard to admit mistakes and much easier to blame them on others. It’s easier to take the credit than to share it with those deserving of it. Dreams and desires are there for the taking, regardless of who it hurts. And therein lies the line between hero and bad guy, a line that can be danced upon but never crossed. I’ll be looking for a good sneak peek of my villain to share next week.

Hoping to get more chapters in this weekend leading up to a four-day Write In near Lake Michigan starting on Thursday. Let the words roll!

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors!

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Sunday, September 15, 2019


The best part of disagreeing with someone you love is making up afterwards – even if you still don’t agree. ‘Don’t ever go to bed angry’ is good advice that’s kept my main characters together through 15 books, and today’s excerpt from RISE BY MOONLIGHT is no exception. 

“You look refreshed,” he murmured, smile neutral. 

“You look . . . Savoie, you are the hardest damned person to read sometimes, hell, make that most of the time,” she corrected, crossing to where he stood by their open balcony doors. The cool night breeze did tempting things beneath the thin T-shirt molded to her lush frame, the way her fingertips did along his shirtfront as she stepped up close. It wasn’t in her nature to hide from a problem, but she was a master at circumventing them with her sighed request of, “Could you just hold me?” 

“I can do that, Detective.” 

His big hands soothed along the tough line of her, one going high to press flat between the always capable shoulders, the other slipping low to rest at the tempting dip of her spine. She melted against him, all supple muscle and heat and, with a jolt, he realized, vulnerability. 

Head tucking beneath his chin now that she was barefoot, she sighed, “I don’t like it when we argue.” 

“Nor do I, sha.” 

Discussion tabled for the night, but not forever.

A calm before the storm of truth and consequences to come? Perhaps, but I’ll let them enjoy it . . . at least until next week. 

I’m taking part in the Midnight Reader Appreciation Day event on the Midnight Garden Reader Group Facebook page on Friday, September 20th as one of over 130 authors posting giveaways throughout the day. Stop over to join the group so you can get in on the fun, meet new authors, and have a chance to win some great stuff! Everybody loves free stuff! 

Had a great time last weekend with my critique group, plotting, writing, relaxing with Rocketman and homemade caramel corn (thank you, Steve!), and just plain absorbing creative energy from one another. The encouragement of like-minded folk is essential in our solitary career path. And that’s what we find here each Sunday with our fellow Warriors. If I haven’t said it enough, THANK YOU for your uplifting words and for sharing slices of your writing journey each week – a path none of us travel alone.

Enjoy the Weekend and Write On!!

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.