Okay, yes, actually I’ve been watching Game of Thrones and I guess I am wee bit hooked. I had not read the book yet–hubby’s been hording our copy–but I plan to very soon! Oh, yes, there were many spoilers involved that sent me through the roof. I can’t wait to find out what that’s all about! In the meantime, I know Thanksgiving is tomorrow. So let me wish my friends and readers who celebrate it, a happy Thanksgiving. I hope if you’re traveling you have a safe trip. I want to see you all back, safe and sound! *hugs*
In the meantime, I just wanted to share a little news. Yes, actually writing news. I’ve a new release (yep another) to share with y’all. It’s a Christmas-set Paranormal romantic suspense. One I’ve been working on off and on for a few years. It’s really kinda personal to me, as it came pouring out about the time my father died. So, it’s special, come what may. I hope you’ll like it.
Here’s its blurb and so forth.
Genre: A Christmas-set Paranormal Romantic Suspense.
‘Tis the season … for death.
Murder reminds Detective Helene Collias of Holly PD that crime doesn’t respect holidays. And the last victim she ever expected to find in her case files is the sister of her old flame, Sean Grant. Ordinarily, Helene’s psychic gifts give her an edge but this time, that gift has short-circuited. Could her lingering attraction to Sean be blurring her abilities, or is something more sinister at work?
Sean and Helene are alone together and…things don’t quite go as she planned. (Or maybe they go better than she’d planned, it all depends on your perspective)
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Remember when I introduced you to my dad, on the docks?”
Helene nodded, the memory flooding back. She also recalled how nervous she’d been. Sick for days after hoping he’d call. He never did.
“He liked you,” Sean said.
His laugh told her she must be gaping like a fish. She licked her lips. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I was stupid.” His arms snaked around her, pulling her closer. “Forgive me? For not calling sooner, I mean?”
A vision of pinning him against the door offered perfect inspiration with which to torture him. “I’m not sure.”
He leaned in and kissed her. All sense flew and she opened, welcoming the chance to explore, her tongue parrying with his in a wild dance of lust. The envelope of pictures she held dropped to the floor and she wound her arms around him.
She loved a man who tasted the way he did: like malt chocolate, better than any she’d ever sampled. Heaven. She froze, and blinked at him. Willing her heart to pull back, slow before it battered free of her ribs.
What did you do? Oh, dear God, what did you do?
She cleared her throat. “Sean, I shouldn’t—” She wiggled, desperate to get away, drawn to stay. He held her caged within his arms. “I need to go.”
“No, you don’t.” His voice was rough with desire.
To hell with duty.
Eep!! Did she just blow her professional assignment or what? You’ll have to read to find out! I hope you will enjoy their story.
Thanks to Suzanne for her help with the cover art, and for encouraging me to get this out there, and to Jolene and to Joe for helping me with all the little questions I had concerning the plot. :)
Should you like to check it out, it’s available for $.99 on Amazon. Christmas, huh, Thanksgiving, and more evidence that Winter Is Coming? I stepped out today to see the temperature was a whopping 62-ish degrees! *lol*