WeWriWa: A Knight’s Paranormal Tale

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Sunday, May 28, 2023

WeWriWa: A Knight’s Paranormal Tale


My two favorite vacays were to Las Vegas – a glittery fantasyland where time and belief is suspended. While staying at the medieval-themed Excalibur the first time, it was easy to pretend you’d slipped back into the past (nothing says medieval like eating chicken with your fingers!), into a world of gallantry and honor where brave knights participated in tournaments and carried the colors of their fair ladies. Just the kick I needed to develop the last book in my paranormal romance contract with BelleBooks, MIDNIGHT CRUSDADER, the final book in my vampire romance series, “Touched by Midnight.” Nothing says romance like a lovelorn noble who damns himself in order to follow his love through centuries to save her and, hopefully, break his curse. Now a detective on leave in the City That Never Sleeps to find and reclaim the future he was denied, Gabriel must do more than rescue his fair Naomi – he has to get her to remember him. As a new Peruvian temple rises on the Strip, the evil it houses stirs to life, becoming not only a threat to the star-crossed pair but to humanity, itself. Enjoy a taste . . .

Midnight Crusader (Touched by Midnight Series - Book 9)

Published: May 4, 2011
Length: 228 Pages

A love without end . . .
Having given up his mortal life to search for his lost love through the centuries, vampire Gabriel McGraw begins his final crusade to free her from an enemy’s grip against the glittery backdrop of Las Vegas. But is she the same woman he loved and lost or an equally dangerous foe who could betray all that he believes in?

Naomi Bright’s memories go back no farther than her arrival in Sin City. Does her hidden past conceal madness or a truth too terrible to be believed? Compulsion draws her toward a medieval fantasy world, and obsession to a man she instinctively knows but can’t remember.

Will finding the answers release her from her prison of fear? Or will it ensure that she loses everything - her life, her love . . . her soul?

“ . . . another enthralling and soul-stirring vampire romance.” —BookReview.com


 The Excerpt 

He sank back into the shadows, watching her confusion as she scanned the sidewalks for him. He stayed out of sight with an anguished purpose. He hadn’t meant to reveal himself to her, not so soon, not so spontaneously without planning the result.

But he had, and he had his answer.

He passed his hand across his eyes, covering the tender torment that came with beholding her image. The sound that escaped him was half strangled sob, half moan of longing.

She didn’t know him.

No recognition sparked her gaze. No awareness leapt at the sound of his name.

He meant nothing to her.

(. . . and a bit more . . .)

How could that be when she was the very breath in his body, the very reason for his heart to continue beating in its unnatural rhythm somewhere between heaven and hell?

The scent of her lingered. The perfume she wore had passed from her tender skin to his hand, and he inhaled deeply until intoxicated by fragrant memory. Violets. Her favorite. The delicate bouquet had teased him through centuries, quickening his hopes, his desires, his dreams.

She was here. And she would be his at last.

And he would never, ever let her go again.

I’ve just gotten back from a wonderful weekend filled with friends and fiction at a writers’ retreat in Grand Haven, Michigan. It reminded me of how much I need my writing time (even though I spent the weekend editing a romantic suspense that I started at LAST year’s write in!). It was a small group this year, just seven of us all working on vastly different projects but the energy was palpable. I came home with a completed revision and, unfortunately, a miserable cold. Worth it!

Now, to get back to work at my own desk . . .



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9 comments

  1. Such a heart-breaking line - he meant nothing to her.
    Get well soon. Summer colds are not fun. Tweeted.

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    1. She feels he's familiar but can't remember from where. My cold is gone, finally! All that playing in the dirt in the sun.

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  2. Beautiful excerpt but also heartbreaking. It makes me think of loved ones who had dementia when they passed. My father had vascular dementia. He still recognized all of us but was sundowning and confused reality with scenes on TV. My aunt had Lewy body dementia. She didn't recognize anyone, but she was always giggling, which I interpret as her being in a good place. A small mercy that. My partner had early onset Alzheimer's. He was 12 years older than me and died at 62. At the end of it, there was nothing left of him.
    I know you weren't discussing dementia. Sorry for going off on a tangent! The snippet made me think, which can be dangerous!
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    1. (((HUGS))) The loss of any part of self is a terrible thing but the loss of what makes you YOU is the hardest to accept by those who love you.

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  3. That has to be devastating, that she doesn't remember him. Now what's he going to do to make her remember? He seems to be a man who doesn't take no for an asnwer!

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    1. Even though he believes the meeting had no impact it starts a chafe of awareness she can't let go until she discovers what draws them together.

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  4. great snippet. lots of emotions in a few words.

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  5. It does feel good to get away. Just returned from one myself. Family trip though, not a lick of writing. Just getting back to it today. Enjoyed the snippet. Great capturing of pain in the forgotten.

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