Stalk- Author Victoria Danann – Halloween Spooktacular
I must not pass
me,
low
know!”
care!
whisper low
Every breath you take.
thousand years ago, members of a more advanced race crossed into our dimension
when the barriers temporarily collapsed.
who were also shifters, built structures that eventually caused the great flood
and the sinking of Atlantis.
progeny that carried an untraceable shifter gene, dormant until awakened by
mating with a full blooded werewolf.
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Interview Jans S. Morrissey Author of Circle of Dreams
Give a warm welcome to Jane S. Morrissey author of Circle of Dreams, Book one of Quytel Series
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Jane and her Circle of Dreams, Book one of Quytel Series! Pssst… Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.
What inspired you to write?
I love reading paranormal romance, exploring the mysterious and other worldly. At some point, I started to think – Hey, I could write this. I had to muster enough courage to sit down and try, and when I did I realized it was a lot harder than I’d imagined. Even with the myriad of challenges it takes to put pen to paper, once I started writing, I thrived on the creative energy. I’m constantly amazed by the wandering of my mind as it leads me to the next part of the story and the complexity of the characters who emerge in the process. I see the story, and writing itself, as a continuous inspiration.
Did you tell friends and family that you were writing a book? Or did it take a while to come out and tell friends and family you were a writer?
Not at first. I was too embarrassed. I wrote the first two books in the Quytel Series by waking up at 5am to write for two hours before I left for work. I then promptly filed both manuscripts away in a box in my closet. A writer friend of mine had to convince me that I should at least let someone else read them. I did finally share an early draft of Circle of Dreams with her and select members of my family, without any of the sex scenes mind you. I cleverly replaced them with *INSERT STEAMY SEX SCENE HERE*. Now it is out there for the world, and my family to read-gulp. But so far, so good! For more on this, see my guest blog post today on Fang-tastic Books: http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
Where do your story ideas come from?
This is such a good question and I have no idea. The creative recesses of the mind, if I were to guess. What I do know is that in order for my story and characters to come into focus, I need down time when I’m not thinking or worrying about anything else, which is increasingly difficult as life gets busy. When I was writing the first two books in the series, I had a commute to my day job which included a bus, metro, and a walk. That twenty-minute walk was like gold. I could let my mind relax, wander, and I frequently stopped to jot down the next twist and turn in the story.
What secret do you use to blast through writer’s block?
Writer’s block is scary. I find it creeps up on me slowly until I suddenly realize I’m not writing. I’m not sure how that happens, but once it does, I have to force myself back into a routine. I thrive with a routine. That means carving out time, and writing every day, even if it stinks… until it doesn’t.
I think we can all relate to that!
A sneak peek between the pages of Circle of Dreams
Bri knew him. It had been his face in her nightmare. His presence had soothed and calmed her that night. He stood right in front of her now and had just ripped the door off a room no one should have been able to find.
Please don’t let him be my enemy, she whispered in her mind. Who else could he be?
Holding the gun more firmly locked on her target, Bri hoped it deterred him because she knew she would never be able to shoot this beautiful man.
“Are you going to shoot me?” His voice, strong and clear, didn’t sound too worried.
Bri shivered. A sharp stab of desire shot straight through her, and at first she didn’t really register his words.
“We don’t have much time,” he pressed.
A thud downstairs startled her. The man moved fast. She had no time to react before he snatched the 9-millimeter easily out of her hand. He tucked it into the waistband of his jeans and grabbed her other arm.
His touch was electric. When he took a step closer, he crowded her and she could almost feel the hard muscles of his broad chest. The loss of her gun left her completely vulnerable.
He placed a finger lightly against her trembling lips and her stomach did a slow roll. “Don’t move. Don’t yell.” He whispered the words softly into the shell of her ear. “I’m here to help you, Brianna. You have to trust me.”
She shivered. How did he know her name? She felt trapped, caught in an overpowering spell that heated her body. She was tall, but he was taller. And gorgeous, much better looking than she remembered from her nightmare. A part of her recognized she should be far more frightened of him than she was.
“There are men downstairs tearing your house apart right now. I have no idea why they’re searching for you. I can get you out of here, but we have to go now.” A quiet command. “I’m not here to hurt you. Trust me.”
Bri took a defensive step away. He didn’t let her go far, silver-gray eyes holding hers, willing her to believe him. The secret passageways inside the walls of the house would be too risky now that the room had been exposed.
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Diamond Moon by Celia Breslin
A sneak peek between the pages of Diamond Moon.
He reached out with his Wolf senses. The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob. Female. Damn, she smelled good. Human. Wolf. Wait…both? The copper tang of blood hit his nose. And injured.
He flung open the door. His abrupt move caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled and fell forward. Catching her, he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.
She sagged against him, a shivering bundle of wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut. Apples and cinnamon. Roses and honey. His body perked up, taking extreme notice. He fought the growl of possession threatening to tear out of his throat. Holy hell, had his potential mate just walked into his home in the middle of a storm?
The scent of her blood jump-started his brain into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Jesus. You okay?”
His instincts urged him to check her for wounds, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. See all of her. With a jacket covering her torso, tight jeans hiding her legs, and her ball cap pulled low on her face, all he’d seen so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and those delicate, trembling hands.
“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, teeth chattering. Her snow white fingers curled on the hardwood, arms trembling with her effort to keep herself upright. Blood streaked the wood. A line of liquid crimson slid down her jaw and dripped from her chin onto her jacket.
To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled off her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.
Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw for the hidden-object games she designed. Ethereal beauty. My beauty. He stroked a knuckle down her cheek then ran his thumb over her soft, full lower lip.
She flinched and batted his hand away, falling to her side in the process.
Ross snapped back to reality with a healthy hit of guilt. “Shit. Sorry.”
His gaze shot to her forehead where a two-inch cut sent blood trailing over her prominent cheekbone with its silky-smooth skin he’d so enjoyed caressing—
Shit. He gave himself a mental ass kicking for scaring her. “I’m Ross. You’re safe here. Promise.”
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Diamond Moon!
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Abigail Owen Author of The Boss
The hotter the fire, the deeper the burn…
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FINN CONLETH leads his team of enforcer dragon shifters with an iron fist and a cold heart. Every dragon seeks his destined mate, and he thought he’d found his, but the process to turn her killed her and devastated him. After that he vowed he’d never risk his heart again. His team is his family now. When his body eventually gives out, he’ll leave, living his last days alone.
Finn knows the fire is dragon-caused, which puts Delaney’s problems directly in his jurisdiction to solve. But no matter how her wounded grey eyes appeal to every part of him, he has a vow to keep.
He refuses to risk her life in the mating process.
Until another dragon threatens to claim Delaney for his own, and Finn has to sacrifice everything to keep her alive…
Plumes of smoke seeped out of the door she’d left open, but the flames were still hiding inside.
Oh God, I have to fix this.
Delaney had thought she’d be safe here. She’d thought the fires that plagued her in Vermont wouldn’t follow her across the country.
She’d been horribly wrong.
She ran to the water faucet that stuck out of the ground about twenty feet from the barn. A long hose already attached lay coiled beside it. With a twist, she turned the water on full force and dragged the hose toward the barn.
I can’t let Sera’s wine burn.
That reason, more than her own safety, drove her actions.
Carefully, she moved closer to the building. Her aching eyes and fuzzy vision didn’t help, but she kept going. She inched inside until she glimpsed flame, then she aimed her hose at the spot and sprayed, using her thumb to focus the water. The fire appeared to laugh at her pitiful effort like a crazed, caged animal. Flames receded in fizzling, smoldering protest before lunging for her with renewed vigor.
I’m not even making a dent.
Delaney stepped forward, not giving up, dousing more of the blaze.
A snap of sound was the only warning she had before the beams above her crumbled. With a scream, Delaney jumped, feet scrambling as she tripped and fell backwards. Luckily the beam didn’t land on her, but it lay so close, heat singed her skin. Grabbing the hose, she crawled back to her feet and turned the spray on the beam.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a deep male voice thundered in her ear a second before a strong arm banded around her waist.
Delaney found herself hoisted over a shoulder, the air punching from her lungs with a whoosh as her middle connected with a broad shoulder, as she was bodily carried from the burning structure.
She didn’t struggle.
She also didn’t think to let go of the hose.
Her rescuer stumbled over the line and jerked to a halt.
“Damn,” the same deep voice swore and he yanked the hose from her hands.
Realization sank in that she’d been dousing the firefighter who’d “rescued” her, and a completely inappropriate giggle escaped her.
He took off again, not letting her go, jostling her none too gently as he ran across the gravel drive to plonk her on a boulder beside the main winery building. Delaney lifted her gaze up, way up, over his green flame-resistant pants, yellow long-sleeved shirt, and white helmet. A firefighter, but not any kind she’d dealt with before, not based on the clothing. He pinned her to the rock she sat on with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
Delaney blinked.
Anger and frustration pulled his brows down in an intimidating glower. “Are you hurt?” he asked. Yelled more like, his voice a harsh growl.
Delaney blinked at him again, shock taking over and slowing her brain way down—like molasses in the winter.
When she didn’t answer, his severe expression softened. “Are you hurt?” he repeated, no less urgent, but gentler.
Pull yourself together. Delaney shook her head.
“Is anyone else in there?”
“No.”
“Any animals?”
“No.” At least, she assumed the cat she’d saved was the only creature in there. “It’s for wine. State of the art with temperature control.” No way should fires be happening in the building.
He nodded. “I’ve got this now. Don’t go back in there. Wait here for the paramedics.” He straightened and anything soft about him disappeared behind granite determination.
This guy had it.
Relief surged through her followed by immediate the prick of tears that had nothing to do with the smoke.
Why does this keep happening to me?
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