*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!