The Undead Space Initiative is on sale now at Pink Petal Books!
Once I have the Amazon and B&N links I will post them.
Here’s a brief excerpt:
Jonathan spoke first. “We’re leaving.” He left me alone in the hallway with Ian.
“Cherry. Only Jonathan gets to use my real name.”
“Fine. Apologies.” Ian stepped close enough that I could see flecks of gold in the blue of his irises. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
Stunned, I moved back. Ian had no idea how many men had said those exact words to me over the years. “There must be something in my ears. Did I hear you correctly? Are you trying to pick me up at a time like this?”
A slow smile crept across his lips, revealing pearly white fang tips. “Right. I bet you hear that all the time. What I should have said was I’ve been having these dreams—”
With a snort, I threw my hands up. “Okay. Stop right there. I don’t want to hear about your sick, twisted fantasies.”
Ian opened his mouth, no doubt to deny it, when his cell phone chirped. “Got to take this.” He turned his back to me and spoke low enough so I couldn’t hear him. Not that I planned on eavesdropping. I could care less.
Why should I stand around waiting on him? The family needed evacuating. I threw open the prop room door and the room was…empty?
What the fudge?
No tunnel passage existed in the prop room.
“I bet you’re wondering right about now, where is everyone?” Ian said from behind me.
I whirled around and slugged him.
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It all started with an innocent photo taken by Kristan Higgins while filming her book trailer of MY ONE AND ONLY.
My husband, the good sport that he is, agreed to play a biker dude named Scar who is a romance addict.
Since then, Scar has taken on a persona of his own. I’ve made two new friends on Twitter based on curiousity alone (who’s that smiling man behind you?)
So here is my Ode to Scar.
Scar – how I love thee, let me count the ways:
1. You agree to attend CT RWA events which require you to dress up.
2. You color my hair for me and you do a great job. Sorry. No photos. You’ll have to take my word for it.
3. You unashamedly pose with Kristan’s new books and let her post your face on her Facebook page. Yes, he’s been know to blush at the comments.
4. You agree to be filmed with a tattoo that says “I heart romance.” And you say the words, “I’m a romance addict” so everyone on the internet knows it.
5. You let me photograph and blog about your great burger challenge defeat.
6. And you love me, you really love me. Thanks honey!!
Yes, his shirt does say – “My weiner is bigger than yours.” Priceless.
Hi everyone! This week I’m participating in Valentine’s Blog hop so I will be skipping my Friday post. But don’t forget to visit me on Friday, 2/10/12 at the 7 Scribes. I’m giving away a crocheted candy dot scarf!
For one week only – 2/6/12 – 2/13/13, leave me a comment and you will be entered in a random drawing to win an e-book of my new release Mystic Ink.
The winner will be announced on Valentine’s Day – 2/14!
The last thing Nix, a Sea Nymph, wants to see behind the dumpster near her tattoo shop is another dead mortal. She also doesn’t want to hear Hades piss and moan about how the souls of the dead aren’t making it to the Underworld. And Nix certainly doesn’t want to be attracted to supernatural police agent, Calder Quinne when he comes to investigate. All Nix really wants is to run her tattoo shop in peace and quiet. Hey, we don’t always get what we want, now do we?
Here’s a sneak peek at Mystic Ink:
Nix, thoughts still swirling in her mind, headed toward the side door. After she unlocked the deadbolt, her eyes automatically went to the dumpster. Nothing. Thank the Gods. Her sigh of relief was quickly sucked back in. A dark shape further down the alley caught her eye. Maybe it was a heap of clothes or a bag of garbage. Whatever it was, it was lying near the entrance of the Underworld Gate. The Gate was invisible to all eyes, except Guardians—like her, Hades, and Charon. Whoever or whatever was back there couldn’t have known how close they were to the Underworld.
“Hell. Now what?” Please, be trash that some rude asshole left in my alley.
Rather than kick it with her foot, she decided to be more prudent and find something long to use as a poker. While grabbing a shop broom inside, she registered how quiet the place was. Of course, Basil wasn’t there. He was still with Jason.
Back in the alley, Nix slowly approached, straining for a better look. The pile was inside the building’s shadow. The closer she got, the more the lump resembled a body. She cursed. “Oh, come on! Why does this keep happening?”
Broom at the ready, she gave it jab. The mass was solid and there was no crinkle of plastic. So much for the garbage bag theory. Man, she did not want to have to call the police. At the rate she was going, they would probably arrest her just on principle.
She lifted the broom, ready to strike. An arm sprouted from the pile and shot up, stopping the handle from falling.
Nix barked, “What the hell?”
A dark figure rose up. The set of the shoulders, the short black hair . . . it was awfully familiar. “Cal?”
“Nix,” he said, his voice strained and tired. His arm extended, propping his body against the brick wall.
“If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not funny.” When he didn’t respond, Nix came up behind him and placed her hand on his back. “Are you—”
The words choked off. There was something wrong. Really wrong. His energy, the essence of his life, was out of whack. Like he was missing . . .
She put her hand up to her mouth, swallowing dread as he turned to face her. “Cal, where’s your soul?”
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A few weeks back I promised to share the details of my latest sale. Now that the paperwork is all in order, I can tell you this:
I am very excited that this book found a home and so quickly. If you want the details behind USI’s journey, visit me at the Scribes when you’re done here.
Now that I have two books sold, I have to face the next step in the publication process – editing! And after that promotion.
I’ll admit it – I am not very good at tooting my own horn. I realize that I need to get over that and fast, so expect to see me making the rounds at various blogs. Thank you to all my generous friends for use of the their blog space.
And, I assure you, I intend to keep working on my next book. So many things to do… so little time.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Have a safe and wonderful New Year! See you on the flip side of the calendar!
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Be sure to visit the Scribes on Saturday, when we post the second part of the interview.
Ascension won first place in the FF&P category in Celtic Hearts Romance Writer’s Golden Claddagh Contest!
It’s nice to hear a “yes”once in a while! Yay!