Author Archive
November 15th, 2011 | 
Author: Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Nina Croft, author of Deadly Pursuit to the blog! Today she is visiting to talk about her new book as well as the challenges and delights in creating this series of books!
The Challenges and Delights…
Today, I was asked to write a little about the challenges as well as the delights in creating my Blood Hunter series of books.
The Blood Hunter series is a mixture of genres: science fiction, paranormal and a whole load of romance. It’s set in a future where man has fled to the stars and there they have discovered the secret of immortality—Meridian. Rare and exorbitantly expensive, Meridian is only available to a select few, and a new class has evolved—the Collective—super rich and immortal. They rule the universe.
I started writing Break Out, book 1 in the series, as a backlash to writing an earlier book requested by my dear husband. One morning, he glanced up from his newspaper and, bless him, asked me, why didn’t I write a ‘good’ book?
Being the calm reasonable person I am, I replied, “What do you mean, darling?”
A good book: No vampires. No space ships. No romance.
So I wrote a thriller for him, and I enjoyed it, but afterward, I needed a fix of all my favorite things, and so I wrote Break Out. And for me, the biggest delight in writing Break Out, and ultimately the series, is—absolutely anything goes—I’m allowed to travel as far as my imagination will take me.
I’ve always loved space operas—I’m a big Star Wars fan from way back, and more recently Joss Whedon’s Firefly. So I really wanted to write a space adventure. But I also needed a paranormal fix, so enter Ricardo Sanchez, my hero. Rico is the owner and pilot of the space cruiser, El Cazador (full name: El Cazador de la Sangre, which means Blood Hunter in Spanish). He’s also a vampire.
I think one of the biggest challenges with writing Break Out was getting the balance right between science fiction and paranormal. Break Out was never intended to be a ‘vampire’ book as such. Rather it was an adventure story in space where the main character just happened to be a vampire. I also wanted it to be fast-paced and not slowed down by a lot of background information. Break Out is a novella; there’s not a lot of room for extraneous details, so it was hard to work out what was essential and what wasn’t.
I never actually started out with the intention of writing a series. But as usual, by the time I’d finished Break Out, I really don’t want to say goodbye to the characters. So when Entangled Publishing said they wanted to contract Break Out, and would I be interested in writing a series—I was very happy to say yes. I signed the contract for the first three books, and Break Out came out in July. The second book, Deadly Pursuit, is out any day now and I’m currently working on book 3.
Deadly Pursuit was easier to write than Break Out. The world was already formed in my mind, I knew most of the characters well from the first book, and Deadly Pursuit is a full length novel so there was more room to include world building, both paranormal and futuristic. And keeping with the ‘anything goes’ policy, the hero of Deadly Pursuit turned out to be a werewolf!
Each book is a stand alone romance focusing on a member of the crew of El Cazador and probably the biggest challenge in Deadly Pursuit, was getting Rico, my vampire hero from book 1, to take a back seat. He’s a strong character, and he would keep trying to take over.
Right now, I’m having great fun writing book 3, and I just signed a contract with Entangled for books 4, 5 and 6. My current challenge for the series is to introduce a few more secondary characters, so I have some great future heroes and heroines to pick from.
So what sort of creatures, real or imaginary, do you think would make good additions to the crew of El Cazador? Let me know for a chance to win an ecopy of Deadly Pursuit.
Title: Deadly Pursuit (Blood Hunter, #2)
Author: Nina Croft
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance/Vamps/Shifters
Length: Novel
Release Date: October 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-88-6
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-89-3
BLOOD HUNTER SERIES – Book Two by Nina Croft
http://www.entangledpublishing.com/deadly-pursuit/
Book Description:
Breaking assassin Jonathon Decker out of a maximum security prison on Trakis One seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, pursued across space by the two most powerful factions in the universe, the crew of El Cazador are having second thoughts. They’d like to give him back. Unfortunately, that no longer seems an option.
Jon is used to working alone. Now, he’s stuck on the space cruiser El Cazador until he can work out just what he’s supposed to know that puts him on everybody’s most-wanted-dead list. He’s not happy that the crew includes a runaway priestess with designs on his virtue—such as it is. Jon likes women, but he gave up the role of protector a long time ago, and Alexia, High Priestess of the Church of Everlasting Life, is an accident waiting to happen.
After twenty-four excruciatingly boring years of doing her duty, Alex is finally having some fun. She never meant to run away—it was a rash impulse—and she means to go back—eventually. But first, she’s going to squeeze enough excitement out of the situation to last her a lifetime. And what could be more exciting than a stunningly gorgeous werewolf?
Meanwhile, the Church are chasing their missing priestess, and the Collective are pursuing their escaped assassin. Being hunted has never been more deadly…or more fun.
Title: Break Out
Author: Nina Croft
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance/Vamps
Length: Novella
Release Date: July 5th, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-937044-04-6
Blood Hunter Book 1
http://www.entangledpublishing.com/break-out/
Book Description:
Irreverent. Irresponsible. Insatiable. Who says immortals can’t have any fun?
The year is 3048, Earth is no longer habitable, and man has fled to the stars where they’ve discovered the secret of immortality—Meridian. Unfortunately, the radioactive mineral is exorbitantly expensive and only available to a select few. A new class comprised of the super rich and immortal soon evolves. The Collective, as they’re called, rule the universe.
Two-thousand-year-old Ricardo Sanchez, vampire and rogue pilot of the space cruiser, El Cazador, can’t resist two things: gorgeous women and impossible jobs. When beautiful Skylar Rossaria approaches him to break a prisoner out of the Collective’s maximum security prison on Trakis One, Rico jumps at the chance. Being hunted by the Collective has never been so dangerous–or so fun!
About the Author:
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.
Nina’s writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.
Naughty in the Backseat would like to welcome Kiki Howell to the blog! Today she is celebrating the release of her latest book, Working out the Kinks. Kiki is a multi-published author whose books are on the steamy side! Here’s a sample of some of the books she has written!
Working Out The Kinks
by Kiki Howell
Published by Rebel Ink Press
Genres: Pagan, Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: Short Story
Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language and Sex Magic with BDSM Elements
Blurb:
Making an appointment with his ex-girlfriend under a fake name, David buys himself one hour to get her attention. Hoping to apologize and remind her of their time together, he intends to do whatever he has to in order to make Meredith, a practicing Wiccan, forgive him for being idiot enough to have listened to those around him which meant choosing his political aspirations over love.
Meredith is resistant to let David anywhere near her heart again. Desperate, David plays all his trump cards and suggests a sexual magick ritual which incorporates the BDSM lifestyle he and Meredith used to experiment with. The methods he uses may be unconventional, like sensory deprivation and sensation play intended to build trust and to achieve altered states of consciousness. But David is more than willing to do whatever it takes if he can just get Meredith to agree.
Kiki Howell Bio:
Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, 
inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.
“After a long break having my boys, I finally just had to write again. And, as soon as I gave the stories the space, they entered it. It’s both awesome and humbling to find the words in my mind become characters on a page and create their lives.”
She has now had over twenty stories published between five different small presses. She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. Please look around. Although, a bit of caution, most of her stories tend to hang out on the graphically sexy side of town.
Kiki resides in the Midwest with her incredibly handsome and talented, singer/songwriter husband and two children. When she is not writing, she is spending time with her family, reading, baking or knitting.
Her biggest dream is to have a novel she writes be made into a movie that her husband creates the soundtrack for, and then cruise to Alaska with her family on the money they make.
Links
Website http://www.kikihowell.com
Blog http://authorsbyauthors.blogspot.com
FaceBook http://www.facebook.com/kikihowell
Twitter http://twitter.com/KikiHowell
Working Out The Kinks EXCERPT:
“Your last client is in your massage room.” The receptionist tilted her head toward Meredith, giving a wry smile but then grimacing as she looked away.
“Thanks.” Meredith sighed, rolling her eyes as she rapped her knuckles on the door to announce her arrival.
What was that about? Taking a deep breath, she swept into the room. One more massage, and I can soak my tired muscles in a hot bath at home.
“Hello,” she said to the body on her table while grabbing a bottle of oil.
She stopped short of turning back around. Cologne assaulted her. The potent mix of patchouli and musk with a hint of oak reminded her of the man who’d left her heart bruised and battered. Meredith blinked hard as if she could shut down her mind before some blissful memory could wallop another punch.
The client shifted on the table. “Hey, Mere.”
Swinging around like a moth drawn to a buzzing light, air whooshed from her lungs moments before the oil bottle hit the floor. “David?”
“Yes. Gave a false name when booking the appointment. Now, I have your undivided attention for the next hour.”
She stepped back in defiance of her need to rush into his arms and retrieved the plastic bottle instead. “Why?”
“Because we need to talk. Here, this way, you can’t walk away. I’ve already paid for my time.”
“Paying is easy for you.”
“You can begin the massage now. The clock is ticking,” he stated in a business-like tone.
Meredith sucked half her top lip into her mouth and bit down, every muscle in her face tight to avoid her unexplainable need to smile. David was tapping his wrist where his watch should be just as he’d done to her a hundred times before to get her moving. With a confident half-grin, he laid back down.
“Really? You want me to touch you?” She hadn’t quite meant for the thought to come out of her mouth, but she felt as if someone was pressing her to death.
With each step toward her ex-boyfriend, another stone was added to the imaginary board across her chest which had her laboring for breath.
But, he already tried me as a witch.
The idea of that, her conviction and thus banishment from his life, spurred her forward. Thoughts of getting even, of squeezing a sore muscle too tightly, loomed like a silver lining around a storm cloud.
Stop it! You’d never. Concentrate! Meredith reviewed the steps to a full body massage like she was back in school. Use sensitivity when making first contact with your client’s body. Her hands floated above his skin. The heat of his energy challenged her fingers, and she willed each tensed-to-the-point-of-shaking finger into a semi-state of relaxation as they moved an inch above the sculpted latissimus dorsi muscles of his back. Naming each superficial layer, she hoped would keep her on task.
“I miss you, Mere.” David’s voice was muffled from the table.
Blinking against the sting in her eyes, she lingered over his skin. The thought of her palms meeting with his flesh tightened her center, and her need warred with the nervous way her stomach rolled. Meredith wanted the rush of blissful sensuality despite the threat of emotional damage which slithered over her skin, a cold reptile squeezing the life from her already broken heart.
“Did you hear me?” He turned to her.
A tear slipped from her eye. Ripples of water down her cheeks had become commonplace this last month being separated from him. These tears came as no surprise, and neither did the warm anger bubbling up to the surface.
“What difference does it make?” she clipped, answering both his question and her reluctance to give in to the pleasure of stroking her hands over his skin. What remained hidden from her view under the strip of the white towel over his butt was crystal clear in her mind.
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Gordon A. Kessler to the blog! He is touring his latest book, Jezebel with the help of Goddessfish Promotions.
Today he’s going to give his thoughts on how being an author affects him as a reader! After that we can learn a bit more about his book and even read an excerpt!
Thanks for inviting me back to Backseat Nightmares! I hope your Halloween season is frighteningly wonderful.Author bio: Gordon A Kessler is a former US Marine parachutist, recon scout, and Super Squad team leader, with a bachelor’s degree in creative writing. He is a Master Instructor for Johnson County Community College, National Academy of Railroad Sciences, and the BNSF Railway. He has taught novel writing for Butler County Community College, English Composition for Hutchinson Junior College and has previously indie-published the thriller novels Brainstorm and Dead Reckoning, and a book about the novel-writing craft, Novel Writing Made Simple.
He is a founder and current president of the Kansas Writers Association and tries to stay connected to writers and the writing industry by doing speaking engagements at writers conferences and for writers organizations, and does his own “The Storyteller” seminar in Wichita, Lincoln (Nebraska), Kansas City, and other Midwestern cities based on his Novel Writing Made Simple book.
His websites, http://www.WritersMatrix.com and http://www.IndieWritersAlliance are landing pages for writers to help them in their writing endeavors. His author website is http://www.GordonKessler.com .
Other links:
http://www.ReadersMatrix.com
http://www.Twitter.com/GordonKessler
http://www.Facebook.com/GordonKessler1
http://www.LinkedIn.com/in/GordonKessler.
Sleep lightly tonight…
A madman has come to town seeking a diabolical revenge and large dogs begin attacking their masters for no apparent reason and with heinous results.
Animal Control Director Tony Parker must find out why and stop the murderous attacks. Meanwhile, Jezebel, a huge black Great Dane has killed her master and is loose, terrorizing the city and stalking Parker and his family. Parker and Sarah Hill, his beautiful and seductive young assistant, attempt to unravel the mystery and stop the terrible carnage while dealing with their own demons and lusty desires.
The attacks must be stopped. Jezebel must be found-and soon, you see–there is one other complication. Parker seems to have come down with an annoying little virus. No, it’s not one of those irritating summer colds. It’s certain death.
She’s a murderess, huge and black as a hell-bound night.
Beware. Jezebel is on the loose!
Excerpt:
Hill went to the front door and watched Chin’s van make a U-turn at the corner and head down the street. The headlights flashed in Hill’s face, momentarily blinding her. She winced. The light burned her already blood-shot, weary eyes.
A silent moment passed before a sound came from outside. The back yard. Scratching. Something was climbing over the fence.
The rifle. It was still next to the back door. Hill moved quickly toward the kitchen. As she made it to the hall, the dog port began to open. Hill stepped to the side, out of sight, before seeing what was coming through.
She trembled, backing up to the wall next to the large window that was painted shut. She could run for the door, but by the time she reached it, she’d be seen. No way out. Hide. Where? There was no place. Behind the sheer curtain, maybe. In the dark, she might not be seen if she was quiet and didn’t move.
She pulled the curtain around her. She could see through it, but it made the already dim room even dimmer. The blowing fan was the only noise. Nothing moved except the oscillating shadows of the fan blades beating the stale air through the room. The green flash of the clock on the CD player caused an eerie, strobing light.
A dark shape slowly emerged from the hallway and moved into the room. Large. Huge. Black.
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Amanda Greene to the blog today! She is the author of the new release, Caressed by Moonlight. She is dropping by today to share her thoughts with us about writing!
Some people have asked me, when and where do you write?
Well, the “when” part is hard to answer since family, school, and work tend to take up a lot of my time. I usually write late at night or early in the morning, before class and, to be truthful, I sometimes write in class (…I know! Bad.)
Unfortunately, my creative side is often suppressed.
Now, moving on to “where.” I use my laptop for everything. I should just attach it to myself since I am on it every chance I get. I’ve got to be careful. My husband, Robert, might become jealous.
I like to get comfy on my bed, relax against the pillows and have a cup of fantastically flavored coffee on the nightstand with my dog laying by my side or warming my feet. I love to write when the house is quiet and at peace, but this is rare. So, I usually just close the door, shutting out the world so that I can set my imagination free and get to know my characters and their stories. For me, the perfect time to write is when it is raining, inspiration strikes and all I want is to sip my coffee and write.
Caressed by Moonlight was written on my spare time. I would hide away in my room and type furiously on my keyboard, the ideas flowing from my fingertips.
Caressed by Moonlight is the first within the Rulers of Darkness series and is a combination of historical and paranormal romance – my two favorite romance genres in one book.
Dorian is a vampire king, a ruler of darkness, who comes to London hoping to save his Clan from the hunters, intent on destroying his race.
Victoria is a lovely young woman thrown into the harsh realm of reality. Orphaned and without a penny in her pocket, she must marry a suitable man of means in order to retain custody of her younger sister, the only family she has left.
When Dorian and Victoria meet, sparks of love and lust set fire to the pages. Although, Victoria knows he is not the right man for her and Dorian knows that his world is too dangerous for a mortal. But, they can’t deny their attraction and soon they are thrust together by fate. Will Victoria, a mortal woman, be able to survive in Dorian’s harsh, unforgiving world of darkness?
Caressed by Moonlight is one of five books that I have planned for this series and I hope I can rearrange some things in my life so that I may have more time to write. I am anxious to share the other rulers of darkness characters and their stories with my readers.
I am currently working on Caressed by Night, Rulers of Darkness #2. Tentative release: February 2012 – I am hoping to release it before then, if time will allow.
Thank you for having me and I wish you all happy reading!
Caressed by Moonlight
By Amanda J Greene
Book 1 Rulers of Darkness Series
Book Description:
Dorian Vlakhos is no ordinary aristocrat. He is a vampire king, who will do anything to save his clan from complete annihilation, before an ancient curse can claim his immortal life.
Penniless and orphaned, Victoria Kingston has nothing to bring to a marriage, yet she must shackle an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage by the end of the month or forfeit her rights as guardian of her younger sister. With the help of her dearest friend, Victoria begins her hunt, and vows to stay far away from the dark, mysterious, Dorian Vlakhos.
After meeting the beautifully innocent Miss Kingston, Dorian had to have her. He would do absolutely anything to make Victoria his. One sweet stolen kiss would bring them together while a force, more powerful than any vampire would bind them for all eternity. But treachery, war, and death rule Dorian’s dark world and Victoria would be fortunate to survive.
Get it at: Amazon
Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/caressed-by-moonlight-amanda-j-greene/1100977594
ARe http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-caressedbymoonlight-529040-139.html
Amanda J. Greene is an erotic paranormal romance author. When she is not writing, she can be found playing the role of a full time university student, who works part time.
She lives in Southern California with her very supportive military husband and their sweet cocker spaniel.
For more information about her upcoming books, visit www.amandajgreene.com.
You can also find her at:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Amanda-J-Greene/162646687109294
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4503428.Amanda_J_Greene
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Maria Schneider to the blog! Today she is visiting to talk about her book – Under Witch Moon!
Backseat - Tell us a bit about yourself and your writing.
Maria – I’m it. Well, I have a dozen or so readers who write and let me know that I’m too slow at my job! I love each and every one of them.
Maria – I write cozy mysteries as well as the Urban Fantasy series. The Sedona O’Hala mysteries are lighter, humorous and the only magic is in the fact that Sedona manages to survive her various jobs. My stand alone, Catch an Honest Thief, involves a bit of a “futuristic” bent, but contains only the magic of romance, not of spells.
Adriel should have known that with a werewolf, it never stopped with just one body. She would have gone to the police after witnessing Dolores’ death, but she wasn’t certain the killer she saw was responsible for the other murders. Besides, the police didn’t believe in werewolves, and they weren’t going to believe she was a witch either so what could she tell them?
She kept her eyes and ears open while she tried to help her latest client escape the clutches of a voodoo witch, but things went from bad to worse when more bodies turned up. She was greatly relieved when she met White Feather, an undercover cop. Unfortunately, he wasn’t convinced she was innocent of all wrong-doing.
It was going to take every spell she knew and a few she hadn’t tried to solve the murders and stay alive.
Backseat Nightmares would like to thank Maria for dropping by and sharing with us! Hop over to Amazon and pick up a copy of her book. Once you are done with that, drop by her site and say hi!
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Welcome back to Backseat Nightmares!
We are joining Jean Murray again. Yesterday we had the opportunity to read a guest post from Jean and learn a bit about Soul Reborn. Today was are going to be able to read an excerpt, find out a bit about Jean Murry and also have the opportunity to read the blurb for the book!
Here’s the excerpt for Soul Reborn:
Lilly walked slowly across the great expanse of the front entrance to the stairs. The smallest sound of her metal weapons hitting the curve of her hips resonated in the large room like the distant sound of wind chimes. Her eyes locked immediately on the dark shape as he watched her ascend the steps to the Egyptian exhibit where Kendra conducted her work. He never moved, even as she lost sight of him around the corner. Only then did she turn and join her sisters.
With books strewn everywhere, Lilly had to step carefully to avoid tripping or falling. Kendra, lying on her stomach in the middle floor, looked like she was reading a book at the beach. Lilly shook her head at the complete vulnerability of her sister’s position. Kendra couldn’t defend herself from that pose.
Another chill rippled down her back. The other hulking deity stood like a statue in one of the darker corners of the exhibit. Larger than Asar, the god had thick black hair that fell past his shoulders and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. Asar addressed him as Kamen. With his arms clasped in front of his chest, he looked as if he belonged here among all the antiquities. His stoicism did not match the wildness in his eyes. His stare would wilt even the strongest resolve.
“Where do you need us, Kend?” Lilly asked, looking around.
Kendra bounced up to hand Kit a book and brought her notes over to Lilly. “I need you to go into the archive and find a picture of the goddess marked with these symbols. I think I know who our key thief is and where she might be heading to next, but I need a picture to see the writings inscribed on her sarcophagus.”
Lilly headed down to the basement.
When she pulled out a drawer of the cataloging system, a plume of dust exploded into the air. Apparently, the drawers hadn’t been opened in a very long time. She waved her hand in front of her face, but it didn’t stop her from sneezing. Memories of climbing through old dig sites with her father surfaced in her mind, followed by another series of sneezes. “God, I hate this stuff,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. She shivered and immediately looked to her left.
“Your sister seems to enjoy it.”
“Well, it’s her thing.”
Asar stepped closer. “What is your thing, Lilly?”
His question actually made her laugh. “My thing? Yeah, well. I guess that would be killing revens.” She scratched the back of her neck, where it burned just under the skin. “Seems I’ve run into a cold spell.”
“I cannot very well let you die. And you made me vow to keep your sisters from harm. Letting you fight revens would seem a contradiction to our agreement.”
With her choice of expletives threatening to break free, she bit and held her tongue tightly. How was she going to explain this to Mother? All of a sudden her best hunters had no kills. She rubbed her neck again and twisted her head a few times to stretch the muscles. Finally, she turned back to what she had been doing and tried to ignore the fact a deity loomed over her shoulder. Not to mention her neck hurt like hell where the snake’s fangs leaked venom into her muscles.
An occupational hazard for the Nehebkau.
Lilly leafed through the parchments carefully laid on top of one another. She finally found the one she was looking for and carefully pulled it out of the stack. Rolling it up, she turned to leave, but his black body blocked her egress.
“Excuse me.” She didn’t bother hiding the annoyance in her voice.
He turned to the side. She tried to pass without touching him. She needed to stay focused on the task and not his body, but he didn’t budge an inch to accommodate her. The burning in her neck only added to her acrid mood. Finally, she pushed past, but not before her breasts brushed against his cold broad chest. Her nipples instantly tightened into small peaks underneath her vest. Of all things she didn’t want to happen.
Why the hell did he have to be so cold?
Over the table, she spread the parchment containing sketches of the hieroglyphics matching Kendra’s picture. Her stalker stood in the corner watching her. His ass could stay there for all she cared. She leaned over the small table and rested on her elbows, which brought her sleek blonde hair forward over her shoulders to block her view of him.
“When was your conversion?”
She stiffened as the serpent shifted under her skin. He moved just behind her, never making a sound. She glanced over her shoulder. He was nearly five feet away, yet her skin rose up in goose bumps. She rubbed the big knot of muscle running from her neck to her shoulder. “Five years ago.”
He stepped closer. “It is a very painful transformation, relative to the species of snake.”
She caught his gratuitous glance down her back to her ass. No doubt a hint of her pink lace panties peeked out from beneath the waist band.
As if she didn’t already know it was painful. She lived through the damn thing. Her current level of discomfort was a constant reminder of that moment. If she had known how agonizing it would be in the beginning, she’d have never agreed to it. Straightening up off the table, she refocused her attention back to the parchment.
“Hold still.”
Every muscle in her body tightened to fight when his ice cold fingers pressed against the base of her neck across the snake’s head. She didn’t like having her back turned to a potential enemy. Well, not so much an enemy, as an unwanted business partner.
A partner with hands of magic.
“An Egyptian asp is a very deadly snake. Used for the execution of criminals, it signifies the power over life and death.”
Her shoulders melted as the pain dissolved under his touch. The cold chill against her skin ceased when he pulled his hand away. She turned around to face him. With her arms crossed over her chest, she leaned her bottom against the table.
“Appropriate, seeing as I kill revens for a living, and we just added a convicted goddess to the list.”
“Fate, perhaps.” Asar touched his pectoral necklaces hidden under his tunic.
Lilly followed the motion to his chest.
“May I see them?” she asked. Surprise fluctuated in his eyes, but then he untied the tunic in the front and pulled back the edges. Honed out of well chiseled muscle his chest spanned above a six pack abdomen. His dark skin entirely smooth and devoid of hair held tautly against the bulk of muscle. The locations she had come in contact were lighter in color. His linen pants hung dangerously low against his hips, just above his pubic bone. Lilly glanced away when heat flushed her face. It took all her strength to refocus on the necklaces.
The three gold ropes lay at the broadest part of his chest. She recognized the lion and the moon pendent. The second, a ram’s head. The third, a crown with a crook and flail. With her lower lip pulled between her teeth she slowly extended her fingertips to touch the three medallions.
She searched his expression for any displeasure, but it remained placid. He at least wasn’t offended by her curiosity and touch. She withdrew her hand, and saw a cast of disappointment in his eyes despite his emotionless face.
“You left it there for me to find,” she said, astounded. “Did you know it would bring you here?”
“Your youngest sister has not been initiated into the Nehebkau. Why?”
His blatant disregard of her question, only confirmed her suspicions. Damn if she didn’t walk right into his plans. “I wouldn’t let her. It’s much too dangerous.”
“But you let your other sister.”
“Kit can handle herself,” she quipped.
“Do you know what they say about Nehebkau?” Asar asked, as he walked around the table.
“He was the God of Protection,” Lilly said, tracking him with her eyes. He circled her like a predator testing his prey.
“He is the God of Protection, both in life and in the afterlife. The ancient Egyptians depicted him in the form of a snake with a human body. He joins the Ka, the soul, to the body.”
“Well, then Mother picked the right god to represent us. I just hope the revens we kill eventually find peace.”
Asar narrowed his eyes on her. “Mother? Your mother?”
“No. It’s a term we, Nehebkau, use for our leader. She believed in the curse, and used Nehebkau’s spell to create hunters to combat the revens. Mother believes we can find a talisman to cure those afflicted.” Lilly looked directly at the pectoral necklace, the very one she placed around his neck.
“What of your natural mother?”
Lilly glanced away and shrugged. “It’s always been our father and us. She left when we were very young.”
Despite her efforts, she couldn’t keep the pain out of her voice, which made her feel even more vulnerable–a sensation that never sat well with her. Her pain turned to bitterness. “I don’t see the relevance to this discussion. Does it really matter what kind of snake I have implanted in my body? It gives me the strength to protect what I love. Why are you even interested in my family?”
He moved closer, and placed his hands on the table on either side of her hips. With no means of escape, she leaned back, but he closed the space.
“Your reasons for joining the Nehebkau reveal the character of your soul. It is no coincidence the asp was chosen for you. It was chosen for you by the gods. As you said, we want the same thing. To protect what we love. The gods have decided to cross our paths, our fates. It is important we succeed. You are not the only one that has family at stake.”
She straightened closing the distance between them as far as she dared without touching him. “Yes, this is personal for me. The curse destroyed my family’s life. I’ll do everything in my power to stop it. And, if you are asking whether I’d betray your trust? No. No, I wouldn’t.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly before he pulled away, though his hands remained on the table close to her hips. She let out a heavy breath.
Lilly saw the hunger in his eyes. Hunger she had seen several times before when he stared at her. She squirmed under his gaze. With very little room to move, her hip brushed his arm. The fire in his eyes intensified with the slight contact. A stark contrast to the coldness of his skin.
Finally, she couldn’t take it. “Do you have to look at me that way?”
“What look would that be, Lilly?”
Another chill ran down her spine when he said her name. She lifted her chin. “The one that looks as if you are going to take a bite out of me. It’s very disconcerting. I’ve enough problems with revens trying to make me a meal.”
He blinked, then suddenly his eyes darkened. He leaned in closer so that his lips almost touched hers. “You mean this look.”
She inhaled sharply. Her heart clashed against her chest. “Yes.”
“And what if I wanted to take a little nibble?”
The words sent an instant rush of heat through her body, tingling in all the right places. She closed her eyes, and gripped the table. The wood creaked under the stress.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
She complied and found him staring into her soul. Her connection to him was so strong. Everything about him pulled her in. The more she struggled to stop it, the stronger it became.
Her body trembled, feeling the cold press of his lips against hers. Coldness spread over her face, cool and delicious. Like, an ice cold drink on a sweltering day, quenching an unknown thirst. His strong cold hands grasped tightly around her biceps and pulled her in tighter to his mouth. Her reluctance got lost somewhere in the taste of him. Desperation overcame her as he aggressively sought out her tongue with his own. A moan escaped her lips with the onslaught of pleasure. He answered her with a growl which resonated in his chest, spurring her to slip her hands under his tunic and up his tight muscular back.
The deep growl of arousal propelled to a deafening roar. He reared back and retreated several feet into the darkness.
She gasped. To stabilize herself, she gripped the table and leaned over to catch her breath. Her warm fingertips pressed against her burning lips.
“Whoa,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Stay? Go? Run? She just kissed an Egyptian god–the God of the Underworld, no less. Her body throbbed from a simple kiss.
Who was she kidding? There was nothing simple about it.
Pen Name: Jean Murray
Key to the Cursed Book 1: Soul Reborn
Web Address: www.jean-murray.com ; www.keytothecursed.com
Blog Address: www.wickedromance.wordpress.com
Face Book: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-Murray-Paranormal-Romance-Author/130589967006760
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/user/KeytotheCursed?ob=5#p/u/0/smSJsJp5o74
Contact Information: jean.murray@trfx.com ;
Bio: Jean Murray was born and raised in a small town on the east coast. In her pursuit of a nursing degree, she aspired to see the world and joined the Navy. One of the benefits of her membership in the Armed Forces, she has had the opportunity to travel and live in different parts of the world and the United States. Her travels abroad have given her the opportunity to experience different cultures. It inspired her to delve into Ancient Egyptian myths and legends for her debut novel, Soul Reborn, book 1 in the Key to the Cursed series from Crescent Moon Press, now available.
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Web Address: www.crescentmoonpress.com
Marketing Director: Marlene Castricato midnightcandle1@yahoo.com ;
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-0-9828200-6-3
Length: Novel
Publication Date: Feb 2011
Cover art by Ash Arceneaux
THE HUMAN REALM, HIS BATTLEFIELD.
Asar, the Egyptian God of the Underworld, has been tortured and left soulless by a malevolent goddess, relegating him to consume the very thing he was commissioned to protect. Human souls. Now an empty shell of hatred, Asar vows to kill the goddess and anyone involved in her release, but fate crosses his path with a beautiful blonde huntress who has a soul too sweet to ignore.
DEADLY SECRETS BETTER LEFT UNEARTHED.
Lilly, fearless commander of the Nehebkau huntresses, is the only thing standing in the way of the goddess’ undead army unleashing hell on earth. But Lilly has a secret—one she is willing to sell her soul to keep. If the Underworld god discovers her role in the dig that released the goddess, she will lose everything, including his heart.
TAGLINE “Only the strongest love can unlock the souls of the Underworld.”
Backseat Nightmares would like to thank Jean Murray for visiting with us these last 2 days. I hope you enjoyed what you read as much as I did! Pick up a copy of this book and take the opportunity to experience the whole story!
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Jean Murray, author of Soul Reborn! She’s dropping by today and tomorrow and sharing about her book. On the schedule today is her guest post and a little bit about her book. Tomorrow we are going to have the opportunity to read an excerpt from Soul Reborn! I don’t know about you, but I love reading excerpts, as it give me a good idea of whether or not I’ll like the book!
Without further ado, here is Jean:
Monsters: What nightmares are made of…
Humans, as a whole, we are a pretty complex and complicated species. Emotions drive a large part of our world and regulate our reaction to it, but what if one emotion, like fear, goes unregulated. Our imaginations tend to get the best of us and further accelerate our fear—seeing things that are not there¸ physically triggering our fight or flight response, manifesting phobias, and causing insomnia.
Fear is a good thing, right? It keeps us safe from dangerous situations. Makes us avoid dark alleyways. Makes us cross the street when a stranger approaches. Our instincts, that strange feeling we get in our gut or the prickling sensation on the back of our neck, tells us danger is approaching. We need fear to keep us alive and avoid bodily harm.
Not that there isn’t enough things to fear in the world, humans have created projections of our fears through creatures that are beyond our reality. Vampires, werewolves, monsters, demons, zombies. These creatures have pervaded our fables, legends, books and movies. And they are more popular than ever, and with human-like qualities. Our sense of humanity is tied into these manifestations of our fear, whether it is the fear of our mortality, loss of control, or animalistic desires.
The paranormal and horror genres push the limits of our fear but in a controlled way. There is always a beginning and an end and no one gets harmed. God forbid, if nature found a way to recreate our imagination. The world would be a whole different place.
Out of all the monsters, I think zombies are my worst fear. I use them in my novel, Soul Reborn. Revens are cursed human souls that are used by a malevolent goddess to bring death and destruction to our world. I think what makes them so effective in the story is that they will never find peace. There is no end or afterlife for revens— just a nightmare that repeats itself. But, all good stories must have an ending. Lilly and her sisters, Kit and Kendra, are the cure to end their suffering— The Key to the Cursed.
What do you fear? Do you have a favorite “creature/monster” and why?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-0-9828200-6-3
Length: Novel
Publication Date: Feb 2011
Cover art by Ash Arceneaux
THE HUMAN REALM, HIS BATTLEFIELD.
Asar, the Egyptian God of the Underworld, has been tortured and left soulless by a malevolent goddess, relegating him to consume the very thing he was commissioned to protect. Human souls. Now an empty shell of hatred, Asar vows to kill the goddess and anyone involved in her release, but fate crosses his path with a beautiful blonde huntress who has a soul too sweet to ignore.
DEADLY SECRETS BETTER LEFT UNEARTHED.
Lilly, fearless commander of the Nehebkau huntresses, is the only thing standing in the way of the goddess’ undead army unleashing hell on earth. But Lilly has a secret—one she is willing to sell her soul to keep. If the Underworld god discovers her role in the dig that released the goddess, she will lose everything, including his heart.
TAGLINE “Only the strongest love can unlock the souls of the Underworld.”
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome David M. Brown to the blog! He’s dropping by today to answer some questions about himself and his work. He’s currently touring with Goddessfish Productions. For more stops on the tour, click HERE.
Nightmares - Tell us a little bit about yourself and your work please.
David – I was born in Barnsley, South Yorkshire, a former mining town and one I’m proud to have my roots in. I currently live in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, with my wife, Donna, and our six cats – Kain, Razz, Buggles, Charlie, Bilbo and Frodo. I write in the fantasy genre though I am trying to do something a little different to my peers.
Nightmares - How long have you been writing?
David – I started writing at college in 1999. I was spending a lot of my free time on my brother’s Playstation and one day I discovered the Final Fantasy series. Those games had a great bearing on the birth of my writing but I couldn’t have imagined back then how far my writing journey would take me.
Nightmares - Who are your cheerleaders? Who continues to encourage you to write?
David – My biggest fan and greatest critic is my wife, Donna. We were friends when I first shared my writing with her and she’s been a great influence on me ever since. I’m a very shy person at heart but Donna gives me the support and encouragement I need to be assertive.
Nightmares - Can you tell us about your new release, A World Apart?
David – A World Apart is an upcoming release which I’m hard at work on at the moment. It’s set many centuries after the events of my debut novel, Fezariu’s Epiphany, but will retain the essence of that book with the emphasis being more on the characters rather than the world they inhabit. The story will focus on three childhood friends – Demetrius, Eleyna and Halcyon – who form part of a love triangle which begins in their teens and continues into adulthood. The novel will be set in the western colonies and will feature Elenchera’s very own pirates!
Nightmares - What do you love about writing?
David – I love to use my imagination, I enjoy having the godly power to control the destinies of thousands of characters and to shape the history of a world that is entirely my own! Not that this always works out for me. Some of my characters are very strong-willed and have dictated to me how their stories should go. I never take it personally. They’re always right!
Nightmares - What’s the hardest part about writing?
David – The editing process is always difficult but fun at the same time. I enjoy the second draft, reading the story properly for the first time but after that draft I do feel the pressure to get every sentence, paragraph and page as good as I can make them. Reaching that point is never easy but even harder is knowing when enough is enough. You can edit a novel too much. I have been guilty of it in the past.
Nightmares - Who is your favorite character(s) in A World Apart?
David – Demetrius and Eleyna are the focal point of the novel so I would have to favour them. After separating in their teens they take very different paths through life but the cruel hands of fate draw them back together. By the time they are reunited they are not the same people as they were years before. The respective people they have become proves hard for each of them to stomach.
Nightmares - Do you see any of yourself in your characters?
David – A lot of my characters tend to head for inns and taverns a lot for a good drink so that aspect of me does crop up quite often! Some characters are withdrawn like me but many I shape by thinking of all the things I am not. I do tend to pick up on unusual traits from family, friends and work colleagues and sometimes incorporate those aspects into my work.
Nightmares - What is your favorite scene? Why/explain
David – I haven’t written this scene yet because it’s towards the end and I intend for it to be a moving experience for the reader. I can’t say too much without giving everything away but the scene will involve Demetrius and Eleyna who are finally honest with each other about many things from their past. There is a huge void between them at this point but is it an irrevocable one? You’ll have to wait and see.
Nightmares - Where do you get your inspiration for your work?
I always loved history at school and I read history books extensively even though I left university eight years ago! History has been the biggest inspiration for me, especially when it comes to creating wars and rebellions in the Elencheran timelines. Other influences include films, especially world cinema, which I tend to favour more than Hollywood these days. There was a time when I would never have dreamed of making such a statement.
Nightmares - What is your most favorite book of all time?
David – Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood is as good as it gets for me. I loved the novel as soon as I read it and have since made two further trips. The writing style seems quite simple but Murakami evokes some powerful emotions on the page and the story and characters in Norwegian Wood are all amazing.
Nightmares - Where can your fans find you?
David – I’m on social networks so if you have questions about Elenchera you can email me or message me on Twitter (@elenchera), Facebook or MySpace. I also have a blog, The World According to Dave, and there’s plenty to learn about Elenchera on my website www.elenchera.com so do stop by sometime.
Nightmares - Where is the best place to find your work?
David – Fezariu’s Epiphany and Short Stories I-IV are both available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords. Thanks to my wonderful wife, Donna, who is also my publicist as well as editor, critic and friend, you can find details on my website of all the places my books are available. Thanks to Donna, there are plenty of options.
Nightmares - Anything you’d like to add?
David – I’d like to say thank you for taking the time to interview me. I hope your readers have enjoyed my answers and that they are interested in learning more about Elenchera. I’m always happy to hear any feedback readers may have, whether it’s good or bad. Believe me when I say I do take criticism on board and I want to provide novels that readers will love. That’s more important to me than fame or fortune ever will be.
Backseat Nightmares would like to thank David fro dropping by and sharing some information with us! Drop by his blogs, follow him on twitter or like him on Facebook. Hopefully he’ll come back again with some more information for us!
Author bio:
David M. Brown was born in Barnsley in 1982 and first conceived the idea of Elenchera in college. His love of history and English led him to read these subjects at Huddersfield University. David is inspired by medieval history, Norse mythology and Japanese role-playing video games and anime films. He lives in Huddersfield with his wife Donna and their six rescue cats.
The Elencheran Chronicles: http://elenchera.com
The World According to Dave: http://blog.elenchera.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/elenchera http://www.facebook.com/fezariu
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/elenchera
Book Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPgcNNLMBvY
Backseat Nightmares would like to welcome Shannon Grey author of The Shoppe of Spells to the blog. She is currently touring her book around the blogs and is dropping by today with a guest post. Without further ado, her she is:
Dimensional Portals by Shanon Grey
As I sat here in my cozy North Georgia cottage, feeling the first cool weather in months, I started thinking about my series, the Gatekeepers. Essentially, it is a collection of stories about Ruthorford, Georgia and its inhabitants–a very special place created for very special people–people with special gifts, one of which allows them to open a dimensional portal and control the creatures that come through.
Dimensional portals have become almost commonplace in our day and age, at least to writers. What makes mine unusual is that the idea came from a real life experience. Many years ago, my husband and I rented a townhouse in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Actually, it was a godsend, for at the time neither of us had jobs or a decent place to live. Along came Mary, who happened to have an extra townhouse hanging around. Of course, she failed to tell us that it was a rather unique townhouse and that the reason it was vacant was that things kept happening that drove people away.
We moved into the modern, clean large two-story. So what if its layout was a little odd. We would just use that strange tiny room in the master–where we supposed a bath should have gone–for storage. Other than that, it was a dream come true. As our friendship evolved, Mary spent more and more time over there, doing crafts–not witchcraft–just regular crafts, like beadwork and candle-making. One day, as we trudged up the stairs to the second floor craft room, a room quickly converted back to a quest room at a second’s notice, we were discussing the fact that we thought we kept seeing a cat in the townhouse. We had no cat. As we approached the landing where the stairs took a ninety-degree turn, she grabbed my arm–just as I hit the wall. Except, for me, there was no wall. I was getting ready to step through a doorway. I turned and saw her staring at the plain plaster wall, eyes wide as saucers.
“Did you see that?” she whispered.
Ever erring on the side of caution, and refusing to succumb to the hysteria I felt building, I tried to sound nonchalant as I squeaked, “What?”
“You didn’t see anything?”
“Did you?”
In an instant, we turned and fled down the stairs like the brave thirty-some year-old women that we were, nearly tripping over one another in the process.
Taking a scientific approach, I shoved a piece of paper in her hands, shushing her before she could say anything. We both wrote down what we’d seen. As we compared our papers (which was done sitting in my car–just in case), it turned out that we had pretty much seen the same thing. It was as if we’d been looking out a back door into a garden. Nothing unusual about that. Except, we knew that the tiny barren area behind the townhouse looked nothing like a garden. Our observations even had it down to the placement of trees and a bench.
An hour later, our courage being reinforced by the need to use the bathroom, we ventured back into the house. Once we did, we scoured that place from one end to the other. I am still not sure exactly what we expected to find.
Don’t get excited. Although many other unique things happened at that townhouse, the portal never appeared again. Believe me; we tried. The less anything happened, the more we tried. We attempted to replicate the experience–by time of day; which one of us was positioned where; even down to the clothes we were wearing. Nothing. Of course, I’m not sure what we would have done had we succeeded.
What happened? I have no idea. Mass hysteria of two? I haven’t a clue.
However, all these years later and around the time Mary was failing from breast cancer, I took a walk through Dunaway Gardens, a gorgeous place near my home. I’m not going to tell you I ran into our “garden.” I didn’t. However, something must have clicked, because later, when I got to Barnes & Noble–having just ordered a cinnamon scone–the idea for The Shoppe of Spells came to me. I grabbed the bag, sat at one of those tiny tables, and outlined the story on the scone bag, having removed said scone, of course. That bag is framed in my office.
Over the years, I have had one or two additional experiences that have made me question the existence of multiple dimensions. Who knows? At least it led me to the Gatekeepers, for which I will be forever grateful.
When is a whole more than the sum of its parts? When it has ties to the quaint little town of Ruthorford, GA, as Morgan Briscoe discovers when a cryptic message threatens to change her life forever.
Morgan’s relatively normal life is turned on its ear when she learns not only that she is adopted, but her birth parents are dead and she now holds half-interest in a business with their ward, Dorian Drake, who, despite his riveting good looks, can barely conceal his hostility toward his new partner.
Morgan discovers that she is more than she seems and together she and Dorian have the ability to control a portal to another dimension. Unable to control their growing attraction, Morgan and Dorian dance around their desires and her burgeoning abilities, until danger forces them to face their destiny.
Shanon Grey
FictionWeaver
Weaving romance and suspense with threads of the paranormal
Shanon Grey weaves romance and suspense with threads of the paranormal. THE SHOPPE OF SPELLS is the first in her series, THE GATEKEEPERS. Shanon spent her life on coasts, both the beautiful Atlantic and the balmy Gulf. Hurricane Katrina taught her the fragility of life and the strength of friendship, family and starting over. She currently lives in northern Georgia, trading the familiarity of the coast for the lush beauty and wonder of the mountains, where her husband fulfilled her lifelong dream—to live in a cottage in the woods. There, she garners inspiration from horses grazing on rolling pastures and deer that wander by to tease her beloved dog.
You can join her on Facebook , follow her on Twitter at and visit her website at www.shanongrey.com. Contact her at shanongreybooks@yahoo.com. She would love to hear from you.
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Welcome back to Backseat Nightmares! Today we are visiting with Rebecca Royce again! This time we are getting a chance to read an excerpt of her book. Let’s start with the blurb for the book and then move on to the excerpt!
The Conditioned, Book one
Thirty years ago, after the breakdown of an oil negotiation, the President of the United States decided that all people born with unusual abilities, which he would now refer to as “the condition”, would be locked away from the general public where they couldn’t harm others. Parents and loved ones of these people, most of whom were children, were forced to turn them in upon penalty of death. Formed to keep the institutions secure, the Committee for the Protection of a Free Society now rules these institutions with an iron fist.
The granddaughter of one the Committee members, Addison Wade has lived her life wary of the institutions and all they represent. A woman of secrets, she is forced to turn to Safe Dawn, one of the facilities designed to hold conditioned people, when her nephew is kidnapped and, despite her best efforts, cannot be recovered. She knows the last thing anyone in ‘Safe Dawn’ will want to do is to help a Wade with any problems, but she is desperate and out of options.
Spencer Lewis is famous for being the premier conditioned ‘locator.’ There’s no one he can’t find and he has a soft spot for missing children. But, Spencer has been through a trauma and locating Jeremy Wade may be dangerous both to himself and to those around him. In addition, he takes one look at ice cold Addison Wade and wants nothing more than to knock her down a peg. Never having turned down an opportunity to help a child, he reluctantly agrees to help recover Jeremy.
In a world where nothing is as it seems and every person they encounter has his own agenda, Addison and Spencer will find that the only people they can trust are each other. But how can anyone fall in love living in a world that wants you dead just for being born?
Excerpt:
Spencer nearly swallowed his tongue when he’d stormed into the room in one of his too common rages and stumbled on the blonde with the cold blue eyes sitting in the chair to the left. Stunning didn’t begin to describe her. She had made the world stop for a moment.
That she was a Wade didn’t surprise him, not in the least.
Despite the heat of attraction, he could almost feel a chill. Then again, the whole family was said to have ice instead of blood running through their veins. Addison Wade sat frigidly in her chair, her expression haughty and removed, as if she was more concerned with not wrinkling her skirt than noticing that he was in the room. They had come asking for help to find a missing boy? She looked like she was making a quick stop before some trendy lunch date.
Spencer had some experience with finding missing children, he was used to the families falling apart, not sitting calmly looking like they had just come from a day at a hair salon.
At least they had come.
Surprising as that was, until then, Spencer would have sworn a Wade would rather swallow their tongue then come near one of the institutions. The whole thing was ironic, considering he was in the presence of two of the people responsible for the misery that plagued so many of his people and necessitated the continuing use of these places.
He should tell the Wades to go screw themselves.
Why was it his problem that they couldn’t keep track of their own child?
Even as the thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it. In his life, he’d always helped a child if he could. In this case, the could would be the ultimate question. Spencer had no idea if he was even capable of performing the functions they would need to locate their nephew.
Knowing that every eye in the room was focused on him, including Will’s, he turned around to regard the women who sat behind him. Leaning on the desk behind him, he gave Addison a good long stare. If she already thought he was a savage, why not live up to the role? There would be hell to pay from Will later, but just watching the woman squirm would be worth it.
“Your nephew has gone missing.” He made his statement sound like a question. He knew the kid was gone, Will had just said he was and Will was, as far as Spencer could tell, never wrong.
“Yes, he disappeared from his bedroom a month ago.”
“Spencer, I told them you aren’t available for the assignment. I’m going to assign someone else.” He dark tones clearly expressed what he thought of Spencer’s presence in the room at that moment. “Your other issue, the one that had you storming in here like a lunatic, I’ll look into the matter later.”
Ignoring Will, he continued his long stare at princess Addison. “And it took you a whole month to come here? What were you doing?”
“Why we were too busy to come here, naturally. I had a ski vacation in Aspen and my aunt needed to get her nails done every day.” Addison’s sarcasm spit from her mouth and Spencer nearly laughed aloud. So, the cat had claws. What was wrong with him that he liked it so much?
“Temper, temper, Ms. Wade.” Spencer ignored the tug in his groin that said he was more than just a little aware of how attractive she was.
“I don’t like your implication, Mr. Lewis. For your information, we have been working with the authorities and trying to handle this nightmare ourselves.” She looked down and for a moment, Spencer swore she was biting the inside of her cheek. Her foot still tapped on the floor. When she looked up, her gaze was not on him, but on Will behind him. Spencer narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like that one bit.
“I realize this is the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate us. We are sitting here in your office, easy targets. But, we’ve come here in good faith, to ask you for help in our most desperate situation. Can you help us or should we leave?”
“We can help you. I’ll assign you someone.” Will stood up and walked around the desk to stand next to him, placing a hand on his arm. Spencer started. When was the last time the other man had touched him? A jolt of psychic awareness filled the room, although he was sure the two non-sensitives wouldn’t feel it. Why was Will pushing on his senses so hard? “But it won’t be Spencer here helping you. As I said, he’s not capable of doing what you need him to do right now.”
Addison’s eyes showed relief. “That’s fine. We’ll be most grateful.”
Oh, hell no. “I can do it.”
“What?” Will and Addison spoke at the same time. Spencer crossed his arms over his chest.
“I said I could do it. I’ll find the missing Wade child, your nephew.”
“No.” Addison stood up.
Looking left and right between Addison and Spencer, the older woman Will had called Morgan stood up too, a pained expression on her features showing her worry.
“No?”
“Mr. Rhodes says you are not capable of doing the job. Therefore, we need someone else.”
“I said I would do it, and I’m the best there is. No one else can find your nephew as quickly as I can. You do care about that, don’t you, Ms. Wade? Or do people in your position, who wait a month to get the services of freaks like us, not care about things like the mental health of the missing child?”
Addison’s mouth gaped open and he had the momentary pleasure of watching her do her best imitation of the number zero. Satisfaction crept up his spine. Let the spawn of all things evil feel lower than low for a while. Nothing he’d ever said had felt better.
Until he saw her hand shake.
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Author Bio: As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.
I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. We live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.
I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
I’d love to hear from you!
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