*Night Mistress comes down stairs eying guests* What did you do now?
*Minion Juli sets broom before bottom step* “Nothing, Mistress. I was just checking the mob. They’re trying to break the door bell–I mean spell.
*Mistress*: Have they yet?
*Minion shakes head* No, ma’am. Not yet.
Mistress: Good, but if they do, we’ve got reinforcements. Our next guest knows a thing or two about vampires, but also, I hear, magic. Maybe she can put a spell on the ba…gentleman and make sure he stays…well, dead as a zombie can be (*grumbles*). Never mind… Come get comfortable by the fire here, Alexis. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
Alexis Morgan: Well, I love telling stories and sharing them with others. I’ve written western romances, paranormal romances, fantasy romances, and have a new series starting next year that is set in the real world. It’s been fine working on those, although dealing with the lack of fangs and swords has been a bit hard for me.
Mistress: Now for the questions. What inspired your novel Savage Redemption?
Alexis: I find the idea of a man struggle when caught in between worlds fascinating. Conlan Shea, the hero in SAVAGE REDEMPTION, is a perfect example. He is half human and half vampire, having the strengths of both and none of the weaknesses. Yet, the vampires look down on his kind because of their mixed blood, and the humans fear them for their superior strength. He had worked for the government hunting down criminals, but made the mistake of trusting the wrong woman and lost everything. Out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit, he’s trying to rebuild his life. He still has the same driving need to find justice for others but can never go back to his old job, and yet has trouble facing a future without it.
Mistress: Which is your preference: All Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Day?
Alexis: I prefer All Hallow’s Eve—love all the kiddies in their costumes.
Mistress: They are cute—when they’re not part of angry mobs (*peers out window*) Forgive me. Where was I? Oh, yes, your favorite scary movie?
Alexis: In truth, I’m a bit of a movie weenie, so my favorite “horror” film is NIGHT OF THE LEPUS where giant bunny rabbits turn carnivorous and go on a rampage through the southwest. Seriously, it’s a hoot!
Mistress: It sounds fun. On a more human level, who’s hotter? Dr. Frankenstein, or Dracula?
Alexis: Definitely Dracula—who doesn’t love a man with fangs???
Mistress: Only if he doesn’t nibble too hard. He can nibble on the candy if he’s too rough. Speaking of candy….Candy corn or chocolate?
Alexis: Always chocolate. Can’t imagine a world without it. Sorry, Night Mistress, but if I couldn’t have chocolate, I wouldn’t want to be a vampire.
Mistress: Who said we can’t have chocolate? They lied. What are you going to dress up as for Halloween this year?
Alexis: As a romance writer (i.e, comfy clothes and bedroom slippers). ;-D
Mistress: Add some heels to those slippers and that might not be a bad costume! If you could be in any classic horror novel, or story (such as Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla, Turn of the Screw, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Tell-Tale Heart? The Raven?), which would it be?
Alexis: I’d choose to be the heroine in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, “Annabelle Lee.” I’m a romantic at heart, and the poem tells the story of an amazing but tragic passion between two lovers. Here’s my favorite stanza:
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Mistress: Ooh, I’m with you there! You know I actually met her and . . . Well, never mind. That’s a story for another night. Please give us a taste of your work.
SAVAGE REDEMPTION (Harlequin Nocturne)
Just when he’s getting his life back on track, the woman responsible for ruining it arrives-in jeopardy-on his doorstep.
When gunfire erupts just outside the gates of the O’Day estate, chief of security Conlan Shea is first on the scene. With bared fangs, the half vampire, half human gently turns the wounded victim over only to find himself staring into the exquisite turquoise eyes of the woman who ripped his heart out three years ago.
Kat Karr. The name still evokes such turmoil. One night of fierce passion had cost Conlan his life, his job and his heart. Now she’s back, injured and desperate for help. Kat’s in…
Conlan paused to catch his breath and listen as another volley of gunfire rang out. Just ahead, the road wound through a narrow valley between rocky hillsides that were covered in scrub bushes and trees. The dirt road was the only way through it, making it the perfect spot to stage an ambush. From the sound of things, several shooters were scattered along the ridges with only intermittent return fire coming from the valley floor. The only question was who was the bad guy in all of this—the ones on the high ground or the poor bastard pinned down on the road?
Only one way to find out. Conlan slowed down to consider the best approach. If he charged straight ahead, he might as well paint a target on his chest. The shots were only sporadic now, probably hoping to keep their target stationary until the guy ran out of ammunition.
Which meant Conlan needed to haul ass before it was too late. Circling around the base of the first hill, he scanned the area for any signs of the shooters. He spotted the first one sprawled on the ground on the ridge above. Dressed in camouflage clothing, the guy would’ve been almost invisible if he hadn’t happened to move right as Conlan looked in his direction.
One shot could take him out, but Conlan wouldn’t risk killing the wrong man. Instead, he started up the hillside, moving slowly to avoid drawing attention to himself. He got within ten yards before his target realized he was no longer alone.
Conlan kept the shooter’s head firmly centered in his crosshairs. “Drop your weapon.”
The guy didn’t hesitate. Rolling onto his back, he came up firing. Conlan dove to the side and got off three shots in rapid succession. The guy’s body jerked and twitched as each of the bullets found its mark. So much for a stealthy approach.
Ignoring the corpse, Conlan inched forward to the crest of the hill. Judging from the quality of the guy’s equipment, he’d been a mercenary, and a well-paid one at that. Somebody with big bucks had financed this attack. Conlan picked up the man’s gun and waved it in the air briefly doing his best to stay out of sight. With luck, the rest of the mercs would think it was their buddy signaling that all was well.
Before they figured out differently, he grabbed the dead man’s com device and moved farther south using the ridge for cover. A short distance away, he settled in behind a cluster of boulders and used the scope on his rifle to reconnoiter.
It wasn’t hard to choose sides, not when half a dozen heavily armed men had their guns aimed at the lone woman and two children huddled underneath the transport on the road below. Son of a bitch, this was about to get ugly.
Conlan ducked down to check on the ETA of his men. “Finn, where the hell are you?”
Thanks to the way the hills screwed with reception, his assistant’s voice kept breaking up. Conlan made out what sounded like five minutes, but he couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter. The shooters had gotten impatient and cut loose with another barrage of heavy fire.
A voice rang out from somewhere across the valley. “Hey, lady, do the smart thing and lay down your weapon and surrender. Our patience is wearing thin. You wouldn’t want something to happen to those cute little girls.”
Furious that they’d threaten children, Conlan answered for her. He picked out the closest target and squeezed the trigger twice. The first bullet slammed in to the merc’s shoulder and the second hit him in the side, spinning him around before he crumpled to the ground. Good. One more down, at least five more to go, although he wasn’t normally the type to keep score. After squeezing off another volley, Conlan crested the top of the ridge and took off slip-sliding down the hillside.
The enemy’s return fire showered him with leaves and branches as he dove behind a pair of trees. At least he was drawing the fire toward himself and away from the kids, not that didn’t mean he much liked being a target. In fact, it pissed him off big time. One way or another the bastards would pay.
He got off a lucky shot when another of the enemy made the mistake of standing up to get a bead on Conlan’s hiding spot. A splotch of red blossomed on the guy’s upper leg and his scream of fury and pain echoed through the valley. Three down. Conlan fired another two rounds and improved the odds even more.
The com unit he’d captured crackled to life. “Retreat! Grab the wounded! Retreat!”
Hoping like hell it wasn’t a ruse to draw him out, Conlan ran for the valley floor still raking the hilltops with bursts of fire as he ran.
“Don’t shoot! I’m coming in!” he yelled as he came up even with transport, still hoping to capture one of the mercs before they made their escape.
The woman screamed out a warning as a helicopter rose up over the hill to the west coming straight for them. Machine gunfire kicked up twin lines of dust straight toward Conlan and the transport. He ducked behind the vehicle and emptied his rifle as the helicopter passed overhead, taking grim satisfaction when the gunner dove back inside to avoid getting hit. Finally, the helicopter banked sharply away and disappeared over the hills to the south.
He hoped like hell they wouldn’t be back anytime soon. As the din of the rotors faded, Conlan picked up the sound of transports coming his way from the direction of the estate. Good, reinforcements were but seconds away. Meanwhile, he headed back to deal with the woman and her two kids. There was only one reason they’d be out here in the middle of nowhere: she was hoping Rafferty would offer them refuge.
Maybe he would, but the vampire wouldn’t much appreciate her showing up on his doorstep with a pack of armed killers hot on her trail. That wasn’t how this was supposed to work. She might not know it but the woman was about to get an earful.
He cautiously approached the transport. “Lady, lay down your gun and hold up your hands.”
No answer, just the sound of two children whimpering in fear. A sick feeling settled in his stomach. Had the mercs hit their target after all?
“Kids, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help.”
He kept his weapon ready as he rounded the front of the transport. As soon as he did, he bit back the urge to curse. The two kids, both girls, remained huddled under the transport, their faces ghostly pale. Fine, he’d deal with them in a minute. Priority one had to be the woman sprawled face down in the dust in a spreading pool of blood.
He propped his rifle against the transport and pulled out his phone, punching in Seamus Fitzhugh’s number.
“Doc, I’m going to be heading toward you with a gunshot victim and two traumatized kids. Not sure how serious the wound is yet, but judging by the blood pool, it’s bad. Thought you’d want a head’s up.”
He disconnected the call and knelt in the dirt next to the woman, who’d taken a hit in her upper right shoulder. She was still breathing, although she wouldn’t be for long if he didn’t get the bleeding stopped. Lacking anything else to use, he unbuttoned his shirt and wadded it up to use as a makeshift bandage on the exit wound.
“Lady, this is going to hurt like hell.”
Moving as carefully as he could, he sacrificed his T-shirt next, lifting her up far enough to work the thick pad of soft cotton underneath her to put pressure on the entry wound. It would have to do until Finn arrived.
Having done what he could, he turned his attention back to the children. “Girls, those transports pulling up are the good guys. Why don’t you come on out now? I need to know this lady’s name so I can notify the doctor who’s waiting to patch her up. It will be a big help if he can access her medical records.”
They stared at him for several seconds before the older girl nodded and started inching her way out from under the transport.
Her smaller companion followed close behind and whispered, “She’s our Aunt Kat.”
The older sister gasped. “Maggie, we’re not supposed to call her that!”
“I’m sorry, Rose. I forgot.”
Rose looked at Conlan, biting her lower lip. Finally, she said, “She’s our aunt, but her name’s not Kat. It’s Moira.”
Conlan didn’t call them on the lie. After getting a good look at the two girls, it was already too late. He knew in his gut the woman sprawled there in the bloody dust had eyes the same unusual shade of turquoise as her two nieces.
In fact, there were a lot of things he knew about the woman, like she had dimples when she smiled and a straight face when she lied. Her full name was Katherine Karr, and three years ago, she’d stolen Conlan’s life.
Mistress: Sounds exciting! Where can our guests find you on that evil little realm called the Web?
Mistress: So, lots of choices for our readers! Good luck with it, Alexis, and thanks for being with us tonight. It’s been a pleasure to have you! Folks please leave Alexis a comment or question. She’s been kind enough to offer one lucky commenter a signed copy of Savage Redemption! Good luck to you all and have a pleasant evening!
*Mistress glares at minion* Do you really think that’s the best way to deal with the problem?
Well? *Minion Juli ducks* We’ve got to try something. This mob is growing angrier by the minute.
They won’t survive.
Really? *Juli crosses arms* Look how far they’ve gotten. If anyone can help, they can. She’s on the guest list, after all.
*Mistress lays her hand to her forehead * Give me strength… All right, I’ll ask. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome our next guest, paranormal romance author Jean Murray. Jean’s the author of Soul Reborn. So tell me, dear Jean, do you know any ancient magic that might help quell this crowd? Never mind. Come sit by me, have some…oh, let’s break out the wine, shall we? Now, care to tell my visitors a little about yourself, dear?
Jean Murray: Similar to other authors, I’ve always had these stories bouncing around in my head. It helped pass the time driving, waiting in line etc… It wasn’t until 2009 that I actually thought to write them down. Before I knew it I had a four book vampire series. It wasn’t until my husband sparked the idea about publishing that I even considered submitting my manuscripts. At the time it was just a hobby. I’m so glad he did—it changed my life.
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 Key to the Cursed series from Crescent Moon Press.
Mistress: Curses maybe that’s what we need? Hm….. What inspired your novel, Soul Reborn?
Jean: Would you believe Scooby Doo? No really. I was searching for something unique to write that was different from vampires but had the same allure. Zombies were hot at the time, but I just couldn’t bring myself to writing a zombie romance. (I know some writers can pull it off, but me—no). I wanted to write something that stretched the line between paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Action, romance and a little humor thrown in for good measure. Frustrated, I sat down with my kids one day and they were watching a Scooby Doo Movie. This one was based in Egypt. It sparked an idea. The ancient Egyptian culture had always been an absolute love of mine. The idea that souls lived beyond death. When most people think of the Underworld, they think of hell, torture, punishment, but the Ancient Egyptians believed the Underworld was another realm of existence. If they passed the test they could live eternity in paradise. The majority of Underworld gods of ancient Egypt were benevolent. What a great backdrop for a book!
Mistress: I agree. Egyptian mythology is fascinating. So what became of your research?
Jean: I was told by several writers that publishers would only accept a historical Egyptian-based novel. Ignoring their warnings, I sat down and wrote Soul Reborn. I’m so glad I did. It became my debut novel and the second book, Soul Awakened is due out soon.
Mistress: So, let that be a lesson to you folks, don’t ignore your instincts. You never know where it might lead. Congrats on the coming new book. Can you tell us more about Keys to the Cursed.
Jean: The series had been well-received, much to my enjoyment. I have to pinch myself sometimes. I just had a fan/blogger send me a pair of handmade sarcophagus earrings. It’s days like those that make it all worth it!
Mistress: You’ve likely seen these questions as our other guests have answered them, but I’d like to know a little about my guests. What’s your preference: All Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Day?
Jean: I think most of us are more familiar with the term All Hallow’s Eve or Halloween. I’m all about dead souls (love to write about them).
Mistress: Favorite scary movie?
Jean: Aliens. The one movie that will make me jump and cover my eyes was the first Alien movie. The thought of being used as an incubator for an alien baby grosses me out beyond all belief. Not to mention it bursts from your chest and kills you. Ah, yeah—scary!
Mistress: That is disturbing. Let’s talk of something more pleasant: Dr. Frankenstein or Dracula?
Jean: Dracula- definitely. I love the premise that he vows vengeance for the death of the woman he loves. It’s hard not to sympathize on some level or at least understand why he is the way he is. (Depending on which story you follow).
Mistress: I suppose that’s true. Still… eternity is a long time. I told him once, just get over her dear, you’ll find another sweetie. Speaking of sweets: Candy corn or chocolate?
Jean:For Halloween—definitely candy corn. Like Oreo cookies, I have to nibble the layers separately. Yes, quirky, I know, but I can’t help it.
Mistress: Well then, there’s some in the pretty crystal dish on the refreshments table. Feel free to gorge if you like. What are you going to dress up as for Halloween this year?
Jean: A housewife. LOL. Actually, I have a mask from New Orleans I’m going to wear with a black cape to cover my sweatpants, rollers and fuzzy slippers. Ha!
Mistress: The vampire housewife? Oh that sounds cute! If you could be in any classic horror novel, or story (such as Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla, Turn of the Screw, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Tell-Tale Heart? The Raven?), which would it be?
Jean: Although I love the lure of Dracula, I have to say The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favorites. It’s been ages since I’ve read it, but it reveals the power of guilt and the ability of the mind to manifest hallucinations. In my opinion it is the best written short story ever. If you haven’t read it—you must!
Mistress: It is quite chilling! Speaking of stories, please give us a taste of your work.
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.
Excerpt of Chapter 1:
Movement flickered in the deep shadows.
Asar stilled. Midnight skin blending into the night, he slipped easily into the gloom of the New York City streets and waited.
The human heat signature he hunted lingered in the air like a fine French perfume. He was not surprised when a trio of pale- skinned, red-eyed revens zoned in on the same body heat. The undead craved the flesh of their once previous form.
It was not the human‘s flesh Asar desired.
Saddled by his own hunger that burned like fire in his chest, he raced toward the haunting scent, anxious to claim the prey before the revens. He was not about to give up such a delicious soul to
those ravenous cannibals.
Still too far away, he exploded with a shot of preternatural speed on the slippery, uneven pavement. Surefooted, he hurtled a foul dumpster and sprinted around the brick building. Hunger fueled his every step. He fully expected to hear a scream from the human victim before he reached the alley, but the air remained still.
He slid to a stop on the wet asphalt. The three revens he had sensed lay decapitated on the polluted street. Gaping chest wounds indicated the hearts had been destroyed.
Fragments of shimmering light illuminated the gray, decaying flesh, rising into the night air. Normally, he would have absorbed the shifting souls, but revens were tainted and doomed never to reach the afterlife. The undead were truly dead.
Where was the human?
The sound of shattering glass resonated from above, followed by a shower of diamond shards. Asar evaporated into the shadows against the cold brick of the building and narrowly avoided the carcass of a headless reven plummeting from the upper window. The body hit the pavement like a side of meat slammed onto a butcher‘s countertop. Dark, putrid shrapnel of blood and bone spattered across the roadway. The reven‘s head soon followed, bounced off the cement with a loud crack and rolled slowly down the sidewalk before coming to rest inches from his foot.
He did not give it a second look. Through the shattered second story window, he caught a glimpse of glowing green eyes and the flash of silver.
His body grew taut with anticipation. The humans he typically encountered at night were criminals and opportunists looting stores or transporting illegal goods — the unsavory dredges of humankind. No one else dared to be outdoors for fear of becoming a reven‘s next meal.
The criminals were easy enough prey, overconfident with their modern weapons, but this opponent utilized a more ancient form of deliverance. The reven kills were calculated and completed with the precision and stealth of a skilled assassin. This hunter was no doubt getting paid top dollar for this kind of suicide mission.
The revelation made his chest burn hotter with dark need. His prey would not go down easily. The harder the fight, the more living energy he could absorb from the human‘s soul.
He looked upward. The night sky was waning to lighter shades of blue. He had only an hour of darkness left before the horizon split open with the sun‘s rays. He would like nothing more than to draw out the fight for his own perverse pleasure, but he had to end it soon or face the wrath of his ancient curse.
A pain he would sooner avoid.
A loud crash of metal against stone around the corner interrupted his reverie. He launched forward out of the shadows, unconcerned with revealing his location, and did not waste any time turning onto the dimly lit street.
Only to find it empty.
Asar scanned quickly around the perimeter while turning slowly in a circle. The hunter did not have enough time to scale a building or sprint down the long block. His prey had to be a short distance from here. He walked forward, following the heat trail that vanished in the middle of the street.
Where did you go? Asar turned, looking for some exit the hunter could have used. The pavement shifted slightly under his foot. Looking down, he rotated his foot to the right. NY City Water & Sewer.
So, his prey had gone underground to draw him into a more cramped battle. Little did the hunter know, Asar would be the only victor in this game of cat and mouse.
He would leave with the man‘s soul.
Into the darkness of the small tunnel, he followed the exaggerated heat trail in the confined space. He heard the faint breathing and pounding of a human heart. Here kitty, kitty. The hunter was foolish enough to make a stand, but not for long. He followed the arresting scent, anxious to fill his hollow emptiness. Only a few more steps and then he‘d see his prize—
His gaze shifted over a female with long blonde hair whose curvy hips were loaded with an arsenal of weapons. In her hand, she clasped a long, intricately carved blade—a blade she pointed directly at him.
Asar swallowed against the sudden constriction in his throat. Not a hunter.
Energy rippled off her skin like streamers of bright sunlight. Her powerful essence of life called to him, the very energy that fed
his unquenchable hunger. All he had to do was touch her silky skin or lips to devour the luscious beauty. He had already taken a few steps toward her when he stopped.
Another sensation of hunger distracted his senses. One he had not felt in very long time, nor cared to feel again. His hardened arousal was inconvenient, considering the moment.
An inconvenience he was willing to explore a little before he dined on her soul. Heat radiated off her skin, a sharp contrast to his own cold, dead body. His skin began to burn, even at this distance. A welcome, but deadly flame. Despite this threat, he drew in like a moth to a flame. Warm, soft and most importantly, alive.
“I will not hurt you,” Asar whispered in a low, resonant voice. Amusement flickered in the female‘s glowing green eyes. I can‘t say that I would make the same promise, she said with a menacingly seductive smile, pressing the tip of her blade above his empty chest cavity.
It brought him to an abrupt halt, but only briefly. Despite the knife, he could not help but draw in closer. He waited to see if she would act, thrusting the blade deep into his chest. The fair female would be in for a shock, as it would not have the outcome she expected. He had no heart to pierce and no soul to destroy—a fact that relegated him to hunt in this despicable place.
““Why would a beautiful woman risk her life by being out after dark?” he asked, running the tips of his fingers against the sharp blade. Only a skilled warrior could wield such an instrument. The beheaded revens in the street were evidence enough of that.
Awaiting her answer, he leaned in on the tip of her blade, piercing his dark skin.
“Who says I‘m the one at risk here?”
She pressed the blade a little deeper into the thick muscle of his chest to call his bluff. He sneered. The huntress would need to do more than that to cause him pain.
“I do,” Asar said, enjoying her little taunt. She obviously had no
appreciation for who she was speaking to or else there would be fear in her eyes. Everyone feared death on some level, and he was the master of it.
Judge, jury and executioner.
As God of the Underworld, Asar was death, personified.
As if sensing his thoughts, she withdrew a second blade from her hip, escalating the level of her defense. “You don‘t belong here and I‘ll see you just as dead as your pale friends from earlier this evening.”
“Friends? Who said I had any friends?” Asar stepped forward again forcing himself into the personal space she so obviously wanted to keep for herself. He moved close enough to smell her sweet scent. Like a finely spun sugar on the tip of his tongue. He
licked his lips and his groin tightened to an unbearable ache.
His gesture and level of arousal did not go unnoticed. A sudden flash of heat rippled from her body and turned her face a bright pink, a contradiction to her hardened eyes. He still maintained a respectable distance from her, yet he could feel the current of energy emanating off her skin, stronger than an average human.
Her beautiful green eyes blinked quickly. Her confusion registered in the deep emerald depths. “What are you?” The cadence of her breath increased as he hovered over her lips, creating a small white vapor as it crossed his face. The urge to kiss her was strangely unbearable, as was the strain of his hard cock against the confines of his pants.
“You would not believe me if I told you.”
Her eyes shifted to his approaching lips. “Honestly, it doesn’t matter. You are not human, which makes you only one other thing.”
Despite her threatening words, the pain from the tips of her blades penetrating his skin disappeared. The knives were no longer positioned to kill. He tilted his head and watched the fluctuation in the huntress’ green eyes. Still no fear, but intelligence and an equal amount of curiosity analyzed him.
Asar could not deny the need to taste her any longer. Grimacing against the burning of his skin so close to hers, he leaned in to savor her soft lips. (to read more of the sample, please visit http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Reborn-ebook/dp/B004WDYK7A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1350953511&sr=1-1&keywords=soul+reborn#reader_B004WDYK7A )
Mistress: Sounds fascinating! Where can our guests find you on that evil little realm called the Web?
Blog Address: www.wickedromance.wordpress.com
Mistress: Thanks for being with us tonight, Jean. You know, i think I’ve come up with a great idea: if you find an ancient spell to disperse this mob, I’ll be happy to have it!
*Minion Juli looks at Jean and rolls her eyes* We’ll work on it, Mistress. Folks, we hope you enjoyed this chat. Don’t scamper off….There’s more to come.
We interrupt this party to bring you our weekly story time. This week, another excerpt from The Artist’s Inheritance: a little bit more about our ghostly soldier from Fort Pickens:
Caitlin shook her head and took the stairs, leaving
him to his work. Trotting down the porch steps she
glanced across the gulf to the fort. Standing majestic and
quiet in the warm afternoon, she watched tourists move
back and forth around it.
She could swear she could almost hear them speaking
in low tones about the coming battle.
Men in blue ran to accomplish their duties, carrying
rifles, and lining up the cannons. A Confederate boat
sped in her direction.
The colonel wheeled his horse around and called to
his men. One ran to his side and handed something up to
The light flared off a crude pair of binoculars.
Caitlin startled at the glare. A motorboat, presumably full of tourists, moved away from the docks. Her home stood behind her, the air conditioner humming along, combating the afternoon’s stifling heat.
Her hands shook. She leaned against the car and took a deep breath, then another. “What in the world?”
She sped inside and pulled a bottle of water from her refrigerator. Standing there, door open to let the cool air seep over her she shook the reverie away, for once, embracing the chill.
Daydream. That’s all it was.
She set the empty bottle in the recycle bin and took to the stairs. She poked her head in the attic door. Trevor stood considering his project, one hand on his hip.
Uh huh. Daydream. Sure….I believe that…(not!). If you’d like to find out more of what’s going on with Caitlin and these ghostly soldiers, The e-book of The Artist’s Inheritance is for a limited time, $.99 at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. Also in paperback via Createspace.
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*Mistress helps author Rosalie Lario through underground tunnel*
Mistress: I’m sorry to bring you in like this, dear Rosalie. We’ve had a heck of a night. You have no idea what’s been going on! Come sit by me, here. Don’t mind the dust. We’re cleaning up a little. Fernando, bring our dear friend here a drink and can you clean the dust off her jacket? Thank you, my dear. He’s a good little minion. Well, you do have to watch him during the full moon’s but most of the time, he’s manageable. Settled, dear? Good. First off, tell my guests a little about yourself and your work.
Rosalie: I am the paranormal romance author of the award-winning Demons of Infernum series and the Fallen Warriors series. I write about tough but good-hearted demons and sexy-as-sin angels.
Mistress: What inspired your novel Blood of the Demon?
Rosalie: I had been contemplating writing a book centered around demons for a while, when I had a dream about the lead character in BLOOD OF THE DEMON. I knew then that Keegan would be only half demon, and that demons would be a race of beings from another dimension rather than your typical beings from Hell. Everything else fell into place soon after that!
Mistress: Give us a taste of your influences.
Rosalie: My absolute favorite novels are To Tame a Highland Warrior by Karen Moning, After Midnight by Teresa Medeiros, and One Foot in the Grave by Jeaniene Frost. Notice they’re all paranormal, lol.
Mistress: I did notice that….So this is probably a given but: All Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Day?
Rosalie: I absolutely love the general spookiness of All Hallow’s Eve!
Mistress: Favorite scary movie?
Rosalie: I don’t do gory scary. Freaks me out way too much, especially if it could actually happen in real life (i.e. slasher movies). So my favorite scary movie, which is more of a supernatural thriller, is The Devil’s Advocate.
Mistress: Ooh that was a creepy movie! Which leading man might you be fonder of Frankenstein, or Dracula?
Rosalie: There’s something innately sensual about Dracula (well…not the Bram Stoker version, lol), so I’ll have to go with the mesmerizing bloodsucker over the pieced together monster creation.
Mistress: Candy corn or chocolate?
Rosalie: OMG, is there even a contest? Chocolate!
Mistress: More candy corn for me, then. What are you going to dress up as for Halloween this year?
Rosalie: A black cat. Original, right?
Mistress: Actually, so far, among our guests, it is an original choice. You all are very creative and have really thought these answers out! If you could be in any classic horror novel, or story (such as Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla, Turn of the Screw, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Tell-Tale Heart? The Raven?), which would it be?
Rosalie: Hmm, it’s tough, but I’ll have to go with Dracula.
BLOOD OF THE DEMON, Book 1 of the Demons of Infernum series Keegan lives to exact revenge on the evil demon who sired and abused him. When his father devises a plan to bring on the apocalypse, he and his three half-brothers, interdimensional bounty hunters for the Elden Council, are charged with capturing and delivering their father for punishment. Art gallery owner Brynn Meyers has no idea that her ability to read memories embedded in objects and drain people of their life force means she has demon ancestry. Unfortunately for Brynn, she’s also the key to raising an ancient zombie army, which puts her on every demon’s Most Wanted List. And no one wants her more than Keegan’s father. Keegan must protect Brynn from his father by any means necessary, but he’ll have to learn to harness the other half of his genetics—the far deadlier, uncontrollable half—when he starts to fall for the one woman standing between him and the vengeance he so desperately seeks. The one woman he’ll never be able to resist.
Read the first three chapters at http://www.entangledpublishing.com/blood-of-the-demon/
Mistress: Where can our guests find you on that evil little realm called the Web?
Thanks for visiting us tonight, Rosalie. I hope you have a pleasant walk home. Yes, of course i’ll send Fernando with you; I’ll even make sure he takes the shotgun just in case…you never know where Dr. Franken-Helsing might pop up–though I am fairly sure he’s safely in his tomb at the moment…and for good, I hope!
*Night Mistress checks security cameras* I think we’ll be okay for the rest of the event. If not, I’ve brought in some extra reinforcements. Or I should say our next guest, paranormal romance author, Emily Guido, has. She’s brought her knowledge of vampires along with her so it should go smoothly (I hope). Emily, do sit down here beside me, my dear. You look a little shaken up. Did the villagers do something to you? No. Good.. I know they’re scary, but don’t mind them. Let’s talk of something else while the next batch of brew steeps.Tell us about yourself.
Emily Guido: Hello! I work during full-time and go to MBA school full-time. Write Paranormal Romance novels and consult and critique other novels. Then I do all the stuff you have to do like cook, clean, laundry, grocery shopping. Needless to say, I’m super busy.
Mistress: Seems so… What inspired your Lightbringers series?
Emily: That’s easy! I love this question because I get so excited when I talk about how I got the idea. I was thinking one day of a couple that loved each other very much but they were total and complete opposites. Then to add drama, this couple would have to fight Heaven, Hell and everyone in-between to be together and stay together.
Mistress: Sounds like my life sometimes. *laughs* Now tell us your favorites: All Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Day?
Emily: You are kidding me, right??? Halloween of course!
Mistress: I must admit, I have a fondness for the holiday myself. Favorite scary movie?
Emily: Dracula with Frank Langella… He was SO GORGEOUS in that movie and his eyes were hypnotizing.
Mistress: He is…with that in mind, would you choose Dr. Frankenstein or Dracula?
Mistress: Candy corn or chocolate?
Emily: Both Tastes like a Baby Ruth Candy Bar.
Mistress: I’ve never tried that! What are you going to dress up as for Halloween this year?
Bwahahaha… the only costume NOT befitting my status… a Catholic School Girl!
Mistress: *eg* I see you have a wild streak! If you could be in any classic horror novel, or story (such as Dracula, Frankenstein, Carmilla, Turn of the Screw, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Tell-Tale Heart? The Raven?), which would it be?
Emily: Sorry to be a broken record but DRACULA… always Dracula. I am sort of a “Vampire Connoisseur”! I love everything about the lore.
Mistress: No apology required. We’re fond of vampires around here too. The scarier the better. Please give us a taste of your work.
Emily: Tabbruis is a Blood-Hunter, he drinks blood to survive. Over millennia Tabbruis has wandered the Earth alone aimlessly living through many historical events.
Charmeine just came to the Earth in 1997, unable to remember anything.
When Tabbruis meets Charmeine the attraction is immediate and passionate. They are polar opposites and clash together in a strongly romantic and dramatic way. When she meets Tabbruis, Charmeine’s powers as a Light-Bearer, one who throws lightning, is triggered and grows exponentially.
Will Charmeine and Tabbruis fulfill their destinies? Will they realize their importance in both the Blood-Hunter and Light-Bearer world? Can romance develop between a Heavenly Light-Bearer and a Hellish Vampire Blood-Hunter?
Mistress: Oh, I don’t know. What a tough question! I guess my guests will just have to read to see how it works out! Where can our guests find you on that evil little realm called the Web?
Coming Soon to Amazon in the next month:
“SEDITIOUS” the Fourth Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series”
“RANSOM” the Fifth Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series”
Coming Soon in 2013
“Conundrum” the Sixth Novel in “The Light-Bearer Series”
Mistress: Wonderful. Thanks for being with us in our little shindig, Emily and good luck with the books! Now, what can we do about these villagers? Folks, Emily is giving away the first three books in her series to one lucky commenter so please leave Emily a comment or question. We will choose the winner at the end of this event. Until then, have a pleasant evening. Watch out for those villagers!