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Trying to maintain a regular guest author features on this blog keeps all three of us hopping, and I'm always on the search for new authors. This search takes me to the friends list, and author lists that other authors place on their websites as well as those larger sites. I discovered today's author through YA Author, Rachel Vincent's Website. Why am I telling you this? To demonstrate the importance of those "friends links" and that they will work, to show that people do read them and will follow the links and that people like me will follow those links when searching for new and different authors to share with readers.
Why does all this matter? Because it's my job to help your TBR pile grow exponentially, and today's guest will do that, without a doubt! Her Dark Days series began in 2008 with Night Walker, continued in 2009 with Day Hunter and Dawn Breaker, and charged through 2010 with Pray for Dawn and her latest, Wait for Dusk which will be on store shelves soon, if not already available.
Night Walker introduces us to Mira, an "unstoppable enforcer for a mysterious organization that manipulates earth-shaking events from the darkest shadows," through her own eyes. That's right, this series appears to be Mira's reflection on her own life, from the moment she meets Danaus - a human vampire hunter - and her subsequent battles against the Naturi. Mira is a very interesting character, and while you can learn about her, Danaus, and all the other creatures she interacts with on Jocelynn's website, it's best to read the series, since you'll be getting all of your information straight from Mira herself. Pray for Dawn, however, is told from Danaus's pov.
Before I send you on to consult Mira's and Danaus's journals, I'd like to share my interview with Jocelynn:
ME: Almost anywhere you go in the US, Independence Day is celebrated with parades, firework displays, cookouts and music – sometimes on July 4th and sometimes earlier depending upon what day of the week the 4th falls on. What celebration plans are going on in your area, and when will they happen?
JOCELYNN: My family had a party at my house on the Fourth of July. It was a cookout with lots of good food, conversation, laughter, and fireworks. We only had two fires break out, which I take as a good sign for the first party at my house.
ME: What kinds of festivities would a traveler find at this celebration? What sights, sounds and smells might he or she encounter?
JOCELYNN: In truth, the Fourth of July is always spent with my family doing a cookout. I’ve never attended any other kind of celebration. The biggest event that most people will see are fireworks displays once the sun goes down.
ME: What about you and your family? What plans do you have for celebrating Independence Day?
JOCELYNN: My family had a party at my house on the Fourth of July. It was a cookout with lots of good food, conversation, laughter, and fireworks. We only had two fire break out, which I take as a good sign for the first party at my house.
ME: Is there any favorite treat that you must consume during an Independence Day celebration?
JOCELYNN: For me, no Independence Day celebration is complete without watermelon. It’s the perfect summer treat and I look forward to it all year.
ME: In many areas, people like to purchase their own fireworks and set them off – snakes, bottle rockets, and sparklers among others. What’s your opinion on fireworks – take them or leave them? Which ones are your favorites?
JOCELYNN: I love fireworks. I love the big explosions in the sky with the broad array of colors followed by the shower of golden sparks.
ME: A day some might consider as equally important is Bastille Day on the 14th commemorating the storming of the prison fortress, Bastille, in 1789 when the French people stormed the fortress, putting an end to “the tyranny of King Louis XVI’s monarchy”. Celebrations are beginning to be held in major cities across the country celebrating French history. One of the largest celebrations in the country happens in Milwaukee, WI (4 day long festival beginning with a re-enactment of the storming of the Bastille, complete with a 43-foot Eiffel Tower replica) a tradition starting 27 years ago makes it one of the city’s oldest festivals. Is Bastille Day celebrated in your area? If so, how? What sights, sounds, and cuisine will travelers stumble upon?
JOCELYNN: No, Bastille Day is not celebrated in my area.
ME: Are there any other festivities that take place in your area that a traveler might enjoy local culture and traditions? If so, what are they and where would a traveler go to find them?
JOCELYNN: There is a heavy catholic population where I am from so the summer is filled with church festivals. Every weekend is loaded with them from the middle of June through the middle of August. The festival range from the small with a few games of chance and games for kids, while others have rides and are more like large carnivals. There is always lots of food like hot dogs and cotton candy.
ME: We’ve had our fun, now let’s put the focus on your writing. While there are many genres to choose from, what specifically brought you to romance? Why this genre over the others?
JOCELYNN: I am not strictly a romance writer. The Dark Days series is an urban fantasy novel with romantic elements. The relationship between the main characters takes a slow, natural progression over several books. It felt natural to include it because relationships are just as important in a book as the major plot points and other elements of character development.
ME: Even though the popularity of the romance genre continues to grow, it’s still not always a highly respected genre. What, in your opinion, is the reason for the continued interest in the genre and for the lack of respect it receives?
JOCELYNN: I think the continued interest in the genre is because it is constantly growing and morphing to meet the needs of the reader. It is a genre that is constantly attracting new readers through the fresh stories that people are telling.
On the other hand, I think there is an old stigma in that romance stories are these cookie cutter tales about two people who fall in love when the stories have far more depth and creativity to them that most are willing to give them credit.
ME: A holiday we didn’t discuss above is Parents’ Day. What traits, in your opinion, make for a good parent? Have any of these traits, been inspiration for a character’s personality and actions in your stories? If so, how? Which character(s), which trait(s) and why?
JOCELYNN: Honesty, dedication, compassion, and patience are all great qualities to be found in parents. While my main characters may struggle at times with honesty and patience, I am happy to report that they are very dedicated to their beliefs and are compassionate people.
ME: For a writer, inspiration can be found everywhere and in almost anyone, but sometimes specific people, places and events can inspire certain characters, personality traits, events or situations that happen in our stories. In your current story that we’re promoting here today, Pray for Dawn, did any one particular person, place or event inspire you? If so who/what was it (were they), how did it/they inspire you and how is this inspiration reflected in your story?
JOCELYNN: There was no driving inspiration in particular for Pray for Dawn beyond a need to tell Danaus’s story. In this particular book, I change the storyteller from Mira, the vampire, to Danaus, the vampire hunter, in an effort to not only allow the reader to see the world through his eyes, but to also give Danaus a chance to face and battle his past, which has haunted him most of his life.
ME: Without giving away anything pertinent to the story, tell us about the hero and heroine (s) of your story. What do they look like? How do they meet (or “did” if this is not the first book with these same characters)? What are their personalities – Are they comical cut-ups, are they serious or are they a mix of the two? Please give us a little bit of dialogue from the story that can illustrate this. (Not much, but just a few lines and from a different section than the main excerpt – Thanks!)
JOCELYNN: Mira is a nightwalker that is more than six hundred years old. She has the special ability to control fire. She stands around five foot, six inches and likes to wear black leather. She has extremely pale skin, red hair, and lavender eyes. She is generally serious, but is also sarcastic with a little bit of a quick temper.
Danaus is a nightwalker hunter that is nearly 2,000 years old. He has the special ability to boil a creature’s blood within its body. He stands close to six feet tall with shoulder-length black hair and dark blue eyes. He is also very serious and doesn’t like to talk much. Mira and Danaus frequently butt heads on matters as they are both too stubborn and secretive.
QUOTE FROM PRAY FOR DAWN:
I pulled the curtains closed, but she didn’t visibly relax again until I took a couple steps away from the window. She slowly stood with her arms crossed over her stomach.
“How is it you’re awake?” I demanded.
“A gift from a friend,” she said, regaining her grin.
“Ryan.” The warlock’s name rumbled from somewhere in my chest and crawled up my throat, coated in frustration and anger.
“Your warlock is slowly proving to be useful.” She sounded indifferent, but I knew better.
“How? What has he done?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
I frowned at her, which only caused her smile to widen. I didn’t trust either of them and it didn’t bode well for anyone if they were suddenly working together. “You’ve been with Ryan all this time.”
Mira chuckled, leaning against the corner of the wall. She shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and stared at me. “You make it sound so sordid. Jealous?”
“You’ve been missed. The lycans stopped me today in their search for you.”
“Yes,” Mira frowned. “Barrett was kind enough to leave a somewhat scathing voicemail on my phone today. Apparently you’ve been busy. I spent the better part of an hour reassuring him that I hadn’t been kidnapped or killed.”
“You disappeared without a trace,” I reminded her.
“I’m a nightwalker; it’s what we do.”
“Did you even bother to take Gabriel with you?” Previously she had not traveled without, but following the death of her other bodyguard Michael, I sensed a hesitance to bring Gabriel along on her travels.
“I’m not helpless.” Her narrowed eyes began to glow again, but this time it was from anger. I had no doubt Mira would tear out my throat if I pushed her too far. She wasn’t known for her patience.
“But Tristan is. Did you even bother to tell him that you were skipping town?”
“He’s not helpless!” she snarled. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and pushed off the wall toward me. “She just taught him to be that way.” There was no question as to who “she” was. Sadira had made Tristan more than a century ago and Mira before that. She had kept Tristan weak and dependent upon her, as if to ensure that he never left her the way Mira had.
“I never asked for this,” she continued, her eyes darting away from me for the first time as her hands balled into tight fists. She hadn’t. Mira valued her independence, her lonely existence. She had told me once that she had never made another of her kind and that she never would. Yet, she was now saddled with another’s child because she couldn’t bear to see Tristan tormented by her peers. And to make matters worse, she had started a family with at least two other nightwalkers in an attempt to protect them and add some more security to the city.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re his Mistress now.”
“Who are you to lecture me about my duties, hunter? Tristan is mine and none shall harm him.” Her powers suddenly filled the room like a cool wind sweeping in laced with the scent of lilacs. We stared at each other, the tension building to the point where the muscles in my jaw began to tick. I was waiting for her to twitch first. I wouldn’t strike first.
And then just as suddenly, the energy flowed out the room. Mira took a couple steps backward and shook her head, looking somewhat confused. I knew her thoughts had to be the same as my own. How had we pushed each other so quickly to the point of nearly tearing the other’s heart out? She looked up at me and her grin seemed sheepish. She had almost lost control. Mira had come in here to seduce me, not kill me.
“Why are we fighting?” she softly began, one corner of her mouth quirked in a playful smile. “Let’s go back to bed. You’re tired.”
“Out, Mira!” I shouted, pointing toward the door. It was all just a game to her.
“Fine,” she sighed. “I’ll go play with James.” Mira scooped up what looked like a cloak that had been draped over one the chairs by the door. She wrapped it around her before she slowly strolled out of the room, her hips swaying.
“Call Tristan!” I called after her before she shut the door.
I drew in a deep breath through my nose and slowly released it as I rolled my shoulders. I didn’t completely relax until I felt Mira enter another room farther down the hall. By the thrum of power seeping from that direction, I was willing to bet it was Ryan’s room. The warlock would keep her occupied while I caught a few hours of sleep.
ME: The main characters are usually great, but sometimes, secondary and tertiary characters are known to steal the scenes, even if the author did not intend this to happen. Who are the secondary/tertiary characters in your story and what do they look like? What’s unique about them? What is their relationship to the hero/heroine? Have any of these characters gone on to become scene-stealers? If so, who and how did they do it? Is there the possibility for them to get their own story? (Again, please give us a small bit of dialogue to illustrate this – thanks!)
JOCELYNN: I have a very long list is secondary and tertiary characters – far too many to name here. Some of my favorites include the nightwalkers Tristan and Valerio.
BLURB: “Pray for salvation…
Pray for daylight…
Murder has pulled Mira out of the shadows and back into the living world…
As the fire-wielding enforcer of the Nightwalker Coven wrestles with the mind-destroying ghosts of her dark past, the slaying of a senator’s daughter in Savannah threatens to expose her kind to the brilliant light of day. The dawn of chaos has come. The naturi have broken free of their eternal prison to feed on the defenseless and unbelieving of an unprepared Earth.
Mira and Danaus—vampire and vampire slayer—must unite to prevent the annihilation of their separate races. But for Danaus the challenge is intensified, for he must also fight the bori who covets his soul. And Mira, the Nightwalker he must protect—whose power is the Earth’s last hope—is rapidly going insane.”
Want to check out the excerpt? Click here for an excerpt courtesy of Harper Collins.
Don't forget to check out these other titles by Jocelynn:
and don't forget the latest installment to the series:
I love making new discoveries, especially when they're related to writing and/or reading in any way. And when I make new discoveries, I like to share them with others to pass on the love. So today, I am sharing my latest discovery with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
I first became aware of Richard Armitage through another blog that I read, Ramblings on Romance, Etc., and let's just say - the ladies over there are crazy about all things Richard, especially North and South. They call themselves Crusaders and they get very excited when they recruit new people to the cause. Check out this post to see what I mean:
Rumor has it that a certain someone over at Romance Bandits (cough - Anna Campbell - cough) is also a huuuge Richard Armitage fan. And with an endorsement like that, wouldn't you want to check him - I mean, it - out, too? But why just take our word for it? Why not just check it out for yourself?
I've been pondering this question a lot lately. I write reviews and I'm always ecstatic to receive a great review. I've received a lot of great reviews (click HERE to read the good reviews), but recently I received a horrid review. I don't have permission from this particular reader to reprint their review, but here's the link if you're curious to read it HERE.
Maybe you're thinking I'm crazy for sharing a bad review, but I'm realistic not everyone will enjoy what I write. I don't enjoy every book I read. Even the bestselling authors get bad reviews. I've read some books that made me wonder why on earth any publisher would take the chance on the author and their book. But, even then, I would never give a review like this one because I don't see the point in belittling another author, but that's just my opinion. Not everyone shares my opinion. AND I am NOT belittling the reviewer for writing his/her opinion. Everyone's opinions are valid, including this reviewer.
What bothered me the most about the review was that the reviewer said he/she was "disappointed" in Elfin Blood and that the storyline was weak. Wow. Tough words for any author to hear. Right? There were some inaccuracies in the review about the storyline, but that was how the reader interpreted my book. So, maybe I didn't make particulars clear enough in the book. Or maybe she/he was so bored they couldn't concentrate on the content enough to discern the real aspects of the book. I'll never know.
On the heels of receiving this terrible review, I received a direct message from a reader who raved about Elfin Blood. She gave me permission to use her review, so here is a part of it:
"It is impossible not to fall in love with Gracen Miller's turn-of-phrase and excellent descriptive passages, making it easy for the reader to imagine themselves in the story experiencing what the characters themselves are seeing/feeling. A VERY dangerous talent when the reader gets to the erotic scenes.....sorry, mind wandered to Landau making love to me...again and again! Where was I? Oh yes....A definite must read for any lover of the paranormal erotic genre. The narrative sweeps you up, dialogue is snarky and sassy, the characters are so realistic it's easy to forget they are preternatural beings. In the end you WILL believe in the existence of sexy, hot vampires, elves and that jewels can sing!" (I will post full review on my website in a few days.)
Fabulous words, exciting words…but, in the back of my mind is the other review, the one that said my story was a disappointment and that the storyline was weak. And that got me to thinking, what's the value of a review? How do you—as a reader—decide if a review is relevant and when to purchase a book or not purchase a book based upon a review?
I know I have bought a book because it received a bad review just so I could form my own opinion. Sometimes I look to see how many people have reviewed it, but there are times reading one negative review skews my entire opinion of a book. Fair? No! But true.
So, tell me, how do you value a review and decide which review is the most accurate for you when deciding which books to purchase?
If Leslie Parrish looks familiar to you, she should. Leslie Parrish is the dark alter-ego of Author Leslie Kelly. Plus, this isn't Leslie Parrish's first visit to Moonlight, Lace and Mayhem. We had her visit last July when she promoted her Romantic Suspense, Black CATs series. I recently had the chance to read these three books and they are fantastic! While this series isn't as dark as Patricia Cornwell's Kay Scarpetta novels, it does come close. In fact, they are darker than I expected and offered the escape from the typical romances I've been reading. While the word "romance" tells you there will be a Happily Ever After for someone, and that some things will be tied into a big red bow, Parrish opted not to tie everything into a big red bow. Her deliciously complex and convoluted plots kept my wildly off-balance - which isn't an easy feat since I see patterns and usually recognize the killer from the word go - and kept me guessing! They feed the darker side of your psyche - the side that enjoys a good episode of CSI, Bones, Numb3rs, or Criminal Minds.
Cold Sight, Leslie's fourth Romantic Suspense, continues her foray into the darker worlds, but with paranormal elements woven into its core. This series offers paranormal without the vampires, werewolves and shifters but instead delves into the psychic side of life which, I feel, makes it easier for readers to immerse their brains into Parrish's world. It's not much of a stretch to believe in psychics with real-life psychic mediums like Allison Dubois - main character and focus of the TV series Medium.
While the pain in my ankle distracted me from finishing Cold Sight and I do not like to spoil a good story, I don't mind generics. Parrish definitely delves into the dark side of humanity with this one. Changing the first victim's age from young teen to young child would make it even creepier, possibly too creepy for a Romantic Suspense..., but don't take my word for it, check out The Prologue for yourself.
Before you do that, though, stick around and check out my interview with Leslie Parrish where she offers exclusive peeks into her latest novel!
ME: While there are many genres to choose from, what specifically brought you to romance? Why this genre over the others?
LESLIE: I fell into romance by accident, to be honest. I am a voracious reader, always have been. And I’ve always dabbled in writing. But about 13 years ago, when I was a stay at home mom with 3 little girls under the age of 7, I was pretty much losing my mind, and needed some kind of creative outlet. My hubby spotted an article in the paper for a romance writing class, cut it out, and basically pushed me out the door so I could get out one night a week. I loved the class, and during it, started writing a book. After the class ended, I continued to meet with my classmates and we formed a critique group. With their help, I finished that book, then sold it off the slush pile to Harlequin Temptation.
Honestly, if there had been a class on how to write a horror novel, things could be very different today. ;-)
That said, I’ve loved sticking with romance because I am, at heart, a character-based writer and romance, more than any other genre is extremely character based.
ME: Even though the popularity of the romance genre continues to grow, it’s still not always a highly respected genre. What, in your opinion, is the reason for the continued interest in the genre and for the lack of respect it receives?
LESLIE: My honest opinion is that because the genre is both written and read, primarily, by women, the genre just doesn’t get treated with respect. There’s still a tremendous amount of gender bias in this world, and this is a prime example. Obviously love is a well-respected theme in entertainment. If it weren’t true, why can men write romance novels—tack on a really bad, depressing endings—then make millions and roll in their movie deals? (Heaven forbid they include a happy ending, because, then, you’ve got :shudders: a romance novel.)
ME: A holiday we didn’t discuss above is Parents’ Day. What traits, in your opinion, make for a good parent? Have any of these traits, been inspiration for a character’s personality and actions in your stories? If so, how? Which character(s), which trait(s) and why?
LESLIE: I have worked very hard to be a good parent to my children, and the main thing I think is important is to treat them with respect, and treat my husband (their father) with respect. He has often told me that he finds it a tremendous responsibility to be the father of girls, as he has to set the bar for the kind of treatment they will demand from their future husbands…and he wants them to be treated very well. So he has never, in our marriage, raised his voice to me in front of them, or treated me with anything but the utmost courtesy.
That has carried over when I’m working on my books, because you will find that same respectful core in every hero that I’ve written. While there may be shades of alpha, you’re just not going to find a hero in one of my books treating the hero disrespectfully.
ME: For a writer, inspiration can be found everywhere and in almost anyone, but sometimes specific people, places and events can inspire certain characters, personality traits, events or situations that happen in our stories. In your current story that we’re promoting here today, COLD SIGHT, did any one particular person, place or event inspire you? If so who/what was it (were they), how did it/they inspire you and how is this inspiration reflected in your story?
LESLIE: Actually, no…lol…sorry! I was inspired by my own desire to meld a dark romantic suspense novel with a paranormal romance novel. I didn’t want to write vampires or werewolves or demons, but I do love anything psychic or ghostly, and really enjoyed getting to instill that element into one of my dark, Black CATs type novels.
ME: Without giving away anything pertinent to the story, tell us about the hero and heroine (s) of your story. What do they look like? How do they meet (or “did” if this is not the first book with these same characters)? What are their personalities – Are they comical cut-ups, are they serious or are they a mix of the two? Please give us a little bit of dialogue from the story that can illustrate this. (Not much, but just a few lines and from a different section than the main excerpt – Thanks!)
LESLIE: It’s funny, I sold this book on synopsis and when I wrote that synopsis, I had said the heroine would be a reporter. Then I went to write the book, and remembered that I HATE reporter heroines! Lol! It really is a pet peeve of mine, and I called one of my Plotmonkey buddies and wailed, “Why did you let me do this?!?” She, hating reporter heroines, too, assured me I could make it work, and challenged me to write a heroine she and I would both like.
And believe it or not, I did! I have heard from reviewers and readers who share my disdain for reporter heroines, and they have all absolutely loved Lexie. She’s a wonderful character—pretty but not beautiful, strong and stubborn, determined and honest. But she also has a big heart and what’s driving her in this book isn’t her ambition to “get the scoop” but her need to save this one missing girl whose story has captured her heart.
Aidan is dark and mysterious, with jet-black hair, amazing grey-blue eyes, and a propensity to wear black. (As the heroine finds out, though, it isn’t for any deep, dark reason, but because he’s just lousy at matching colors…lol!) Aidan has been in seclusion for a year when the book starts, buried by guilt over a case gone wrong, which ended in the death of a child.
The thing is, lurking beneath that mysterious, gruff exterior is a really nice guy who is gradually revealed through every interaction with this witty reporter who rings all his bells.
Here’s a snippet from their first conversation, when Lexie has shown up at Aidan’s door, asking for his help on a missing person’s case:
“Lexie,” she automatically murmured.
“Lexie?” He swept an assessing stare at her, top to bottom, with those piercing, knowing eyes. “I don’t like it. That’s a little girl’s name; it doesn’t suit you.”
“Gee, thanks. Why don’t you go ahead and read my mind this time and see how appreciative I am that you pointed that out?”
Ignoring her sarcasm, he crossed his arms, leaning one hip against the over-laden desk that looked like it could double as a two-person life raft. “You misunderstood.”
Didn’t seem like there was much to misunderstand about him saying her name was stupid.
“I don’t read minds at all.”
She should have known he wasn’t apologizing for the name crack.
“Now, as I was saying, Ms. Nolan, I know Vonnie Jackson worked at Ranger Joe’s because she waited on me when I ate there with some friends a few weeks ago.”
Huh. The abrasive, snarly guy, who’d just insulted her nickname—which her father had bestowed on her when she had been, okay, a little girl—actually went out in public on occasion. With other people. Guess anything was possible.
“Yes, even shut-ins get out to a restaurant once in a while,” he said dryly, again as if he could look into her head and see her thoughts.
She shrugged, then, always blunt, couldn’t help adding, “Frankly, I was thinking how strange it is that you actually have friends.”
ME: The main characters are usually great, but sometimes, secondary and tertiary characters are known to steal the scenes, even if the author did not intend this to happen. Who are the secondary/tertiary characters in your story and what do they look like? What’s unique about them? What is their relationship to the hero/heroine? Have any of these characters gone on to become scene-stealers? If so, who and how did they do it? Is there the possibility for them to get their own story? (Again, please give us a small bit of dialogue to illustrate this – thanks!)
LESLIE: It’s interesting, several reviewers and readers have pointed out the strength of one particular secondary character in this book. Vonnie Jackson is an 18 year old girl from the wrong side of the tracks, who has worked her butt off to get out of the slums and away from her druggie/drunk mother and her lousy life. She’s brilliant, and has recently transferred to the “good” school in town, braving sneers from her old neighborhood and the disdain of the rich kids with whom she just doesn’t fit. When the book opens, this amazing, vibrant young woman is being held prisoner in the basement of a psychopath’s house, and he’s reading her corrupt, vile fairy tales. She knows he means to kill her, and she’s using her wits, determined to stay alive. The entire prologue is available on my website.
Vonnie was one of the best characters I have ever written, and yes, I would love to bring her back in another story sometime. She needs to grow up a little, obviously, but I can see her showing up in a later eXtrasensory Agents story.
Here’s a scene in Vonnie’s point of view:
“Do you know what the witch did to Rapunzel to keep her from calling for help from up inside her tower?”
That singsong voice. Another damn story. That told her his mood wasn’t as bloody as it had been since she’d screamed for help. So maybe he wasn’t here to kill her after all. Whether that was a good thing, or a bad one, she just didn’t know. Part of her desperately wanted release, even if that release came because she’d lived her last moment.
Another part, the hard, determined core of her that had taken on so much, fought so hard, was suddenly desperate to stay alive, if only to keep him from winning. Funny, she didn’t mind so much losing—dying. But oh, she did not want him to win.
“Well?”
She answered with a small shake of her head, not wanting to do anything to antagonize him.
“The witch chopped out the ungrateful girl’s tongue and fed it to her dog. Do you think I should do that to you?”
Is the dog as hungry as I am?
That answer came from the old Vonnie’s brain. The sassy Vonnie. Not this beaten, broken one.
She replied with another negative head shake, pleading at him with her eyes. Finally, he came closer, the white king mask emerging out of a dark corner into her line of sight like a pale skull out of a crypt. The plastic smile was as insane as the person behind it.
He was holding two things. In one hand, a big plastic cup with a lid and a bendable straw. In the other, a small knife. The knife wasn’t so small it couldn’t be used to slit her throat, but Vonnie suspected he hadn’t come here for that. For some reason, he wanted to keep her alive.
She wished she knew more about his other victims—how long they’d stayed down here, how long he’d kept them imprisoned, telling his sick stories. But there was no way to know. None of them had carved any last words into the wall or hidden any journal of their tortured, final days. At least as far as she could tell.
“I’ll show mercy,” he said, “because I like you.”
He liked her. She’d hate to see how he treated those he didn’t like.
“You remind me of myself, you see, the way I reacted to being down here in the dark. The others were so stupid. So weak. But not you. You’re so smart—always thinking. You don’t cry, you don’t plead. You play along and don’t do anything until you think you have a chance, like when you screamed yesterday. Very naughty, but a good effort.”
Now that his anger had faded, he sounded almost approving, admiring even. Like he’d been glad she’d bided her time and done nothing, waited until she had an actual chance of rescue before crying out.
The truth washed over her. She had been involved in a game of wits with the man from the very start. He had no pity, so all the others who might have pleaded for help had earned nothing but his disdain. Because she hadn’t, because she’d been smart enough to know that would never work, she was still alive.
ME: Want to read more? Check out the excerpt and below:
BLURB: After being made a scapegoat in a botched investigation that led to a child’s death, Aidan McConnell became a recluse. Still, as a favor to an old friend, Aidan will help on the occasional XI case. But under his handsome, rugged façade, he keeps his emotions in check—for fear of being burned again.
Reporter Lexie Nolan has a nose for news—and she believes a serial killer has been targeting teen girls around Savannah. But no one believes her. So she turns to the new paranormal detective agency and the sexy, mysterious Aidan for help.
But just as the two begin forging a relationship, the case turns eerily personal for Lexie—and Aiden discovers that maybe he hasn’t lost the ability to feel after all…
EXCERPT: Here’s a scene from the second time Lexie goes to Aidan’s house, when she’s finally gotten him to agree to consider helping out in this missing person’s case. They get to know each other a little, and we see how Lexie begins to work her way around Aidan’s defenses.
Stepping back, he gestured her into the house. “Coffee’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
“It was no trouble. I never start the day without brewing a gallon,” he said as he turned to lead her toward what she assumed was the kitchen. “I don’t sleep well at night.”
“Maybe because you drink a gallon of coffee during the day?”
He was walking ahead of her, so she couldn’t be sure, but she’d swear by the slight movement of his broad shoulders that he laughed.
The short hallway opened into a huge, modern kitchen that had obviously been recently renovated. Judging by the top-of-the-line appliances, marble countertops, and walnut cabinetry, the man obviously had a little money put by. Whatever he hadn’t updated about the rest of the house, he’d made up for with this fabulous room. “Wow. Very nice. You could cook an entire flock of Thanksgiving turkeys in that oven.”
“I can live with creaky floors, but not with forty-year-old appliances.”
Lexie leaned against a cabinet, watching as he poured her a cup of coffee, his movements smooth and easy. He seemed comfortable today, definitely less on guard, the handsome face not set in a permanent frown and those amazing eyes more blue than gray. Even the all-black ensemble didn’t seem so much dour as super-mysterious now.
By God, the man was something.
He pushed the cup across the countertop. “So I’ve lived up to my end of the bargain?”
Inhaling the strong, heady scent coming off the steaming cup, she could only nod in appreciation. She loved good coffee. The stuff at the office was about one step up from brown water. Helping herself to the cream and sugar he’d already put out, she replied, “More than.”
He held out his hand. “Okay. Have the CD?”
Grabbing it from her purse, she handed the disc to him. “I took thorough notes for the transcripts.”
“I don’t doubt it. I just want to hear the voices, the tones. Catch the nuance.”
“That a psychic thing?”
He shook his head. “A cop thing.”
Her jaw fell open. Fortunately, she hadn’t just taken a sip of coffee; otherwise it would be all over her front. “You were a cop?”
“Well, not officially. I majored in criminology in college, then went through the police academy in Little Rock, but never put on a badge.”
She definitely hadn’t turned up that tidbit in her research, having spent much of her time reading about his recent cases. Ever blunt, she asked, “Why? Just couldn’t cut it?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he said, his brow rising in amusement. “Actually, I was at the top of my class. I wasn’t interested. Did it for the experience but never wanted to wear the uniform.”
“Bet the police in Little Rock aren’t too fond of you.”
He grinned, that quick, sexy grin he’d flashed once or twice yesterday. “Not as un-fond as the ones in Savannah.”
She only hoped he soon became the bane of the local police force, too. Because right now, it was her and Walter against the rest of the town. They could use some reinforcements. Especially reinforcements with investigative backgrounds and psychic powers—if such things really existed. Now that she’d heard Aidan had studied criminology, she had to wonder if his successful record was more a product of really good investigative skills and excellent intuition rather than any supernatural know-how. Either way, the man’s involvement could be important.
Though she wanted to savor the excellent coffee, and also wanted to pick the brain of her host to see what he thought about everything he’d read so far, she knew better than to push. If he wanted to tell her, he’d have told her. She had only met him yesterday, but she already knew that. So she didn’t take her time, or even finish the coffee, before pushing the cup away.
“I’ve got to run. I’m heading over to Vonnie Jackson’s mother’s place.”
He crossed his arms over his big chest. “In the Boro?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe I should go with you.”
She chuckled, amused by his sudden worry for her. Yesterday he’d seemed ready to toss her off a high building. “I’ll be fine. I live in Granville and have been south of Woodsboro Avenue plenty of times. Heck, my favorite bakery is down there! You just stay here, read, and listen.” Flashing him a flirty grin, she added, “Maybe I’ll bring you back a peach pie. Theirs is amazing.”
“I don’t do sweets.”
She lifted a hand to her chest and gasped. “No!”
“’Fraid it’s true.”
“You just lost a lot of points, mister. There’s something wrong with a person who doesn’t like dessert.”
One of those sexy grins tilted the corners of his mouth up. “But you have to admit, I do make good coffee. Doesn’t that earn me a couple of brownie points?”
“Do you like brownies?”
He shook his head, appearing rueful.
She blew out a disgusted breath. “Well, then, no points for you. But you do make excellent coffee,” she conceded. “So I guess I’ll let you slide. Now go read.”
He held up the CD. “I want to listen first. I have a feeling there’s something important on here. Something I caught in the transcripts but can’t quite nail down.”
Following him to the door, she said, “I hope you’re right. Because that clock keeps on ticking.” Three and a half days since Vonnie had been taken. The thought made all humor slide right out of her.
“I’ll be in touch,” he said, opening the door and stepping back out of the way.
She’d noticed that before, of course, that he was careful not to get too close. Now, however, she wondered whether it affected every aspect of his life. Whether he ever allowed himself to touch anyone.
Any woman.
Sex had to be something he was very careful about. And if he never had it, well, that was just a crime against half of humanity. Not only incredibly hot, the man was also charming, intelligent, and had a good sense of humor lurking behind all that sternness.
So, no, an abstinent Aidan McConnell was unacceptable. It would be a complete travesty.
The very idea was also something she, personally, didn’t want to contemplate any longer.
Because combining Aidan McConnell and sex in the same thought was way too dangerous for her peace of mind.
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I just returned from a trip to the local library with my daughter and it got me to thinking: Does anyone use the library anymore? Besides me, that is?
When I was a young girl, going to the library wasn't just something I did when I needed to do research for a school paper. It was an event. I loved going to the library. I loved the walk down, the anticipation of what I might find there that day. I loved the calmness of the quiet atmosphere and the reverence that others, like me, showed within those hallowed walls. And most of all, I loved the books. I could spend hours amongst them, just browsing and absorbing the knowledge they contained through my very skin. I loved the whole process of picking out the books I would take home with me for two weeks and the eagerness I felt to read them, which spurred me even faster toward home. It was no wonder that I ended up working there one summer through a youth program.
But with the advent of the Internet, where almost everything can be found with the click of a mouse, I wonder if the library has lost some of its power. How many people still make the trek to the library and walk amongst its literary denizens? How many feel that excitement to take those books home with them and treasure them for the next two weeks, as I did?
Please share your thoughts on libraries with me. I'd truly like to know what you think of them.
With the summer months my Supernatural Sunday has fallen flat :-( and I have had very little interest from bloggers on Sunday. Hopefully, it'll pick back up soon, but instead of having a blank day, I thought I'd do something fun with a supernatural twist.
Vampires are a fun supernatural creature, right? I have loved them since middle school and am still drawn to their seductive lure. This past fall, I started watching Vampire Diaries and was immediately smitten by bad boy vampire, Damon Salvatore. But for all the women I've bumped into that love Damon, I've run into an equal number of women who love his moody, angsty brother Stefan Salvatore.
So, that got me to wondering how the actual numbers would fall if a poll was taken, which Salvatore brother would come out on top? Which Salvatore Vampire has bitten you? Damon or Stefan? Don't be shy, after you vote, leave us a comment and tell us why you love a particular Salvatore brother!
Just in case you haven't had enough visual aids in deciding on a brother, here are some more photos of the two hotties…
Damon & Stefan!
Stefan (L) and Damon (R), in a rare moment of working together!
Stefan (L), Elena (Center) and Damon (R)
Damon as a vampire! (YES, I still think he's hot!!!)
Stefan as a vampire!
Damon (L), Elena (Center) and Stefan (R)
All photos snagged from either Photobucket or Google Images. No copyright infringement was intended. Photos were used as a visual aid in helping readers/voters pick a favorite Salvatore brother.
I'm sorry for the delay in posting. I had problems with my eye this morning, burning, throbbing and watering to the point I could barely see to drive to the eye doctor. So, I had a foreign object in my eye that scratched the pupil of my eye. Lovely feeling! So, I've just returned from the eye doctor and I will post the winner of the final Caribbean giveaway in a little bit.
Hope everyone has a fabulous day! I'll return shortly....
Sorry it took me so long to return. Been a long day and I'm about to head to bed, but I wanted to announce the winner before heading off to erotic dreamland. =D
Like always I plugged everyone's names into Random.org and let it do the shuffling and picking. And the winner is.....
RIE MCGAHA!!
Congratulations, Rie! I have your e-mail address, so I'll send you an e-mail to get your mailing address.
Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting each week oo my virtual vacation. Now, I gotta think of something to blog about next week. LOL
We haven't been around that long, but I'm always amazed, and appreciative, when an author seeks me out for promotion on this site. I really do love that. I just wish I wouldn't have such a one-track mind. I had booked this author over two weeks ago. Fine, great. So what happened? I opted to do a "How many books can read in 30 days" challenge (one I made up myself because I haven't been reading as much as I'd like), and while in the midst of this challenge I got an idea for a Romantic Suspense. That in itself wouldn't be so bad if I could focus on one book at a time and finish them lol! Anyway, I got inspired for a little bit more in my Romantic Suspense last night and completely forgot that Thursday meant more than dinner with my parents and disc golfing with my husband. I slept most of the day away. I wake up at roughly 4pm (yes, you read that right) and realize that I had a blog to post today. So, needless to say, I've been scrambling around trying to get all the pieces together.
I haven't had much contact with Sapphire. Funny thing is, I thought she was someone I've known on facebook, lol! Must have something to do with her last name, lol! Even though she's not the person I thought she might be, she's still the author of her latest release, Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin'. Gotta say, I love that title. It makes me chuckle every time I see it because I'm not used to seeing bad grammar in a title, lol! If you're anything like me, you'll find yourself thinking of the title whenever you hear the song, "Ain't nothin' like the real thing baby..." or any other time you hear the words "Ain't" and "nothin'" next to each other.
Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin', an erotic short, startled me more than anything. Due to the overwhelming number of updates and such that I get in my email inbox from Facebook and chatgroups, some emails tend to get lost, that is until I go searching for them, like I did today. I never saw the email with my arc until today, so I haven't had a chance to read it completely. However, I did glance at the first page, and that's where I was startled.
How so? Well, as this is an erotic short, I half expected - okay more than half - to find a sex scene right off, but what I found there was very intriguing! A man deciding to perform the ritual to summon a sex demon from A Dummy's Guide to Demon Summoning! Needless to say, I will be reading this one later tonight when I have time to savor the story! Until then, let's get to the interview!
ME: Almost anywhere you go in the US, Independence Day is celebrated with parades, firework displays, cookouts and music – sometimes on July 4th and sometimes earlier depending upon what day of the week the 4th falls on. What celebration plans are going on in your area, and when will they happen?
SAPPHIRE: There’s fireworks given by Comcast Cable and the County I live in, fireworks after the Flying Squirrels baseball game, many other fireworks, a parade in Ashland, Virginia, reenactments of the what led up to the Revolution in Colonial Williamsburg, and other historical reenactments. Basically the same kind of things.
ME: What kinds of festivities would a traveler find at this celebration? What sights, sounds and smells might he or she encounter?
SAPPHIRE: At Colonial Williamsburg, men and women in Colonial costumes acting out scenes leading up to the Revolutionary War. Elsewhere, sounds of a baseball game going on, fireworks blazing in the night sky, smells of barbecue, etc...
ME: What about you and your family? What plans do you have for celebrating Independence Day?
SAPPHIRE: My husband is on call for his job, so we’re staying home and grilling.
ME: Is there any favorite treat that you must consume during an Independence Day celebration?
SAPPHIRE: Yep, burgers and hot dogs! LOL And of course, for dessert, strawberry shortcake!
ME: In many areas, people like to purchase their own fireworks and set them off – snakes, bottle rockets, and sparklers among others. What’s your opinion on fireworks – take them or leave them? Which ones are your favorites?
SAPPHIRE: Don’t do much fireworks—even if legal here to do. I like watching the fireworks done up the street from our front porch (yes, we can see them). But as a kid, my favorite was the sparklers.
ME: A day some might consider as equally important is Bastille Day on the 14th commemorating the storming of the prison fortress, Bastille, in 1789 when the French people stormed the fortress, putting an end to “the tyranny of King Louis XVI’s monarchy”. Celebrations are beginning to be held in major cities across the country celebrating French history. One of the largest celebrations in the country happens in Milwaukee, WI (4 day long festival beginning with a re-enactment of the storming of the Bastille, complete with a 43-foot Eiffel Tower replica) a tradition starting 27 years ago makes it one of the city’s oldest festivals. Is Bastille Day celebrated in your area? If so, how? What sights, sounds, and cuisine will travelers stumble upon?
SAPPHIRE: No, it is not celebrated in my area.
ME: Are there any other festivities that take place in your area that a traveler might enjoy local culture and traditions? If so, what are they and where would a traveler go to find them?
SAPPHIRE: Colonial Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown are about hour and half away. In Richmond here, we have a lot of museums, Civil War battlefields, Carytown (where there’s shopping, the oldest movie theater still showing second run films, and eateries—all in an unusual, cool street to do it), Maymont Park, and the beach isn’t far away, there’s Chincoteague Island where the ponies are , about four hours away, and the mountains in the western part of Virginia (where you can find one of the coolest tourist attractions—Natural Bridge!). Really, a lot of stuff.
ME: We’ve had our fun now, so let’s put the focus on your writing. While there are many genres to choose from, what specifically brought you to romance? Why this genre over the others?
SAPPHIRE: I like reading it and when it looked like paranormal romance had taken off, a perfect choice for me to write. I’m a sucker for happily ever after.
ME: Even though the popularity of the romance genre continues to grow, it’s still not always a highly respected genre. What, in your opinion, is the reason for the continued interest in the genre and for the lack of respect it receives?
SAPPHIRE: Readers want a happily ever after, as with mundane lives, where you never know what may happen (like war) and romance gives it to them. People equate maybe sex and even not plot much of to romance, which is wrong. There are many well-written romances out there.
ME: A holiday we didn’t discuss above is Parents’ Day. What traits, in your opinion, make for a good parent? Have any of these traits, been inspiration for a character’s personality and actions in your stories? If so, how? Which character(s), which trait(s) and why?
SAPPHIRE: One who listens to their kids and who tries to show them how to live their lives right by example. One who tries to do the right thing, no matter the consequences. To accept who you are. I would say the last two; at least I hope my characters try to. Like Tina in Being Familiar With a Witch—when she finally accepted letting Charun make love to her to become the witch destiny meant her to be.
ME: For a writer, inspiration can be found everywhere and in almost anyone, but sometimes specific people, places and events can inspire certain characters, personality traits, events or situations that happen in our stories. In your current story that we’re promoting here today, Ain’t Nothin’ Like Succubus Lovin’, did any one particular person, place or event inspire you? If so who/what was it (were they), how did it/they inspire you and how is this inspiration reflected in your story?
SAPPHIRE: Strangely enough, I don’t think any one person inspired me for Ain’t Nothin’ Like Succubus Lovin’. I hope my two characters, Jordan and the succubus, Elianta, are a combination of all the people I have met in my lives.
ME: Without giving away anything pertinent to the story, tell us about the hero and heroine (s) of your story. What do they look like? How do they meet (or “did” if this is not the first book with these same characters)? What are their personalities – Are they comical cut-ups, are they serious or are they a mix of the two? Please give us a little bit of dialogue from the story that can illustrate this. (Not much, but just a few lines and from a different section than the main excerpt – Thanks!)
SAPPHIRE: Elianta: As a demon, she has skin the color of green grass, blood-red eyes with no pupils, and obsidian horns that curved out of long black hair that flowed down from her head and streamed past the shoulders to the small of her back. In human form, she is very lovely.
Jordan is an ordinary guy and forty-something. They meet when he borrows A Dummy’s Guide to Demon Summoning from a friend to summon a demon for a one-night stand after disappointments in dating and his failed marriage. She’s the one who answers the summons.
“Sorry, but demons are not known for being sweet and kind. Besides, it’s hard for me to understand why someone, especially a man, couldn’t find someone, somewhere, in this day and age to dip his wick in honey. When I was mortal, and even with the Church breathing down my neck, I could always find someone to do it with. Damn, but that’s a shame.”
“Okay, so then you’ll do it?” asked Jordan. “It’s a deal?”
ME: The main characters are usually great, but sometimes, secondary and tertiary characters are known to steal the scenes, even if the author did not intend this to happen. Who are the secondary/tertiary characters in your story and what do they look like? What’s unique about them? What is their relationship to the hero/heroine? Have any of these characters gone on to become scene-stealers? If so, who and how did they do it? Is there the possibility for them to get their own story? (Again, please give us a small bit of dialogue to illustrate this – thanks!)
SAPPHIRE: One that I had some people say they liked was the Devil, because he appeared to Elianta and Jordan as a little man wearing a neat suit of blue, double-breasted—looking not unlike the little book geek in the Twilight Zone episode where it was the end of the world and he was the last human on Earth.
[Could it also be because of the Duke Blue Devils??? lol!]
Jordan held her closer and lifted up his chin. “She’s staying with me this time and is not going back to Hell. I love her, and there’s nothing you can do to me that hasn’t been already done.”
“Really? How about having you chained to two large trucks, both roaring off in opposite directions?” asked a little man who popped in without ceremony. “Or have a Jehovah’s Witness talking nonstop to you, with no escape from him, ever?”
Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re the Devil?”
The little man smiled. Every tooth gleamed brilliant and white, perfect in every detail. He wore a neat suit of blue, double-breasted “Why, yes I am. Am I not impressive?”
Jordan snorted. “Not really. You look like that meek little bookworm in that one Twilight Zone episode, the one who ended up the last man on earth and broke his glasses and couldn’t read all the books he finally had time for. ”
“What did you expect, that myth of horns, a tail, and a pitchfork?”
Curious for more? Let's Check out the blurb and excerpt:
BLURB: Finding a date was never more hellish. When Jordan Hudson borrowed his friend's A Dummy's Guide to Demon Summoning and called up a succubus, he found that dating and making love to a minion of Hell proves to be more than a one night stand.
EXCERPT: With a groan, Jordan released her arms and stormed to his closet. He dug out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and dressed. Hearing a sound behind him, he whipped around and found Annie, looking confused and, if he didn’t know better, a little hurt.
“Why are you getting dressed, Jordan?” she asked in a petulant voice.
“Look, you’re free. Just take off.”
He padded downstairs and could hear her following closely behind. He flung himself onto the couch and, after grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table, clicked on the television. She sat down next to him and he tried to ignore her and the enticing scent of arousal that wafted from her. When she placed her hand on his arm he ground out an oath and clicked off the TV, flinging the remote across the room. It crashed against the wall, shattering.
He jumped up and turned to her. “Just what the hell do you want? I said that you’re free.” He crossed over to the front door and threw it open. Still nighttime, the only sounds came from crickets chirping and the occasional roar of a car on the street. He pointed his finger at the threshold. “There. Now get, skedaddle!”
His finger drooped as much as his penis had deflated earlier. He wanted to rush to the couch and pick her up, then throw her out the door if need be, but he paused as sounds of crying came to him. He turned and saw it was Annie. Not delicate little tears, but big, ball-busting ones that echoed in the room. He maneuvered back to the couch and dropped down next to her. Gathering her into his arms, he patted her on the back, cuddling her and making cooing noises.
“Hey, what’s all this? You’re a demon, and I thought demons didn’t cry or act wimpy.”
She pulled away and looked up at him, her face red from the crying.
“Look, I admit I enjoy being a wicked, beastly succubus. Before that, with the exception being Thor, having sex with all kinds of eager men was great, but after a thousand years it’s become monotonous, the same old thing over and over again. I’d like to settle down and do…normal things.”
Not too long ago, I posted about the art of revision and supplied a series of choices for the opening of a YA story I'm working on. Here (hopefully) is the final product:
I always knew my name would get me into trouble one day. I just didn’t think it would take this long. Maybe I have a slow fuse or a short attention span or something, but, anyway, it finally happened - I snapped. And my name got me in trouble.
Seriously, with a name like Irene Goode, the probability ranked pretty high, if you know what I mean. Well, I guess Irene’s not too bad – unless you’re like a certain someone who shall remain nameless (Bridget Taylor), who once told me, “We had a cow named Irene once. We ate it for dinner.”
But she was one twisted sister. I mean seriously twisted. Even in grade school. Who would name something and then eat it? Or even say they did? That’s a demented thing for anyone to say, but really disturbing coming from a seven-year old.
Yeah, so tell me something like that and you make an issue out of the first name. But most of the time, it’s not so bad. Not great. (Like Maxie or Roxie, my idols!) But not bad. Oh, no. The problem is the last name.
Goode.
Do you know how hard it is to live up to a name like that?
I do.
So what do you think? Did I make the right choices?