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“Wanted: One Ghost” by Loni Lynne

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Loni will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Comment on the other tour stops to increase your chance of winning!

July 15:  The Eternal Scribe
July 16:  Andi’s Book Reviews
July 17:  Straight from the Library
July 18:  Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog
July 19:  Punya Reviews…
July 22:  Romance on a Budget
July 23:  Storm Goddess Book Reviews and More
July 23:  STOP 2  Queen of All She Reads
July 24:  Lisa Haselton’s Reviews and Interviews
July 25:  Long and Short Reviews
July 26:  Susana’s Morning Room

James Addison talks about his role in my debut paranormal romance, Wanted: One Ghost from Crescent Moon Press, a paranormal/fantasy romance with some romantic spice and ghostly intrigue:

Loni Lynne:  Thank you for being here today, James.  I love your costume. It’s so Americana.

James: Actually, this is my normal clothing. I’m most comfortable in breeches and linen shirts. I’m having tea with the Friends of Kings Mill, Maryland Ladies Auxiliary later today.  I’m part of the festivities for Kings Mill Days these next few weeks. Dr. Freelane from the historical society thought I would make a perfect ‘James Addison’.

Loni Lynne: Well, she was right. Who better to play you than—‘you’.

James: My thoughts exactly!  So, what would you like to know?

Loni Lynne: Your character—

James: I have superb character! (He preens and smiles.)  It was a joke.

Loni Lynne: Of course.  As I was saying, your character is unique.  You are over two hundred and fifty years old?

James: Nearly 271 years of age actually. I was born December 16 in the year of our Lord, 1742 in England.

Loni Lynne: Wait a minute! You don’t look a day over thirty-five.

James: (Laughing) Actually I was killed at the age of thirty and two.  I’ve been haunting Kings Mill, Maryland since.  I think in whatever realm I was in, there is no sense of time.

Loni Lynne: So you’ve been here since 1774?

James: As a spirit…yes.  It wasn’t until Dr. April Branford rescued me from my hellish wanderings a few days ago that I was able to interact with others.  It’s rather odd really. I’ve been here, seen the changes in time, and yet have not been able to interact at all. I was as shocked as she to realize she could see me, much less communicate with me.

Loni Lynne: Dr. Branford, tell me about her.

James: Ah yes! She’s saucy and sweet, and as intelligent as I’ve ever known a person to be—and has this unusual gift for being able to touch things and tell their past. She calls it psychometry.  In my day she might have been considered a witch.

Loni Lynne: You were a ghost when she met you?

James: It was a ghost tour, really. She actually thought I was one of the tour guides. I didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. It might have frightened her. So when we met up again at the cemetery on All Hallows Eve, I didn’t think anything about it until—(he grins and shakes his head)

Loni Lynne: Until what?

Cover_WantedJames: I’ll let you all read that scene for yourselves:

The roots of the firs were tangled and exposed in areas, moss and lichen grew around the bottom of the obelisk grave marker, a layer of dead branches and fan-like fir needles surrounded the base. April could read the month and year of his death but the date was a bit obscure. 

She buried her nose into a fresh tissue as she held back a sneeze so she didn’t alert the rest of the group of her whereabouts. 

Wiping her nose she knelt in front of the tombstone and placed the end of the flashlight between her teeth to give her direct light on what she was doing. The soggy ground soaked into the knees of her jeans. She could hear the faint voices of the group from just over the rise, yet she felt a prickling of unease. Glancing around, she didn’t see anything.

She wiped moisture from the front of the headstone with her scarf, revealing the blackened embossing on the aged marble. Angling the paper over part of the intricate design, she fumbled with the pencil in her gloved hand. The cumbersome gloves had to go. Removing the offending obstacles and tossing them to the side, April rubbed her pencil over the markings, steadying herself against the marble with her other hand. 

A jolt of heat coursed from her palm to her shoulder and she jerked back. Falling onto her bottom, she dropped the pencil and paper. Nearly choking on the flashlight, she threw the light to the side and fought to catch her breath. Still tingling from the shock, she shook her arm to relieve the pain. 

She picked up the flashlight again and slowly approached the gravestone. Her heart thudded in her ears. Reaching out for the paper and pencil she had dropped, she kept her eye on the stone as if waiting for it to move. Cautiously, she leaned forward and touched it. The marble was as cold and even-surfaced as an old tombstone in late October should be. 

Confused, she inched away on her knees, backing away from the headstone, a frightening wariness settling over her as she slowly stood up and continued moving cautiously away from the monument.

“Henry Samuel is not worthy of your fascination, Dr. Branford.”

April gasped and whirled, shining the flashlight into the night. There, mere inches in front of her, stood her mysterious tour guide. A moment of relief caused her to catch her breath before the toe of her boot caught on a loose tree root, sending her falling through a chilly mist of air. She landed on her hands and knees. 

Quickly, she turned over and stared up at her re-enactor, who stood between her and Henry Samuel’s grave. So close she should have fallen into him. And then the truth of the situation hit her. She crab crawled away from him and the tombstone, her eyes wide with horror. 

She couldn’t think. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Her voice shook with the only words she could say. 

He smiled down at her, tilting his tricorne back on his head, revealing those damn hypnotic eyes.

 “I haven’t heard a lady say that to me for some time. Nice to know I haven’t lost my touch,” he preened.

“You’re…not…real,” April gasped, holding her chest as she tried desperately to find her footing. “You’re…a…ghost. You really are a ghost!”

 He shrugged. “I suppose so. No one has told me any differently. But then no one has been able to talk to me in two hundred and thirty-eight years. You’re the first.” With an elegant flourish, he bowed to her.

“Oh my God!” She was shaking so badly she couldn’t move. Her muscles had frozen. The seat of her jeans was wet but she wasn’t sure if she had peed herself or the damp ground had soaked into them.

He extended his hand in a gentlemanly fashion to help her up, but she only stared at the proffered limb. He sighed.

“Of course. It would do me no good to try and help you up since I’m…”

“…not real. You’re not real. This isn’t happening to me.” April closed her eyes and tried to repeat the mantra over and over again, hoping her mental state would finally sort out the situation and thrust her back into reality. She opened her eyes. He was still there, his infuriatingly charming smile, just short of a laugh, etched into one devilishly handsome face. 

Scrambling for purchase she grabbed her articles, keeping a close eye on her specter and quickly walked backwards down the knoll until she was on the cobblestone path. She had to get out of here. Where was the damn exit!

Loni Lynne: But you’re not a ghost now.

James: No. That is something April will have to explain but I’m not sure she knows all the details either. I still think it has to do with Fate. I’ve been dead for 238 years but never went beyond the boundaries of Kings Mill’s historical district or what I knew of my time on Earth. Then suddenly, I meet her, a historical researcher with a unique gift and I’m born anew.

Loni Lynne: What is next for James Addison and April Branford?

James: (Looking at his pocket watch) Oh dear! Look at the time…I really must be going. I shouldn’t let the ladies auxiliary down now, should I?

Loni Lynne: I get it…you can’t say.

James: Let’s just say, tell me how the story ends.  I’m anxious to know what happens, myself.

Loni Lynne: James, thank you for taking time out and talking with us today. I look forward to seeing what takes place between you and April.

James: (Placing his tri-corne on his head and winks) As do I.  I would love to have readers from your interview leave me notes. It has been such a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to associate with proper society, it would be grand if they could suggest some modern day activities that I might enjoy. I do love to read but April has introduced me to a typing machine that is connected to the world—no clue what to do with it. There is something called a tely-vision in which I can see various performances without leaving my home? I’m looking for plays that may interest me. All comments would be welcome and appreciated.

Loni Lynne:  I’ll make sure we have viewers leave suggestions for you. There are many great books and shows that might interest you.

Please, leave a suggestion for a book or television show that you think James Addison might like to enjoy. He would love to hear from you. Remember, there is a $15 Gift Card to be raffled off during this tour. Be sure to leave a comment to be entered.

You may purchase Wanted: One Ghost from these fine distributors:

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About Wanted: One Ghost

Stuck in ghostly limbo for 238 years, James Addison can’t move on to an afterlife.  After being falsely accused of treason and executed, fate’s cursed him to remain an earth-bound specter until he meets a historian sent to research his past.

Distrustful of fate, Dr. April Branford wants to be taken seriously, but her unique ability to divine history by touching objects seriously compromises her credibility. Her latest assignment?  James Addison, a legendary colonial ladies’ man with a shadowy past.  Without much to go on, she doesn’t hold out much hope to discover the man behind the legend until the day she accidentally touches him and brings him back to life.

With the help of family and ghosts from James’s past, they unravel the truth. But after falling in love and with time running out, it’s hard for April to believe in fate and a future where forever is now.

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April’s digital camera came to life and she switched the setting to playback, scrolling through the photos. She’d taken a bevy of pictures, ones of the hanging tree, the colonial storefronts and historical houses, the front and back of the courthouse. She came across the last picture, the one she’d taken right outside, and then it went back to her older photos. Everything was there but the picture of her guide. She gasped and thumbed frantically through the pictures again.

“What’s wrong, April dear?” Her aunt got up from the chair and came over to her, bringing her cup of tea with her.

“It was here…I mean, the picture is here but he isn’t.” The photo showed part of the lamp post she’d had her guide stand in front of. There was a bright, fuzzy ball of light obscuring part of the gaslight. Could it be a possible reflection off the light and her flash? She’d captured him in the frame, she was positive!

Her aunt looked over her arm at the frame revealing the street along with the courthouse. April didn’t like the knowing smile and twinkle to her aunt’s eye. “Oh, he’s there,” she said, peering up from over her tea cup.

“What do you mean?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“You’ve managed to capture what we call residual paranormal energy. See the spot of fuzzy light in the middle of the picture? You’ve captured an image of a paranormal orb. Welcome to the family, April. You’ve seen your first ghost.”

AuthorPicAbout the Author

Loni Lynne is a stay at home mom, domestic goddess, U.S. Navy Veteran and lover of all things vintage/shabby-chic/Victorian and antique. From china cups and tea sets to lace doilies crocheted by hand (her grandmother made the best) she believes a touch of femininity never goes out of style.

Growing up all over the country she’s been blessed with experiencing a good deal of culture and lifestyles. Much like her personality, she has eclectic tastes in what she likes to read and write. There is no ‘one’ genre in which she settles for.

God and fate have been big influences in her life. Both have taken her to places she never thought she’d be, both in the physical sense and in the spiritual. She wrote brief stories and snippets of life as it happened to her in her youth, and encouraged by her teachers, continued to write. Blessed with a loving supportive family growing up, she was able to explore her options which at times have been put into use in her stories. The Navy–and fate, afforded her the opportunity to meet her Army, “Annapolis-native” husband and team up with him to parent two beautiful daughters.

Years later, her husband gave her the best birthday present ever–a laptop, a membership to Romance Writers of America and a goal to complete a manuscript for submission by her next birthday. She did it. A few years later she was blessed with one of those novels, Wanted: One Ghost, as her debut novel.

Believe in Fate.

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Lyndi Alexander and “A Small Degree of Hope”

Today I’m sitting down with author Lyndi Alexander and the hero and heroine of her book A Small Degree of Hope. Take it away, Lyndi!

Thanks. So tell me about yourselves, you two. Kylie Sanderson, I understand that you met Griff on the job.

Kylie: That’s true. I was investigating a string of murders, unexplained mutations of women. Someone was trying to change them into reptiles, right down to their cellular structure. I work with a police unit called SIRT, somewhat like your Earth television series The X-Files. We only get the weird stuff no one else can figure out. Griff stalked me—

Griff: I did not! I had to contact you to help your investigation. After all, my alien race conducted the experiments that killed your women. I had to do something to stop it.

Kylie: You followed me to a cop bar. Then you tracked me home.

Griff: What can I say? You’re hard to approach. And you’re stubborn. You wouldn’t listen when I tried to explain it all to you. Then you thought I was the one killing them.

Which was not the case, right, Griff?

Griff: Of course not. As one who is capable of producing the virus that changes other beings into reptiles, I was very much aware of the ethical consequences. Our planet’s sun may have rendered our females sterile, but that does not give us the right to take other planets’ females to use as our own.

Good. Kylie, what did you think of Griff when you first met him?

Kylie: I thought he was an idiot. Literally. As in not mentally functional.  (when Griff looks surprised) Well, you didn’t speak my language well. Took everything literally. You practically confessed to the murders without meaning to.

Same question for you, Griff.

Griff: When I watched her in that gathering place of her comrades, she seemed to glow with strength and sense of purpose. She has such narrow shoulders to carry such great responsibility. I could see she was admired by her peers. Now I know why.

(Kylie blushes.)

Kylie, you sacrificed a lot to get to the bottom of what was going on. Did you feel like it was worth it?

Kylie: It was a hard road. Some of the events were totally unanticipated, and really threw me off the rails. I mean, I’m doing my best to find the abducted women, and one thing leads to another, and then I’m persona non grata at SIRT, and my family? Please. My father never accepts anything less than perfection. I was damaged goods, as far as he was concerned. My mother is his little yes-woman, so I was off her radar, too. (She looks at Griff) He’s the only one who stood by me through everything, sometimes even when he thought I was wrong.

Griff: I could never do less, peke. Your spirit has been big enough for both of us.

That’s a word I don’t know, what you called her.

Griff:Peke” means “dear one” in my language.

Well, I can certainly see that you’re happy together now, no matter what you have been through. Thanks for visiting with Susana and her readers today.

asmalldegreeofhope3About A Small Degree of Hope

Even the smallest degree of hope can spark love.

Against her wealthy father’s demands, and the usual blockades of a male dominated profession, Kylie Sanderson proves worthy of her position as lead investigator of planet Andan’s Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce. Someone is killing Andan’s women in an attempt to mutate them into reptiles. Kylie makes it her mission to discover who’s behind the murders and prevent more grotesque deaths.

Shapeshifting lizard Griff comes to Andan to stop his brethren from mutating other planets’ women into mindless breeding stock. Overcoming Kylie’s suspicious and defensive nature proves difficult, but he must in order to help the SIRT team thwart his planet’s scientists.

When Kylie is abducted and becomes the first human to survive the transformation, it’s up to Griff to rescue her so SIRT can restore her human form. On the run and desperate to unravel the mysteries of Kylie’s past to solve the crimes of their present, can she and Griff forge a future for themselves?

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Excerpt

This scene takes place after Kylie is rescued, when her SIRT team boss Jaco Rand stops by the hospital to debrief her.

Kylie woke again, sluggish and sleepy. The sun shone brightly in the window. It could have been the next morning, but her inner time sense told her it was longer. Her hand lay on the blanket. The skin’s green tone had faded, only a few individual scale-shaped sections remaining. She lifted her arm, examining it from all sides. It was her arm again. The nightmare was over.

“Sanderson. So nice of you to rejoin the world.”

Jaco’s wry sarcasm. Not how she preferred to start her day. But he was a friend, at least.

She pushed herself upright, the movement setting her head reeling. A hand went automatically to smooth her hair, and she pulled it back, shocked to find she was bald as a newborn baby. She yanked her blanket up to cover her body.

“Jaco, I’ll be back to work just as soon as I–”

“Really. No rush,” he said. He left his post by the window and came to the end of her bed, his face impassive.

Why was he annoyed? Did he hold a grudge about her taking off with Griff in the warehouse? “Okay. Thanks,” she said. He didn’t smile. Her answer didn’t seem to satisfy him. “I really will be back when the doctor lets me out.”

He grunted then shifted his weight to the other leg. “We’re managing fine, Sanderson. You aren’t irreplaceable.”

The cold edge to his voice stung her. She’d expected at least some sort of camaraderie, comfort, even. Some measure of understanding of what she’d been through. Maybe she wouldn’t get a hero’s commendation, despite being instrumental in saving the last woman captured by the aliens. She could live with that. It sucked big time, though. If Jaco’s ego took the credit, maybe she could live with that, too. But something more was wrong here she didn’t understand.

“What are you saying, Jaco? I shouldn’t come back?”

He picked up a newspaper from the chair then tossed it at her. It looked like a tabloid, one of the publications featuring sensational stories about alien invasions and political scandals. She frowned. “What’s this for?”

He retreated to the end of the bed. “Check out the front page, baby.”

Something in his voice set her fingers trembling as she reached for it. Turning it over to the front page, she was hit with a wave of revulsion. Across the center of the page, in black, block letters, it read: Lizard Love! SIRT Cop Subverted!  The subhead read: Eyewitness tells horrifying story!

Her eyes scanned the article, set in larger print than the others on the page. The tabloid had scored an interview with the nurse Evaina. The jump on the inside page showed several photos of a large green reptile with Griff, outside the warehouse. She guessed what–who–that reptile might be immediately. She couldn’t believe they were really her. Not yet.

The story recounted the events in greatly exaggerated detail, at least she prayed they were exaggerated, concluding with a blow-by-blow description of what Griff had described as “mating.”

Stunned, she tore her eyes from the page and looked up at Jaco’s cold face.

“Really, Sanderson? What are you calling that? Undercover work?”

He couldn’t have hurt her more if he’d punched her with a closed fist.

us at mctAbout the Author

Lyndi Alexander is a fan of science fiction, and a fan of love, so this story is a natural marriage of the two. She believes that no one should settle for the ordinary or the expected when there are so many other choices out there.

Each of her books features adventure, compelling stories and fantastic settings from outer space to the deep forests of the Montana mountains to the unseen horrors that lurk in small-town America.

She dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain—or maybe a famous chef—but chose instead fictional excursions into fascinating places with companions from her imagination.

She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. This is her fourteenth published novel.

Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

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Michaela Rhua: Release Day for “Guardian Possession”

Thank you, Susana, for having me on your blog. I really appreciate the support!

My newest release out TODAY!!!! So excited!

Guardian Possessionx200It is called Guardian Possession and is book two of a series that started with Guardian Awakening. I have tried to write it in such a way that you don’t have to read book one—although I would be delighted if you did.

The third book in the series is still in the ether somewhere. I know what the story will be but have not drafted it as yet. It will focus on the brother of Royanne called Oryan—I better get a move on I suppose!

About Guardian Possession

Royanne longs to be free of everyone’s expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn between loathing him and wanting him.

Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.

Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel. She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth loving?

Excerpt

He could read strands of desire in her mind. He planted more, he planted himself. This little Guardian was proving easier to manipulate than he had first thought. But what did they know of strength? All their kind was good for was the torture of the young and weak. He was no longer young or weak. The Dark Master had ensured they took care of him, nurtured, and trained to be a warrior of worth. Zach reached out and touched her bare arm lightly. With feather-like fingers, he stroked her skin. Royanne’s gaze drifted to his fingers playing on her skin. She had not recoiled, which was good. He became bolder as he moved his hands to her shoulder. Her skin was warm and smooth. Zach maintained eye contact, knowing it would strengthen his bond with her. He caressed her cheek, and he slid his other hand lower to hold her curved hip and then her rounded ass. He massaged her ass cheek, and when no resistance was apparent, he lowered his lips to her pinky full lips, that called to him to kiss and claim. She seemed frozen to the spot. Yes, just as he liked them, under his control, helpless. He had her mind. Fire met ice. She kissed him back with equal force, which surprised him. Does this Guardian actually want me?

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About the Author

MR Floral Lady ImageMichaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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Spotlight on Laurann Dohner and the New Species Series

laurann_photoMy first introduction to Laurann Dohner came from a list of recommended books from a friend of mine, Selene Grace Silver. I’ve always been a fierce devotee of historical romances, although I’ve read my share of the other sub-genres as well. But I’m grateful that Selene introduced me to Laurann Dohner, Kresley Cole, Jaid Black, Laurel K. Hamilton, and others I hadn’t discovered yet.

Laurann specializes in erotic romances involving hunky alpha males who tend to like rough sex, although they do have a tender, more gentle side. The best thing about these hunky males—besides their muscular physiques—is that once they recognize their perfect mate, they won’t rest until they’ve won her…and once they’ve done that, they’re committed for life. They’re also very protective, and sometimes that causes problems because 21st century women tend to be independent and self-sufficient and don’t care to have their actions monitored or curtailed. On the other hand, sometimes it comes in handy to have protection. And what woman doesn’t yearn to have a man so fiercely devoted to her?

Incidentally, Lauren is a frequent poster on Facebook, and here are some things I’ve learned about her:

  • She is addicted to iced coffee
  • She has a good-looking husband who cooks and cleans and takes care of the children and keeps her stocked up with iced coffee and whatever she needs. (Not bad, huh?)
  • She just bought an “office house”. I’m drooling now!
  • She helped her mother buy a house nearby.
  • She has a magnetic wall in all of her offices. (I want one too!)
  • She writes a prodigious amount of words per day. (I don’t think I could equal her even if I had a house-husband.)
  • She wrote dozens of books and snippets of books before she finally got published, and she’s still using parts of them in her new releases. (Note: don’t throw anything away!)

The New Species Series

An American pharmaceutical company has been discovered to be conducting illegal experiments mixing human and animal DNA to try to create exotic new species. The results of these experiments, mixtures of human with primate, feline, or canine DNA, have been kept in cages and tortured and treated like animals all their lives. The problem the feds have when they crack down on the company and liberate the victims is…what should be done with them?

There are many who hate and fear the New Species and want them destroyed. They are relentless in their determination to rid the earth of the “abomination” of nature. The government, fearing that it will be held liable for not being on top of things with this company in the first place, and also for any harm that comes to the New Species, donates a large tract of land and resources so that they can live in comfort and peace. Although the new “homeland” is well guarded, the hate groups do not cease in their efforts to destroy the New Species and anyone else who gets in their way.

furyFury is the first book of the New Species series. The heroine, Ellie, was an employee of the Mercile, the company who conducted the illegal experiments. She accidentally found out what the company was doing and was determined to stop it. She finds herself drawn to one of the creatures she rescues, who ends up calling himself “Fury” because of his uncontrollable anger toward the captors who tortured him. Once betrayed by a woman, he wants to kill Ellie, but when he finally gets the chance, he discovers he can’t resist her. Ellie wants him too, body and soul. But with all the abuse he has suffered, is he capable of returning her love?

New Species Series: 

  • Fury
  • Slade
  • Valiant
  • Justice
  • Brawn
  • Wrath
  • Tiger
  • Obsidian
  • Shadow
  • Moon

Note: Many of Dohner’s books carry a reader advisory, and Fury is no exception. This story contains the heartrending aftermath of a rape scene involving a captive male. Another scene involves capture and forced touching by a hurt, vengeful Fury. I personally did not find this offensive, but I must say that the sex scenes in the Zorn Warriors series seem far too close to rape for my taste.

UPDATE: Dohner’s latest New Species release, Moon, has taken the best seller lists by storm! Not only that, it has been getting stellar reviews. Here’s what Susana has to say about it:

Susana Says: Good Read, 4 out of 5 Stars

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Susana Reviews Moon

Moon’s story begins two years ago, as the situation with the New Species victims and the U.S. Government was still evolving. Dr. Joyce Yards is a psychologist assigned to counsel the traumatized victims, and 466 is an unwilling patient who sees all humans as the enemy after being tortured by them all his life.

In spite of his belligerence, Joy finds herself inexplicably drawn to 466. There’s definitely a strong sexual chemistry between them—466 wants her so badly he promises to cooperate with the therapy sessions if she will share sex with him. It’s not that simple for Joy, who is well aware that she could lose her job and her license for such unethical contact. And then there’s the fact that 466 hasn’t had sex for a very long time and doesn’t have any other prospects. Is it really Joy he wants, or any female who can assuage his raging libido? Eventually, Joy comes to the conclusion that it would be best for 466’s adjustment if she were no longer in the picture. So she leaves her job and moves away.

Fast forward two years:

After a successful adjustment, 466 (now called Moon) has been attacked by some sort of chemical that has left him a raging manic with no memory of the past two years. Justice and the NSO conclude that it’s a new chemical devised by Mercile fugitives to attack the New Species. Unable to combat its effects, they finally call in Joy, knowing that she was important to Moon at one time and that perhaps she could get through to him when no one else could.

Joy doesn’t hesitate. She loved him years ago and still does, and she wants more than anything to bring him back before the powers-that-be decide he’s a hopeless case and must be put-down. Better yet, now she’s not his therapist. Will having sex with him be the spark that is necessary to snap his mind back? If he does regain his memory, will he remember how angry he was when she left him? Is it just sex with him, or does he have feelings for her as well?

The book is skillfully written and kept me turning the pages (or pushing the forward button on the Kindle). The sex scenes are explicit and immensely satisfying, and the characters appealing and fully-faceted. It’s always nice to visit the protagonists of past books in the series, but the book stands well on its own.

The only issue I have with Moon and many of the others in the series is that it follows too closely to the standard framework: attraction/separation/reunion/resentment/emotional turmoil/attacks by hate groups/trust/resolution. Is it possible for Dohner to move beyond that with the confines of the world she has created? I’m not sure, but it would be fun to see her try!

Cyborg Seduction Series:

  • Burning Up Flint
  • Kissing Steel
  • Melting Iron
  • Touching Ice
  • Stealing Coal

ral'sZorn Warriors Series: 

  • Ral’s Woman
  • Kidnapping Casey
  • Tempting Rever
  • Berr’s Vow

Riding the Raines Series: 

  • Propositioning Mr. Raine
  • Raine On Me

Mating Heat Series:

  • Mate Set
  • The Perfect Mate

Laurann Says

I had a rather short area here telling a little about myself but then I had more than a few people ask me to expand it so… here goes. LOL. I’m a full time home ‘supervisor’ which is a nice word for saying I’m a housewife. I’m happily married, I met my dream guy 23 years ago, and we have 4 children. I live in Nevada and I can’t function without iced coffee. I believe in romance, I’ve always been a daydreamer, and I’m a HUGE fan of books – always have been.

No, I didn’t know that I always wanted to write. I inhaled books as a child. I read entire series (Pippi Longstocking, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, Trixie Beldon, The Borrowers, etc) in a matter of days. By the time I turned nine years old I had an adult library card where I visited often. I moved on to John Saul, Stephen King, Richard Laymon, Agatha Christie, and then found romance. I got hooked. I wrote poetry in my teens and then moved on to short stories. I started to write my first book after I read a real bomb of one that ticked me off with really horrible characters and a plot that was shabby at best. I thought…I could do better! 

I wrote my first book which will probably never see the light of day in the early 90’s. I wrote a series of  books from it. I’m a series fan! I kept writing for fun, wrote MANY books and then in 2009 I decided to attempt to get published. I wrote my first Sci Fi romance and Ral’s Woman came to be. I submitted it and with a little tweaking, Ellora’s Cave sent me an acceptance letter. It was kind of a ‘Cinderella’ experience for me. It’s been a terrific ride so far and I’m really happy. It’s a dream come true.

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Regina Morris Interviews Raymond, Vampire Hero of “Eternal Service”

Today’s guest is Regina Morris, who introduces her Colony Series of vampire romances. As a special treat, she interviews her vampire hero for us as well! Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Regina!

Vampires. Is there no greater (or sexier) hero out there? Shape-shifters do catch my eye, but for me, vampires are the sexiest heroes in paranormal romances. I’ve always preferred the lighthearted romances compared with the darker stories. Put a misunderstood, lonely vampire in a novel that doesn’t want romance, or doesn’t know he wants it, and introduce a love interest that steams up the page? Yep. That’s a good story!

There are so many vampire novels out there to read. For me, what makes each one unique is their individual worlds. Some authors have their vampires unable to be in sunlight, some authors have their vampires dead all day, while others, like me, prefer vampires around 24/7.  It really is up to the author what vampire lore they want to keep for their stories. Plus, some authors throw in a twist to make their vampires even more unique. The vampires in my Colony series novels can alter their age based upon the blood they drink. A lot of blood daily, they’re young. Wean off of the blood, they can be old. This comes in handy when you live multiple lives as federal agents protecting the presidents of the United States over the last 150 years.

Eternal_Service_Cover_for_KindleMy novel Eternal Service is the first book in the Colony Series. This story follows the coven master, Raymond, who is a lonely individual with great responsibility. He has noble beliefs, but falls short. He’s a flawed character, and who doesn’t love that? His only friend is the token human of the group who is the human liaison between the team and the President. This human is retiring, thus the story introduces the love interest, Alexandra Brennan, who is the man’s replacement.  Raymond secludes himself from interacting with humans, especially female humans, but he is drawn to Alexandra. Will his heart or is mission be compromised? Alexandra has a past that haunts her and she’s un-trusting of men. Will she follow her heart or her career? Together, can they save the President?

Book #2 of the Colony Series, United Service, will be available in the fall of 2013. It is the story of Raymond’s half-breed son Sterling. Sterling is a modern-day vampire who clashes with his father’s antiquated ideals. Being the half-breed of the group, Sterling knows he’s the team’s weakest link and he hates it. Sterling jumps at an opportunity to do some field work rescuing kidnapped vampire children and is accompanied by a nanny of one of the kidnapped children. The nanny, Kate, is a purebred vampire. Can Sterling put behind his philandering ways and woo the lovely Kate? Will Kate accept the advances of a half-breed? Can they save the children from a religious cult who wants to kill them?

Book #3 of the Colony Series is called Enduring Service and will be available in 2014. Sulie (Raymond’s sister) has been in love with the same human man for nearly thirty years, but refuses to allow herself the joy of true love because her love is unrequited by her human boss, Dixon. As Dixon’s retirement looms near, and his memory of Sulie and the last thirty years of his life is about to be erased, does she confront her fear of intimacy and take a leap of faith before it’s too late? Dixon has decided that it’s time to retire and enjoy what time he has left. When Sulie is kidnapped during a medical emergency, Dixon realizes that retirement means giving up everything, and everyone, he’s known for the last three decades. Will he risk his life, and his heart, to save her?

I’ve read many vampire romance novels and have discovered five critical elements that exist in the books that I love and read over and over again. When I began writing my novels I made sure that all of these elements made it into my books. First, I made my vampires not want for money. Who wants to read a story of a broke vampire who lives on the streets? I’d rather have them in a stately mansion that is exquisitely furnished. Secondly, the vampires are not loners. I wanted my vampires to work together in a group and have a close bond to one another. Third, I didn’t want blood to be an issue where they spend half the novel hunting humans. The Colony receives bagged blood from Uncle Sam. Fourth, I like when the vampires have a common enemy or goal. Lastly, I enjoy stories where there is some sort of ruling body governing the vampires. In my Colony series the Vampire Council arranges marriages, blood deliveries and much more for the vampires.

I have outlines for at least another three books in the Colony series and have outlined a YA mystery that I plan to release next year. If you visit my website (www.reginamorris.com) you can connect with me in various social medias.

About Eternal Service

Raymond smiled at Alex. It was a beautiful smile, not fake or forced. Alex could always tell when it’s real. His black colored eyes held the smile, not just his luscious, full lips. She noticed his hair was a bit damp, probably due to a last minute shower on his way over. His hair was parted tonight, and a curl of bangs hung lopsided onto his forehead. It gave him a Superman appearance. She always did like Superman.

Alex knew her pulse sped up as she took in the visual strip tease in her mind. She thought back to their earlier conversation. Humans and vampires could have sex together. Sex. She swallowed hard. She hadn’t thought of having sex with a man in a long time. Her heart sped up even faster. She wondered if he could hear it. If he did, he
didn’t show it. He just sat sipping his wine, looking sexy as hell.

Her glass was in her hands, and she took a gulp of wine hoping to squelch the heat she was feeling. Instead it fueled the flame. Would sex with a vampire be different than with a human? If it was, she was betting it would be better. The sexual relationships she had in the past, if she could remember that far back, were moderately satisfying. Definitely not romance novel, page turning, steamy … but satisfying.

Blinking a few times, she realized she was staring at his crotch. Could she be more obvious? She knew in her heart that she was going to take this promotion. She couldn’t start a romance with a team member, it wasn’t professional. She wasn’t that type of woman. Plus, there was no guarantee that he was interested in her that way. He had treated her with nothing but respect.

His black eyes beheld hers, and her breath caught. The glass she held suddenly seemed slippery in her hands due to her now sweaty palms. He was clean shaven today. The last few days he had a scruffy, rogue look about him, which was a great look for him. Today, with not a whisker in sight, he looked down-right sinful.

Actually, the blackened eyes gave him a mysterious quality. Maybe she could be that type of woman? Perhaps an exception could be made this one time. She stared at his lips, wanting so desperately to taste them.

“Alex?” he asked.

Alex looked up, making eye contact. “What?”

“Are you okay? You’ve been quiet for several minutes.”

Eternal Service is available on Amazon.

Interview with Raymond

Q:  Raymond, can you tell me a little more about the Colony and its role for the US government?

A: Vampires exist. Our numbers may be small, but like in any culture, you have individuals who obey rules and others who do not. These rogue vampires have attacked the U.S. government and the presidents in the past. This is why the Colony was established. Always a member of the Colony is in the President’s inner circle of protection.

Q: How would a vampire attack on the President be different from a human one?

A: A vampire could attack in the same ways as a human could. Of course, the human Secret Service would have difficulty in subduing or even killing the vampire attacker. For what would be different, a vampire could compel the President. Perhaps convince the President to declare war, veto a bill, or do something else that is against his administration’s policies.

Q: So the President is aware of the existence of vampires?

A: I think we’re listed on page 90 of the President’s book of secrets.

Q: Really?

A: No. I’m just kidding. I’ve never seen the book, but I do know one exists. I’m sure we’re in there somewhere. Once the President takes office he is briefed about us by the Colony director.

Q: The Colony director—can you tell us more about that person’s role?

A: The director is a human, and the liaison between the President and our team. The director’s role changes with each President. If the President is uncomfortable in our presence, then he will generally keep his distance and rely on the director to convey anything of importance to us.

Q: Has any President taken un-kindly to having vampires around?

A: Several. They agree to the need, so they rely heavily on the director to interface with us so they won’t have to directly.

Q: Is the current President nervous around vampires?

A: No. He enjoys spending time with a few of the team members.

Q: Which team members?

A: Agent Ben Gatto and my son Sterling Metcalf.

Q: You work with your son?

A: Yes.

Q: Our sources suggest he’s quite the ladies’ man. Would you like to comment on that?

A: No.

Q: Alright, we don’t have to talk about that, but what about his service to the team? I understand Sterling is a half-breed.

A: And you have something against vampires with mixed parentage?

Q: Uh, no. He’s the only member though on your team who wasn’t turned or born a purebred, correct?

A: Yes.

Q: Does that make him a liability?

A: I’m proud of my son’s commitment to this country.  He’s a very patriotic and dedicated soldier.

Q: Is he the youngest member of the Colony?

A: No. The youngest would be turning 65 this year. I’m the oldest. I’m 199 years old.

Q: Are you considered an old vampire?

A: By some.

Q: Can vampires die? What can kill you?

A: Can we remain focused on the Colony and its role protecting the presidents?

Q: Of course. When was the Colony established?

A: At the end of the Civil War my sister, son and our friend Ben were all sympathetic to the North. Ben and I fought along some of the northern soldiers that reported directly to President Lincoln. A close military aide to Lincoln discovered what we were. At the time Lincoln feared the end of the war would be prolonged if our existence was known. He already had the human race divided into two and was trying to pull them together, so he wasn’t ready to tackle a new species at the time.

Q: So Abraham Lincoln knew of the existence of vampires?

A: It was one reason he established what is now known as the Secret Service. We were to blend in as best we could. After his death it was decided that we should be our own task force.

Q: I know this will be a delicate question to ask, but with the vampires protecting the president, how was it that JFK was assassinated?

A: That was a tough day for all of us. Our image was always blurred by the non-digital cameras. There were a few reporters who had grown suspicious. Since it was a convertible car, we didn’t sit next to the President that day.

Q: I’m sure your team did everything it could to protect the President.

A: We tried.

Q: You work closely with two of your family members.

A: Yes. Like I said, my sister and son helped me and Ben to establish the Colony.

Q: Can you tell us more about your sister, Sulie?

A: Sulie has always been a blessing in my life. She’s younger than I am, but only by a few years. Our parents died shortly after I was widowed. I had to look after Sulie and my son Sterling on my own. Give them a home, keep them safe. We have always been close.

Q: Since your son is a half-breed, your late wife must have been human. Do many vampires marry humans?

A: No.

Q: But you did. Why did you choose to marry a human woman?

A: Because I loved her.

Q: How did she die?

A: This interview is over.

About the Author

RMorrisRegina Morris is the author of the humorous paranormal romances that make up The Colony series. She loves paranormal romances featuring vampires, but her personal taste is light-hearted and humorous—not horrific and gory. She lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and two children. She enjoys meeting with her monthly critique writing groups and meeting other writers in the Austin area through the WLT events.
She has lived in many different parts of the world. She graduated high school in Germany and she attended the University of Texas at Austin where she received a degree in computer science with a minor in math. Besides writing, she is an amateur portrait and sports photographer. After enjoying a career in the software engineering business, she discovered that writing was in her blood, and had to put pen to paper!
Please connect with Regina Morris through various social medias which are listed on her personal author website http://www.reginamorris.com

Interview With Author Sam Cheever and Threads of Yesterday, plus a peek at a new story!

Today my guest is Sam Cheever, who’s here to talk about herself, her writing life, and her book, Threads of Yesterday.

Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Sam!

IMG_7837What inspired you to start writing?

It was definitely self-defense. I had thousands of stories inside my head bashing about in an attempt to escape. It was either let them out or suffer brain damage. Some who know me would say I definitely waited too long…but I did eventually make a deal with the stories. I let them out in a controlled fashion and they stopped bashing around in my head. Although I still get the occasional masher that needs to be managed.

How long have you been writing?

I can remember writing my first poetry in high school and having the teacher read it to the class because he thought it was really good. Looking back on it now I realize how dark and angst-filled those first writing attempts were. I shudder at all that angst now. I’ve graduated to more physical writing since then. I’m really more of a blow ‘em up and smack ‘em around type of writer. It’s so much more satisfying than just sitting around fretting about something.

What advice would you give writers just starting out?

Just sit down and do the hardest thing…write. Write snippets of stories that pop into your head. Write about things that happen to you. Write whatever you care about most. Don’t try to write for a specific market if you don’t have a passion for that market. Writing is hard enough without forcing yourself into a niche you aren’t really comfortable with. Your readers will know if you don’t care about the story. And they won’t care about it either.

Start creating an online presence for yourself early, well before the first book comes out. Always be yourself. Don’t try to manufacture a persona you think will appeal. People will know if you’re not being genuine. Ultimately people buy from people they like. It won’t matter how talented you are if you treat people badly.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

Occasionally I do. When it happens I take my dogs for a walk and let my mind rest for a while. That almost always works. The other thing I do is that I always have 2 or 3 WIPs going at a time, generally of different genres. That way if I get stuck on one, I move to a different story for a while, until inspiration hits again.

What comes first, the plot or the characters?

Definitely the plot. Once I know what I want to write about I’ll figure out what types of characters will maximize the fun and interest for that storyline. Although I write character-driven stories, I believe in a strong, unique plot. A story with no plot bores me, both as a reader and a writer.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

Threads of Yesterday is Book 2 of a brand new cozy, paranormal mystery series. This type of story is a bit different for me as a writer, though I’ve long been a fan of the genre as a reader. The fun thing about this series is that the mysteries are based on events that happened decades or even a century earlier. Each story starts with the set-up for the mystery from the past, and then moves to present day in Yesterday’s Antiques store, where owner and amateur sleuth, Anna Yesterday discovers the mystery and sets out to solve it. The other aspect of these mysteries that makes them a lot of fun is the supporting cast of small town characters. From the geeky librarian, to the sexy ex-cop, to the wise-cracking autistic teen neighbor, these characters add interest, confusion, and fun to every storyline.

Are you working on something at present you would like to tell us about?

I’m currently trying to complete a light paranormal story that keeps getting put on the back burner because of more pressing deadlines. I’m determined to get this fun story finished so I can find the perfect home for it. Here’s a little taste from my WIP, tentatively entitled Probationary Angel:

Arele Montgomery knew two important things about Heaven. First, it was a damned judgmental place. And second, there were far too many rules.

Which was how she found herself in her current predicament.

Well the rules…and that stupid old woman who wasn’t an old woman.

How was she supposed to know the old woman wasn’t what she’d seemed? How in Heaven did they expect her to know that the gnarly, bent old creature shuffling toward the curb that day was really a bank robber in disguise?

It was true, she’d been a bit put off by the way the woman had cursed and swung a cane at her head when she’d tried to take her arm. But she’d been a full-fledged angel then, with a long, pearly stick up her ass, so she hadn’t reacted in anger. She’d smiled and reached for the woman’s arm again.

That was when the old crone had swung a large, black bag at her head and spoken to her in a voice that sounded like a hairy Italian mobster’s. “Back off, bitch!”

Arele had been too busy dodging the bag to notice when the money started flying out of it. Of course, it was much too good an opportunity for the Dark One to resist. And he’d thrown a burst of wind into the mix. Sending all that cash across the street and everywhere.

People had gone nuts, screaming, clawing, and trampling each other to get to the cash.

To make things worse, the police had been tracking the robber and were just a hair away from nabbing him. But, because of her interference, he’d gotten away. Arele still insisted that part wasn’t her fault. The parchment from legal never made it into her cloud box that morning, so she hadn’t known about the sting operation. If she had she might never have approached the robber in the first place.

As people trampled each other, her fellow guardians flitting here and there trying to protect the small and delicate, Arele just stood there, blinking. Not sure what to do. “Did I do that?” She’d murmured over and over again.

In the distance, over the roar and screech of the mass of greedy, grasping people around her, Arele could hear the Serpent laughing.

She’d been the devil’s unwilling dupe. Not her finest hour.

And now she was on probation. She’d been called to the office of Mrs. Durtz, Queen drone of Angel Resources. An angel whose pearly stick was so long it stuck up from her head and down to her feet.

She was like a cranky wart hog on a carousel ride.

The woman sat behind her white desk, gently fluttering her pristine, white wings…just because she could…and looked down a long, straight nose at Arele, her narrow lips twisted with disdain. “You broke rule number twelve thousand four hundred sixty five point six.”

Arele bit her lip and grimaced, a single, sparkling tear sliding down her pale cheek. “Which rule is that one?”

Looking smug and superior, Mrs. Durtz gave Arele a sad smile, as if pitying her for her sublime ignorance. “The ‘First create no harm’ rule of course.”

Arele frowned, “Isn’t that the physician’s oath?”

Mrs. Durtz, considering humans mere dust beneath her pristine, white feet, glowered at Arele. “Where do you think they got it? You don’t think humans are bright enough to come up with that one on their own do you?” She sneered at Arele for a moment and then looked down at her desk, reading the terse, black script from a proclamation on her desk. “Arele Montgomery, on this day, November 10th, 2013, you are on official probation.”

Arele’s wings disappeared with a pop. She opened her mouth to argue, but Mrs. Durtz held a flawless, white sheet of paper in front of her. It was filled with text, in micro font, of legalese jargon. “Sign here.”

A whimsical little pen with wings appeared in Arele’s left hand. She stared at it for a moment, until Mrs. Durtz made an ominous throat clearing sound, and then she signed her name at the bottom of the sheet. As she signed, a tear dropped onto the page and blurred the tiny, accusatory words on the paper.

Mrs. Durtz sniffed in disgust at this show of emotion.

As the pen slid off the page on the back end of the last letter of Arele’s name, the world around her started to spin and whirl. When it cleared she was standing on the sidewalk, very close to the site of the disaster, under a large tree in the shade.

She was dressed like a human woman of twenty-three.

No wings. No unearthly glow.

A kickin’ pair of leather boots hugged her slim calves. At least she was dressed well for her foray into Hell.

She still clutched the pen with wings in her left hand. As she stared at it, numb with fear and indecision, something fluttered down from the tree, bounced off her shiny white-gold head, and landed on her boots.

For expenses. Mrs. Durtz’ disembodied voice whispered past.

It was a hundred dollar bill.

Even Arele knew that wouldn’t go far in the human world of 2013. “Gee thanks,” she murmured crankily. Because now that she’d lost her wings she could be cranky.

You’re welcome, responded Mrs. Durtz.

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

Janet Evanovich, I love the fun, slightly frantic nature of her Stephanie Plum books. I also love JD Robb’s Eve Dallas stories. Both writers pace their books well and both are very talented in the creation of their secondary characters and the interrelationships between them. I’ve also been strongly influenced by Kresley Cole’s paranormal books. I LOVE her Valkyries and her stories keep me interested from beginning to end.

What is your work schedule like when writing?

My days are packed full. Every minute accounted for. I get up around 5:00 am and go through my emails, responding to any that need a response and addressing anything that comes out of those communications. Once that’s done I’ll usually write any blog posts or interviews I’ve committed to in the near future. Then I’ll take a break to have breakfast and take care of all my critters. Once my chores are done I’ll sit down and start working. I try to write 1k to 3k on each of 2 to 3 WIPs each day. When I get stuck or tired of writing on one story I move to another. I generally try to write a chapter a week on each of my WIPs. That seems to be a pretty manageable goal for me.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I’m doing it! I always wanted to be an author and I’m very lucky to be doing what I love.

What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

Favorite? Either cake or potato chips. Least favorite? Hmm, probably liver. #:0) Though I haven’t had any since I was a kid and my mom made me eat it. Blech!

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I do a very loose plot and then pants the heck out of it. LOL I try to organize my stories into an outline but it never lasts. So I do it in sections. I’ll come up with a loose plot for the first five chapters and then regroup and figure out where I want to go for the next five. The end is usually pretty self-evident by then. I actually prefer pantsing my stories because I think they’re more interesting that way. In fact, I recently did a blog post on that very subject. You can read it HERE if you’d like.

What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

I have 13 dogs. All in the house, many on the bed at night. LOL I’m a crazy lady. The bed thing can get a bit dicey. Here’s a fun blog post I did on that subject if you want a good laugh. How NOT to Negotiate with your Dog for Bed Space!

Is there a writer you idolize? If so, who?

I think Kresley Cole is an extremely talented paranormal writer. As mentioned above, she keeps me interested from beginning to end of her stories. She also writes great characters. For romantic suspense, I love Josh Lanyon’s work. Josh writes tight plots with wonderful prose and characters that feel genuine.

What would we find under your bed?

Doghair tumbleweeds. #:0)

Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?

I write M/F romantic suspense/mystery and paranormal/fantasy. I also write M/M romantic suspense and paranormal as Declan Sands. In addition, I love historical and steampunk so I’ll probably try my hand at those too someday.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

I’m interested in writing true history stories for grade school kids, to get them interested in the history of America. We’re only as strong as our knowledge of our history and kids today are sadly lacking in both knowledge and interest. Ignorance condemns us to keep making the same mistakes over and over. I think history can be made fun if it’s presented in an adventure story and seen through the eyes of people kids can relate to. That’s a pet future project for me. I don’t know if I’ll get to it next year, but I hope I’ll get to it soon.

About Threads of Yesterday

threadsofyesterday2_fullsizeA deadly secret is tangled up in Yesterday’s Threads, and Anna is racing the clock to get it unraveled.

In 1859, Elisabeth Margaret Nelson travelled to Crocker, Indiana to meet her new husband and start a new life. Her family never saw her again. The story of her death and a heartbroken husband who grieves his entire life is a sad tale for sure. But is it true?

When Anna Yesterday receives some vintage dresses from the local museum, she’s excited about highlighting them at Crocker’s annual Apple Blossom Festival. But someone wants the dresses back, and they’ll apparently stop at nothing to get them—leaving a trail of murder and destruction in their wake.

As Anna and Pratt work to uncover the deadly intrigue behind the vintage dresses, interference of another kind is working its way to the surface. All too soon, Anna and Pratt find themselves neck deep in trouble from more than one dimension—and wondering which will get them first!

http://www.samcheever.com/threadsofyesterday.html

About the Author

Award winning author of more than 40 works of fiction, Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little adventure, and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy and romantic suspense stories. In her real life, Sam lives on a hobby farm in Indiana with 13 dogs, 2 horses, and one husband. She writes books she likes to read and reads books she wishes she’d written. Her books are fast-paced and fun-loving. Not one of them will solve a single world problem, but you definitely won’t be bored while reading them!

To find out more about Sam and her work, please pay her a visit at any one of the following online hot spots:

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Excerpt

Yesterday, 1859

Elisabeth Margaret Nelson shifted the curtain back and looked out the stagecoach window. Over the last few hours the flat, brown land had grown gradually greener, and had turned to rolling hills. She dropped the curtain and sat back as another wave of stomach wrens assaulted her.

What had she done? Had she made a terrible mistake? She’d walked to the end of a plank and stepped right off…that’s what she’d done. Lissie wrung her hands and looked around at the other passengers. The older man in the opposite seat, beside the window, had been staring at her from the first moment, his dark eyes speculative.

He had to wonder what a young woman was doing travelling alone, without a companion.

Lissie had begun to wonder that too. She clutched her reticule closer under that questioning gaze and gave him a small, uncertain smile.

“Do you have family waiting for you in Crocker, Miss?”

Did she have family waiting for her?

“Yes. My hu…” Lissie swallowed hard, still not believing it was true. “My husband is waiting for me.” He’d gone ahead to prepare a place for them to live. Or so that was what he’d told her. Deep down Lissie doubted a man as handsome and vibrant as Felix Bickershaw could love a girl as ugly as she.

Lissie frowned, glancing down at the overstuffed reticule in her hands. She felt the man’s eyes on her again and discreetly shoved the velvet indispensable under her cloak. They’d all told her he only wanted her dowry. Lissie had believed it was true. Though Felix looked down at her with softness in his pretty, blue eyes, there was a certain coldness waiting just beyond that look, a negligence of her regard, which convinced her he didn’t so much love her person as what it could get him in life.

Lissie didn’t care. An ugly heiress with no prospect of finding love, she’d settled instead for one-sided infatuation with a handsome man who could at least give her the appearance of a storybook life.

Lissie was sure she would eventually win him over to an abiding affection at the very least.

The stagecoach dipped dangerously and Lissie pitched forward, catching herself on the window frame before she landed in the lap of the cantankerous matron across from her. It was obvious from the woman’s stern gaze that she thought Lissie a trollop of the worst order because she traveled unaccompanied.

Lissie told herself she didn’t care. In just hours she’d see her beloved Felix and all would be well in her world.

Sometime later Lissie woke from a doze to the sound of shouting and the clanging of pans. She shoved the curtain aside and eagerly took in her first view of Crocker, Indiana. The sweet smell of countryside had been replaced by the moldering stench of animal dung, overlaid by the yeasty smell of spirits and the spicy tang of something cooking over a fire.

Lissie’s mouth watered and she covered her stomach with a hand as it rumbled unhappily. The muddy street was filled with men on horses and fast-moving carriages. The wooden walkways that lined the log and stone buildings on either side of the street were busy too. Lissie’s gaze took in the women dressed in fine clothing, carrying parasols against a burning afternoon sun and excitement seared through her.

She’d never been in a real town before. Maybe some of the beautiful, well-dressed women watching the stagecoach rumble through town would be her friends. That would be lovely.

If only they wouldn’t judge her for her plainness. Surely the cache of jewels she carried in her reticule, and the equally sparkling visage of her handsome husband would win her some friends.

For the first time in her very young life, Elisabeth Margaret Nelson realized she liked her chances for a happy future. It was a heady feeling indeed.

Guest Interview: Author Lexi Post + Giveaway

Susana, thank you so much for having me in your Morning Room. I have been having so much fun on my MASQUE Tour, and giving away these beautiful Venetian masks at each stop has been pure pleasure. I only have a few more stops after this: Caris Roane’s blog April 10, Much Cheaper Than Therapy, April 19th and Romance Beckons, May 10th, so I hope everyone will comment here so they have a chance to win this beautiful mask made in Italy.

masque_msr finalWhat comes first: the plot or the characters?

For me it is definitely the characters because I write erotic romance inspired by classic literature, so I re-read the original story and then decide who, or whose ancestor, will be the focal point. From the original story I also pull the characters’ backgrounds and what type of baggage they may carry with them. In MASQUE it is Synn whose life is in stasis as long as he stays within the Abbey walls. Unfortunately, he blames himself for the deaths of the 73 ghosts that exist there. His motivation is what built the plot.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I am 90% pantser. I need to know my characters and their GMC and what the Black Moment will be before I start writing. Once I have those, I just write, usually all at once, straight through with typos, run-on sentences, and everything. Of course, that means a lot of revision time, but I enjoy that too and over the years I found I don’t have to cut out quite as much.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

Oh, but there is so much to tell! There is a villainous ghost who will do anything to keep from crossing over because where he is headed is not as fun as staying in the Abbey.  I also have ghosts that become more solid as the moon turns full and they disappear completely when it is a new moon. And of course, I kept the 7 colored rooms that Poe had in his story and instead of entertainment rooms, I made them Pleasure Rooms. After all, this is erotic romance 😉

Are you working on something at present that you would like to tell us about?

I just sent my editor To Bea Rappaccini. This erotic romance is inspired by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” My Bea is as poisonous as Hawthorne made his, but my Bea can expel those poisons through intercourse. Unfortunately, this  makes long-term relationships a bit difficult since she causes the men to become ill. In fact, she already put one man into a coma! So when she falls for former logger, Zach, things get interesting. I hope my editor likes it. I’m crossing my fingers.

What author or authors have most influenced your writing?

Tons, since I grew up reading Woodiwiss, Lindsey and Garwood. I think, however, that the contemporary writer that has influenced me the most has been Jennifer Ashley/Allyson James.  Her manner, work ethic, and creative genius has served as a role model, and I hope to someday have the body of work she has, well, except the mysteries. I’m the one who is always surprised by who did it, so I probably wouldn’t make a good mystery writer :-}

What is your work schedule like when writing?

When I write my first draft, it is for two months straight every day.  My best time of day is 10:00pm until 2:00am. That is when I am most creative. I also like it completely silent, so it’s a good thing I like that time of night. Then I leave the work alone for a month before starting revisions.  I do revisions during the day, along with incorporating feedback from critique partners, and polishing. I like to have multiple stories in different stages so that I always have something to work on depending on the time of day.

What would we find under your bed?

Nothing. Yup, my husband basically takes care of me by cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping and running all the errands in addition to mowing the lawn and working with the Coast Guard. Yes, I am spoiled. And since he doesn’t want anything under the bed, it is completely clear, not even dust bunnies dare live there. Hey, I’m not going to rock this boat!

If your publisher offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming project, where would you mostly likely want to go? Why?

I would love to go to Greece. I am fascinated by Greek mythology and have always wanted to visit the Acropolis.  Plus, I think Santorini or Mikonos would be great settings for future stories. Does anyone remember the movie Summer Lovers?

Do you have a favorite quote or saying?

Of course I do, I majored in literature! My favorite quote is by Walt Whitman. “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large—I contain multitudes.”  Perhaps this may shed some light on how I can be inspired by classic literature to write erotic romance 🙂

Every writer dreams of getting “the call.” What were you doing when yours came? Who got to hear the good news first?

Oh wow, I actually got the “email.” It was almost 9:00 am and my husband was with the Coast Guard and unreachable. I opened the email and I swear my heart went into overdrive. I couldn’t even stay seated!  I jumped up and realized I couldn’t call my husband, so I dialed my critique partner who would understand my excitement.  The only problem was, I am on Eastern time and she lives in Arizona so there was a three-hour time difference. For her, it wasn’t even 6:00 am!  I could tell she was surprised and concerned when she heard my voice, but after I blurted my good news, we got to rejoice together. After that I was able to calm down enough to sit for about ten minutes at a time. I sent an email to Jennifer Ashley asking for her advice because the full manuscript was with two other houses. Then I called my sister, my mom, etc., etc. When my husband came home, I finally got to tell him. He had the coolest smile on his face and the next thing I knew he had gone down to the local beach bar to tell EVERYONE the news! Yeah, he’s a keeper.

black and whiteGiveaway

I know we all can come up with wonderful traits for our heroes in romance novels, but I’d like to know what fault a hero has had that really left an impression. Let me know for a chance to win this Venetian mask made in Italy.

Masque is available at:

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Ellora’s Cave

For more information about Lexi Post:

websitehttp://www.lexipostbooks.com/

bloghttp://www.happilyeverafterthoughts.com/

Twitter:   https://twitter.com/LexiPost

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Lexi Post photo smallAbout the Author

Lexi Post spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about classical literature. From the medieval work “The Pearl” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she’s read, studied, and taught great classic literature.

But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it.  Lexi feels there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great classic literature.

Lexi lives with her husband and cat in the Caribbean where gorgeous sunsets, warm weather, and driving on the left are the norm.

About Masque

Rena Mills plans to turn an abandoned abbey into a haunted bed-and-breakfast to prove she can be successful without her ex-fiancé. What she finds inside is Synn MacAllistair, the distinguished, self-proclaimed Ghost Keeper. Her dreams soon fill with sexual cravings for him. But are they dreams?

Synn, born in 1828, is determined to free the souls of the resident spirits, blaming himself for bringing the Red Death that killed them. When Rena steps into the old Pleasure Palace, he’s sure he can take her through the after-midnight Pleasure Rooms and stoke her passion to complete the Masque so the souls can cross over. Her innocent fire makes him crave more, but it’s far too late for him.

As Rena begins her erotic journey, her heart becomes more involved with every sensual caress until she discovers by completing the Masque she would lose her ghosts. Synn’s betrayal wars with her compassion for her ghostly friends. Torn, she must make a choice between her financial security and freeing seventy-three trapped souls. Either way, she could lose her Synn.

Excerpt

Rena spun at the deep voice that caressed her senses. Before her stood a woman’s wet dream come to life, though as a respectable woman, she shouldn’t be having wet dreams, or so she’d been informed.

The man looked as if he’d stepped out of a nineteenth-century drawing room, except his coffee-brown hair hung loose about his shoulders. She was pretty sure it should have been tied in a queue to be proper. His entire demeanor projected upper class from his sharp nose and angular clean-shaven chin, to his broad-shouldered stance. A rather tall stance it was too, with one snugly encased leg crossed over the other. But his eyes stupefied her. They appeared gray, ancient, yet flickered with bright shards of blue.

Valerie recovered first, brandishing her tightly held candelabra as she stepped forward. “Who are you and what are you doing in here?”

He straightened and gave them a formal bow. “My name is Synn MacAllistair. That is Synn as in S Y N N. I’m the caretaker of the ghosts.”

Rena took a deep breath. She could feel her cheeks heating as his voice reverberated through her body. Sin fit him. When he moved his gaze from Valerie to herself, his intense scrutiny warmed her. She swallowed. “Uh, I didn’t think anyone lived here.”

His stare held hers captive. “I do.”

Valerie retreated to stand next to her. “Oh really. With a padlock on the outside of the gate?”

He raised his right brow, the look of arrogance worthy of Mr. Darcy. “There is a postern gate.”

Rena racked her brain. She’d heard that word before. Oh yes. “I thought only the owners of a castle knew the secret to that rear exit.”

He raised his brows together. “That is true but I desi—discovered it while following a small boy around the Abbey.”

Valerie crossed her arms. “A small boy?”

“Yes. The children in the neighborhood dare each other to get close to the Abbey. They want to see the ghosts, who are quite harmless to humans.” He gestured to the housekeeper. “Mrs. McMurray here will become more solid as the full moon approaches and will be pleased to help you in any way she can.”

They turned and stared at their ghost, having forgotten her. The older woman nodded vigorously, her white cap covering her gray hair falling to the side. Mrs. McMurray’s plump frame included pudgy arms sprouting from a short-sleeved blouse and a white apron that protected her skirt, but from the knees down, she didn’t exist at all.

Rena’s heart pounded. A real ghost. If what Synn said was true, that the ghosts would become solid, the possibilities for her new venture were endless. Could the ghosts serve breakfast to the guests? How would she pay them? She couldn’t resist asking. “Are you the one who keeps it so clean in here?”

Mrs. McMurray blushed and nodded again. She actually blushed.

Synn clarified. “She and a dozen maids have kept this place clean for centuries in the hopes that someone would come here to live. Do you plan to stay?”

She turned to answer him, but Valerie gave him a disapproving look. “The real estate agent didn’t say anything about anyone living here.”

He sighed, clearly bored. “No, I imagine he didn’t. He is what we refer to as a lickfinger.”

Rena chuckled at the strange word. She couldn’t help it. It sounded backward.

Valerie didn’t find the expression funny. “Well, you need to know, Rena owns this castle now, abbey, whatever you want to call it, and she has the right to throw you out.”

Rena grabbed her arm. “Valerie.” She changed her warning tone to a more pleasant octave as she addressed the sexy man in front of her. “You are of course welcome to stay, Synn. Perhaps you can help us understand the ghosts, the history of the Abbey and anything else that might be helpful.” She smiled encouragingly. She didn’t want him to leave.

He gave her an arrogant nod. “I would be happy to be of service. Perhaps I should start by helping you to bring your personal items upstairs as the footmen will not be solid enough to lift anything for another week.”

Another week? How strange. She didn’t remember seeing anything on television regarding ghosts changing with the moon. “Thank you. That would be perfect.” She could tell Valerie didn’t trust him. She, on the other hand, was thrilled to have him in the Abbey. Anyone who could help her succeed was welcome. The fact that the man was incredibly hot didn’t hurt either.

He nodded once and held his arm out to her. She looked at her friend and shrugged, then looped her arm with his. The second they made contact, a sizzling sensation raced across her skin.

He didn’t move. Did he feel it too? He gazed down at her, his face serious. “Shall we?”

She nodded, her throat having closed at his look. There was something sensual about his lips. They were strong, full and serious and made her want to taste him. Sheesh, hadn’t she learned anything from her failed engagement? She needed to keep her libido under control. Men like Synn wouldn’t appreciate her scandalous thoughts. Besides, who used phrases like “shall we”?