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Blog Tour – Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel by Shakuita Johnson

Tomorrow starts the official week long blog tour for my third book Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel… 19 blogs have signed up but I figured I’d kick the tour off first 🙂

 

“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”


James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.

 

A Prequel

Dark Indiscretions #0.5

Shakuita Johnson

“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”

James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.

 

 

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Excerpt #1

James didn’t know what to say to comfort Kain so he just said nothing. He let his body talk for him. He turned his body around so he was facing Kain and looked into his honey-colored eyes and felt something he couldn’t explain. His eyes traveled down Kain’s face and settled on his lips. He remembered that kiss just before he died. He wanted to feel Kain’s lips on his again. He moved his hands to run up Kain’s chest.

“What are you doing?” came Kain’s breathy inquire.

“Shh,” was all James said in reply.

He brought his lips to Kain’s again and this time pressed more firmly. He hadn’t a clue what he was doing but whatever it was he needed more. He felt not only himself but Kain’s hardness. He moved himself to straddle Kain’s thighs and let out a groan when their penises came in contact with each other. He wrapped his arms around Kain’s neck and felt Kain’s arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Locking them together more firmly. He started to rock his hips slowly and heard Kain’s breath catch in his throat, followed by a small growl.

Their kisses were becoming sloppier and more hurried. James started to rock his hips a little faster. He didn’t know what either of them needed but he just knew he needed to go faster. Kain’s lips left his to suck on his neck. He could feel the scrap of his fangs and it only served to make him moan louder. Water was sloshing all about as their thrusts grew quicker and their breathing harsher. He could fill tingling all over his body and his claws begin to curl out from his fingers. Whatev

er they were doing felt wonderful and he never wanted it to stop. Kain kept nibbling and sucking on his neck and had even removed one of his arms to fist his hand in James’s hair. Suddenly Kain pulled James’s head back and struck. His fangs embedded deeply into his neck and before James knew what was happening a shout was escaping his throat as thick ropes of fluid left his body through his penis. Kain experienced the same sensation.

Kain took his fangs out of James’s neck and bared his own flesh. Seconds later he felt pleasure unlike anything else when James pulled blood from his neck. Whatever they had just done would have to be repeated as many times as they could. Next time he would make sure to stretch it out, though. He vaguely remembered James licking on his neck before sleep took him from not only the shock of James’s second death but the sensations his body had just experienced. He was fairly certain that James had fallen asleep as well. The only thought he had was that it was going to be freezing in the bath when they awoke.

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Excerpt #2

James looked up from the dirt piles he was playing with at the sound of someone shuffling up the valley. The midday sun was hot, blinding him with its light. Through the sunbeams, a small boy ambled to where James knelt in the dirt. He had never seen this boy before and James was wary. Mystics were the top of the food chain, and his father would kill him if he let someone get the better of him. It didn’t matter that he was only six or that the boy appeared smaller than him. It wouldn’t do to be taken by surprise by this stranger. He stood, baring his tiny fangs.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?” James growled, voice tinny but fierce. Even at six, he was a trained killer.

“My name is Kain. Our parents were talking down towards camp. They said you were here playing. I asked if I could come join you, so here I am.” Kain’s tiny hands curled to his side and his head cocked.

“Are you new here?” James asked, fangs still visible. He wasn’t ready to retract them just yet.

“Yes, we walked about two weeks time to get to this part of the hillside,” Kain said. “Would it be alright if I played with you?”

James eyed the strange boy suspiciously.

“Are you a Mystic, too?”

Kain smiled, his top lip pulling back to reveal his own set of small, pearly fangs.

“You don’t have a sister?” James asked.

“No. It’s just me.”

“Me too! Want to be bestest friends?” James withdrew his fangs at this unprecedented prospect.

“Yes!” Kain shouted while bouncing up and down, hands waving wildly.

“Good. We will be friends forever and ever.” James said with confidence.

To secure their blood bond forever, the two boys each nicked the tips of their forefingers with their fangs until blood bubbled at the slight wounds. When their bloody fingertips touched, an instant, unbreakable bond was sealed. They would be best friends forever, even as long as they both still lived and even passing into death. A bond between two Mystics could very well last forever. If nothing came between them, then James and Kain could be blood bound for an eternity.

 

 

Ten Fun Facts

1. I’m a Scorpio and I take it seriously.

2. I enjoy reading M/M pregnancy paranormal.

3. I still cry on One Tree Hill episodes even though I know what’s going to happen.

4. I wrote Dark Indiscretions for my best friend Gavin.

5. I’m very introverted.

6. I’m the oldest of 5 brothers.

7. I’m doubled jointed.

8. I’ve never taken a ballet, gymnastics, or any class like it before.

9. I took 3 years of Spanish and still can’t speak it or understand most of it.

10. I don’t like wearing shoes.

 

 

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About the Author

Shakuita Johnson is a 29-year-old Psychology major. When she isn’t going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. Starting with poetry. Then short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. Visit her online and read her poems and one attempt at songwriting on her blog at http://www.dark-indiscretions.com. You can also find her at www.facebook.com/shakuitajohnson. Check out her website at www.authorshakuitajohnson.com.

 

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Book Blast – Wounded by Shannon Mayer

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“My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker.”
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we’ve lost, my confidence cracks a little more.
Yet there is hope.
A child saved.
A life lost.
A prophecy fulfilled.

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EXCERPT FROM WOUNDED:
“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic
plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment
from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in,
and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population,
which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”
“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could
possess them?” Liam asked.
Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as
it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune
systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”
Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together
that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a
minute.”
The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by
one.
Demons escaped in London who bred fast.
Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.
Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.
The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young
people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat.
“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram
when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I
understood.
Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection
over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he
said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing
about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than
keeping them from being possessed.”
Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”
An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make
him talk?”
Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”
Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you
have to trust me. Please.”
“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand
that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t
been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.
“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track
them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”
Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”
“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled.
I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously
making me re-think getting out of bed the day before.
We were surrounded by Orion’s minions.
Hundreds of them.


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About the author:

ShannonMayer (2)Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

She is the author of the The Rylee Adamson Novels, The Nevermore Trilogy, A Celtic Legacy series and several contemporary romances. Please visit her website at http://www.shannonmayer.com for more information on her novels.

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Blog Tour – Shadow Cursed by N. L. Hoffmann

U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives

ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially

the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world

of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.

Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to

manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve

the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is

led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of

supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the

unknown.

With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade

the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is

uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.

Shadow Cursed

N.L. Hoffmann

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Excerpt #1

My house looked the same as when I left it, but when I got up to the door, I could feel there was

a change in the atmosphere. The feeling was unexplainable, but I knew there was someone in the

house. My gun was in my harness, so I pulled it out. Slowly, I unlocked the door, kicking it open to startle

whoever was waiting inside. Nothing happened. I moved in, looking in all directions. Frowning when I

didn’t see anything, I pointed the gun over toward my sofa, where two people sat, looking comfortable.

One was a good-looking guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes that appeared to be amused with my

entrance.

“Hey! That’s my vacation popcorn, jerk!” I glared at him as he munched from the bowl I just had

the night before. Did he pick that shit up off the floor?

The guy grinned and slowly popped another piece in his mouth. “Never had it with chocolate

before. It’s not bad.”

Next to him was a woman that was clearly not amused with how we were interacting. She wore

her blond hair back in a high ponytail, her makeup done in a way that screamed dominatrix or psycho

bitch. She snatched the popcorn bowl away from the man and set it on the table. Her nails were long

and sharp, painted blood red. What stood out the most about her was that she was dressed in all black

leather. Not something I would do, but since she had a great body, the woman was able to pull it off.

With me, I’d be walking funny as I made noises from the leather.

“Put the gun down, Jacey.” She looked down at her nails like she was bored with me already.

Hello, I have a gun!

“I don’t follow orders.” I say, shrugging. Damn Trent for not following me home.

Men were such assholes sometimes. It was ridiculous!

Nodding, the guy put his feet up on my coffee table, his shit kickers not even close to clean.

“Hey, I bought that off a military guy who got it from Germany.” I went over and kicked his boots off.

“Respect my shit. You’re worse than a kid.”

The woman looked over at her partner. “Knock it off, you can flirt later.”

“This is flirting? Crap, I am totally doing it wrong. Breaking into homes and eating their food is a

much better idea!” I acted like I was impressed with the technique.

“My name is Luca Taborn. This bitch is my partner, Casey Banks, and we are here to bring you in

for violating the Shadow code.”

 

Excerpt #2

After rubbing my eyes, I focus in on a figure standing in the corner of the bedroom. It was Trent,

and his gaze on me seemed suspicious. He looks even better in the light! His tanned skin fit

perfectly with his eyes so blue that they seemed unnatural. They were practically electric and I found

that both beautiful and creepy at the same time. We could get passed that. After we get married, they

will become normal to me. Then there was his bad boy, rock star haircut, which pointed out in several

directions to finally swoop out a little in the front. His hair was dark like I thought it was, almost like a

dark brown, but closer to black. He looked every bit of the bad boy that I thought him to be. The man

always seemed to have an intense look about him, and the shadowy beard he now sported only

enhanced it.

Smiling what I considered my sexy smile, I said, “So did we um-“ I did the hand motions of what

kids learned in school meant humping.

His eyes widened, either in shock or disgust.

I frowned. “What? Am I the ugly coyote?”

Trent shook his head, wiping a hand over his face that was clearly showing signs of stubble. My

head tilted to the side as I heard his hand move over the scruff. It made my stomach flip, in a good way.

“We did not have sex.” He grumbled.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I glared. “Seriously? You can’t do this when we get married. I

have to get laid at least twice a day. Sometimes more. We can use the breastfeeding room at my

office.”

“We aren’t going to get married.”  He made a face. “And the breastfeeding room? That is

just wrong.”

Winking, I smiled. “It’s just a room. It has a cot. It will work.”

 

Excerpt #3 

Shrugging, I eyed him as he continued to circle me. Was he the tiger and I, his prey?

“I am also a Shadow, your enemy.”

“There is that.” He stopped in front of me, a hand coming up to touch my face. I let him. I should

have flipped out and tried to bite his hand or something, but I wanted to be touched. By someone.

Anyone. “I can tell you are different, though.”

The way he said it made me feel like someone actually believed in me.  No one in my life

ever took me seriously, yet here was this beautiful man standing in front of me, saying all the right

things. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and reminded me of one of those summer days without a cloud in

the sky. “How do you know?”

Evander leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine. My whole body shivered, causing my knees

to go weak. He put an arm around my waist. “I can tell because the power I feel rolling off of you is

unlike anything I have felt before. There have been stories about a beautiful woman who would lead the

hunters-”

That could be anyone,” I whisper, his lips hardly an inch away.

“No, I am pretty sure that you are the one.” Finally, his lips connect with mine, his arms

wrapping me against him. I respond instantly to him, my desire building. All I wanted to do was rip his

clothes off. It was like prom night all over again, when I tried to make Daniel Hawkins lose his virginity to

me. I know that usually happens the other way around with the guy trying to get the girl to put out. But

hey, girls have needs, too.

My mind went blank when his fingers lightly grazed the small of my back, making heat rise in me

so fast I was having a hard time standing up. He felt me responding, so he went for my shirt. I helped

him, letting it drop to the floor. As his eyes traveled my body, I didn’t feel as insecure as I usually did. I

actually felt beautiful to him. Powerful in my own way. Then his eyes landed on my tattoos. He used a

gentle finger to touch them, going around to my back. He kissed my neck. “My Queen. You have the

markings.”

I was too into the feeling of him touching me to respond intelligently. He came back around and

kissed my neck on the opposite side, then lowered to my collar bone. “Have dinner with me.” He said.

I laughed, breathlessly. “Didn’t we just do that?”

Evander flashed me another smile. “Not properly. I want to show you that I am more than a

man who wants sex.” He took a deep breath as if trying to control himself, his hands rubbing up my

sides. “It will be hard, but I will stop myself, for now.”

Smiling back at him, I touch the skin on his stomach by putting my hands under his shirt. “As

long as we can come back to your place afterwards.”

 

Ten Fun Facts about N.L. Hoffmann

1.       Love nail polish… I have over 100 right now

2.       I am random. I will talk about one thing but

suddenly bring up another

3.       I enjoy pranking people

4.       I love my car and treat it like my other child

5.       My kids have inherited my creepiness

6.       I am a quiet person

7.       I draw tattoos, several of them have been put on

bodies including the one that covers my husband’s entire back.

8.       I wish I was ninja

9.       I like to travel

10.   Is an Army brat

 

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About the Author

N.L Hoffmann is a new paranormal romance author who is currently working on a series called

The Daughters of Darkness. Her first book, Blood Slaves, released in January 2014 and just recently on

August 1, 2014 she released book two of the series, Shadow Cursed.

Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father.

The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with

her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and

developed her love for literature.

Today, Hoffmann resides in a small town in Missouri with her husband and three children. When

Hoffmann isn’t busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on

her husband (such as, painting his toenails hot pink while he sleeping), and spending time with her

family.

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A Few Updates

First of all I’m hard at work on many things and I just wanted to take a moment and post an update of what I’ve been doing an what’s to come…

First, I’ll be at Boston Comic Con Aug, 8-10…I’m so freaking excited. You can see more about the event at www.bostoncomiccon.com

Second, I have an author and a trivia app for Android it’s FREE so feel free to grab it to stay in the loop… https://play.google.com/store/search?q=shakuita+johnson&hl=en

Third, my next book is scheduled to release Aug. 15th…I’m nervous, excited, and freaking out! I also will be having a party for it Aug. 23-24 so if you would like to attend here is the link… https://www.facebook.com/events/278233899035002/

Fourth, I have a new website up and running. For the most part it’s done but there are some pages I’m working on making better… www.authorshakuitajohnson.com

Fifth, I will be attending the New England Writers Signing Oct. 4, 2014 at the DCU center in Worcester, MA… for more info on tickets and what not look here…. https://www.facebook.com/Newenglandwriterssigning

Sixth, I’m working on a spin off series for Dark Indiscretions that will be called The Dark Indiscretions Chronicles and I hope to have the first book out in Oct 2014…

Seventh, my Double Blog Tour/Cover Reveal tour is going on now and I plan to do a post with the links once it’s done so every can see what’s going on but for now you can enter the giveaway here…  http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/50333b101/

Lastly, the sign ups for A Prequel blog tour are open right now… https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1Fgt4ypE1ab9D4S_J3arXN5421pxq0-dm3MAEBht9370/viewform?usp=send_form

That’s all I have for now….I’m sure once I hit publish I will think of a thousand other things but until next time 🙂

Blog Tour – The Winter Saga Series by Jami Brumfield

Winters Saga Series
Author: Jami Brumfield
Publication Date: Apr 29, 2014
Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance

 

Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)
 

Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising

Revenge
has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal
for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people
who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the
middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come
true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a
position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on
a temporary hold.

He is duty bound to protect her.
Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite
supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal
is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them.
Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of
help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend
in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.

She is his mate.

Gabriel
Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the
new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned
upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council
meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t
dating his best friend, Lucky.

It’s like being torn between two lovers.

Rebecca
is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to
find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and
discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first
transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.

But the heart wants what the heart wants.

And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While
Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political
and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most
important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.

EXCERPT:

He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.

“You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family,” he
whispered.

Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her
wolf agreed.

“It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and
grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have
been healed by then. This cut,” she held up her bandaged hand, “is
already gone.”

“Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds
first. Bruises are always the last to heal.” His answer made logical
sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him
back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for
hours. How was I to know?”

“You need to be more careful.”

He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to
have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t
understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed
time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was
constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to
wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common
phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.

“Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?” Or the fact
that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that
last thought to herself but didn’t release her grip on his waist. It made her
feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run
her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren’t
in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to
stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was
still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of
that matter when she was this close to him.

He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her
senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power
to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.

“No.”

And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. “What took you so
long in the restroom?” It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the
passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt
ego or let him know he was rattling her.

‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.

‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping
things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

She went along with his change of subject, for now. “I ran into Sundae.
She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh?” Interest entered his face and eyes.

“Yes, she asked if I was happy.” Rebecca shrugged.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”

“I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.
She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.
I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous
than she looks. She even called me a little wolf.” Rebecca almost laughed
at the thought. “Which is funny considering she is much smaller and
obviously weaker than me.”

He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. “Be careful of the dream
weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks.”

“I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me
out, too.” She shivered.

“I’m serious, Rebecca.”

She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want
Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and
having to hide it to the world. “What? Okay, so they can give me
nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie.”

“The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
They are far better assassins than allies.” Lucky spoke slowly to make
sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle
enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made
her feel more worried.

A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky
hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but
hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it
more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural
way.

Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of
concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf
the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending
not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful
witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she
was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from
afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. “I’ll
be careful.” She promised.

The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten
it with a fun change of subject. “So why did you punch Gabriel?”

“Why did he kiss you?” The intensity in the look he gave her made her
wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.

“I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me.” She put up three
fingers and said, “Scouts honor.” The memory of the intense feelings
his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking
suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.

‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.

“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.

‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.

And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over
the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.

She shook her head. “It wasn’t me that enjoyed it.” She didn’t know
how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.

“Come on, Becca. I heard you.” Betrayal played in his eyes as he
continued his path towards class.

“It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me.” Rebecca took his arm
and spun him towards her. “I know we’re using this ‘fake’ relationship as
a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can’t change my attraction and desire for you.
And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this.”
She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate
to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all
resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.

He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her
waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that
moment, but if they weren’t everything would have simply faded away. In that
moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size
difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his
tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in
response only pulled her further into the kiss.

He pulled back and shook his head. “This can’t keep happening.”

His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out
the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps
backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.

The gesture made her freeze.

“Why?” It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

“It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all
things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically
engaged.”

Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. “Okay, we could
battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn’t they? But engaged?” She
shook her head in confusion. “Who? How? Why? You never said
anything.” Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a
strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

“I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be
twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids.” He tried to
explain, but had a helpless look on his face. “Besides, you’re an alpha.
You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made
his first play for you.”

Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)

Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one
terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she
lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy
her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human
cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to
separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could
she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?

It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to
rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone
wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive
her?

While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new
identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their
lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as
natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his
sisters lives indefinitely.

More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile
connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the
darkness to tear their new worlds apart.

EXCERPT:

Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store.
They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver
of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted
blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped
on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no
expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part.
Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and
designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time
he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.

“You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.

“Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t
good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.

“Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book.
However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are
placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded
her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that
we’re officially engaged.”

Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged,
officially.”

“Really? Why is that?”

This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her
bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a
man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in
impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the
tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”

Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor
had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and
screamed.

“What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at
them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public
settings.

“It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He
pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and
held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I
cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the
honor of becoming my bride?”

Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She
looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye
roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.”
She had no choice but to say it.

“What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a
vampire.

“Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.

The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped
his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around.
“That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against
her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when
he put her down.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had
gathered to witness her fake proposal.

He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a
request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender
hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell
around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching.
One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept
onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you
now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her
lips toward his, still not touching.

She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his
question.

“Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”

He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a
matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light
up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand
of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”

“Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread
across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips
touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her
mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he
continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and
possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.

AUTHOR BIO:
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Jami M Brumfield
has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds
for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every
story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is.
She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short
stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like
examiner.com. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing
and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the
product of that union.

Book one in the Winters Saga
“Lone Wolf Rising” focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of
unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona
pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around
every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance
begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate
prices.

Book two in the Winters Saga “Vampire Princess
Rising” continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the
focal character is Rebecca’s sister Savannah. She went from homecoming
queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life… undead
life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the
Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war
starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle
of it.

Book three in the Winters Saga “Fire Master
Rising” is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the
focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted
daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be
tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will
never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June
or early July release date for this book.

She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.

By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights
she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic
thrill rides for your enjoyment.

Blog Tour – Weeping Angels by Cristy Rey

Four years ago, Frankie Rios walked away from her best friend and big sister, Iris. To Frankie, Iris

died the day that she last rejected Frankie’s attempts at getting Iris alcohol and drug treatment. Rather

than accept grief for her beloved sister’s loss, Frankie turned to her music. A renowned cellist, Frankie

has managed to ignore the pain and suffering of losing the person she loved most in this world. With Iris

out of her mind and out of her life, Frankie was able to move on…or so she thought. Until Iris really

died.

Topher went to war in 2001 only to return two years later damaged and broken. Unable to

reconcile the war vet with the boy he used to be, Topher gave up on life. When Iris Rios, his long-lost

childhood best friend, dies from liver failure at thirty-two years-old, Topher is forced to confront his

past. He must decide whether he deserves to heal. He must decide whether he will take that first step

and then take another until he can recover what he lost: himself.

Weeping Angels is a story of grief carried and grief ignored. It’s about learning to love and

moving on. Mourning someone once is hard enough, but mourning someone twice is unimaginably

harder.

 

 

Weeping Angels

Cristy Rey

 

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Genre: Women’s fiction, romance

Release date: June 27, 2014

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Excerpt #1

A woman hurls herself into the parking lot without even checking to see if a car is coming. Long

blonde hair flies like a cape and she moves as though propelled by a rocket. Black, slinky heels flick off

her feet, smacking into the asphalt with every rapid step. The scarf wrapped around her neck, despite

this god-forsaken humidity, flaps over her shoulder. Any other day, I might have tried to stop her. If not,

I might have fallen to the ground and covered my head with my hands, brought back to Afghanistan by

some misapprehending synapse fire. But not tonight. Tonight, I merely stand by and watch her go.

She stops abruptly at the edge of the parking lot and just stands there. Her back to us, she drops

her arms to her sides and her shoulders slump. I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but whatever it is

unfurls as I watch. A woman like that doesn’t need to be crying at the end of the parking lot alone, and

we’re watching like a couple of jackals who are just man enough to smoke outside a funeral, but not

man enough to rescue her from herself. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t stop staring, so I

don’t even try.

I suck on my cigarette, taking the longest pull I can to give myself time to keep from engaging in

conversation, when the woman slams her palms to her thighs. If she were any closer or if there was any

less traffic on the highway, we might have heard the smacking sound echoing in the air. Even without

sound, I feel it. A sonic wave crashes into my chest. My heart stops beating for a second in its wake.

Through a stream of white smoke, I jut my chin to the woman.

”Who’s that?” I ask Jose.

“That’s Frances.” He’s curt, and the sharpness when he says her name makes it sound like an

offense. “I thought you knew her,” he adds, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

There’s a silence between us as we keep our eyes trained on Frankie. For the life of me, I would

have never known it was her had he not just told me. I wonder now why no one makes his or her way

toward her. If there’s a husband or a boyfriend standing about inside, someone needs to tell him that

she’s out there alone, grieving.

“Frankie loved Iris. She’s probably taking this hard.”

As soon as the last word has fallen from my lips, Jose chuckles humorlessly and again my

eyebrows furrow. I can feel the anger lining my forehead. Jose brings the cigarette to his lips and smoke

pours from his nostrils as he inhales and exhales simultaneously like a fuming dragon. He shakes his

head as his gaze wanders back to Frankie.

“Frankie loved Iris, that’s true, but Frankie also disappeared and refused to come when Iris got

sick.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Shock slaps across Jose’s face when I declare him a liar. There is absolutely no way I can know if

what Jose said is true or not.

An ephemeral summer breeze catches her hair. When it passes, she combs her fingers through

her hair and twists it into a knot that she promptly releases. Even though she’s far away, I make out the

shaking of her shoulders, as if she might burst.

I’ve never felt as intimate with Frankie as I do right now. Sharing in her private, raw space is

wrong. I want is to throw a curtain between her and the rest of the world. I want to put my body

between Frankie and all the smokers, spread my arms, puff my chest, and yell out, “There’s nothing to

see here! Move along!”like some cop directing rubberneckers forward in traffic.

I take my first step off the curb so that I can go to her and do I don’t know what,

when she turns around and hugs herself so tightly you’d think it was freezing, when it’s actually a humid

ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Her head tilts forward and her blonde bangs sway, falling over her eyes.

She starts walking, slumped and dejected, in my direction. If a car whizzed by her, she might

look up, but given by the way she ejected herself from the building, I’m not fully convinced she doesn’t

have a death wish. So I do the only thing I can think of, I finish taking that first step and then take

another.

 

Dreamcast

 

Excerpt #2

What Frankie says breaks me. It breaks me. And it’s not even about Iris or me; it’s about Frankie.

Everything she said about Iris fills me in on years that I’ve missed. Even when I’d been

standing right beside her, I was ignoring what now seems so obvious it’s blinding. Yet, for all the talk

about Iris’s alcoholism and suicidal tendencies, what Frankie’s opened up about is herself.

I’m not even sure she notices because she’s so guarded. Never once has she reflected on what

she’s said. She’s been stating facts, telling stories. That’s what she thinks, anyway. I know this like I know

myself, because it’s what I do. I state facts and I tell stories, and what I’m actually doing is diverting

attention from what’s going on inside.

Frankie’s all Iris this, Iris that, but what I hear is: I can’t live with myself

because Iris was never happy and I couldn’t save her. It’s what I hear inside myself every minute

of every day, and my heart breaks for Frankie and for me. What I do next comes so naturally that it

scares the living shit out of me. I don’t let her leave. I hold her as close as I can because what I want is

for her to be inside of me the way she’s let me be inside of her.

In this space and time, Frankie and I are one person. I’m angry with her. I’m aggressive about it,

maybe even hurting her, but I reason that it can’t be any worse than how she’s been hurting herself by

balling this all up for decades.

As much as I need her to be close, I want to push her away. I want her to leave and never come

back. I want Frankie to take flight tomorrow morning, and I want to be the one to deliver her to the

airport because what I’m feeling is something that I’m not ready to deal with. I tell myself to let her stay

here, to give her this space from death that she needs. I’m surer now more than ever that we have an

unbreakable bond, but I don’t want it.

We have right now and I need it right now, but I can’t want to have it tomorrow. I can’t want to

have it ever again. It’s like being with yourself all the time, but only with the ugliest parts of you. It’s

looking at all the broken pieces of your psyche and being forced to confront them.

That’s what Frankie is to me. That’s what she’s been to me all day if I cop to it. Maybe it was like

that last night when I went out after her in the parking lot and walked her back to the service. Maybe it’s

why I couldn’t believe that she could be out there alone with no one to hide her sadness from the world.

I’m making up for it today, though. Right now, I’m making up for leaving her naked and on a slab for the

world to pick apart. The more I hold her, the more I fear that I’ll never be able to let her go, but I keep

doing it because she’s something worth saving and, if she can be saved, then maybe I can be, too.

 

Ten Fun Facts about Cristy Rey

1.       I am a librarian.

2.      For the holidays last year, I knit a Cthulhu scarflette for

my good friend, Dre.

3.      I have harvested over 100 mangoes from the tree in my

yard in the last three weeks. (Please, no more mangoes!) I don’t even like mangoes.

4.      My parents are Cuban.

5.      I was a vegetarian and, later, a pescatarian for over

fifteen years. Thanksgiving 2012 was the first time I had poultry, beef, or pork in half my life.

6.      I thought of Weeping Angels as I stood at the

funeral of a good friend – the real Iris – observing the mourners, looking at photos of a woman who

didn’t match the one I used to know, and holding the hand of my sister, her ex-fiancée.

7.      My dog is named after Indiana Jones and Sherlock, and

my cat is named after a comic book character by Roman Dirge and a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

8.      I am almost 6’ tall.

9.      I am a fangirl through and through: I read comics, I am a

Whovian, I am a Sherlockian, I am committed to the Whedonverse, and I have a Fringe tattoo.

10.   I make my own Halloween costumes.

 

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About Cristy Rey

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking

Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers.

She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first standalone, Weeping

Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out in winter 2014/2015.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much

less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she

likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s

always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the

playlist to know what’s up.

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It's The Little Things

Well, well, well…I finally freaking did it. What’s it, you ask? It is finish my BA for Psychology after 10 years…that’s what IT is!! To say I’m excited would be an understatement. I am just so freaking stoked. Not only will I now have BA but I also have an AA in Logistics from my 8 years being the the United States Air Force. I am in a very different place from where I was 10, 8, or even 1 year ago. I have 3 works published with hopefully 5 more added to that number before this year is out. I’ve met some wonderful and not so wonderful people on this author journey that I have embarked on. I have my first signing coming up with Boston Comic Con, I’ve made an official author website, I’m getting the hang of the whole social media thing (well some days at least), and most importantly I’m having fun. I will also be attending Authors In The City (AITC) next year in March…the tickets are already on sale. Check out the pinned post for details on that. Also if you are interested in being apart of my street team just click here.

For all you Facebook fans I have an amazing giveaway going on here, (just look out for the pinned post) and I’m planning a huge multi author 4th of July giveaway here. So make sure you check back to enter.

For anyone interested I’m accepting participants in my Double Blog Tour/Cover Reveal here, there are review opportunities for the first two books in my Dark Indiscretions Series, as well as chances to interview me.

I’m currently working on I guess what you would call a spin off or companion novellas to my Dark Indiscretions Series which will be called The Dark Indiscretions Chronicles, detailing more intimately certain characters that aren’t detailed as much as I would have wanted in the Dark Indiscretions Series. I also have 6 books planned in a Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Fantasy type world that I want to start working on at the beginning of the year. I’m really excited about it and will even be possibly using a friend as the model on the covers.

I have so many book ideas that it’s become crazy to keep them all separate. I’ve been using Scrivener, which I love! The layout and organization is amazing. It’s especially helpful since I want to release an Insider’s Guide once the Dark Indiscretions Series is complete. Well that’s enough of my ramblings for today! Happy Sunday and for all the True Blood fans, I hope tonight’s episode is better than the last!

It’s The Little Things

Well, well, well…I finally freaking did it. What’s it, you ask? It is finish my BA for Psychology after 10 years…that’s what IT is!! To say I’m excited would be an understatement. I am just so freaking stoked. Not only will I now have BA but I also have an AA in Logistics from my 8 years being the the United States Air Force. I am in a very different place from where I was 10, 8, or even 1 year ago. I have 3 works published with hopefully 5 more added to that number before this year is out. I’ve met some wonderful and not so wonderful people on this author journey that I have embarked on. I have my first signing coming up with Boston Comic Con, I’ve made an official author website, I’m getting the hang of the whole social media thing (well some days at least), and most importantly I’m having fun. I will also be attending Authors In The City (AITC) next year in March…the tickets are already on sale. Check out the pinned post for details on that. Also if you are interested in being apart of my street team just click here.

For all you Facebook fans I have an amazing giveaway going on here, (just look out for the pinned post) and I’m planning a huge multi author 4th of July giveaway here. So make sure you check back to enter.

For anyone interested I’m accepting participants in my Double Blog Tour/Cover Reveal here, there are review opportunities for the first two books in my Dark Indiscretions Series, as well as chances to interview me.

I’m currently working on I guess what you would call a spin off or companion novellas to my Dark Indiscretions Series which will be called The Dark Indiscretions Chronicles, detailing more intimately certain characters that aren’t detailed as much as I would have wanted in the Dark Indiscretions Series. I also have 6 books planned in a Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Fantasy type world that I want to start working on at the beginning of the year. I’m really excited about it and will even be possibly using a friend as the model on the covers.

I have so many book ideas that it’s become crazy to keep them all separate. I’ve been using Scrivener, which I love! The layout and organization is amazing. It’s especially helpful since I want to release an Insider’s Guide once the Dark Indiscretions Series is complete. Well that’s enough of my ramblings for today! Happy Sunday and for all the True Blood fans, I hope tonight’s episode is better than the last!

Blog Tour – Leap of Faith by Michele Shriver

Single mother Tracey
Hiatt prides herself on having a close relationship with her daughter-
the kind of relationship she’s always wanted, but never had, with her
own mother.
When her mother suffers a debilitating illness and faces a
lengthy recovery, family takes on a whole new meaning for Tracey as she
finds herself pulled back to her ex, Steve Eldridge. There’s only one
problem: he’s involved with someone else.
Steve is drawn back into
Tracey’s family drama and after her mother awakens from a coma believing
he and Tracey are married, the two are forced to confront some
fundamental questions about their relationship.
Can they put past hurts behind them and take a leap of faith into a new future together?

The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room, along with the whooshing sound of the ventilator. Out in the hallway, Tracey Hiatt could hear the occasional chime of the elevator and muffled voices sounding over the hospital intercom, but she paid no attention to them, her focus remaining on the still form in the bed. Pamela Hiatt had long cut an imposing figure, at least where her middle child was concerned, but now she lay completely motionless, a machine in charge of her breathing. ‘Comatose and unresponsive,’ the doctors termed her condition, while at the same time insisting Pamela was aware of what happened around her and could hear what people said.

 

“Talk to her,” Tracey’s brother had urged when she arrived at the hospital, before leaving her alone in their mother’s room. “It’ll mean a lot to her that you’re here.”

 

Yeah, right.Brian meant well. Tracey didn’t doubt that. He’d always tried to be the peacemaker and stick up for his little sister in the face of Pamela’s constant disapproval, and Tracey appreciated that. It was because of Brian, for Brian, that she’d rushed to Northwestern Memorial Hospital upon learning her estranged mother had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and lay in a coma.

 

Talk to her. Fine. What was she supposed to say? Tracey sucked in a breath as she fought back tears. She’d long thought that Pamela lived to torment her, and she wasn’t quite prepared to see her mother like this, barely clinging to life.

 

“Hello, Mother,” she finally said. “It’s me, Tracey. Bet you didn’t expect to see me here, huh? It’s been a while.” How long, exactly, she didn’t remember. Over the years, Tracey had extended a few olive branches, hoping to repair the relationship with her mother for the sake of her own daughter. Occasionally Pamela reciprocated and they forged a somewhat tentative truce for a short period. Other times, Tracey’s efforts were met with a frosty response and she stopped trying.

 

“Anyway, I’m doing well,” she said. “I’ve got a new class assignment this fall. I’m teaching Tort Law. Isn’t that exciting?” Tracey still recalled Pamela’s look of disapproval when she accepted a position teaching Legal Writing at Northern Illinois University’s law school. The job wasn’t prestigious enough for Pamela’s lofty standards. Maybe not, but Tracey enjoyed teaching it and was good at it. Still, with the retirement of one of the senior members of the faculty, she’d been presented with the opportunity to take over a Torts class and she jumped at it. She’d been contemplating calling her mother, extending another olive branch, when Brian called to inform her of Pamela’s stroke. Life was cruel sometimes.

 

Pamela didn’t stir, but Tracey continued on. “I’m really looking forward to the new challenge. Classes start next week.” She paused, again studying her mother’s form. No change. Nothing. “Lindsay’s starting sixth grade next week, too. I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. You wouldn’t believe how big she’s gotten.” Of course, maybe you would if you saw her on a regular basis.

 

Tracey took a deep breath and tried to get a handle on her emotions. Now, with her mother fighting to survive, was not the time to dwell on past slights and years of hurt. Once Pamela recovered, they’d have the opportunity to talk about everything, and maybe, hopefully, repair their relationship. Tracey wanted it to happen, but she wasn’t quite ready to make a bargain with God. Instead of bargaining, she settled for the simple truth.

 

“You drive me crazy, Mother,” she said. “And you make me angry. Always comparing everything I do to Brian or Kim, never just letting me be me and loving me for it. Maybe I should have given up on you years ago. I’ve wanted to plenty of times, but there’s something I want more. I want a relationship with my mother.” Tears ran down her cheeks, and Tracey wiped at them with the back of her hand. “Isn’t that just the kicker? After everything you’ve done to push me away, I’m still not ready to give up and say goodbye. So you better not be, either, okay? We both have some work to do.”

 

With the issuance of a challenge, Tracey half expected Pamela to open her eyes and object, but she never stirred. For another twenty minutes, Tracey followed the advice of the doctors and talked to her mother. She talked about her plans for the new school year—for herself and Lindsay—and the prospects of the Bears or the Cubs ever winning another championship. When finally she ran out of things to say and couldn’t listen to the sounds of the heart monitor and ventilator any longer, she got up to leave. “It’s been nice talking to you, Mother.” The longest conversation they’d had in years, and Pamela never said a word.

 

Tracey jabbed at the elevator button, anxious to leave. The doors opened and she rushed forward, colliding with a person stepping off the elevator. “Excuse me. I’m sorry,” she stammered.

 

“No worries,” Steve Eldridge said as he out a hand to her. The elevator doors closed again, leaving them in the hallway. “You okay, Tracey?”

 

She wanted to say yes, tell him she was fine and to leave her alone, but it would be a lie, and Steve would see through it right away. Instead, she shook her head as she looked up into his green eyes. Eyes their daughter had inherited. “It’s been kind of a rough day,” Tracey said, opting for understatement rather than dishonesty. “How’d you know I was here?”

 

“I have a case with Brian. He asked to reschedule a hearing for personal reasons,” Steve explained. “Obviously I was concerned. He gave me the whole scoop. I’m really sorry, Trace.” There was no questioning the sincerity of his words. “Don’t you think this is something you should have told me yourself, though?”

 

“We’re not married,” Tracey reminded him needlessly. They never had been, but still Steve shared a close enough relationship with her brother to freely chat about family news, a fact Tracey didn’t always like. How was she supposed to get over Steve if her own brother basically considered him part of the family?

 

“Your choice, not mine.” Steve shoved his hands in the pockets of his khakis. “It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

 

Care about her, yes. Tracey didn’t doubt that. Love was another matter, and one she didn’t care to get into with him at the moment, if ever. Her primary concern was where their daughter was, since it was Steve’s visitation week and he was now at the hospital. “Where’s Lindsay?” she asked, changing the subject.

 

“Meredith took her for pizza and ice cream.”

 

“Are you sure that was a good idea?” Tracey couldn’t keep her displeasure from her voice.

 

“Yes, I thought it was a fine idea,” Steve said. “Why do you have to say things like that? You make it sound like you don’t trust Meredith around our daughter.” He raked a hand through his dark hair, mussing it in front. “She passed a background check to be admitted to the state bar, so it’s not like she’s a hardened criminal, and besides, Lindsay’s known her for a year and a half and enjoys spending time with her. You know that.”

 

Tracey swallowed hard. Yes, Lindsay did seem to enjoy spending time with Daddy’s girlfriend Meredith, and yes, Tracey still had a bit of a problem with it. It was her problem, though, and she’d have to work through it. It didn’t give her the right to be a total bitch. “You’re right,” Tracey said, softening her tone. “I’m sure they’ll have fun together. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Like I said, it’s been a bad day.”

 

Steve nodded. “Understandable. Want to go downstairs and get some coffee and talk about it?”

 

“Actually, I really just want to get the hell out of here.”

 

“That works, too.” Steve placed one hand on her shoulder and with the other pressed the elevator button. “I’ll drive.”

 

***

 

Tracey didn’t say where she wanted to go, and Steve didn’t ask, instead driving in silence through downtown Chicago before ending up at a familiar sports bar. Steve had no idea why he chose it, other than maybe because it was so familiar. After all, it was the site of one of best moments of Steve’s life, and also one of the worst. That he counted them as one and the same no longer seemed strange.

 

“Why here?” Tracey asked as he held the door open for her and led her inside.

 

“Why not? It’s close to the hospital, and we like the food.”

 

“True,” Tracey said, settling into a booth. “Thanks for getting me out of there. I don’t think I could have stood it much longer.”

 

“I figured.” It was why he’d left for the hospital as soon as he’d learned of Pamela’s condition. Thankfully, Meredith seemed to understand why he needed to go and offered to entertain Lindsay. At least he hoped she understood. Steve knew it wasn’t always easy for her, but Mer knew from the beginning he had a daughter. That linked him, forever, with his daughter’s mother, and she had to accept that. “You holding up okay now?”

 

“Trying to.” Tracey picked up the menu, then set it down without opening it. “It’s ridiculous to be this emotional. I don’t even like the woman.”

 

“No, but she’s still your mother and you love her, even if you don’t always like her.” Steve long ago realized there was a difference, especially when it came to the dysfunctional relationship between Tracey and Pamela. “She’s a strong, stubborn woman, Trace,” he said. “She’s going to get through this just fine.”

 

“Of course she will, if only to torture me further,” Tracey said, but Steve could tell from the look in her brown eyes that she wasn’t confident in her words.

 

“How hungry are you?” he asked, changing the subject. “Want to split the taco pizza?”

 

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

 

“How about a beer?”

 

Tracey shook her head. “No. Just a Coke for me. I still have to drive back to DeKalb tonight, and I’d rather not fall asleep at the wheel.”

 

“I’d rather you didn’t, too,” Steve said, and flagged a waitress down to place their order.

 

For the next forty-five minutes, while they polished off a taco pizza, Steve tried his best to keep the conversation light. They talked about the Cubs’ losing streak, the Bears’ prospects, the annual mid-August heat wave, Steve’s recently completed trial and their daughter’s upcoming school year. Sixth grade. He could hardly believe it. In some ways, it seemed like only yesterday that he’d met Tracey at this restaurant after work and she’d announced she was pregnant. The news shocked him, and he’d proceeded to make a complete ass of himself, a scene Steve regretted more than once. Since he couldn’t undo it, he simply hoped he’d done right by both of them in the decade since.

 

“Don’t forget her reading list,” Tracey said, interrupting his thoughts. “She should be reading half an hour every day.”

 

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we got it. We’ve been working with her.”

 

“Good. She likes to read, so it probably doesn’t take much to get her to do it.”

 

“No,” Steve agreed. “Are you going to be okay tonight, Trace? Because if you want to take Lindsay back with you…” He didn’t want to make the offer. He valued his time with her. Still, it seemed like the right thing to do.

 

Tracey shook her head. “No. It’s your week. School starts soon, and I don’t want to cut into your extended time with her before then. Besides, it’d be past her bedtime by the time I get back home. I don’t want to disrupt her routine.”

 

Steve smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

 

“Thanks for rescuing me from the ICU. I should probably get on my way, though.”

 

“At least let me drive you back to your car.” Steve pulled his wallet from his pocket.

 

“I can take the L,” Tracey said. “Just as fast. Ten minutes back to the hospital, grab the car, and I’m home in a little more than an hour. I’ll be fine.” She stood up to leave. “I’ll see you Friday, okay?”

 

Friday. When his week with Lindsay would be up and she returned to her mother’s home. They’d been following the arrangement for ten years and had the routine down, but it still hurt to say goodbye to his daughter at the end of a visit. “Sure.” Steve hesitated. “But if anything happens in the meantime and you need to talk…”

 

“Yeah, I’m sure Meredith would love that,” Tracey said. “Thanks, but I can handle this on my own. I’m not your problem anymore, Steve.”

 

He watched her walk out of the restaurant, then sighed. “That’s just it, Trace. You’ve never been a problem.”

 

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I
caught the writing bug in sixth grade, when I threatened to write a
whole book after a class assignment to write the first chapter. I never
finished that book, but the desire to create stories never left.
When
I’m not giving life to the voices inside my head, I can probably be
found watching a hockey or football game on TV, hoping one day the
Dallas Stars will win another Stanley Cup and the Denver Broncos will
win another Superbowl. (Hey, it might happen!)  Either that or I’m busy
with my day job as a juvenile court attorney, a position that never
ceases to provide new material for my books!