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Spotlight and Giveaway White Heart of Justice by Jill Archer

White Heart of JusticeNoon OnyxBook 3Jill Archer
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Ace
Date of Publication: May 27, 2014
ISBN-10: 0425257177ISBN-13: 978-0425257173ASIN: B00EOARZP0
Number of pages: 304Word Count: 95,000
Cover Artist: Jason Chan
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Book Description:
Since Lucifer claimed victory at Armageddon, demons, angels, and humans have coexisted in uneasy harmony. Those with waning magic are trained to maintain peace and order. But hostilities are never far from erupting…
After years of denying her abilities, Noon Onyx, the first woman in history to wield waning magic, has embraced her power. She’s won the right to compete in the prestigious Laurel Crown Race—an event that will not only earn her the respect of her peers but also, if she wins, the right to control her future.

However, Noon’s task is nearly impossible: retrieve the White Heart of Justice, a mythical sword that disappeared hundreds of years ago. The sword is rumored to be hidden in a dangerous region of Halja that she is unlikely to return from. But Noon’s life isn’t the only thing hanging in the balance. The sword holds an awesome power that, in the wrong hands, could reboot the apocalypse—and Noon is the only one who can prevent Armageddon from starting again…

Excerpt
Prologue
I can’t be with you anymore. That’s what she’d said. Six words that had become sixty then six hundred then six thousand . . . sixty thousand . . . six million . . . reverberating in his head, bouncing around inside his brain, driving him absolutely mad. There were no other words. No other memories. Only that last one of her. Standing at the edge of the oozy stew of the destroyed keep’s moat, flanked by two Angels, one preternaturally beautiful, the other full of purpose. The same purpose he’d had until those six words stripped him of it.Flying out, he’d barely cleared the wreckage of the keep. His heart beat against the walls of his massive chest, and his monstrous wings beat against the infinite, empty sky, but the beats were slow and grew slower still. Slower. Until finally . . .Stop.He made it across the river and then dropped like a ten-ton stone, crashing into the brush, breaking tree limbs and a wing. He lay there amongst the blackening scrub refusing to shift back into human form.Man’s thoughts were unwelcome.In time, the rogares came. Water wraiths. He killed them all. And then sickened by the smell of blood and meat he couldn’t—wouldn’t—consume, he left his nesting place. By then, the wing had healed, but unnaturally, so that flying straight was impossible. For days, he traveled in circles, never getting far. It wasn’t just the wing. The yearning to return to her was nearly unbearable. The emptiness inside of him an abyss.Was she still in the Shallows? If he could just . . .But then he remembered the Angels. And the look on her face when she’d said the six words. And the feelings in her signature. She’d need more than mere weeks for them to abate. She might need months. Hopefully, not years. Years meant nothing to him, but they did to her. And then the reminder that her time was more precious than his drove his yearning to a new level of ferocity. Ruthlessly, he tamped it down. He realized then that it might be best to return to man’s thoughts. After all, she was a woman.And he wanted her back.
Chapter 1
“Glashia calls Noon the ballista.” Waldron Seknecus’ low voice rumbled through the Gridiron, a deep, cavernous underground space used by the upper years at St. Lucifer’s for sparring. “Because of how she fights now. Watch.”
He was speaking to three other spectators: my father, Karanos Onyx, executive of the Demon Council and the man who would ultimately employ all of the magic users who trained here at St. Luck’s; Friedrich Vanderlin, an Archangel who was the dean of Guardians over at the Joshua School, the Angel academy we shared a campus with; and a woman who looked unsettlingly familiar to me, though I couldn’t remember when we’d met or who she was. I cleared my mind and concentrated on my opponent, Ludovicus Mischmetal, who preferred the moniker “Vicious” for short. He was a second year Maegester-in-Training at Euryale University. We were competing against one another in the New Babylon MIT rank matches, which St. Luck’s was hosting this year.
All second-year MITs were required to compete. The top-ranked MITs from each school would then be eligible to compete in the Laurel Crown Race. The object of the race was to bring back an assigned target. Targets were either rogare demons or priceless artifacts that needed to be recovered. Participation in the Laurel Crown Race was voluntary, but the MIT who returned to New Babylon with his (or in my case, her) target before any of the others, won the coveted Laurel Crown. Winning the Laurel Crown often set a future Maegester up for life because winners could choose where they wanted to spend their fourth-semester residency. And ofttimes, those residencies turned into permanent positions. Everyone else would receive offers, but it would be the Council that decided which of those residency positions they accepted.
Last semester, we’d been given our first field assignment. It was an assignment that had been full of rogare demon attacks and other lethal situations. That assignment had lasted a mere three months and I’d barely survived it. My residency would last for twice as long, so I was well aware of how important the residency venue would be. Winning the right to choose where I spent next semester, not to mention who I would be working for, would go far in preserving not just my happiness, but also my life. The Maegester who was judging the match, a middle-aged man with thinning, ginger-colored hair and a near permanent frown, called out for us to begin.
I’d watched Vicious spar with other MITs. He was smart. His infliction of pain would be very calculated, very precise. There was nothing personal about his desire to beat me. He just wanted to win the match so that he could retain his current Primoris ranking at Euryale and compete for the Laurel Crown. Of course, I was similarly motivated.
Vicious gave me a curt bow, his long, black, razor-cut bangs briefly falling forward before he shook them back and used his waning magic to fire up a weapon, a flaming broadsword. It hissed and spit with fury in the damp air of the Gridiron as Vicious raised it toward me in an opening invitation to spar.
As a sparring partner, Vicious looked fairly intimidating. His front teeth were shiny, silver, and sharply pointed (likely, his real ones had been knocked out in fights) and he was much larger than me. He wore the usual black leather training pants and vest, but he’d elected to go shirtless underneath the vest. I guessed it was an intentional show of muscle, literally. He flexed his forearms and grinned at me, his message clear: I might be a woman playing a man’s game, but he wasn’t going to spare me any blows.
That suited me fine. Sparing me blows wouldn’t win me the match.


About the Author:
Jill Archer writes dark, genre-bending fantasy from rural Maryland. Her novels include Dark Light of Day, Fiery Edge of Steel, and White Heart of Justice. She loves cats, coffee, books, movies, day tripping, and outdoor adventuring.
Website/blog: http://jillarcherauthor.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/archer_jill
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Guest Blog and GIveaway with Kary Radar

Petra the PerfectBy Kary Rader
In my current release from Boroughs Publishing Group, The Pirate Princess , my hero’s name is Petra.  Several people have asked me if Petra was a girl’s name, so today I want to set the record straight.
Petra is Greek for “Rock”, and he was named for his formidability. Petra is a man of honor and character. He is loyal, handsome, and strong, the most eligible bachelor in the kingdom…he’s also a virgin.
As soon as he meets Charlee, the Pirate Captain, he knows she was meant for him, and he sets his sights on saving her.
Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite scenes. Charlee is trying to seduce the Prince to win her freedom, but Petra won’t allow his desire to destroy his quest.
“Your room is here.” She stopped abruptly, and Petra turned to face her. Close enough to touch him, she placed a hot hand on his chest, searing his flesh. “These are fine accommodations.” She gazed into his eyes and traced her bottom lip with her tongue. “But how would you like to spend the night in my cabin, Prince?”The challenge of their earlier conversation hung in the air, and he was not about to prove himself the sum total of his desire—regardless of how much he longed to. Petra had learned enough of strategy to know this was her power move. He could perhaps make a few bold moves of his own. “Captain, my body wishes for nothing more, but I must decline, for I’m not a man given idly to passion.”She narrowed her eyes. “Is that right?”Maintaining her gaze, he nodded. “I have requirements before I could allow myself to…delight in an offer such as yours.”“I don’t barter for pleasure, Prince. I don’t need to.”“Nor was I suggesting you should.”“What are you suggesting then?”“I suggest nothing. I’m merely stating that if I were to make love to you—or any woman—I would require one thing.”A smile grazed her lips as if she’d already won a hard-fought battle. “What, then, is your requirement?”Petra softly captured her face with his hands and peered down into it, unblinking. “Your heart. Your whole heart.”Her eyes widened; she trembled beneath his fingers even as her face paled. The loud clack of the sword falling to the floor couldn’t distract him. She pulled from his grasp. Turning her back, her voice faltered. “Why would you want that?”“Because it’s what I would offer in return.” He spun Charlee to face him and pinned her against a cabin door, hands on either side of the wood as he leaned in toward her. The closeness of her presence filled him as if she were a fine, spiced wine. In this moment, he could overpower her, but some heightened sense held him back. He searched the depths of those sparkling emerald eyes for answers that she defied him to find.
Her chest heaved, and her sweet breath touched his face. “That, my sweet prince, is something you will never get.”
I hope you allow Petra and Charlee to capture your heart. The Pirate Princess is available now.



The Pirate PrincessReign of LightBook OneKary Rader         
Genre:  Fantasy – Supernatural – Paranormal - Romance
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing GroupDate of Publication: May 27th 2014
ISBN:          9781941260180
Word Count: 64,400
Book Description: 
For a pirate, nothing is forbidden...except love. To gain her freedom, Charlee must seduce the prince. To save the pirate, Prince Petra must win her heart.
BY HONOR ALONE
A handsome war hero, Prince Petra can have his pick of any lady in the kingdom. A man of virtue, he's saved himself for just the right one. But when the corrupt emperor of Isa Vis kidnaps a duke's daughter to force her into an alliance, Petra sacrifices himself—and his dreams of love—to save her. Betrothing himself to the distant captive, he leads a daring rescue across the stormy South Sea.
But The Light has other plans. On the voyage, Petra runs afoul of Charlee. Once a prisoner, now a pirate captain, the sultry siren holds him captive with more than just her sword. And when she offers a seductive wager—if he takes her body before they reach the City of Light, she wins absolution for her crimes—it is all he can do to hold firm. While he has every reason to bring Charlee to justice, he’s also finally found a woman he wants more than honor. And he can no more trust her than he can trust himself.
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Excerpt #2:
With her legs apart, she placed her hands on her hips. “What are you doing outside your cabin?”He was so close he could feel her warm flesh radiating out. Too close—and not nearly close enough. Petra scratched his face, the rough whiskers rasping against his fingers. At least the dried blood had been cleaned off his chin. He couldn’t imagine what a battered mess he looked, but he could imagine the sight he made next to the glorious captain. He trailed his gaze up the tight bodice from her hips to her face. Her skin glowed with warmth at the base of her throat where her pulse thrummed—the place he wanted to lean in and taste. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard. She looked like a delectable leather-clad sea nymph with her emerald gaze. The uneven splice of her nighthawk hair led him to believe she sheared it herself—with her cutlass. He flexed his fingers, wanting to bury them in the ebony tresses. “I came to see what the excitement was about and to drink in the fresh air.”“You’ll be drinking in the saltwater if you don’t get below. You’re in my way.” Her voice held a casual tone of dismissal, but she didn’t move. Neither did he. He might’ve been unconscious for more than a day, but even in his injured state, his desire ran rampant. His dreams had been filled with her, and even though each breath was a painful labor, it was worth it to smell her fresh scent.His face flexed into a wide grin. “So we’re going ashore?”She narrowed her eyes and stared pointedly. “Weare not going anywhere. My men will scout the island for anything of use; then we’ll be on our way.”His heart hammered against his chest like a forging mallet shaping a blade. He scanned her silky arms to her shoulders and long neck. So close, her sweet breath brushed his skin.She leaned over and trapped him against the rail. “More’s the pity your injuries hinder you. There are a few things I can think of to occupy ourselves while we wait for the landlubbers. Can you think of anything?” She laid her hand against his chest, searing the skin under his tunic.He gasped. His throat went dry as he studied the smooth lines of her face. He could think of plenty to occupy them and none of it honorable or befitting his station. The memory of her naked body branded his mind. Without thought, his hand reached up and cupped her neck. His thumb rested against her cheek. She leaned her head into his touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath falling as heavily as his. This wasn’t just about a wager. Her desire raged as his did. They both wanted, needed. The pull of her lips carried him closer like a fish caught on a line.His mind muddled. His will crumbled. Perhaps his thirst for her could be stayed with a kiss. Just one kiss.


About the Author:

Kary Rader is a part-time Twitter sage, stay-at-home mother of three, and slave to the characters and worlds inside her head. Always creative, she's drawn to stories with fantastical worlds and creatures.
With a little bit of magic and divine guidance, there isn't anything that can't be accomplished with words. It's the power of words that creates and destroys.
Vanquishing evil and injustice while finding eternal love in the process is all in a day's work. With the help of her critique partners and master cartographer imaginary places come to life.

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Interview and Giveaway:Gemini Rising Ethereal Fury by Jessica OGorek

1. Was there one book that inspired you to write? What book was it and who is the author? What made it stick with you?
Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. The series stuck with me because I absolutely love Edward and because of Bella’s transition from girl to vampire. I watched the first movie then read the series and just couldn’t get enough of it. The funny thing is, Meyer really isn’t a stunning writer, not compared to James Patterson or King, but she still sucked me into the story and had me reeling with Edward’s innocent sweetness. He was a killer but also a gentle soul. This concept fascinates me and has translated into Onyx, my main character. 
2. What inspired you to write this book?
I wanted to take the YA genre and add some spice to it by inserting a deeper concept they can hopefully relate to. Instead of just a love triangle and some supernatural creatures, we have an earth element; one that I hope will instill in them the importance of protecting our planet.
3. What’s the first creative writing you did outside school or a class?
When I was 12, I hand wrote a 2000 page romance novel. But my passion was dark ad disturbing poetry. I love the way adults would read and then look at me like I was a poor tortured soul.
4. If you didn’t live where you live now, where would you live? Why?
Brazil. I love green, it’s my favorites color and I’ve always wanted to live in a tree house in the Amazon. 
5. If your book were made into a TV show or movie, who would you want to play the main character(s)?
I would take Robert Pattinson’s face and paste it with The Rock’s body to make Onyx. He would have to be computerized anyway since he is made of smoke. Kristen Stewart would be Violette, and Slate would be the guy in Warm Bodies. (don’t know his name off the top of my head) I’ve always pictured Darius as Silvester Stalone and the bishop as Donald Sutherland.
6. Did you publish the first book you wrote? If not, how many books did you write before publishing your first?
Yes! This is the first novel I have ever completed and I was lucky enough to land a publisher.
7. What was your favorite book as a kid? What’s your favorite book now?
Charlie Brown’s Christmas. Twilight.
8. What’s the best piece of advice given to you?
The serenity prayer- “God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
9. Give us a hint about your current writing project.
I am on book four on the Gemini Rising series.

Gemini Rising Ethereal FuryBook IJessica OGorek
Genre: YA paranormal romance
Publisher: Cogent NYDate of Publication: April 2013
ISBN: 9780925776259ASIN: 0925776254
Number of pages: 263Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Jessica OGorek
Book Description:
Angry at the human race and its methodical destruction of her resources, Mother Earth recruits souls who have just left their bodies to serve Her, and turns them against humanity. Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings, picked from these possessed humans, emerges. A powerful, rising force proceeds to carry out Mother Nature’s plan to systematically destroy towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a human girl, Violette, and Onyx, a lead Gemini, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
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Short Excerpt:
“Eleanor…” he whispered her name and she stopped. She turned towards the sound that she couldn’t locate.“Over here.” He guided her with his hand from behind the craggy trunk, allowing it to be just visible enough to make her curious as to who its owner might be. An adult might run, scream, or faint at the sight of a translucent hand gesturing mysteriously, but Eleanor was an insightful little girl and wanted to know more. The redhead on the seesaw looked dismayed and repeated her plea. This annoyed Onyx considerably; he was tempted to go shut her up, but her attention was now steady on the phantom arm that beckoned her. He controlled his visibility simply with his mind. If he thought it, it became a reality for him. Eleanor's little blonde curls shook a little as she seemed to be attempting to clear her head. He could start to feel the gravitational pull from within her. It started to tug on his energy, almost gripping him and pulling him piece by piece, atom by atom, ever closer to her."Come a little closer, Sweetheart. How many fingers am I holding up?" If he distracted her with the game or a challenge, it would be that much easier. Anticipation started to build within him, like the sweet pressure of an inevitable release. Trance-like now, unable to resist the lure of his sugary voice, she walked right into his arm and it was over. "Hey," he said. She jerked her head to the left and saw only his spiraling eyes. Before she could utter a scream he was in through her surprised mouth, busily working into her muscles, connecting with her spinal cord to coordinate her movements. Her sensory organs were pliable, and the tendrils that were extensions of his personality easily wrapped around every bone, every nerve ending. She was stunned into silence by the complete and sudden takeover. He felt strong and empowered. It had been weeks since he had felt a young, healthy host take him to dizzying heights of euphoria. This was where Gemini were meant to be, where they felt most in control and in touch with their true ability. To connive and manipulate, ruin and plunder the society around them was only justice. They were so weak and puny, murderers and thieves, liars, and rapists. They all took what they wanted from each other, and the earth, then sucked any generosity right out of the atmosphere. He always thought he was helping them shorten the time frame of their journey. They would all eventually die anyway; he just hurried along the process. He felt the need to justify himself after entering someone. He knew there was some deep hidden morsel of doubt that what he was doing was right, that every human should be annihilated from existence. He would never divulge these doubts to himself or anyone else. It was a hidden monster within him and he would never lend it credit. “Eleanor! Please come play!" He turned around in the direction of the voice. He needed to adjust his vision just a little and did so by fitting his hollow sockets a little more snugly around the orbs of her eyes. The optical nerve was delicate and it was sometimes tricky to get the sight perfect. He shook his head at the girl now and smiled. He was not ready to play right now.  It always took him a few minutes to get acclimated in a new body. Sometimes, he would look in the mirror and his first instinct was to ask. "Who are you?" He would become so wrapped up in his missions that he might forget who he was, sometimes even the name of the person he inhabited. He rested against the craggy bark of the tree and observed his surroundings; three nuns and seventeen children. He had to formulate a plan for how he would take over the main influencers of the church. He would need to study the innards and plot this out, as he told Lilly he would. Nothing rash or stupid would be beneficial; only smooth, calculative moves would render success.


About the Author:
I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written with a great medicine man, Sunbear.
When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.
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Valens Remembered, The Story Begins

Valens Remembered, The Story BeginsValens of Legacy,  Book 1Sherrel Lee
Genre:  Paranormal Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 9780985249687ASIN:  B00CSTZSE4
Number of pages: 92Word Count: 26,324
Book Description:  
Do you love reading about ShapeShifters? Psychics? Genetically Engineered Monsters?
Get your free copy of Book One of the Valens of Legacy series now.
As Larinda Nix Thomas buries her adoptive parents, who died in a deadly echo of the accident that took her birth parents, hidden documents reveal that she is being threatened by a sinister force and that she shouldn't trust even her closest allies. Fate demands she accept her place among the Valens as a shapeshifter, a unicorn, which brings more changes to her life than she could have imagined and puts her on a collision course with her ultimate destiny. In this first book of the Valens of Legacy series myth is rewritten, fantasy and science fiction blend to create a chilling story of death, loss, and discovery.
Struggling to make a life for herself on the streets of Seattle, Washington--Jemma a, runaway is battling to stay safe and unmolested, find legitimate work, and secure an education. Concerned social workers search for her and other runaways to return them to the lives they escaped from. True friends are few and life has made it hard to trust anyone. The memory of loving family no longer exists.
Meet the women who can't remember their past. Discover their stories. Begin the journey into the world of the Valens of Legacy.
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Excerpt – Valens Rebel, Book 5

Prologue

Miranda crept through the dark palazzo toward the bedroom where Giovanni Belledini slept as though he were already dead.  He wasn’t her primary target, but he would have to suffice tonight.  His death would start the endgame and with any luck, the bitch scientist he was supervising would get the blame.  When they saw Belledini dissected like a specimen, she’d be the obvious suspect.  But before Belledini died, Miranda had a few questions for him.  Where was the Blood Map?  How had it been created?  How many people were aware of how powerful it still was?  If she could locate the Blood Map and bring it to her grandfather, his creations—the Humani—would become the most powerful weapons in an arsenal of monstrous killers.  

Miranda reached Belledini’s bedroom and slipped inside, silent as a shadow.  Her unsuspecting target was snoring loud enough to have shaken walls in most other residences, but the walls of the palazzo were a foot thick and had withstood war, natural disasters, and bloodbaths without revealing the screams and secrets they had witnessed through the centuries.  

Miranda sat on the edge of the oversized bed, running her hand across the expensive duvet and sliding it under the downy pillows.  She had always loved Italy, with its secret societies that had existed since memory began.  The country had been part of her life for over a hundred years.  The feuds between the powerful families and the inventive methods they used to torture and kill their enemies were endlessly fascinating.  She had learned so much from these masters, but Belledini wasn’t a master of anything.  He was a low-level, dull-witted dupe who would change loyalties at the drop of two lire.  It insulted her that he had been entrusted with the secret to the Blood Map she sought.  He wasn’t worth wasting funds to try to bribe him.  However, it pleased her greatly to plan all the ways he would suffer while she encouraged him to tell her everything he knew.

The mattress shifted and Giovanni woke with a start, shocked to see Miranda so close.  “Who are you?  How did you get in?”  He shouted.

Miranda bared her teeth in a threatening smile.  “Mr. Belledini, I’m surprised you are so shocked to find a woman on your bed.  Your reputation had me expecting a much more enthusiastic welcome.”

Belledini sat up, shifting away from her, his eyes narrowed to angry slits.  “Again, who are you?  What do you want?” he demanded, his hand slipping under the pillow beside him.

Miranda laughed at the sight of his shocked face when he came up empty-handed.  “Do you think I would be foolish enough to leave your pathetic little toy where you can reach it so easily?  I am so disappointed.  I had hoped the stories of your half-wit antics had been exaggerated.”  Miranda gave a heavy sigh.  “I see we are not going to be friends, so I guess it’s time to go to work.  Tell me, Giovanni, where is the Blood Map?”
Belledini glowered at her.  Then, without warning, he threw the covers off his naked body and tossed them at Miranda.  While she fought her way out from under them, he leaped off the bed and ran toward the bathroom. 

Miranda fired through the duvet, the bullet striking the floor in front of Belledini’s foot.  He came to an abrupt stop.  She tossed the torn duvet to the floor.  “Not a weapon of my choosing,” she said, nodding at the gun in her hand.  “I much prefer a knife for close work, but the gun is effective when people think they can run away.  Now, turn around and come here.  I think we have things to discuss.”  She shook her head as she watched him stumble toward her on hairy feet, his stomach juddering with each step.  Miranda directed Belledini to pull one of the straight-backed chairs from beside the fireplace into the middle of the room.  “Now.  Sit down.  I am going to give you one more opportunity to tell me where the Blood Map is before I bind you to the chair.  I love helping people tell me what I want to know, but I try to be a fair and compassionate person.”

Belledini dropped heavily into the chair, staring through her.  “I do not know what this Blood Map is.  You have been misinformed.  I can tell you nothing.”

Miranda pulled a roll of duct tape from the small pack she carried at her waist and tossed it to him.  “Bind your legs to the chair,” she said.  “Tightly.”  He hesitated, but she gestured impatiently with the gun, and he began to bind his thick legs to those of the antique chair.  It was a pity—such a beautiful piece of furniture, and it would be blood-soaked when she had finished her task.  Perhaps his heirs would find a way to restore it.  Otherwise they would have to replace the pair.   

When he finished, she instructed him to roll the tape back to her.  She moved behind him and began to wrap his chest and arms with the remainder of the tape.  She couldn’t wait for the sweet music of his screams.



About the Author:
Wrangler of a fearsome Yorkiepoo named Rogue (Half Yorkie half Poodle weighing in at a hefty five pounds). Obsession controlled writer with a passion for making up names and twisting myths. 
 Sherrel, as the daughter of an Emmy winning cameraman, learned early in life the dark secrets of creating all those incredible fantasy characters for the large and small screen.
 Refusing to be crushed at the discovery the monsters, aliens, and Robby the Robot weren't real, Sherrel's imagination soared. She became a SELF-proclaimed voyeur of special-effects and expert at fictional character creation.

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Sinister Stitches Interview Stephanie Beck’s Scott from Unraveling Midnight

There is a boutique hiding out between the fractured, narrow storefronts lining New Gotham’s foggy docks. The shingles are ribbed and black. Washed, peeling paint and displays offering views into wicked leather and lace studded glam. The mannequins are ghoulish beauties stitched together from whatever was left from the last fool to cross one of the sinister witches.
Welcome to Sinister Stitches “…apparel for a wicked fairy tale.”
A spicy trinity of black magic sisters breathe star-dusted dreams to life with their gothic apparel boutique. They are schooled in the old ways of “fabric-bending” by the Needlewitches of old. With this knowledge, they’ve created an entire line of clothing that all share the same basic design element: one-size fits all. Each garment will magically tailor itself to its wearer once worn. Last time the Witches-Who-Stitch, hosted a literary catwalk, heroines were called from all walks of life and genres to challenge their seamstress skills. This time, their men have joined the fun—apparently, they’ve been sent to the boutique. (Whether they like it, or not.)
The witches were NOT expecting men. Their expertise is usually limited to DEMANDING their husbands NOT wear that in public, and, of course, the fashioning of fantastic clothing for all of literature’s heroines. (New Gotham’s men usually get their goods from Rumpel’s Twisted Threads, BUT that’s beyond the point, the girls put a quill to their interview, changed some bits, and rose to the occasion.)
To enjoy the hilarity, please check out some of the questionnaire Stephanie Beck’s Scott from Unraveling Midnight lifted from Gillian’s hand with a smile after he swaggered into Sinister Stitches. THE WITCHES WHO STITCH QUESTIONNAIRE
Please provide the witches with your name: Scott Terwolf
Please provide the witches with the following:
Hair Color:  brownHair Length: [x] Short and Sharp (I keep my hair buzzed. Does this count), [ ] Shaggy and Sexy, [ ] Lush and Long  Eye Color:  Brown
Skin Tone: [ ] Ghoulish, [x] Snow White, [ ] Cina-baby, [ ] Mochalicious, [ ] Dark Chocolate, [X]  Other: I’ve been in the sun a lot, and I’m not the color of the princess (I know, I just watched the movie with my daughter, and that princess needs a little time outside)
Please provide the witches with your measurements and body-type.a.) Height:  6.3b.) Body Type: [ ] Skeletal, [ ] Lean and Tender, [ ] Lean and Tough, [x] Ripe and Edible
Do you have any extra extremities? Place an “X” to all that apply.
[ ] Horns or [ ] Halo[ ] 20 ft. of Hair or More[ ] Gills and Fins or [ ] Hooves[ ] Wings (Span:   )[ ] Tail (How many:  )
How many heads do you have? (Your boy bit doesn’t count!)  
Just one. Thanks for asking. What kind of shop is this anyway?
Do you have arms and legs? If so, how many?
Only 2 arms and 2 legs for when I need clothes.
How dead are you? [X] Living, [ ] Undead, [ ] Astral Form
What are you? (Species/Breed)
Werewolf
What is the occasion? (Ideas include: Wedding, Funeral, Sabbath, etc. Oh, and seduction is a valid occasion. The more details, the better.)
Grand opening for a yarn shop.
What’s the occasion setting? (Beach, haunted castle, grand ball, etc.)
My mate’s new yarn shop. She said she was going for a homey, exciting space for people to be comfortable. We painted a few walls orange. Does that help?
Will you be fighting for your life at some point in the evening? 
Probably not, but it has happened in a yarn shop before, so I guess I can’t put a hard ‘no’ on this.
Will you be set on fire? Better yet, will you be setting other people on fire?
No. Lucy would hate that.
Will you be grave-robbing? (Dirt is a tailor’s tedium.)
Hard no on this one.
What are you wearing right now? Who picked that outfit out? (Basically, who let you leave the crypt in those?)
I’m wearing dark jeans, a white button shirt, and a green sweater vest Lucy knit me. She thinks I look nice in green and specially designed the vest to fit me and my personality (that’s what she said).
Do you hope to be naked at some point in the evening? (All right, dirty birds. Such questions are actually intended toward the weres and shifters in regards to their transformations.)
Hey, you can work around shifting? I would like to see how you do that, so yes, I’ll probably shift at some point.
Describe your last brush with Death in two sentences. (Helps us plan for the unexpected.)
My first mate and her lover ambushed me at our home. We fought, they died, but I had to have bolts put in my back to avoid being paralyzed.
Do you need a secret compartment for gigantic swords? Guns and condoms? Eyeliner, maybe?
A knitting needle compartment in the jacket maybe. My mate would dig that. I don’t need a gun or sword to take care of business.
What are your three favorite colors?
Black, gray, and green. I guess.
What two colors ninja your brain, sweetie?
Ninja my brain? Um. Well. Black and gray, maybe? If this means bad, I don’t care for red or pink—seriously don’t put me in pink, even my daughter knows to hand me the blue hat if I get suckered into a tea party.
Please pick a style that you feel embodies you the best. If none apply, feel free to surprise us by providing your own brilliant description in the “other” slot.
[ ] Dark Angel: This is for the spoonfuls of charming. The good-natured and naughty boys next door types. Thoughtful and sensual. Loyal and intelligent. More often than not, his head is in the clouds, but those dreams and that smile holds hope for all of us. Our philosophers.
[ ] Beast King: This is for the warlords and alphas. The type of men who walk into a room and their presence hushes out the sun.  They live in their bodies, but their minds are searching for the next challenge. Hands for fighting and these boots for ass-kickings. Our protectors.
[ ] Smooth Criminal: This is for the bad boys. You know, the types---mother’s worse nightmares. The kind of man that makes your skin itch every time he devours you with that hundred yard stare. Chances are his senses of humor is as wicked as his tongue. To hold him, isn’t to catch him. Our scheming rogues.
[ ] Black Knight: This for the mysteries. The ones no one can quite make heads or tails out off. He’s a mixture, a melting pot of strong, sinister, and sweet. He might be Dark Angel one day, and a Smooth Criminal other days. Our brothers.
[x] Other: Working Werewolf: For the guy who rolls around with his kids and puts up shelves for his mate. He likes to drink beer on Sundays and buys the wrong kind of tea to make iced tea (tastes like crap), but his mate still loves him. Fiercely protective, and likes to win after losing so many times in the past. Knows better than to look for fights, but is ready and willing to do what it takes to keep everyone safe.
Who is your favorite comic/storybook villain?
Who likes villains? I have no answer on this one.
If you could be any comic/storybook book hero, who would it be?
The obvious choice would be someone furry, but honestly I like Captain America or Iron Man. One’s such a good guy, the other’s such a smart ass. And flies. Okay, I’d be Iron Man.
Now, tell us who you love the most.
I love my kids most. Ross, Greg, and Jessie are my world. When my mate, Lucy, came into my life last year, I found someone to love and someone who will love and protect my kids with me. It’s pretty great.                                                Anything else you’d like to add…
Nothing itchy, all right?

After many barrels of chocolate, a dash of magic, and furious sewing… Sinister Stitches’ Rockabilly Starlet Gillian Dweyer presents Scott’s Completed Threads “Needle Knight”

The witch that greets you is by far the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Oil back curls frame her sweet moon-face, little button nose between two lush black suns for eyes. The poet’s shirt hanging off her dainty snow-white shoulders is of pale mauve crepe de Chine, rounded neckline with frill and long full sleeves cut by narrow bands around the wrists. Otherwise, everything else is pink. Pink, pink, pink. The close fitting, long skirt flaring gradually from her hips to the floor, the pink ballerina six-inch stilettos—everything about this woman is princess pink. Her small, pouty mouth curves in a flash of cute, somewhat crooked teeth: Hi, babycakes, I’m Gillian. You can call me, Gillybean. My goodness, you’re adorable. Shame, we’re both married or a witch could see herself having a bite of you. Welcome to Sinister Stitches. You’re very welcome here, but you’re completely in the wrong place. Twisted Threads usually handles the hero department, but you’re about the same build as my husband, so I’ve taken my cues from what Rumpel normally whips up from him. Well, only in terms of cut. Not colors or anything. You’re too bright for black, sugar. We’ve whipped up something Contemporary for you. It will minimize the torso and give you some height. Slightly tapered at the sides, but will fall drape nicely. Simple and very flattering for larger, wider build. You’ve got wonderfully, strong shoulders, so we’ve only padded you a little bit—just enough to give you a sleek silhouette. It will be very comfortable to wear. Otherwise, we just had a little bit of fun. Frankly, you’re a rare one for us. We don’t normally get such a sugar gem. So, we’ve hemmed your jacket with some he fun “festive” dotted stitch, and we did take your colors into consideration and spun you a special double-collared, long sleeve of Sherwood Forest green, dotted with white snow wraith blood speckles. And you can blame the splash of purple on me. Something to make you “pop” a little bit. Just because you’re a daddy, doesn’t mean you can’t get on the floor and do it doggy with the best of them. Fatherhood IS the new sexy. (Remember that girls…) Oh, and speaking of fatherhood, we did what we could with your trousers and ironed a wave pattern into the grey tweed, cashmere mix. Nothing itchy as promised. And you’ll be happy to know everything is absolutely stain resistant. In terms of how we work “around” shifting, it usually depends on the creature. For you, we’ve sewn all your clothing with “Ripper Thread” purchased right here in New Gotham. If you rip the clothes, it won’t matter—the textile is magnetized to “seek” and “heal” itself.Secondly, we always take care to capture, kill, and grind a will ‘o’ wisp, and then, press their remains via iron into shifter clothing. That is why your clothes have that extra gloss. Call your suit by its name “Needle Knight” and it will hurry along… Why are you laughing? I sure did come up with that. *smacks his nose like a pup* Now, I also cut you a midnight blue pocket square. No need for the children to use the hem of your jacket to wipe their sweet little noses on. You came prepared. By the way, the threads are on the house. You’ve made a naughty witch laugh, and that’s worth the world to a girl like me. Have a wonderful time at the opening, dear. And shit, wait, wait---before you go, Astrid, wanted me to ask you…exactly what matter of twine and thread do you guys carry? You wouldn’t happen to have buttons, would you? What about lace? Come here, honeybunches, and use the crystal ball to call your wife—we need to talk business. IMPORTANT BULLETINS from THE PIXIES: For more information about Stephanie Beck and Scott’s adventures in Unraveling Midnight, please check out her author website.Care to check out the last round of Sinister Stitches interviews? Check out Sophie Avett and Jennifer Blackstream’s paranormal den, the Brimstone Pub. All SS interviews are retired there after their tour until the release of the SS e-book.Fancy a tour of New Gotham?Check out New Gotham’s Survival Guide! It might save your life! For more information about Sophie Avett’s New Gotham Fairy Tales, the Sinister Stitches series, and recent releases, please check out her website.Image Credit(s): GooDAuraImage Editing Credit(s):Elaina, For the Muse Design
Cry WolfA New Gotham Fairy TaleSophie Avett
Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance (MM/New Adult)
Publisher: Skeleton Key PublishingDate of Publication:  May 1, 2014
Number of pages: est. 22 pagesWord Count:  est. 10, 000
Cover Artist: Elaina, For the Muse Design
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Book Description:
There’s a wild animal on the loose in the black forests surrounding New Gotham...
Not that anyone cares.
Well, Peter doesn't care.
Peter Ume is more interested in finding a way to alleviate the skull-numbing boredom of a city wide shut down. So far his ideas for excitement hover between stealing an unwary idiot’s underwear (soul works, too), setting someone’s eyebrows on fire, or stabbing the next person he meets in the eye with a hot French fry.
It turns out, he’ll be able to save assault and theft for a rainy day. As luck would have it, this naughty kitsune is about to meet the big bad wolf.
And man, is the wolf in for a surprise...
Warning: This story can be read as a standalone, but you will want to smack Sophie for it. (Or so the ravens have said.) So, do keep in mind that there is a part two. (And it will be a freebie. Sophie’s Pixies will carrier pigeon everyone more information soon.)

About the Author:
Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists on laying it's wet nose on top of her bare foot.
Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties.  Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)

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Death's Redemption by Marie Hall

About DEATH’S REDEMPTION
As a Seer, Mila O'Fallen is one of the last humans capable of channeling visions of the past and future. The one thing she can't see is her own fate, but she knows it's grim. All types of ruthless, supernatural creatures want to use her abilities, and they will do anything to gain access to her powers. When vampires descend upon her, it looks like the end-until a formidable figure appears. She feels a connection to him that is instant, unearthly, and explosive. 

 Grim reaper Frenzy never thought he would see the eyes of his lover again. She was murdered centuries ago, but her amber eyes are alive in Mila. Though it's not his job to protect humanity, something tells him protecting this human is what he was born to do. Yet vampires are the least of their worries. Frenzy and Mila quickly learn that a dark force is matching their every step. And even as they crave each other, the darkness craves them . . . 
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“You want to know the truth?” She whispered, voice quivering because she didn’t want to tell him this. Lightning quick a million thoughts pinged through her mind. She was so used to bottling it all up inside. Keeping it all to herself. But she’d just opened herself up to him in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. Not that she’d been a virgin, but hookups had always been secret, and brief. A way to relieve an itch. She’d never faced a partner while he’d entered, never let him see the truths in her eyes. Because truths were dangerous and bloody things that could kill as surely as stepping on a land mine.Mila was tired of running, tired of being alone, tired of pretending that she didn’t need anyone. Pulse hammering, throat so dry it felt like swallowing sand paper she considered a never ending life of either trying to figure out someway to commit immortal suicide, or running. Again. Alone and scared. Always just barely one step ahead of the shadow, one step ahead of a death that wasn’t really a death. It was an eternal prison of torment, once sucked into the creature her conscience mind would remain, trapped, like a fly in amber. Unable to ever stop being consumed by the creature who only wanted the secrets of the future and past revealed. She’d lived her mortal life that way with the knowledge that life wasn’t long, that even if she lived to be seventy, it would one day end. But this—an eternity of running, always looking over her shoulder, always wondering where the enemy was, who it was—it was a dismal, deflating future. She was a freak even amongst monsters, there’d be no clan to offer protection, no one she could turn to. Nothing.


About the Author
Marie Hall has always held a dangerous fascination for creatures that go bump in the night. And mermaids. And of course fairies. Trolls. Unicorns. Shapeshifters. Vampires. Scottish brogues. Kilts. Beefy arms. Ummm... Bad boys! Especially the sexy ones. 

Then the day came she realized apart from the sexy bad boy she married, there'd be no vampires/shapeshifters/mermaids/fairies/or even stinky trolls in her future unless she wrote about them. More often than not she can be found roaming the wild, lush tropical forest she calls her backyard (a.k.a. Hawaii) and day dreaming constantly about her latest project. 

Her Mad Hatter is the first book of her Kingdom Series.

She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at mariehallwrites@gmail.com
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Guest blog and Giveaway with Carla Susan Smith

Lists …
Anyone who has followed my previous pathetic attempts has probably come to the startling realization that I’m a lousy blogger, and doing these has been pure torture for me. Which for a writer to admit is kind of sad, but there you have it. 
I think I’m much better at putting words in the mouths and heads of characters I create, than to actually share thoughts and ideas that are bouncing around inside my own skull. Besides, who the hell is really interested in anything I’ve got to say?  
But sharing is what blogging is all about (or so I’m told) so in this blog I’m going to share (in no particular order of preference) my favorite non-paranormal romance books and movies. I was going to include CDs in this listing, but it seems to take me about five years to catch up to whatever is current. Right now I’m really into Hinder and Adele. It’s a weird pairing I’ll admit, but this is what I do. Catch a tune, play the ever loving snot out of it and when I’m done, move on. Not sure what that says about me …
Okay, so here are my lists. 
Books
The Stand - Stephen King   The Talisman - Stephen King & Peter Straub                                            The Mallen Novels - Catherine Cookson Timeline - Michael Crichton Pillars of the Earth - Ken Follet The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo - Stieg Larsson The Last Kingdom - Bernard Cornwell Inferno - Dan Brown A Time to Kill - John Grisham Seabiscuit - Laura Hillenbrand 

Movies
The Godfather Gladiator Love Actually The Shawshank Redemption Pulp Fiction Schindler’s List Titanic  Alien Underworld Skyfall (one of the better James Bond movies IMO!)








A Vampire’s PromiseThe Vampire’s Promise SeriesBook OneCarla Susan Smith
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Publisher: eKensington
Date of Publication: June 5th 2014
ISBN: 978-1-60183-289-4ASIN: B00HRFWQ2Q
Number of pages: 271Word Count:  92,500
Book Description:
Trust Your Instincts
Rowan Harper is nothing but a smart-mouthed bookstore clerk with a crappy love life on the night she walks into Rosie’s Bar. Most of the drama in her life is borrowed from her best friend’s adventures. But when she meets Gabriel—tall and movie star gorgeous—everything changes. Never mind that she turns down the drink he offers, or that he brims with secrets she can’t begin to guess at. He ignites a desire in her she never suspected—and shows a fascination with her she can’t explain.
He has no family, no job, no bank account; he knows where she lives and her favorite flower. An aura of mystery cloaks him, even as Rowan grasps for facts, even as she fears an answer that could destroy her happiness. Gabriel can guide her through a wonderland of new sensations. But only if Rowan trusts him enough to follow…
Winner of the OKRWA “Finally a Bride” contest.
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About the Author: 
Carla Susan Smith owes her love of literature to her mother, who, after catching her pre-teen daughter reading by flashlight beneath the bed covers, calmly replaced the romance book she had “borrowed” with one that was far less risqué, and much more appropriate! Though she was encouraged to include different genres in her reading tastes, romance - paranormal romance in particular - has always been her first love.
Born and raised in England, she now calls South Carolina home, where she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband, awesome son, and a canine critique group (if tails aren’t wagging then the story isn’t working!) When not writing, she can usually be found in the kitchen trying out any recipe that calls for rhubarb, working on her latest tapestry project or playing catch-up with her reading list.
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Savannah SacrificeNymph SeriesBook 4Danica Winters
Publisher: Crimson RomanceLength: 56k words
ISBN-13: 978-1-4405-7971-4ISBN- 1-4405-7971-7ASIN:
Book Description:
Answers that she must find… A truth that he can’t escape…And ghosts up to no good…
Being a demi-god has its privileges. For the young nymph, Starling Jackson, it means the gift of seduction and more than that—near immortality. Yet, when her life is filled with spirits, immortality may not be all it’s cracked up to be.
With the help of her bodyguard, Jasper Gray, and secret books left to her by her late-mother’s friend, she may have found the answer to all of her problems.  First, they must find a way to locate the books in their enemy’s hotbed all while staying safe and most importantly—without falling in love.
In the battles between the head and the heart and enemies and friends, tough decisions must be faced—and sacrifices made.
About The Author:
Danica Winters is a bestselling author of over ten books.  She has won multiple awards and is known for writing books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. Most recently, Danica was the winner of the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild’s Book of the Year Award and currently a finalist in the Chanticleer Reviews and Media Paranormal Book of the Year competition for her paranormal romantic suspense novel, Montana Mustangs.
When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana testing her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing).  She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
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Kiss of Wrath: A Deadly Angels Book by Sandra Hill

Kiss of WrathA Deadly Angels BookSandra Hill
ISBN: 9780062210463
On-Sale 5/27/2014
Book Description:
No wicked wenches or wild rampages…it’s been centuries since Mordr the Berserker was turned into a Vangel-a Viking Vampire Angel-as punishment for his sin of wrath, and he’s been frustrated ever since. It’s not so bad being stuck in modern-day Las Vegas. What better place to slay Lucipires, or demon vampires, than the original Sin City. But then Mordr Sigurdsson’s mission is expanded to a new assignment: protect lust-worthy Miranda Hart.
Miranda’s well- ordered life turned into chaos when she unexpectedly inherited her late cousin’s five children. Now, her cousin’s dangerous husband is about to be paroled, and she needs a miracle to keep them all safe.That miracle arrives on her doorstep in the form of a very buff, handsome man with a very strange name. Mordr wants nothing to do with a red-haired wench or children. Miranda wants nothing to do with gorgeous hunk who claims to be a Viking.
As Miranda and Mordr give in to temptation, they must decide if they fit in each other’s worlds-before their enemies close in on them.
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Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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DarknightThe Witches of Cleopatra HillBook 2Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal romance
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press
Date of Publication: 6/5/2014
ISBN: 978-0692217504ASIN:
Number of pages:Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Indie Author Services
Book Description:
Kidnapped by a rival witch clan, Angela McAllister envisions a dark future for herself until she discovers her captor’s brother is the unknown man who has haunted her dreams since she was a child.
Forced to re-evaluate everything she’s ever known about the Wilcox witches, Angela begins to explore the powerful connection that binds her to Connor Wilcox, despite the generations of hostility between their families and the disapproval of those closest to her. 
And when a dark, malignant force arises, Angela knows she must draw on her growing powers as prima to protect enemies and allies alike…even if her choice threatens to tear her new and fragile love apart.
Darknight is the second book in the Witches of Cleopatra Hill, a paranormal romance trilogy set in the haunted town of Jerome, Arizona.

Book 1 of the trilogy, Darkangel,  is currently free for three-days Amazon 
Excerpt From Chapter 1
“So you talk to dead people?” he asked. “Yes, I communicate with earthbound spirits, if that’s what you mean by ghosts,” I said primly.Once again, he didn’t rise to the bait. “That’s interesting. And no, to answer your previous question, I’ve never seen her. No cold spots, no personal items moved around, no nothing. Not that my talent is conversing with the spirit world.”“And what is your talent, Connor?”A cloud seemed to pass over his face, but then he replied, his tone casual, “Nothing so spectacular, I assure you.” “Well, it has to be pretty good, to be able to hide the fact that you’re a warlock.” That was something which had been troubling me ever since I realized he’d managed to hide his true identity so well. Normally, I should have sensed that he was a member of a witch clan from the very moment I met him, even if I couldn’t have known he was a Wilcox. But I’d felt nothing. He’d seemed like a civilian to me…up until the moment he bent down to give me the consort’s kiss. Voice even, he replied, “That wasn’t me. That was Damon’s spell.”“Damon’s quite the multi-tasker, isn’t he? Any other little tricks I should know about?”He gave a humorless laugh. “A few. But I don’t think we need to talk about that now.”“Fine,” I said. I could tell from his expression, the tight look to his mouth, that he wouldn’t appreciate any prodding on that subject from me. “But we do need to talk, don’t you think? I mean, last night you said we would ‘hash this over in the morning.’ Well, it’s almost noon, and you haven’t said much of anything except to tell me where the bagels are.”Surprisingly, he said, “You’re right. Take these” —and he handed the white paper bag holding the sandwiches to me— “and I’ll get some plates and water and stuff.”The first floor of the apartment was pretty much open-plan in style, except a few closed doors that might be a guest bath and a coat closet. The dining area sat just on the other side of the bar of granite that acted as a sort of separator from the kitchen, so I went there and settled myself in one of the heavy wooden chairs. Like the table, they were simple, almost rustic in appearance, but that didn’t fool me. I’d spent too much time shopping for furniture recently not to know that they, like almost everything else in the apartment, had not been cheap.Connor came out of the kitchen carrying a couple of glasses and a bottle of Evian water, along with some brown earthenware plates. He set everything down at the table, then seated himself across from me. Probably just as well that he didn’t sit directly beside me; one brush of his knee against mine under the table, and I would’ve been in serious trouble. After he sat he busied himself with pulling the paper napkins and the sandwiches out of the bag, not really looking at me as he set a sandwich wrapped in white paper down on my plate. “I didn’t know what you’d eat, so I got you smoked turkey with provolone. Hope that’s okay.”“It’s fine,” I said. The bagel notwithstanding, I was ravenous. Probably my body trying to make up for all the energy it had lost last night through stress and sleep deprivation. He poured some water into my glass, then did the same with his. After that there wasn’t much left for him to do except eat. He began to unwrap his sandwich.“Eat first, then talk?” I asked. It was pretty obvious that he really didn’t want to have this conversation. Something that was almost but not quite a sigh escaped his lips before he set the sandwich back down on his plate. “I just want you to know that none of this was my idea.”“I had a feeling,” I said wryly, “considering you can barely even make yourself look at me.”
This time he did glance up, and I had to hold myself steady as the eyes I had dreamed of so often met mine, and held. The muscles in his jaw visibly tightened. “I want to look at you,” he said. “It’s just…dangerous.”
About the Author:
A native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family’s Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
Christine writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, and fantasy and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Trilogy and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though...not yet, anyway!
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