Sunday, April 5, 2020

WeWriWa: Getting to Know You . . . HUNTER OF SHADOWS


Soooo, last week we met Nica Fraser who our hero, Detective Silas MacCreedy has more than an inking is not what she seems to be. After they have more than one not a chance meeting, he needs to discover just what she is . . . if he’s going to stay alive.

Nica stepped closer, movements deceivingly relaxed, until they were toe-to-toe as she placed her palm on his chest to feel heartbeats strong and steady then asked, “What have they told you?” 

“All sorts of interesting things,” was his soft reply as his stare remained unblinking. 

She stretched up to nuzzle his warm throat, to breathe in his scent and taste the heat of his skin with her lips. Rubbing her cheek against his, she whispered, “What sort of things, lover?” then glanced up to find his stropped steel gaze upon her. 

“Impossible things,” he replied, his hands settling lightly at her waist, “I never would have believed if you hadn’t left your fang prints behind.” 

“You know Shifter females can’t change shape,” she reasoned, her pulse pounding wildly. He knew – and she couldn’t let him leave this room with that knowledge or everything she worked for, every sacrifice she’d made would be for nothing. 

Primal self-preservation kicked in, and she backed away. 

“So,” Silas asked, watching her closely, “if you’re not one of our females, what does that make you?” 

“More dangerous than you could ever imagine.”

Okay, not exactly the answer he was hoping for . . . but it’ll turn out to be just the one he needs in order to fulfill his own quest in danger filled New Orleans. Being a shapeshifter and a stranger, he’ll need all the help he can get as the “By Moonlight” series expands in surprisingly different directions to include deadly new opponents . . . who are no strangers to our mysterious heroine.


   

I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some fiction to carry me away. Things are getting a little too real in the world today. Sent my grandguy home on Thursday along with all his digitally turned in homework and the place is mighty quiet. Just in time for Spring to finally arrive.


Today’s goal is to suck up more Vitamin D if the rain stays away. Opening office and bedrooms windows (to be immediately filled with cats!) has done wonders for my productivity. Anything over 50-degrees is sunglasses and deck chair weather to me. The sun is coming up in my corner of the world. How ‘bout yours?

Stay safe and stay at home with a good book and a work in progress, fellow Warriors!


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Wednesday, April 1, 2020

IWSG: My World and Welcome to It!


Our April Insecure Writers Support Group question is: How are things in your world? Can anyone honestly answer, “Same ole same ole?” When the news of COVID-19 insidiously hijacked the news, the idea of a pandemic here in our hemisphere was like something out of a sci-fi movie. Scary and unbelievable at first, we all tried to carry on as if it was business as usual . . . until all those businesses began to close and the walls of our homes, likewise, began to close in around us. Here in Michigan, the voice of reason was our Governor. Calm, concise and compelling, she took hold of the panic and uncertainty and told it like it was going to be. Go home. Stay there! Yes, ma’am!

In our house, it’s pretty much business as usual, being retired, except for one thing, or should I say someone. While schools closed the week of the 16th, we opened our doors to invite my 12-year-old grandguy in for the duration (my D-i-L was working from home when also studying for exams toward a second degree and my son was on call). We’re going on our third week, which is great fun, except for homework. 7th grade math! Ewwww! I had to do homework in order to check HIS homework. Now, we have our system of class times interspersed with fun times and all is getting turned in. I think the most fun is his music class practice time. We’ve already requested new sheet music for drums and xylophone (the cats are NOT fans!).



Though knuckles are raw from handwashing and rainy weather has prevented walks, we’re hunkered down, supporting the local community with delivery service (gotta eat and they gotta get paid!) and ourselves with Netflix now that TV has gone mostly reruns. Not a bad deal!


Not to make light of the situation. The news is terrifying, especially in our state with the number rising so far so fast. We’re helpless but at the same time, not hopeless. So, all you all hang in there. I’ll be working on the last chapter of my second edit of RISE BY MOONLIGHT, the final book in my “By Moonlight” shapeshifter series, getting it ready to go out to Beta readers, working to pass 7th grade, and enjoying my grandguy’s synopsizing of the book I bought him to read for English, Broken Branch Falls: Beast World – Book One by Tara Tyler. Goblins, elves, high school bullies, what’s not for him to love?!

Stay safe out there and happy writing, fellow Warriors!!



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 April 1st posting of the IWSG will be Diane Burton, JH Moncrieff, Anna @ Emaginette, Karen @ Reprobate Typewriter, Erika Beebe, and Lisa Buie-Collard!

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

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Sunday, March 29, 2020

WeWriWa: The Life You Save Could be Your Own . . . Hunter of Shadows


After another week of hunkering down in the homestead, I’m eager to escape into flights of fiction with my Weekend Writing Warrior pals by revisiting another favorite couple from my “By Moonlight” series. Shapeshifter Detective Silas MacCreedy is the first new hero to step out with a book of his own in HUNTER OF SHADOWS and he quickly became one of my favorites. HoS is full of hidden agendas and unexpected twists, the first of which begins in the prologue when our hero interrupts what he believes is an attack upon a defenseless female who turns out to be anything but helpless! 


She was quick and impossibly strong. As they grappled, he realized to his amazement that even though he could have taken down the four males, despite all his training, he couldn’t seem to get the best of her - a skinny girl! - who was nobody’s victim despite what his first glance told him. 

The metallic flash of the badge at MacCreedy’s waist didn’t cause her to hesitate; it was the sight of the brand burned into his bared inner wrist as she wrenched his hand away from his gun that made her pause. 

She eased back with a small laugh, advising, “This is your lucky night cuz you get to live through it.” 

Who was this fierce, deadly female who killed with such deliberation then dispatched an unwarranted mercy? 

When she started to lift off him, MacCreedy gripped her arm in a staying gesture to demand, “Wait.” 

Surprised that he’d risk a return of that death sentence, she cocked her head as she studied his face, a slight, amused smile curving as she said, “As much as I’ve enjoyed the tussle, I’m in a hurry, hero, so the chitchat will have to wait,but I guess there’s enough time for a quick thank you, just to be polite.” 

She closed on him quickly. 

Braced for another attack, Silas was momentarily stunned by the sweetness of her assault as she took his mouth with hers, that unexpected deep-throated invasion engaging their tongues in a tangling flash of desire and cool mint before she pushed back to whisper, “Thanks for the rescue, even though it was bad timing.” 

And she was gone, leaving MacCreedy laid out on a slab of dirty stones between two bodies, with the taste of her on his breath and her heat burning in his blood.

Two outsiders on their own dangerous crusades unable to resist their attraction to one another. What could possibly go wrong? More on that next week . . . 


   
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NANCY GIDEON RETURNS TO HER STEAMY NEW ORLEANS PRETERNATURAL WORLD WITH AN IRRESISTIBLE NEW SHAPE-SHIFTER ROMANCE.

The secrets he knows about her could get him killed.

Transferring to the New Orleans Police Department, Detective Silas MacCreedy has a hidden agenda: to secure his clan’s place once again in the Shifter hierarchy. What he didn’t count on was stumbling upon a sexy assassin who could shred his best intentions and lead him into a dangerous dance that threatens to engage his heart.

But the ones he doesn’t know . . .

Monica Fraser knows just how to make a man beg—for his life. But she has no clue how to fight her attraction to the fiercely intense detective who seems determined to get in her way, both professionally and intimately.

. . . could kill them both.

When emotional attachments to the past and an unexpected glimpse of a different future have her questioning her deadly purpose, Nica must discover the truth about her secret abilities in order to free herself from the forces that control her. But that freedom comes with a price—trusting those she’s been ordered to eliminate.


Still paging through edits of RISE BY MOONLIGHT in my office when not running a 7th grade classroom downstairs. Grandguy returned for another two weeks, which is hard on the icebox and brainpan but a total joy otherwise while Sheltering in Place. Scary stuff outside, so hope all of you are taking extra precautions!!

Happy Reading and Happy Spring (through the window), Fellow Warriors!



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Sunday, March 22, 2020

WeWriWa: Worlds Apart . . . Seeker of Shadows


Nothing could be farther apart in my “By Moonlight” series than two pieces of a species whole – one controlling the icy, intellectual realm of the North and the other, beasts of labor huddled along the docks of Gulf. For a brief forbidden moment, those lines were crossed by a young scientist and her hulking bodyguard until their tryst was discovered and he was ripped from his love’s arm and left for dead in New Orleans without a memory. When Susanna Duchamp has the chance to reunite with her mate, their reunion is more agony than the ecstasy she’d imagined.


Susanna gave up on trying to work, her thoughts fragmented, emotions that were rarely tested were tied in a knot. 

Seven years ago, she’d done the right thing, the only thing she could to save them all. There’d been no other choice, no options, and if she hadn’t let him go, instead of pacing the floor in an agony of frustration, he’d be dead . . . but knowing that truth didn’t lessen her pain.

Tears burned in her eyes as she watched his restless movements, knowing he struggled against feelings he couldn’t understand. His desire for her wasn’t natural, not like the earthy affection he had for his female staff, yet it couldn’t be broken by distance or anger or the drink he finally reached for. Its power couldn’t be rejected or denied.

She had a family in the North, he had a life here. Their politics, their pursuits, their physiology, none were compatible. There was no hope for a future, no solution now, any more than there had been then. She’d been wrong to think so when she’d been young and giddy with passion, but now she had no excuse.

Can love conquer all, even when one side can’t remember the other and has no reason to trust her? SEEKER OF SHADOWS is all about finding a way back together from impossibly different sides – especially when there’s an indisputable middle ground binding them together.


NANCY GIDEON CONTINUES HER COMPELLING, SENSUAL NEW SERIES WITH A SEDUCTIVE TALE OF FORBIDDEN ALLEGIANCE AND REDISCOVERED LOVE.

His town.

Susanna Duchamps came to New Orleans to settle a debt and to temporarily escape the controlled constraints of her life among the Chosen. What she finds is an opportunity to make miraculous strides with her research into Shifter genetics . . . and an unexpected, but never forgotten, man from her complicated past.

Her rules.

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 . . . until the enticingly familiar presence of a mysterious stranger from the north ignites a primal, nearly uncontrollable need to release the untamed beast inside him.

Their last chance.

Susanna dares not tell Jacques it was she who sacrificed his past and her future years ago, to protect him and the secret she carried. But her arrival in New Orleans comes with consequences. When a bloody confrontation erupts between their enemy clans, will she betray her lover once again—or throw her own life on the line so they can finish what they started?


As central secondary characters in my “By Moonlight” series, Jacques and Susanna both play vital roles in the survival of their clans and their species and I’ve had great fun bringing them back for one last stand in RISE BY MOONLIGHT (Just completing the second edit!).

Right now, the world needs more heroes, and everyone has a chance to become one in conquering this latest villain, COVID-19. My household has been battened down this past week with the welcome addition of my grandguy, whose been testing my ancient knowledge as I supervise his remote 7th grade classroom assignments while son and D-i-L are working in a different city. This English Major finally discovered what a predicate is! 


I’ll be on the road taking him back home this weekend but hope to check in to see how everyone is holding down their personal forts. I have no skin on my knuckles from all that hand washing!

Stay safe out there and stay home with your antiseptic keyboards!

Happy Writing and Happy SPRING!!



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Sunday, March 8, 2020

WeWriWa: I Second that Emotion . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT


One of the best things about the tedious task of editing (aside from seeking and destroying errors!) is revisiting your characters and the build up of emotions. The overwhelming thing about doing it in Book 15, is having a cast of thousands (okay, hundreds!). But those secondary folk are far from secondary citizens as many have gone on to anchor their own stories. So, while I’m inching closer to a finished project, I’m going to showcase those best bros and gal pals as they first appear and their final evolution in RISE BY MOONLIGHT.

Jacques LaRoche, owner of the Shifter bar, Cheveux du Chien (Hair of the Dog!) and leader of New Orleans dockside clan, is the first of his kind Max meets in the anchor book of the series, MASKED BY MOONLIGHT.


“So,” LaRoche began conversationally, “Legere passed his business to you. Vantour wanted us at his back, but he would never allow us any power, his only interest in our kind is what we could do for him. What about you, what would you do for your kind Savoie?”

“Tell me why I should care about people I don’t know, who never reached out to me until I held something they wanted.”

“We were afraid of you, walking on the outside of us, standing in the shadows of those who would use us and hurt us. Why would we trust you?”

“Because I can protect you if you work with me.”

LaRoche’s eyes narrowed, watching Savoie’s attention drift to the human women he’d brought in with him, before he challenged, “You don’t have that kind of power.”

“But I could, if I can control the docks.”

“We would follow someone who would set us free to walk as men do, and though you say that be you, I’m not so sure.”


Though their first conversation isn’t exactly cordial, the strength of their growing friendship helps establish Max as the pure blood “Promised One” who is believed to be the savior of their people. That bond continues to grow throughout the series, but is challenged when Jacques, who was dumped in New Orleans without a past, is confronted with it in SEEKER OF SHADOWS. More on that next week!


So, it’s back to the scene-by-scene word battle! Hope all y’all who are affected by it remembered to turn ahead those time pieces as Daylight Saving Time rears its ugly head.



Before I start napping to make up for that lost time, I’ll be by to see what you’ve been up to.

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors and Happy Writing!



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Wednesday, March 4, 2020

IWSG: Tradition!

The March topic for our Insecure Writers Support Group is: Other than the obvious holiday traditions, have you ever included any personal or family traditions/customs in your stories?

I’ve been writing a paranormal shapeshifter series for over a decade (currently finishing up the last, #15, of my “By Moonlight” books!). Its populace and the setting of New Orleans are a world away from mine here in Michigan, so I’ve been going out of my way to establish traditions/customs that are polar opposites of my own. Other than the very human partner of my heroine having a backyard BBQ, there haven’t been many chances for our worlds to connect. Half the fun of writing is living outside the safe and predicable boundaries of your own yard in ways that are new and exciting . . . and sometimes, dangerous! 


One annoying custom that I do suffer from is Daylight Saving Time, which steals an hour of sleep and/or writing from me this Sunday. The only ones who benefit from this unnatural change are my cats, who get fed an hour earlier.

A tradition I AM going to investigate is St. Patrick’s Day. Time to immerse myself in all things Shamrocky before a three-week writing trek to Ireland later this spring with two of my critique partners. I think I’m already fairly fluent in Guinness.

Looking forward to visiting your posts this month.


Happy Writing and Happy Spring (my favorite season!)!!


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 March 4th posting of the IWSG will be Jacqui Murray, Lisa Buie-Collard, Sarah Foster, Natalie Aguirre, and Shannon Lawrence!

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Twitter hashtag is #IWSG

Sunday, February 23, 2020

WeWriWa: Back in Time Pt. 2 . . . MASKED BY MOONLIGHT


After leaving the suspense hanging between my hero and heroine last week, I figured I’d better let you exhale with the continuation of that scene in this week’s Weekend Writing Warriors excerpt:


He tasted her slowly, firmly, riding the jerk of her chest, gentling his hold on her hands, then finally releasing them. Her palms came up to rest against his shoulders, motionless at first, then beginning to push. He lifted off her by a scant inch, his stare delving into hers. His breathing hurried.

“Max, stop.”

That hoarse whisper still didn’t convince him. The tip of his tongue lightly rimmed the fullness of her lower lip, the gesture so provokingly intimate she trembled with a helpless chill of response.

His challenge brushed silkily over the damp part of her mouth. “I will if you mean it.”

And for a moment, for one startling moment, she didn’t.

Oh boy, she’s in trouble now. And that trouble goes from better to worse to awesome over the course of the next 14 books in the series. That’s a pretty long-dang time to exhale but I think I finally have that HEA wrapped up in RISE BY MOONLIGHT thanks to encouragement like this from PW to keep me going the distance.


Before I move on to the other books/characters in the series, here’s another taste of MASKED BY MOONLIGHT.


Here’s to having a final draft ready for Beta readers by next weekend! (Okay, I’ve said it out loud-now to make to so!)

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors and Write On!!



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Sunday, February 16, 2020

WeWRiWa: Back in Time . . . MASKED BY MOONLIGHT


As I’m trekking forward in my (hopefully) final edit before BETA reads, I’ve found myself having to go back to the beginning before completing the end of my journey with Book 15 of my “By Moonlight” series. Back to where things were starting to heat up between Detective Charlotte Caissie and the criminally ambiguous, Max Savoie after he rescues her from a vicious attack.


“You killed those men.” 

He didn’t admit it, not exactly with his rumbling, “I’m sorry, did you want to get to know them better?”

“You rushed in to take on armed men with your bare hands? Are you insane?”

“Should I have just kept walking?” His gaze locked into hers, eyes heating, darkening with something she’d never seen in them before.

“Step back, Savoie.”

Her gruff command must have lacked conviction because his head lowered until his breath feathered against her lips, soft, warm.

“Don’t.” Not quite so tough.

I adore these characters . . . and thankfully so did my Pocket editor, Micki Nuding when she purchased the first three anchoring books of the series over a decade ago (after I’d already turned down an offer from another house for just the first book). A writer’s dream to have input into titles, back copy and cover continuity (and yes, for those who watch sleeze TV, that is Jax from Vanderpump Rules!), a fabulous training ground for when I’d self-pub. Pocket went on to publish three more paperback and two e-only books, and I continued with five more, with my current W.I.P., RISE BY MOONLIGHT, #15 to conclude the series. Sigh . . . and to think it all started with a three-chapter paranormal shapeshifter proposal for an entirely different project that got turned down (Moral of story: Don’t toss out those old ideas!!)


My next endeavor, working toward getting my rights back to those first six books so I can make them available and affordable.

Looking forward to seeing how you’ve been spending your keyboard time!



Happy Writing! And Happy belated Valentine’s Day!


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Sunday, February 9, 2020

WeWriWa: Back to Business . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT


I’ve been pretty much absent for the past month, either sick or off with writer pals, but now it’s time for both me and my W.I.P. to get back to business. And in this scene from RISE BY MOONLIGHT, my hero Max Savoie is all about long overdue business with his past and with his pack.


Max Savoie was hardly a stranger on the docks. As Jimmy Legere’s enigmatic enforcer, he’d often stood at his boss’s back, a silent grim reaper shadow warning of dark deeds to come. Since he’d discovered his kinship to those who toiled at the dank Mississippi’s edge, his presence sparked different reactions, welcome in some, suspicion in others depending upon whether they viewed him as savior or destroyer of their kind, but none were neutral.

Though he could move like a ghost, unfelt and practically unseen, Max chose to let those of his kind sense his presence immediately. Instead of his usual Armani, he wore casual chinos and a plain tee shirt beneath the long sweep of his black raincoat to signal this was no business visit. Work stopped as his red hightops traveled the water-pooled concrete, no greeting hailing him from the suddenly still and silent group, making him feel about as welcomed as a cargo of spoiled shrimp.

Philo Tibideaux exited the foreman’s trailer Jacques LaRoche once made his home. The tall redhead purposefully didn’t welcome him with a nod, nor was there any sign of one in his inscrutable expression as he waited on the top step for Max to come to him. He let Max wait a long, rather uncomfortable minute at the foot of the stairs before finally offering a cool greeting.

“What brings you out in the light of day, Savoie?”

I’m almost finished with a second edit of RbM and from there, it’s off to BETA readers while I get all my PR efforts in order along with cover, back copy and plans to promote. I’ve seen a rough copy of my cover and WOW, it’s to die for. Can’t wait to show you the final product. Until then, it’s back to the keyboard to take care of the business of writing.


February is one of my favorite months because it’s the shortest one of winter leading into spring. Hope those of you in chilly states like mine here in Michigan are staying warm. Until next week, Happy Writing, fellow Warriors!!



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Wednesday, February 5, 2020

IWSG: Every Picture Tells a Story

Our Insecure Writers Support Group question for February is: Has a single photo or work of art ever inspired a story? What was it and did you finish it?

Yes! In my case, I blame it on the debut of MTV. As a stay-at-home mom with a new baby, the music and videos carried me back to my rather wild rock-n-roll college roots, encouraging me to join a record club (vinyl, remember them?) to pad my long-neglected collection. On the back of one of the LPs, I don’t remember which, there was a picture of the group’s drummer. I couldn’t look away. What a perfect pirate he would make! (In fact, one of their later music vids had a rather swashbuckling feel to it!). While trying to nap between feedings for the new kid on the block, I daydreamed about that swarthy fellow. Piece by piece, a story came together, first in my mind then on notebook paper, becoming my second completed manuscript (the first is still in a box somewhere). And in August of 1987, THE PIRATE’S CAPTIVE debuted under my pen name Dana Ransom alongside SWEET TEMPEST, a historical Regency also written for Zebra Books as Lauren Giddings, my first two published books. And I owe it all to Rock’n’Roll.



I’m very visual when I write. For each book, I put together a folder (either physical, digital or both. Now, I even use Pintrest!) filled with images that support or inspire my current WIP. Faces of characters, clothing they’d wear, places they’d live or travel to. I hang my daydreams on those images as the story emerges and finally expands into text (I’ve come a long way since notebook paper and a manual typewriter). So, in my case, every picture helps me tell my story.


But when I think of a picture that inspires me to finish those stories, it’s this one on my desk of my critique group of over 25 years strong! Their steady stares all say the same thing: “You should be writing!”.


Have a happy shortest month year and Happy Writing! Looking forward to reading about your inspirations!




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 February 5th posting of the IWSG will be Lee Lowery, Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Jennifer Hawes, Cathrina Constantine, and Tyrean Martinson!

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Twitter hashtag is #IWSG

Sunday, January 12, 2020

WeWriWa: This Kiss, This Kiss . . . MIDNIGHT KISS on SALE!


One question started it all . . . “Have you ever considered writing a vampire romance?” This was back in very, very early 1990 when Anne Rice hit big with her dark antihero and the market was wide open in romance. I was meeting with my Zebra editor (Love you, John S!) at a conference where we were discussing my ongoing historical contract and were looking for other avenues to absorb my prolific output. Vampires? I promised I’d consider it and went up to my room to put my feet up. Vampire . . . romance. My horror movie dark side sunk its teeth in and within the hour, I gave him a call back to let him know I had an outline for a three-book series. Silence. Then a stunned request that I send it to him. It was in the mail before he got on the plane. MIDNIGHT KISS was the first in that trio (finally expanding to 8), historically set in Regency London, MIDNIGHT TEMPTATION in post-revolution France and MIDNIGHT SURRENDER in Turn of the Century New York, following Louis Radman and his undead family as they try to evade sworn enemies and find a way to exist in a changing world. Here’s an excerpt from MIDNIGHT KISS . . . 

It was dangerous folly for him to hold her, yet he couldn’t resist. So warm and sweet, so filled with pulsing life, she nestled into him like a trusting kitten, shivering weakly, clinging with surprising strength. 

He lowered his face into the untidy spill of her dark hair, nuzzling those glossy tresses, nudging without real purpose until he found himself at her vulnerably bared throat. He pressed his mouth against it, feeling the beat of life beckoning seductively until his eyes rolled and drifted shut and his hunger rose, cleverly disguised as pas­sion.

A week, a long, torturous week since he’d last drawn nourishment. His insides burned with a glassy fire, that searing heat, gnawing for want of satisfaction. And the cure was here, offered so sweetly.

The need was too strong, too immediate. The mon­ster within roared to life, an exquisite pain shooting through his gums, lancing all the way up to his cheekbones as the changes began that would allow him to sate a hunger so fierce it was like madness. There was no hope of halting it until Arabella sighed, blissfully unaware of her precarious situation, her hand touching shyly to the back of his head, stroking gently through his hair and re­markably, inexplicably, the beast in him was tamed in an instant.


I still love this book, though it may seem dated by today’s PNR market (I’m unapologetically dated, too, tho still pretty hip for an old gal!! That hasn’t been replaced – yet.). It opened a new otherworld of options for me writing under my own name, leading to my current shapeshifter series that I’m elbow deep in second round edits bringing it to a conclusion.


   

MIDNIGHT KISS is currently on sale for just $0.99. Hope you’ll be tempted to take a look, and that it will entice you enough to continue through the series into modern day. And it all started with a kiss. 


I’m at a four-day Writing Weekend with two of my critique partners. Four days of writing . . . sigh. And an ulterior purpose – discussing a potential vacay to Ireland. Hmmm, I wonder if those kind of books are popular? 

Happy Weekend, fellow Warriors. I’ll be on the road but promise to visit all of you. I’ve been remiss lately due to the holidays. And, as always, Happy Writing!!


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