Interview & GiveAway with G.L. Ross author of Turbulent Passion

Turbulent Passion by G.L. Ross Interview Questions #2

Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
Book one of the Flyboy Trilogy is Turbulent Passion, which happens to be my first contemporary romance. The Flyboy Trilogy is a suspenseful, sexy, love story centered around the airline industry.

How long did it take you to write?
Turbulent Passion evolved four times over two and a half years. The final take actually came to me in a dream, which is why Lance’s story unfolds from his dreams.

What inspired you to write this story?
Initially I wrote this book as a message for women. I want women to know it is okay, actually honorable, to wait for real love rather than lust. Yes, sex is enjoyable, but making love is out of this world. The story evolved into a suspenseful, humorous, love story; a story that is fun to read, a story that causes you to laugh and cry out loud. A story that makes you search for your significant other.

Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?
Definitely Captain Lance Miller. Lance is an arrogant manwhore you want to despise, but you can’t help but love him because of the little boy hidden inside him craving love and acceptance. Lance is every woman’s dream, he is a sexual god who will put your satisfaction first, his body makes you drool, his voice makes you pant, he will ride in on his white horse and save you, he will do all of this but only after he checks his hair in the mirror! Lance is yummy, but he knows it which is a turn off, yet at the same time quite humorous. One reader wrote to me, “I love Lance. He is hot, but so in love with himself I have to laugh. I swear if Lance could do himself he would!” Creating Lance is fun because I know so many men like him. Men who are alpha male, arrogant, gorgeous manwhores who literally fall apart when they meet the one woman meant for them. Men will change; improve, but only for one woman – their soul mate.

What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
I was a singer and dancer at Six Flags Over Texas while in college. I performed in the Southern Palace & Crazy Horse Saloon. I love music! I love entertaining.

If you could be any famous person for one day, who would you be and why?
If the person doesn’t have to still be living I would say Marilyn Monroe. It would be so fun to be the sexiest woman ever for one day! If the person needs to be alive I would either want to be Oprah or Barbra Streisand. As Oprah I would share my wealth with many foundations and agencies, be very philanthropic. If I were “Babs” I would hold a huge concert and sing my heart out!

If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one book you’d absolutely wish to have with you?
The Dummies Survival Guide for being Stranded on an Isolated Island.

Do you collect things, like stamps, or key chains, or shoes?
I collect giraffes! I love them!

Favorite food for breakfast?
Hmmm my mind is going several directions…Hee-hee. I guess French toast with powdered sugar and cinnamon. (Delivered by Lance, if possible) 

What is your favorite time of day?
Late at night when the house is quiet. I love crawling into bed with a good book.

As a writer, if you could turn back in time and do things differently, would you? What would you change?
I would advertise the book several months in advance prior to release…But, better late than never…right?

Turbulent Passion coverTurbulent Passion
The Flyboy Trilogy
G.L. Ross
Print Length: 213 pages
ASIN: B00GSRF5UE
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Book Description:

Bold, arrogant, and gorgeous are three words which describe the playboy of International Air, Captain Lance Miller. Unbeknownst, to everyone touching Lance’s life, is the fact Lance harbors a secret, a secret which continues to affect his relationship with all women. Love and trust do not exist in Lance’s world, only lust, sex, dominance, and an occasional busty blond.

Naïve, new hire, Flight Attendant, Lisa Price recently graduated from college and is desperately searching for her destiny, a destiny which at this time does not include a man, especially a pilot. Lisa is driven to succeed in all areas of her life, but she too has a secret. A secret she must choose to be embarrassed by or to honorably embrace.

Is it possible these polar opposites will find passion and trust in each other’s arms, enabling them to relinquish control and share their secrets, or is their attraction far too turbulent to pursue?

Discover Lance & Lisa’s secrets in Book One of the Flyboy Trilogy: Turbulent Passion.
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About the Author:

GL RossG.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters “happily ever after” endings.

Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation.

Whether through laughter, prayer, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, the first book in the Flyboy Trilogy.

Website: www.GLRoss.com
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Guest Blog & GiveAway: The Lycan Hunter by Kelsey Jordan

A lot of my readers express interest in Lykil, the god of destruction. He’s always eager to talk and likes to be the subject of conversation. Of all my characters, he is the one who pesters me the most. Suffice to say he was open to the idea of being interviewed.
~*~*~
When I asked for this interview, Lykil agreed on one condition: I had to treat him to drinks. The bar we meet at isn’t the nicest I’ve seen, but it is far from being the worst place to have a drink. The bar is relatively quiet since it’s still early afternoon and a bit too early for the Happy Hour crowd. I have a feeling I’m going to go broke by the end of this interview.

KJ: [Looking around at the unassuming bar] I thought you would have picked somewhere more…upscale.

Lykil: Humans and their wasted questions. I thought about it, but Torin said free beer didn’t need to break your pocket. I shouldn’t listen to him. He drinks swill and calls it beer. [He picks up his mug and takes a long drink.] What else do you have for me? I know you can do better than that.

KJ: If there is any domain you could rule instead of Destruction, what would it be?

Lykil: That sounds a lot like envy. I don’t envy anybody. I’m the cool kid–wait do they still say that?

KJ: Your beer is empty. Do you want another one?

Lykil: That’s not a serious question, is it? [He waves over the bartender and orders another beer. Apparently he’s been here awhile because there’s a tab.]

KJ: Do you think you’ll ever get over Afri?
Afri and Lykil used to date. They split up a really long time ago, but neither of them seem to be over whatever bad feelings culminated in their breakup. Still I should have known better than to ask about her because his face becomes etched in fury. I think he really hates the goddess of love.

Lykil: Hate is a strong word for what I feel for her. [He shrugs, takes a long draw from his glass before looking at me again.] I’m over her. We’ll never be in a relationship again. That’s all I’ll say about that. Now give me something fun.

KJ: I have a fan who wanted to ask you a question. Is that okay?

Lykil: I love my fans. Yeah, ask.

KJ: They’re my fans actually, but okay. Vera asks: If you could trade in your God-powers for a day and roam Earth (yes our lil’ planet), what would you do (first)?

Lykil: Like be human for a day? Um…She knows who I am right? That’s like asking if I want to be Kyran for the day. He works to hard for my tastes. As for her suggestion–yes, I’m aware of her suggestion–tell her I can think of infinitely better circumstances to be smacked. None of them involve clothes.

KJ: Um… I don’t know what to say to that.

Lykil: [laughing] I’ve had no complaints when a female is at a loss for words.

KJ: Wow, um, yeah. It’s time for a different topic. You like video games. What are you playing now?

Lykil: I tried NBA2K14 today on Ronan’s recommendation. Not my gig. I like to kill stuff and cause general chaos. Right my time revolves around Grand Theft Auto V and Call of Duty: Ghost.
My eyes glaze over a bit because he starts talking “gamer” and I’m lost because, well, I don’t play video games like that. Still I’m aware that Call of Duty: Ghost is a war game or something.

KJ: So you like war?

Lykil: No. That bastard can get plucked limb from limb–oh you mean, like battles. [He shrugs]. I’m the Champion of Lycans now so I guess to some degree I have to like the fight on one level or another. I don’t. The Forever War is boring now. It’s gone on too long and hasn’t gotten anything accomplished.

KJ: Ideally, who would win if you could pick?

Lykil: Me. Why would I want to lose the Forever War to Vili?

KJ: But you aren’t actually fighting. Besides, I meant between the Lycan and Hunters. Who should win?

Lykil: Neither. You’re mortal so you don’t understand the gravity that extinction has on the universe. I do. I’ve erased more than my share of beings from existence. Everything doesn’t need to be destroyed so that another can exist.

KJ: That sounds like something Vili would say.

Lykil: [He laughs]. I have my moments of wisdom.
Just then Torin, Lykil’s “babysitter” appears and nods. Something is going on. I want to ask, but think better of it. Lykil motions over the bartender so that I can settle the bill.
I was right. He’s trying to make me go broke.

lycan hunterThe Lycan Hunter
Gardinian World Novel Book 1 by Kelsey Jordan
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781492119845
ASIN: 1492119849
Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 103,000
Cover Artist: Kelsey Jordan

Book Description:

Kyran of the Blue Ridge Pack has spent most of his life searching for an end to the Forever War. Finding a Hunter among their greatly diminished ranks who was willing to forgo their “shoot first” mentality was harder than it seemed. Then fate–or the gods–gifted him with Alexis James, a petite Hunter with a nasty habit for killing his kind and a need for his surgical skills.

Alexis only has two wishes in life: make it through her next assignment, or die a relatively quick death. With a heart hardened by miserable circumstances and painful memories, her view of kindness and common decency was marred by scars of swift retribution.  So when the blue-eyed Lycan saw fit to save her life, she wondered: At what cost?

After eight thousand years of war, the end is becoming a reality, but is the possibility of peace worth Kyran’s soul and possibly Alexis’ life?

Excerpt

Alexis stood outside of the small, weathered hotel room she’d reserved and scanned the horizon. She’d made it to Nowheresville, North Carolina without a single Hunter sighting. Granted, it had taken her three days to make it here, but that had more to do with the ridiculous amount of energy she spent to stay away from heavily populated areas, avoiding the areas that she remembered had past issues with Lycans, and trying to be mindful of her healing stomach.

She sighed and went back inside to stare at the horror movie ugly tropical wallpaper and depressing furniture. All of it needed to be updated. One look at the front desk clerk/owner and Alexis knew that the man’s beaten body wasn’t capable nor did it care for things like twenty first century amenities. There wasn’t a shiny new flat screen mounted on the wall or nice faux marble counter tops in the bathroom. The only TV she had to watch was a turn knob set, that when she checked, only had three channels. The bathroom was a beach-bungalow-don’t. Overall the décor was a clusterfuck of stuff that didn’t make sense. The depressed beach atmosphere was at odds with the fact that the hotel was over a hundred miles away from any beach. Maybe it was to remind the guests of where they really wanted to be.

She collapsed on the well-worn bed and thought of her next move. She needed to turn in her rental and get a new one sometime soon. Over the next few days she would have to make it to New York and eventually she would make her way to Ireland. Flying to Ireland would be both cheaper and faster, but taking a cruise would give her some time to decompress.

Ireland was the perfect place to go. There were very few Lycans there and Hunters never stayed for long durations. Alexis was sure that Ireland was one of the few places that she would be able to relax a little until Kyran pulled together whatever he was trying to do. That was her plan, despite knowing that it was highly unlikely that when the war did come to an end that she would be around to appreciate it.

She was just getting comfortable when there was a knock at her door. She drew her weapon and glanced through the peephole. It was the front desk clerk. She cracked the door as far as the slip chain would allow. It was a flimsy defense, but paranoia and overzealous defenses would keep her alive.

“Yes?”

“Hi ma’am, I just wanted to check and make sure you were cool enough. These old AC units don’t work as well as they should sometimes.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Well if you need anything feel free to let me know.”

“Thanks, will do. Goodnight.”

She closed the door, slid the deadlock in place, and went over to the backpack Ronan had given her before she left. He had tried to give her his credit card, but she refused. She didn’t need a way for Kyran to track her, but she also carried cash–a hundred grand–on her at all times. That paranoia and knowledge that her parents had been gunning for her death for years made carrying cash a necessity.

Fifteen minutes later, she had finished cleaning, oiling and reloading her guns when another knock sounded at the door. This time the clerk wanted to know if she had enough towels. Ten minutes later she answered it to have him give her info on the local area. Another knock sounded and Alexis rose from the bed and stashed away any hopes that she would get a restful night’s sleep.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, but I wanted to warn you that the local sheriff just called to say there is a bear wandering around. He is notorious for rummaging near city limits.”

“Thanks. I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well, I don’t know if you are licensed to carry, but just remember to shoot as fast as you are accurate.”

“I’ll remember that.”

She tried to keep the look of surprise off of her face as he told her some information on the continental breakfast she could get in the morning before he excused himself back to the front office. She closed the door on his latest interruption and began packing up her cleaning supplies. It was time to leave.

There was no way she was staying for breakfast. If it was anything like the décor she might die from ingesting it. There was also the fact that there was something up with the clerk.

No hotel, at least not one this unloved, would allow its clerks to be so overly attentive. It was like he was checking on her. Whoever he was he knew the mantra about how to shoot that Torin had taught her. Was it possible that the old man just happened to know it? Yes, but she wouldn’t take any chances.

Alexis tensed as a soft rustling brought her attention from slipping on her holster. It was possible that it came from the room adjacent to hers, but walls weren’t that thin. Were they? She shook her head because from what she remembered there had only been one other car in the parking lot and it was at the other end of the lot at one of the rooms towards the end. The only logical place the sound could come from would be from the back of the hotel where a tree-lined field was located.

She rolled to the floor as silently as she could, keeping her body below the low lying window. It wouldn’t matter if whoever was outside had infrared, but it was better to assume that they didn’t.

She grabbed her bag and slung the straps over her shoulders just as two shots fired.

The rounds entered low on the wall and buried themselves in Sheetrock next to her.

Crap, high powered rifles with barrel silencers. Fan-fucking-tastic.

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About the Author:

KelseyJordanLike everyone, Kelsey has her share of vices, which typically centers around sinful frappes made with Blue Bell Coffee ice cream, late nights hanging out with her demanding muse, spending an embarrassing amount of time reading, and napping.

When she isn’t indulging in her love of books, music, late nights with her muse, and delicious, but fattening frappes, she is spending time with her husband and daughter.

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Guest Post: Her Dakota Man

Her_Dakota_Man_finalHer Dakota Man
Dakota Hearts
Book 1
Lisa Mondello
Genre: contemporary romance
ISBN: 9781940512006
ASIN: B00FRSX700
Number of pages: 108
Word Count:  37,000
Cover Artist: Melyssa Naujoks of Purple Girl Design
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Book Description:

Everyone knows that the Dakotas didn’t get the name Badlands for nothing.  Harsh weather and rough living are a way of life.  But single dad, Logan McKinnon, had seen more than his share of bad times after the death of his wife a year ago.  The last thing he needs is Poppy Erickson, an old flame and his late wife’s best friend, showing up unannounced to help after devastating floods nearly washed away their hometown.  With no place to stay in town, he has no choice but to offer her a bed at his house.  But can he live under the same roof with a woman he’d once loved passionately without feeling he’s betraying his late wife?

Poppy Erickson had spent the year wondering how all their lives might have been different after hearing the death bed confession of her childhood friend.  She’d left South Dakota years ago because she couldn’t bear to watch the man she loved loving another woman.  But now she knows the truth.  She’ll keep the promise she made to a friend, but will Logan understand when he learns the truth?  More important, can they again recapture the passion that had been between them all those years ago?

Book Scrapbooks, My New Obsession by Lisa Mondello

Readers often ask me how I come up with my ideas for my stories. I have no problem coming up with ideas for my stories because I get them from everywhere. What I sometimes have problems with is nailing down the details of setting and the description of my hero and heroine.

I started book scrapbooking as a way to get me in the mood of writing a particular scene and to keep track of details. My book scrapbooking is much like a scrapbook you would create for your family and friends. The only difference with my scrapbook is that I don’t cut-and-paste photographs into a premade scrapbook. I usually rip out pictures from magazines, or print off pictures from the Internet, of people and places that fit the story am writing and I stick them into a manila folder.

Boring!

I almost never look at my book scrapbook once I’ve torn the page and put it in the manila folder. My readers never see what I see when I’m writing the story. What fun is that?  So I thought it would be cool to finally learn how to use Pinterest so I could create a board where my readers could see the world that I create the same way I do as I’m writing.

This is all new to me, so if you are an experienced Pinterest user, let me know. I need a 101. But so far I’ve had a lot of fun searching the web and pinning pictures to my boards.  It’s become my new obsession.  You can check out my Pinterest board for Her Dakota Man and Badland Bride at http://www.pinterest.com/lisamondello/pins/.

  Excerpt:

One look on Logan McKinnon’s face told Poppy that his foul mood had very little to do with the devastating destruction all around the Badlands of South Dakota…and everything to do with her showing up in town after nearly ten years.

She didn’t have to be standing next to him to feel his anger simmering just below the surface of his composure.  Sitting in her rental sedan was close enough.  What the hell was she thinking coming back home?  Why had she made that ridiculous promise to Kelly?

She parked the car next to his truck and took a deep breath, mumbling under her breath as she pulled the door handle, “This may just turn out to be the stupidest thing you have ever done, girl.”

Truth was, even as pissed off as Logan looked, he was still an amazing sight to see.  Part of her had hoped that she was wrong.  That she’d gotten over him a long time ago.  That she’d take one look at him, make sure he and Keith were okay, and be able to get back in her car and drive right to the airport in Rapids City.

He turned to her, standing tall and proud.  His thick dark hair blew in the March wind, fluttering around his face and making him all the more strikingly handsome.

Yep.  Stupid.

He was taller than she’d remembered, and he’d long since lost that too-lean teenage body that had driven her crazy in her youth.  He worked hard on his ranch and it showed in how much his arms and chest had filled with muscles.

Despite the cold, he’d taken off his jacket while he worked in the yard and Poppy had a clear view of just how much his male body had filled out in places she’d dreamed of touching.

Lord, help her.  She was in trouble.  And she hadn’t even stepped out of the car yet.  She pushed the door open and stepped outside to get it over with.  It was either going to be the shortest visit on record…or a life changing experience she’d been dreaming of ever since she was a teenager.

“Hi, Logan.”

Logan starred at he for a long, agonizing moment.  She read the emotional tug of war playing on his face as the sudden chill from the South Dakota winds bit into her exposed skin like a whip.

Then his expression turned hard.  “What are you doing here?”

He must have heard the car drive up.  But Logan’s four-year-old son, Keith, remained focused on the mud puddle he was poking a stick into to even notice anyone was around. That was good.  The next few minutes would go easier for both of them if Keith weren’t aware of the tension.

Logan stared at her as if he’d been startled.  Or maybe too focused on making sure his four-year old son, Keith, was safely playing nearby to notice her car had driven up.

Or perhaps he’d been too pre-occupied with assessing the damage the recent angry South Dakota weather had done to his property.  Poppy had seen just how Mother Nature had shown no mercy to her childhood town as she drove from the airport to the ranch.  She couldn’t exactly blame Logan for being in a foul mood because of that.

Seeing her was just the icing on the cake.

“What the hell are you doing here, Poppy?” he repeated.

She took in a deep breath, smelled the muddy earth and decay all around her, and said, “I came to help.”

He took one long look at her, from her high-heeled boots, up the length of her legs, pausing at her hips. She could almost feel his eyes as if he were staring at the flesh beneath her fresh pair of blue jeans. When his gaze finally reached her face again, she slid her sunglasses to the tip of her nose and stared right back at him in challenge.  A slow smile played on her lips.  She could never last as long at this as Logan before caving into laughter.  But she knew Logan was in no laughing mood.

“Poppy Ericksen.  Rudolph was practically washed off the map from all that rain we had?  After all this time, what makes you think I need anything from you?”

Even though his voice was even, she could tell he was still pissed. But he’d never show it.  Keith was still poking at the mud and puddles on the driveway just a little ways away, completely unaware of present company.

“What’s the matter, Logan?  You don’t look happy to see me,” Poppy said, pulling her sunglasses off her face with a wary smile.

About the Author: Lisa Mondello

USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Lisa Mondello, has held many jobs in her life but being a published authors is the last job she’ll ever have. She’s not retiring! She blames the creation of the personal computer for her leap into writing novels. Otherwise, she’d still be penning stories with paper and pen. Her first book, All I Want for Christmas is You won Best First Book in the Golden Quill. Her books have finaled in the HOLT Medallion, and the Colorado Award of Excellence contests.

In 2011 she re-released her award winning book All I Want for Christmas is You along with a re-issue of her romantic comedy, The Marriage Contract, with a new contemporary romance called The Knight and Maggie’s Baby. In 2012 she reissued the first 3 books of her popular Western Romance Series TEXAS HEARTS including Her Heart for the Asking, His Heart for the Trusting and The More I See.

Writing as LA Mondello, her romantic suspense, MATERIAL WITNESS, book 1 of her Heroes of Providence series made the USA TODAY Bestsellers List. You can find more information about Lisa Mondello at lisamondello.blogspot.com.

Connect With Lisa Mondello: Website/Facebook/Twitter/Goodreads

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Guest Post & Spotlight: Jessica Frost Author of Sexy Men of Mystery Series

Should Halloween be a national holiday?

By Jessica Frost

 Has anyone ever wondered why Halloween isn’t a national holiday? We all celebrate it in one way or another.

Kids around the planet are staying out until nine or nine thirty that night, trick or treating and feasting on sugar while they collect their goodies. Adults are up even later giving out treats or receiving tricks from discontent kids, who aren’t happy with what they were given.

Other adults might also be indulging in the candies and chocolates, themselves, either because of no willpower or because they didn’t want to see good leftover candy and chocolates go to waste. I fall in that category or course. J That’s the excuse I give myself for treating myself to the leftover candy at the end of All Hallow’s Eve. It’s a shame to let all of that sweet candy and chocolates go to waste, right?

If we celebrate Boxing Day, then why not celebrate Halloween? What is the difference between the two? Is Boxing Day more important than Halloween? Do more people celebrate it than Halloween?

And if Halloween ever became a national holiday, what would happen? Would traditions change? Would kids stay up later collecting treats? And how would making Halloween a national holiday affect our economy? Would it boost it, like Boxing Day does, or would it have little effect?

Being that Halloween is one of my favourite times of year, tied with Christmas, I do wish it would one day become a national holiday. That way I can spend more time enjoying giving out candy and eating it, as well. And staying up all night watching my favourite horror classics like Dracula, Night of the Living Dead, Phantom of the Opera, and The Exorcist, or better yet watching a The Walking Dead marathon.

Yup, if Halloween ever becomes a national holiday, I’ll be one of the first ones to cheer, along with all the kids and fellow avid horror and candy lovers out there. And I’ll also be doing my funny Happy Halloween dance.

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A Witness's SubmissionA Witness’s Submission
Sexy Men of Mystery
Book Three
Jessica Frost
Genre: Erotic MM Paranormal Romantic Suspense, vampires, light consensual BDSM, whipping
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Date of Publication: August 3rd, 2013
ISBN: 978-1-62740-340-5
ASIN: B00ESKH52E
Number of pages: 103
Word Count: 27 284
Cover Artist: Harris Channing

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Book Description:

After witnessing his father’s murder, Victor Bronte runs for his life. He hides out in a pub where he meets Mark Murphy, a charming, handsome guy who’s had his share of bad luck. They quickly hit it off, making Victor forget the killer’s after him.

Mark Murphy’s been wallowing in self-pity ever since his cheating ex broke his heart. When he meets Victor, the sexy hunk who offers him a supporting ear and a drive home, he quickly forgets his woes and becomes smitten. As their love blossoms, they promise to take things slow. Not an easy feat when the urge to tear each other’s clothes off and make passionate love dominates their every thought.

But that’s the least of their problems because the killer’s still out there, and now he has a new target. In order to protect Mark, Victor has to give the killer what he wants. But he has to figure out what it is first. To do that he has to go back to the very place his father was murdered. Time is ticking, and so is the killer’s patience and desire for blood.

 A Witness’s Submission Excerpt:

It was like the Fourth of July! Stars exploded in Mark’s head right before the shock subsided and the pain set in.

Victor just punched him smack in the eye! Moaning, he tried to stop the throbbing.

“I’m so, so sorry, Mark.” Guilt plagued Victor’s face as he jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen to get a hand towel. He tossed ice cubes in it and came back a few seconds later, placing the towel on Mark’s right eye. “Please, put this on it to stop the swelling.”

Mark did what he asked and stared at him with his good eye. “What was all that?”

Victor sighed. “A nightmare, I guess.”

“Was it a nightmare? Because the look in your eyes now that you’re awake tells me differently.” He paused. “You have the fear of God in you.”

Victor turned his gaze away. “It’s probably my imagination.”

Mark placed his hand gently on Victor’s. He was obviously hurting and Mark wanted to help him like Victor had helped him the night before. “You can talk to me, you know. I’m a real good listener.”

“I can’t,” Victor stated with fear in his eyes.

“Victor, I can see how much this is bothering you and how scared you are now. Even last night, I saw how emotional you were and how you tried to hide it from me.” He remained motionless. “In your dream you were shouting at someone that they wouldn’t win. That they murdered your father and that now you’d be coming after them.”

Tears began to film Victor’s eyes and he turned completely away. He waited to compose himself, before replying, “It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.”

Mark gently pushed his shoulder, so he would turn and look at him. Cupping his face, he peered long and hard at Victor. “Something is bothering you. It manifested itself in your dream. Please tell me what it is. Maybe I can help you, even if it’s just by listening.”

Victor shook his head. “If I tell you, I’d put your life in danger.”

Mark eyes widened. “Then it’s true. Your father was killed?”

Victor leaned into Mark and let the sorrow break free. He cried silently, only a few tears escaping his eyes. But Mark’s strong, wide shoulder and his kind and gentle strokes on his arm seemed to be enough to help him find courage inside to speak. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he sat up and peered into Mark’s eyes.

“My father was a private investigator. My mom was his research and office assistant until she died four months ago. After that, I took over helping him. He was working on several cases, which I assisted him on. But there was one that he worked on alone for months. When I asked him if I could help, he refused. He’d get nervous whenever he had the file open on his laptop and I’d walk into the room. I’d see him rushing to change the screen before I could see anything he was investigating on that case.”

He took a deep breath and continued, “A few weeks back, he started acting weird. He was nervous, scared. I asked him what it was, but he said he couldn’t tell me. Not yet. And on the morning of the day he was murdered, he warned me. He had said if anything ever happened to him, that I shouldn’t trust anyone, even the police. That I should just get out of Tinley Town, go far, far away, and never come back.”

Mark frowned. “Why would he say that?”

Victor shrugged. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me more. And now I’ll never know because he’s gone forever.” He sighed and blinked, trying to dry the tears that threatened to escape.

Victor continued to tell him the graphic details of his father’s murder and when he was done, Mark rubbed his back and hugged him. “I’m so sorry for what you went through. And you had no one to talk to, just keeping it all inside you.” He kissed his cheek sweetly and hugged him tighter. “I’m here now for you and I will help you through this.”

Victor didn’t speak. He closed his eyes and hugged Mark back for a few minutes. Breaking free, he added, “This may sound crazy, but I have this uncontrollable feeling in the back of my mind that the killer is following me. He can see me. He knows who I am.”

Mark furrowed his brow. “You feel like he can see you now?”

Victor shook his head. “No, not now. This sounds so crazy!”

Mark tilted his head and shrugged. “It could be you’re paranoid. And I don’t blame you after what you’ve been through, what you saw. Or maybe you’re right. Maybe the killer has been following you ever since you ran out of your house door yesterday. Either way, you need to call the police. They need to investigate your father’s murder.”

Victor moved to stand, pure terror resonating from his eyes, his body. “I know, but whatever my dad was investigating was big, real big. He didn’t trust the police on it. And he said I shouldn’t, either!”

“Calm down. I’m not the enemy here, Victor. I’m your ally, your friend who wants to help you in any way I can.”

Victor sat back down, his eyes cast to the floor. “I’m sorry for over-reacting, but my nerves are rattled.”

“I know.” Mark sighed, then after some thought added, “You still need to report your dad’s murder to the police. You can’t let his body rot, abandoned in the house. You also need to bury him.”

With the word “bury,” Victor’s eyes seemed to water. He blinked. “I know that. That’s why I plan on going back there today. Report the murder. But before that, I need to get my dad’s laptop and all his files on this mysterious case he didn’t want me knowing anything about.”

Mark’s heart began to beat faster. “No, you can’t. Your dad said it’s too dangerous. He said you should get out of Tinley Park and never go back.”

Victor gazed at him. He cupped his cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips. “You’re an amazing, sweet, kind guy, Mark. I can see in your eyes you’re worried.” He sighed. “But you have to understand that I’ll never be able to live with myself if I don’t solve this case. I need to know what my father was investigating and more importantly, I need to know who murdered him. I want justice served, my father’s murder avenged.”

“Even if it kills you?” Mark said, his voice cracking with stress.

 

Covet Thy NeighborCovet Thy Neighbor
Sexy Men of Mystery
Book Two
Jessica Frost
Genre: Erotic M/M Paranormal Romantic Suspense, vampires, light consensual BDSM, whipping, paddling
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Date of Publication: April 15th, 2013
ISBN: 1627401180
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-889-2
ASIN: B00CT35ZKG
Number of pages: 103
Word Count: 31 700
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
Print: Amazon   BN
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BN  KOBO  Sony

Book Description:

Detective Nicola Dupré is back at work after a six-month sick leave, but he’s still haunted by his sister’s tragic death. When Captain Moore gives him an unofficial undercover assignment to befriend the sexy, charming Nero Thorn, the erotic writer Nicola idolizes, he quickly accepts. He thinks it’s an easy job until he gets to know the mysterious BDSM author. Overwhelming emotions he can’t explain draw him ever closer to Nero.

Nero Thorn’s a recluse and he likes it that way. When he literally bumps into his shy, handsome new neighbor, Nicola Dupré, sparks fly. He’s drawn to Nicola like a moth to a fire and he quickly falls in love. But he has a dark, dangerous secret he’s kept hidden from the world for years. If Nicola ever finds out who he really is, he’ll run away in fear.

There’s a serial killer out there, and the murder of his sixth victim was written in Nero’s last novel before it ever happened. There’s a connection between Nero, the sixth victim, and the killer, and Nicola has to figure it out before the killer strikes again.

Excerpt Covet Thy Neighbor:

Nicola gazed at the book, then up at Adam, who peered at him with a curious look as if he waited for some type of reaction. “A book? You give me a book.” The poor lighting had Nicola turning and twisting the book so that the streetlight’s illumination a few feet away could beam on it.

“Look at the name.” Adam gestured with his extended finger.

Nicola’s brow lifted when he read the name Nero Thorn. “Look at that. One of my favorite erotic suspense authors has a new book out.” He flipped the trade paperback over to check out the back cover blurb, but the unreadable black print made him squint. “You shouldn’t have,” he joked.

Adam’s eyes rolled. “It’s not a present.”

Nicola nodded. “I figured that. But how is this book The Messenger’s Gift going to prepare me for my meeting with Captain Moore tomorrow?”

“Read the back cover and see if it reminds you of anything.”

Nicola groaned. “Sorry, I can’t see it. It’s too dark.”

“Wait a second…”Adam took out his cell phone and slid his thumb on the screen until he found whatever he looked for. “I have the perfect app for just this situation.” All of a sudden a bright light beamed from the phone’s screen.

“A cell phone and a flashlight, too. Will wonders never cease.” Nicola marveled at it.

Adam half laughed. “I got a ton of apps just as cool as this that I can show you.”

Nicola put up his hand. “Nope. Not interested. A cell phone was made to make calls, not be a multipurpose gadget.”

Adam grumbled, turning off the light feature, and began to place the phone back in his pants pocket. “Fine, then forget the whole thing.”

Feeling like a horse’s ass, Nicola halted his movement. “Sorry. Bad joke. But you know I’m not a tech geek.” He pointed a wagging index finger at the phone. “Go on, give it to me.”

Once Adam did as he asked, Nicola began to read the blurb, which described one hell of premise. “Damn, that’s good,” he said once he finished.

Adam gave him a big-eyed, sideways glance. “And?”

“And what?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t it remind you of a murder that happened here just two months ago?”

Nicola shook his head. “Sorry. I hadn’t been keeping up with the news in Chicago. So, a dismembered body was found in this park?”

Adam nodded. “Exactly how it’s described there in that book.”

Nicola frowned. “Well, it’s probably some whacko who wanted to make Nero’s fiction story reality.”

Adam shook his head. “No, can’t be.”

“Why?”

“Because the murder happened before this book was ever released.” Adam crossed his arms.

“So then Nero based his story on the murder.” Nicola shrugged.

Adam chuckled. “How could he base his story on a murder that still hadn’t happened?”

He shook his head. “What? You’re not making any sense, dude.”

Adam exhaled deeply and then answered, “Nero wrote the story a year ago, before the murder ever happened. But the story was only released a month after the murder happened.”

“Well, maybe the murderer got an advanced copy of the book and was inspired by it.”

Adam shook his head again. “Not possible as no advanced copy was available yet. The book was supposed to be released this week, but the publisher decided to publish it little more than a month after the murder happened. They thought it would boost sales. And they were right. Sales soared and it’s a best seller.”

Nicola stared at the copy. “Okay, that’s creepy and one hell of a coincidence. But I don’t get what it has to do with us and why we’re here talking about it.”

“Because, partner, that is what Captain Moore is going to talk to you about tomorrow.”

“What? About the murder?”

Adam added, “Yeah, we’ve been assigned to the case. You and I. I’ve been working closely with the captain for the past month and he’s been prepping me.”

It dawned on Nicola. “Oh, so that’s why you know so much about this book and the murder.” He flipped the book in his hand as he stared at it. “So Nero is a suspect?”

“Sort of. But he has one hell of an alibi for the night of the murder. And reliable witnesses to back up his alibi, too.”

“Then he’s not the murderer.”

Adam tipped his head from right to left. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Nicola stood and stretched his legs. A cramp had begun to form, tightening his neck and shoulder muscles. “Did Captain Moore tell you what I’ll be doing?”

“Oh, yeah. Since Nero isn’t considered an official suspect, it won’t be your everyday detective’s work. So you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”

Nicola knew that look Adam gave him. “Oh, no. It’s that bad?”

“Well, it depends on how you look at it. If moving into the condo next door to the sexy author who you once told me you’d do anything to have one night with, just to see if he’s as good in bed as the heroes in his stories, doesn’t appeal to you, then yes, it’s that bad.”

Nicola’s jaw dropped and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Excuse me! Did I hear correctly? The captain wants me to move into the condo next to Nero’s?”

Adam’s lips tightened and he nodded.

“What, as in an undercover operation?”

“Exactly! An unofficial undercover operation.” Adam pointed at him as if he had just deciphered a phrase in the game of charades.

“Why me? I’ve never done undercover work. What if I goof up and blow the whole operation?”

“You’re the best man for the job. You’re one of Nero’s biggest fans, and since you don’t yet feel up to working full-time in homicide at the precinct, it’s a good assignment to start getting your feet wet.”

Nicola sat down again and shook his head.

Adam frowned. “Why are you doing that?”

“I’m still in shock. It’s like I’ve just been cast in the lead role for a story in The Twilight Zone.”

 

To Serve and ProtectTo Serve and Protect
Sexy Men of Mystery
Book One
Jessica Frost
Genre: Erotic MM Paranormal Romantic Suspense, vampires, light consensual BDSM, whipping
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Date of Publication: January 4th, 2013
ISBN: 1627401180
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-355-2
ASIN: B00B88R9DO
Number of pages: 84
Word Count: 25 727
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
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Book Description:

When Detective Jacob Brown arrives at the scene of a massacre, he sees a mysterious man escaping. One victim’s still alive. It’s Vincent Brewster, Jacob’s ex-lover who dumped him months ago, breaking his heart and then disappearing.

Later at the hospital, when Vincent sees the handsome detective, he thinks it’s love at first sight. Although Vincent can’t remember who he is, he’s sexually attracted to Jacob.

While Vincent wants to get closer to him, Jacob wants to run away.

But the killer’s still loose. Jacob must protect Vincent and help him get his memory back. This means he has to remind him of their past, including the bondage sex they enjoyed. He vows to do whatever it takes to get Vincent to remember. When his and Vincent’s feelings of love resurface, it’s hard to resist Vincent’s seduction.

What they don’t know is Vincent and the serial killer now have a connection—a supernatural one. And the killer’s coming for him. Can Jacob protect Vincent and help him get his memory back before the killer finds him?

Excerpt To Serve and Protect :

“Man, sometimes I hate my job,” Troy Adams, Jacob’s partner of three years, said as he walked ahead through the debris and darkness in the narrow alley.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Jacob looked at him, noting his friend pinched his nose in disgust when he turned to face him.

“But like it or not, we have to scout it out. Captain’s orders.” Troy shrugged.

Jacob huffed, nodding. Troy was right. They had no choice.

The anonymous call the station received an hour ago led them to this search. The robotic voice claimed a third body in The Cleansing Killings would be found here. It was only the twelfth call of this sort they had received this week. All the others had led Jacob and Troy, the detectives assigned to the killings, on a wild-goose chase. Odds were this one would turn out the same.

Yet he couldn’t quite shrug off the funny feeling crawling up his spine that danger lurked not that far off. The peculiar sensation that someone was watching from the shadows in the corner behind them kept haunting him. He twitched as a cold and then hot bolt of panic possessed his body.

Damn it, relax, Jacob! Pull yourself together. He needed to calm down. Big time! Five years on the police force and three years as homicide detective had conditioned him to always be prepared, never lose his cool. He knew if he did, he could put his life, or worse the life of his partner or an innocent civilian’s, in jeopardy. But knowing this didn’t help him at all. His fears and untamable imagination had thrown him a curveball he couldn’t control.

He tried to direct his mind off his paranoia by taking several deep breaths. Speeding in his gait, he opened his mouth to say he should lead and Troy could follow him, when his partner stopped in his tracks. Unprepared, Jacob almost plowed into him. Jumping to the side to avoid the collision, he cursed. “Watch where you’re going.”

His friend and partner didn’t hear him. He was too busy taking out his gun from his hidden holster and shouting, “You over there, freeze!”

Jacob gazed in the direction Troy aimed his gun while reaching for his own. About ten yards ahead of them two lifeless bodies lay on the ground and someone was crouched over one of them. The giant male held what looked like a machete over the torso.

When the mysterious person heard Troy’s warning, he stood up and darted over the body, heading in the opposite direction.

Troy sprinted after him, shouting back to Jacob, “We got him. It’s a dead end up ahead. He’s got nowhere to run.”

“You go after him and I’ll check on them.” Jacob motioned as he ran to the two men lying on the ground.

The second he reached them, he knew it was too late. At least for one of them. One of the men, who appeared older and shorter, lay on his back, his chest split open and his heart cut out. This was The Cleansing Killings killer’s signature MO, no doubt. The two other recovered bodies had had their hearts cut out of their chest cavities in the same barbaric way. And later, after the coroner did an autopsy, they were found to have had their blood drained from their bodies, as well. What a sick bastard they had on their hands with this case.

In his line of work, Jacob should be used to seeing this type of mutilation on dead bodies, but he still cringed and shuddered every time he first laid eyes on the dead victims, the exposed flesh, and the gore. Jacob’s stomach lurched and he tried to hold back the bile and the tacos he ate for dinner that kept threatening to regurgitate back into his esophagus.

It was too late for this man, but what about the other? The other victim lay on his right side, his back facing Jacob. Jacob quickly knelt and felt the man’s pulse. It was weak but steady. He sighed in relief. As he let go of his wrist, the man moaned and turned onto his back. The streetlight above them beamed on him then.

In utter shock, Jacob stared at the familiar face. He felt the blood drain from his head, and his limbs went weak. Dizziness overcame him and the taco dinner finally won the battle with his stomach, rising up and escaping his mouth. Vomit spewed to the ground in front of him, splashing his black leather shoes.

Once the flood ended, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His throat and tongue felt like they were on fire.

From his peripheral vision, he saw Troy quickly making his way back to him alone, no apprehended suspect in tow. He said, cringing as he stared at the mess at Jacob’s feet, “Oh, that is nasty.”

Quickly recovering, Jacob whisked his cell phone out and made an emergency call to 911 on the police department’s direct line. “We need an ambulance at Park and Beacon Street ASAP. A man is wounded and another dead.”

He stared at the unconscious man while worry ran through his mind. Please, let him be all right.

Troy glanced at the dead body and said, “The killer got away. I thought I had him. There was no way he could have escaped, but somehow he did. One second he was there running, and the next it’s like he disappeared into thin air.”

Jacob didn’t speak, didn’t move.

Troy asked, “Did you hear me?”

He only nodded, unable to break his gaze from the unconscious, injured victim.

Troy snapped his fingers in front of Jacob’s face. “Earth calling Jacob Brown. You in there?”

Jacob blinked several times before looking up at Troy. Yet, he didn’t reply.

Worry overtook Troy’s features. “What the hell is going on with you, Jacob? You all right? Are you dizzy or sick? Do I need to call an ambulance for you, too?”

Jacob shook his head. “I’m all right.”

“Then why do you look like you just saw a ghost?”

His gaze returned to the injured man, and he said in a low voice, barely a whisper, “I know the victim. We were lovers.”

About the Author:

Jessica Frost has always had a passion for fiction and the written word. Add to that her wild, vivid imagination and her pure romantic tendencies and she soon realized she had the traits needed to become a romance author. She decided to take the very big first step not that long ago and wrote her first erotic romance story. And she has not looked back since.
Being a romance writer is a dream come true for her. Having the opportunity to create fantasy worlds where anything and everything can happen is an amazing feeling. She hopes these worlds and the delightful characters she creates will bring hours of enjoyment to her readers as they have done for her.

Website: http://www.authorjessicafrost.com/

Blog: http://authorjessicafrost.blogspot.ca/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Author_JesFrost

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silent oathSilent Oath
Locked Within Trilogy Book Two
Paul Anthony Shortt
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: WiDo Publishing
Date of Publication: October 8th, 2013
ISBN: 978-1937178369
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 80,000
Cover Artist: Steven Novak
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Book Description:

Hope has returned to New York City. Nathan Shepherd leads a small band of dedicated fighters against the Council of Chains and the city’s supernatural masters. But it’s not enough. Because from the shadows of Nathan’s former lives comes an old enemy, one who knows terrible secrets that Nathan has not yet remembered, secrets that could undo everything he has fought for.

Nathan’s only chance to uncover the memories of his previous existence, and to conquer these new forces of evil, lies in Elena DeSantis. A woman he has fought beside in past lifetimes. A woman he has loved.

Together, Nathan and Elena are the only future the city has.

Paul Anthony Shortt’s Top 10 Film & TV Vampires

I think vampires have gotten a really bad rap lately. Though over-use and reliance on the same old tropes, they’ve gone from being one of the most feared monsters of fiction to a subject of mockery. One of the reasons I chose to include vampires in the Locked Within Trilogy, but not centre the story on them, was to try and return them to their roots as villains, creatures to be feared.

I think of a number of examples from movies and television when I write vampires. Here’s my list of the top 10 vampires:

10: Count Orlock (Nosferatu)

The original cinema vampire. Although a numbers-filed-off version of Dracula, Count Orlock is where the screen vampire began. Without his inhuman stare and unstoppable presence, we wouldn’t have the rich cinematic history of vampires we have today.

9: Roman (Hemlock Grove)

Not your typical vampire, and possessed of a disarming humanity, Roman represents the loss of self that comes with vampirism. Unaware of his true nature at first, he is already a slave to his thirst for blood, which manifests in some disturbing ways.

8: David (The Lost Boys)

David was THE vampire of the 80s, and a template for generations of vampires to follow. Hedonistic, rebellious, and appealing to all the destructive impulses of a typical teenager, David was dangerous and a pure animal.

7: Lestat (Interview With The Vampire)

Lestat gets blamed with being the source of the “poor troubled vampire”, but it was really Louis who kicked off that craze. Lestat revelled in his undead existence, bringing charisma as well as danger to the role.

6: Regine Dandridge (Fright Night II)

Seductive, cunning, and manipulative. Regine was dangerous not just because of her skills as a predator and ability to hide in plain sight, but for her unwavering thirst for vengeance. The people he killed were just food. She would stop at nothing to utterly destroy her true prey, taking their lives apart piece by piece.

5: Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

I suppose no list of screen vampires would be complete without Spike, one of the most popular characters in Buffy The Vampire Slayer. His place on this list, however, is not due to his time as one of the Scooby Gang, but for his role as one of the most formiddable threats Buffy ever faced. With no time for theatrics or playing by the rules, Spike was straight to business, and he enjoyed business very much.

4: Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night)

Where some vampires went in for shock value and cheap scares to intimidate, Jerry was a slow burn. He threatened subtly, making it clear to those who tried to stop him that he could destroy them easily. But it was fear, not force, that was his weapon of choice. He would rather see someone beaten by sheer will than by strength.

3: Alpha Vampire (Supernatural)

“When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark.” Those are the words of the Alpha Vampire to the Winchester brothers. He was ancient, so unbelievably ancient that nothing fazed him. He was above everything and everyone. To call humans cattle was insufficient. They were the air to him, consumed without effort.

2: Dracula (Dracula et al)

Of course, Dracula, the most famous vampire of all, must be on this list. However he’s not here for later, romantic interpretations, but for his true, monstrous self. Earlier film adaptations remained true to the book, in which he was the epitome of all things a Victorian audience was to fear and despise. Whatever mankind most feared in themselves, Dracula was that personified.

1: Angellus (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

As you may have guessed, I like my vampires evil, so I do not mean soul-cursed Angel here. I mean Angellus, the true vampire tucked away inside Angel’s mind. This was a vampire who took pure, unadulterated joy in inflicting pain. He would kill just to see the look on his victim’s face. Spare someone’s life just to watch their tears when they saw their slaughtered family. He was Buffy’s ultimate enemy, because he threatened her not just physically, but on an emotional level unmatched by any other opponent. He was everything she loved, twisted and turned inward, distorted into something horrible. Angellus takes top spot on my list, and actually served as part of the inspiration for the personality of Athamar, who makes his appearance in Silent Oath, a reborn who has hunted Nathan Shepherd throughout multiple lifetimes.

 

About the Author:

Paul Anthony ShorttA child at heart who turned to writing and roleplaying games when there simply weren’t enough action figures to play out the stories he wanted, Paul Anthony Shortt has been writing all his life. Growing up surrounded by music, film and theatre gave him a deep love of all forms of storytelling, each teaching him something new he could use. When not playing with the people in his head, he enjoys cooking and regular meet-ups with his gaming group.

Paul lives in Ireland with his wife Jen and their dogs, Pepper and Jasper. Their first child, Conor William Henry Shortt, was born on July 11th, 2011. He passed away three days later, but brought love and joy into their lives and those of their friends. The following year, Jen gave birth to twins, Amy and Erica.

Paul’s first novel, Locked Within, was released on November 6th, 2012, by WiDo Publishing. Silent Oath is the second book in this urban fantasy trilogy.

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Guest Blog & GiveAway with Randy Alexander

We’re lucky enough to have Randy Alexander share some of her thoughts and insight with us.

Are Vampires Dead? Randi Alexander Shares her Vampire Cowboy – and a Giveaway!

Thanks so much for hosting me today. I follow the blog, and I love reading the reviews you post. While I rarely have time to read any books at all, I never miss a Black Dagger Brotherhood story. Love those vampires!

My one foray into writing paranormal was unexpectedly successful. I entered a short story contest at All Romance eBooks in 2011, and was very surprised when I made the first cut of 32 stories. I was even more shocked when I finished fourth in the contest. The story, This Cowboy Bites, is part of an anthology that you can download free from ARE

The response to this story was so positive, I considered writing a series of cowboy vampire stories. I came up with a general plot – the vampire cowboys (and cowgirls) take over a small town in Texas and buy up all the ranches in the area. They mix and mingle with the locals in couples and threesomes. I even had a town name picked out; Recluse.

When I brought the idea to an agent, the prognosis wasn’t good. She considered vampires a difficult sell, and didn’t see the market for them coming back any time soon. So, I tucked my nine story ideas away along with the little diagram of the town I’d constructed, and the map of all the ranches waiting to be taken over by my cowboys.

After re-reading This Cowboy Bites just now, I really miss the creativity of designing my own paranormal world where my cowboys can do mystical, superhuman things. I’d love to write a story or two and see if they’re well received. What’s your opinion? Are vampires still interesting? Should I dig up my cowboy vampire plots and go for it, or leave them in their coffins?

 

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 Book Blurb of Chase and Seduction:
Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has yet to be denied anything–and he’s never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. So when the film they are working on is finally finished, Chase decides to turn up the volume on seducing Reno.

 Reno Linden lived a quiet, rural life until she was thrust into the Hollywood scene when her book was adapted to film. Chase Tanner is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Skittish after a failed wedding engagement, Reno risks the plunge into Chase’s arms, and is surprised that her good girl self can keep up with bad boy Chase.

 Though Chase returns to his cowboy roots often, and Reno cherishes the time spent with him on his ranch, the two find their careers pulling them in different directions. Will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?

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Chase and Seduction Excerpt: “Woman! Don’t make me come after you!”

 Reno straightened, showing him her profile. “You could never catch me, old man.”

 “Old?” Chase leapt to his feet, and she jerked, dropping the flower. “I’ll show you old.” He stalked toward her.

 She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.

 He took a hop then ran hard and fast. He was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. “There’s no getting away from me, Reno.”

 She slapped at his hands. “Let me go, you evil letch.”

 He released her only to take one wrist, bend and grasp her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.

 She squealed and laughed. “Chase, you put me down.”

 Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, making her weight feel like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. “You hush now.”

 Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. “And if I don’t hush?”

 He spanked her again, harder, and she whimpered, a sound he recognized as pleasure. His woman liked a little discipline. And he’d enjoy giving it. A fresh surge of blood pulsed into his groin as he visualized how he wanted her. On her hands and knees in front of him.

 At their blanket, he set her down, and when she turned to scamper off again, he held her wrist. “Uh uh. The only place you’re going is on your knees.”

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Randi

“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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-Chase and Seduction is Book 1 of the Hot Country Series, and is available digitally at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks, and in paperback at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Createspace