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Reasons to celebrate National Read A Book Day!

Once upon a time, we were given books:

Then we were taught to read:

As we got older, we decided that maybe reading wasn’t much fun:

If we were lucky, we identified with what we read:

And discovered that guys who read books were kinda cute:

But along came college and whipped the fun out of it:

Until you read a romance book:

And there was this:

And this happened:

So you read more!

To find out, they lived Happily Ever After…

You know you’ve read a good romance when you turn the last page and feel as if you have lost your friends.

Read a book today! And if you need a recommendation, just click on the Books tab above.

XO, Sheri

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Working Out a Scene

Hello everyone! Thought I would give you a peek inside my writing day. Actually, there’s a two-fold reason for today’s blog post: I need to get a scene right and sometimes putting it all on paper helps me organize my thoughts. So here we go…

In my scene, my nymph heroine (Trix) wants to inspire her sexy centaur (Khristos) the freedom to reach his full potential. She wants to do more than encourage – she wants a male who is empowered. A conqueror. But how can Trix give her guy some wind beneath his hooves, so to speak?

When I get stuck like this, I usually make a list of possibilities that might work. I don’t worry about whether it is silly or impossible – I’m brainstorming and writing down everything that comes to mind.

Give Khristos one night (on a regular basis perhaps?) to do something he loves.
Consistently mention ways she sees him improving.
Initiate GREAT sex.

Writers are readers too!

Hi. My name is Sheri, and I’m an eclectic romance reader. Historical, military, paranormal, contemporary—bring it on! When it comes to romance books, there isn’t much I won’t read.

I usually read in bed at night because my days start with me running the moment my feet hit the floor. With the Kindle Paperwhite’s glowing screen dimmed to the lowest level, I don’t disturb my husband and can get totally immersed in the storybook’s world.

Right now, I’m working my way through a fantastic sci-fi series that I just can’t put down. (A shout-out thank you to Josey Howarth for introducing me to the author!) And because I’m enjoying this humorous, sexy series so much, I thought I would share it with you.

Evangeline Anderson, NYT Best Selling Author

Her writing is top-shelf good, the stories are original. Oh, and PS: if you sign up for her newsletter, she will send you three free stories. Ya gotta like that!

The first book in Anderson’s Alien Mate Index series is…

Abducted

The basic premise of this erotic romance book is an Outer Space Alien, in line for his planet’s throne, needs an Earth girl, with special powers she has no idea she owns, to trade for the life of his sister. It’s not personal—a business transaction—nothing more. But whoa nelly does the action heat up hotter than the spaceship’s hyper drive!

Sarden the alien guy has horns, and those horns make him…um, horny! Before you feel too sorry (or maybe envious) of Zoe, she has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.

You can find the 4-book series here.

(from Amazon’s book description) The Alien Mate Index

From the pen of Evangeline Anderson, the writer who brought you Brides of the Kindred, comes a new race of Alien warriors…twelve races, to be exact.

Everyone thinks that life just evolved on Earth—

Wrong.

Our planet, and twelve others, all capable of supporting Terran life, was seeded by the Ancient Ones.

Then Earth was locked away, kept safe in the cocoon of our ozone layer. But now there’s a gaping hole in our security blanket and guess who’s coming to dinner?

That’s right—the Alien warriors of the Twelve Peoples—also descended from the Ancient Ones, are looking for mates and Earth girls are their first choice.

The Vorn are feared throughout the galaxy. Savage, horned warriors, these males can be surprisingly gentle to the females they choose to bond with.

Denarins come in pairs—two muscular males who share a psychic bond… and feel the need to share one woman as well.

The Majorans worship their females as goddesses, the very color of their skin changing with their bonded mate’s mood.

Braxians are savage with black-on-white eyes that can see every spectrum of light. They will defend their females to the last drop of blood in their huge, blue bodies.

And there are more…so many more Alien warriors to pick from.

Which type of male would you choose?

Too bad you won’t have a choice, because thanks to the Alien Mate Index, an agency that abducts Earth brides for alien males, you could be snatched at any time and turned into a massive warrior’s mate or concubine.

So the real question is—who will choose you?

If you give this series a whirl, and I hope you do, please take time to give Evangeline Anderson’s books a review. As an author, I can honestly say that your reviews are part of the framework that make our career.

Speaking of, I better get back to writing.

Leave a comment!

XO,

Sheri

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Erotic vs Erotica – What’s The Difference?

While there are similarities in sexual content and heat, the differences lies in story content. A common explanation is that an erotic romance will end with a happily-ever-after, whereas in erotica that isn’t necessarily the case.

In most instances, erotic romance has more of a story; there is an arc where characters change and develop, and love is involved. Erotica is more about the sex and less on emotion.

Of course it can’t be that simple, can it?

Erotic romance is a complete romantic tale—with scenes that’ll steam-up your eReader’s screen. It is about characters who have a romantic relationship that develop throughout the story. The bedroom door stays open…hell, you’re invited inside!…during the sexier scenes. And Love is the primary emotion with a HEA ending.

Erotica romance differs in that it is less of a story and more about the characters’ journeys. It is the hot and steamy sex scenes that move the story forward. While emotion can be a focal point to a suspense, intrigue, and adventure story, more often it comprises a character who looks inside themselves to find approval. As with erotic, a reader can expect explicit sex scenes; the difference being the act is gratuitous. It is a key to the developing relationship and becomes an integral part of the story.

Many believe Erotica is all about the sex. But it is a romance first and a sexual exploration second. The story shows through the sex scenes how the characters’ relationship matures. But if you’re someone who loves a happily-ever-after or even a happy-for-now ending, then Erotic and the relationship between the characters might satisfy better.

Personally, I’m all for the HEA. It’s what I gravitate toward since I like that warm and squishy feeling inside when I finish a story.

Do you have a preference? Let me know in the comments below.

XO,

Sheri

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Lessons from Wabbaseka By Liza O’Connor

Lessons from Wabbaseka
By Liza O’Connor
Southern vs. Northern Rudeness
Since I was born and raised in Arkansas, then moved and lived most of my adult life in New Jersey, I can tell you for certain each state has their own rudeness technique.
An Arkansas rudeness will often be coated in fake sugar. They have made an art out of insulting people with what ALMOST sounds like a compliment.
A New Jersey rudeness will be far more direct. (Expect an FU and a bird)
 
Blurb
When Anna Baker is fired from her New York job, she accepts her aunt and uncle’s offer to come live with them in the little town of Wabbaseka, Arkansas. She discovers a house in dire need of repairs and her relatives in need of proper care. Under the misconception that being unemployed means she has no money, the local sheriff gets involved in her life, trying to determine how she can afford the building materials to fix up the house. Her cousin, Dewayne, appears and wants her evicted, and the FBI thinks she’s involved in a money-laundering scheme. While Anna doesn’t find the peace and quiet she seeks, she may find love…
 Excerpt
An informal reception line seemed to have grown so the entire town could meet Anna. Everyone got in line, except for one man in the back of the church, who watched her like a hawk. When Anna had greeted the last of the people, she helped the ancient-ones shuffle toward the back door. The tall, slender man stepped out into the aisle as they neared. His light brown hair cropped close to his head and his chiseled jaw set him apart.
“Sheriff Carr, this is our great niece, Anna Baker,” Peck said.
He nodded in her direction but didn’t offer her his hand. “Miss Baker. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Anna sensed the man’s words meant more than a casual greeting. Deciding she was just growing paranoid, she shook off her concern and thanked him. “How long have you been sheriff here?”
“For about a year. I came here to retire, and then discovered I didn’t like retirement.”
Anna thought he looked a bit young and far too spry to be close to retirement age.
“The sheriff is from a big city, too,” her aunt added.
“Houston,” the sheriff clarified. “And you’re from New York City?”
“Actually, no. I’m from Denville, NJ. Population 12,000.”
“But honey, you worked in New York City.”
“That is true.”
The sheriff’s light blue eyes studied her with an eerie intensity. “What was your line of work, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Financial Analyst.”
“What does a financial analyst do?”
“I did business modeling on potential acquisitions,” Anna replied, feeling as if she were under interrogation.
“Sounds like a good job. Why’d you give it up?”
“I was laid off. With the economy being bad, the company stopped making acquisitions.”
“So what do they do when the economy improves?”
“Hire another. If you’ll excuse me, I think my aunt and uncle are getting tired.”
“Of course. I noticed you sitting with Adams. Y’all friends?”
“He’s fixing the roof.”
“So you’re not friends?”
Anna was confused by his question. “I’ve only known him a week, what’s your definition of friends?”
Sheriff Carr smiled. “What’s your definition?”
God help her! She didn’t have time for this shit. “I’ll have to think about that. But right now, I’d best get my aunt and uncle home.”
“Need any help?”
“No. We’re right next door.”
“Long way, for some...”
Anna had had it with his attitude. “I’ve got a car.”
“The green Subaru?”
“Yes.”
He glanced down at his pad. “NJ License plate ANG 251?”
“Yes,” Anna replied, her voice considerably cooler now.
“You planning to re-register in Arkansas?”
“Probably.”
“Probably? Does that mean you might not be staying?”
“It means I haven’t given the matter any thought.”
“Well, if you stay in the state more than 90 days, you’re legally required to register the car in Arkansas.”
“Thank you for the notice. Now I really have to go.” She now wished the man had retired—someplace else. What a nosey pain in the ass!
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Top Ten Peeves of Writing Teachers

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Top Ten Peeves of Writing Teachers (Including ‘Vegetables for Authors’)By Melodie Campbell
It all started in 1992.  I’d won a couple of crime fiction awards, and the local college came calling.  Did I want to come on faculty and teach in the writing program?  Hell, yes!  (Pass the scotch.)
Over the years, I continued to teach fiction writing, but also picked up English Lit, Marketing (my degree) and a few odd ones, like Animation and Theatre.  Such is the life of an itinerant college prof.  (Pass the scotch.)
Twenty-four years later, I’m a full-time author.  Except for Wednesday nights, when I put on my mask, don a cape, and turn into SUPER TEACH!  (Okay, ‘Crazy Author Prof.’ Too much time alone at a keyboard can be scary.  Pass the scotch.)
Recently, a jovial colleague asked me if I was a good teacher or an evil one.  I’m definitely on the kind side of the equation.  The last thing I want is to be a Dream Killer.  But even the kindest, most dedicated writing teachers can get frustrated.  So when Anne suggested I rant on these pages, I gracefully accepted.  (With the sort of grace that might be associated with a herd of stampeding mastodons.)So here are my top ten peeves as a writing teacher:THE OBVIOUS1.       “I don’t need no stinkin’ genre” aka Students who turn their noses up at the genres.
In addition to basic and advanced writing skills, I teach the genres in my course.  Meaning, we deconstruct each of the main genres of fiction (mystery, thriller, romance, sci-fi, fantasy, horror, western, literary…etc.) to see what publishers expect.  This is particularly important when it comes to endings.  Mickey Spillane said those famous words:  Your first page sells this book.  Your last page sells the next one.
Most publishers categorize the books they accept into genres.  Most readers stick to a few genres they like best for their reading pleasure.  So it stands to reason that if you can slot your work into an already active genre, you have a better chance of getting published and read.
Many students refuse to classify their work.  They feel it is ‘selling out’ to do so. (Yes, I’ve heard this frequently.)   They don’t want to ‘conform’ or be associated with a genre that has a ‘formula.’  (One day I hope to discover that formula. I’ll be rich.)
So I often start out with half a class that claims to be writing literary fiction, even though not a single student can name a contemporary literary book they’ve actually read.  Pass the scotch.
2.      The memoir disguised as fiction.These students have no interest in writing fiction.  They really only want to write one book ever, and that is their life story.  But they know that memoirs of unknown people don’t sell well, so they’re going to write it is a novel. Because then it will be a bestseller. Here’s what I tell them:  What happens to you in real life – no matter how dramatic and emotional it is for you – usually doesn’t make a good novel.  Novels are stories.  Stories have endings, and readers expect satisfactory endings.  Real life rarely gives you those endings, and so you will have to make something up.If you want to write your life story, go for it.  Take a memoir writing class. 3.       “My editor will fix this” - Students who think that grammar and punctuation are not important.  Someone else will fix that.  They even expect me – the teacher – to copyedit their work.  Or at least to ignore all seventeen errors on the first page when I am marking. (*hits head against desk*)I should really put this under the ‘baffling’ category.  If you are an artist or craftsman, you need to learn the tools of your trade.  Writers deal in words, and our main tools are grammar, punctuation and diction.  How could you expect to become a writer without mastering the tools of our trade?
4.      The Hunger Games clone.  I can’t tell you how many times students in my classes have come determined to rewrite The Hunger Games with different character names on a different planet.  Yes, I’m picking on Hunger Games, because it seems to be an endemic obsession with my younger students.
What I’m really talking about here is the sheer number of people who want to be writers but really can’t come up with a new way to say things.  Yes, you can write a new spin on an old plot.  But it has to be something we haven’t seen before. 
There are just some plots we are absolutely sick of seeing.  For me, it’s the ‘harvesting organs’ plot.  Almost every class I’ve taught has someone in it who is writing a story about killing people to sell their organs.  It’s been done, I tell them.  I can’t think of a new angle that hasn’t already been done, and done well.  Enough, already.  Write something else.  Please. Leave the poor organs where they are.!
THE BAFFLING5.       The Preachers: Students who really want to teach other people a lesson.  And that’s all they want to do.  Akin to the memoir, these students come to class with a cause, often an environmental one.  They want to write a novel that teaches the rest of us the importance of reuse and recycling.   Or the evils of eating meat.Recently, I had a woman join my fiction class for the express purpose of teaching people how to manage their finances better.  She thought if she wrote novels about people going down the tubes financially, and then being bailed out by lessons from a friendly banker (like herself ) it would get her message across.  All noble.  But the problem is: people read fiction to be entertained.  They don’t want to be lectured.   If your entire goal is to teach people a lesson, probably you should take a nonfiction course.  Or here’s a novel <sic> idea: become a teacher.
6.      Literary Snowflakes - Students who ignore publisher guidelines.  “A typical publisher guideline for novels is 70,000-80,000 words?  Well, mine is 150,000, and I don’t need to worry about that because they will love it.  Too bad if it doesn’t fit their print run and genre guidelines. They’ll make an exception for me.”
I don’t want to make this a generational thing.  Okay, hell yes – maybe I should come clean.  I came from a generation that was booted out of the house at 18 and told to make a living. ‘Special’ wasn’t a concept back when we used slide rules instead of calculators. 
Thing is, these students don’t believe me.  They simply don’t believe they can’t write exactly what they want and not get published.  And I’m breaking their hearts when I tell them this:  Publishers buy what readers want to read.  Not what writers want to write.
7.      Students who set out to deliberately break the rules to become famous.  There are many ways to tell a story.  We have some rules on viewpoint, and we discuss what they are, the reasons for them, and why you don’t want to break them.  Then we discuss why you might WANT to break them.  Apparently, this isn’t enough.  (*sobs into sleeve*)  I have some students who set out to break every rule they can think of because they want to be different.  “To hell with the readers.  I’ll head-hop if I want.  And if Gone Girl has two first person viewpoints, my book is going to have seventeen!  No one will have seen anything like it before.  They’ll think I’m brilliant.”
Never mind that the prose is unreadable.  Or that we don’t have a clear protagonist, and thus don’t know whom to root for.  e.e.cummings did it.  Why can’t they?

8.      Students who come to class every week but don’t write anything.  They love the class.  Never miss a week.  But struggle to complete one chapter by the end of term.  Not only that, this isn’t the first fiction writing class they’ve taken.  They specialize in writers’ workshops and retreats.
It seems baffling, but some people like to hobby as aspiring writers.  They learn all about writing but never actually write.  Of course, we veterans can get that part.  Writing is work – hard work.  Writing is done alone in a room.  In contrast, learning about writing can be fun.  That’s done in a social environment with other people.
THE ‘I COULDN’T MAKE THIS UP’9.      Other writing teachers who take our classes to steal our material for their own classes and workshops. (*removes gun from stocking*) Not kidding.  I actually had an adult student come clean about this.  By class seven, he hadn’t done any of the assignments, and admitted he was collecting material to use for the high school creative writing class he taught.  I’m still not sure how I feel about that.
10.  Students who don’t read.  This is the one that gets me the most.  Last term I did a survey.  I asked each student to write the number of books they had read last year on a small piece of paper and hand it in.  I begged them to be honest.  They didn’t have to write their names on the paper, so I would never know who had written what total.  Here’s the tally of number of books read;Highest number by one person:  26Lowest number by one person:  0-1Average:  7Yup, I’m still shaking my head over that low.  He couldn’t remember whether he’d actually read a book.  (How can you not KNOW?)And these people want to be writers.  *collective groan* Why – will someone please tell me why anyone would want to be a writer if they don’t read books?To be clear here:  I read 101 novels last year.  I read for one hour every night before I go to bed, and have done so for years.  That’s seven hours a week, assuming I don’t sneak other time to read.  Two books a week.  And that doesn’t include the hours I spend reading students manuscripts over three terms.If reading isn’t your hobby, how can you possibly think you can write?  Why would you want to? By this point, you are probably asking:Hey Teach!  Why do you do it?
As this term draws to an end, I decided to ask myself that question.  And give a completely honest answer.  Here goes:
It’s not the Money. Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?  Part time profs in Canada are poorly paid.  I’m top rate, at $47 an hour.  I’m only paid for my time in the classroom (3 hours a week).  For every hour in the classroom, I spend at least two hours prepping and marking.  We don’t get paid for that.  At end of term, I spend several days evaluating manuscripts.  We don’t get paid for that either.  This means I am getting paid less than minimum wage.  So I’m not doing it for the money.
It’s not all those Book Sales. When I first started teaching, an author gal more published than I was at the time said a peculiar thing to me:   “Be sure you enjoy teaching because aspiring writers don’t buy books.”  At first I was puzzled, but then I started to understand what she meant.  Students are here to learn how to make their fiction better.  That’s their focus.  They really don’t care about what their teacher has written.
So why the heck do you do it, Mel?  That’s time you could invest in writing your own books…
It’s Vegetables for Authors.  Let me explain:
It takes me back to first principles. I teach all three terms.  Every four months, I am reminded about goal/motivation/conflict.  Three act structure.  Viewpoint rules.  Creating compelling characters.  Teaching Crafting a Novel forces me to constantly evaluate my own work, as I do my students.  In other words, it’s ‘vegetables for authors’ - good for me.
It’s the People. By far, the most valuable thing about teaching a night course year after year is it allows me to mix with people who would not normally be part of my crowd.  Adult students of all ages and backgrounds meet up in my classrooms, and many are delightful.  I’ve treasured the varied people I’ve met through the years, and keep in touch with many of them. 
Getting to know people other than your own crowd (in my case, other writers) is extremely valuable for an author.  You’re not merely guessing how others different from you may think…you actually *know* people who are different.  This helps you create diverse characters in your fiction who come alive. 
As well, you meet people from different professions…doctors, lawyers, salespeople, bank officers, government workers, labourers, grad students, Starbucks baristas, roofers, police, firefighters, chefs, paramedics.  I have my own list of people to call on, when I need to do research.
It’s good for my Soul I'm paying it forward.  Believe it or not, I didn't become an author in a vacuum.  I had two mentors along the way who believed in me.  Michael Crawley and Lou Allin - I hope you are having a fab time in the afterlife.  Hugs all around, when I get there.
Students take writing courses for all sorts of reasons.  Some take it for college course credit.  Some take it for interest, as they might take photography or cooking classes.  Some need an escape from dreary jobs, and a writing class can provide that escape, if only temporarily.  But many actually do hope to become authors like I am.  When I connect with one of them, and can help them on their way, it is magic.  There is no greater high.
No question, my life is richer through teaching fiction writing, even if my bank account is not.
You can help Melodie’s bank account by buying her humorous books, like The Bootlegger’s Goddaughter.  This will keep her from writing dreary novels that will depress us all.  Pass the scotch.

About Melodie CampbellThe Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.” Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.  Melodie Campbell has won the Derringer, the Arthur Ellis Award, and eight more awards for crime fiction. In 2015, Melodie made the Top 50 Amazon Bestseller list, sandwiched between Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts.  She is the former Executive Director of Crime Writers of Canada. www.melodiecampbell.com
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The most commonly asked question I'm asked is where I get my ideas.For me, the answer is simple: LIFE
A few months ago while I wrapped up the Jungle Island series, I wondered where to go next. What would everyone be excited to read? 
After a trip to the feed store, and listening to a group of local ranchers talk about hard times during the California drought, I found my inspiration. Within minutes I was reaching for my notebook and scribbling like mad.I spent the next few days outlining the books in my upcomingcontemporary western romance series!




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Ancient Love - by Liza O'Connor

Ancient Love
A Dark Suspenseful Ghost Thriller
With a Romantic Ending

When telling a story in a different country than the one you live in, the famous advice: ‘Write what you know’ sent me researching what I did and didn’t know.  I needed armed police officers to swarm the basement of the museum. Clearly these couldn’t be the nice friendly policeman who will help tourist find their way back to their hotel. Nope, I needed armed officers.
Fortunately, I found them. They are called AFOs: Authorized Firearm Officers. And if you have a sadist killing a woman in the basement of the museum then that is exactly who you need to call.While the largest quantity of AFO’s protect London, I was impressed with how few AFO’s there are in England and how few deaths occur compared to New York City, or Newark New Jersey. The AFO had seven incidents for the entire year of 2016 in which police discharged firearms. The New York City Police officers could exceed that in a single weekend.



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Alice has no idea that a deadly danger follows her through every life she lives. All she knows is for the first time in this life, she is happy and with purpose in a quaint museum located in an ancient castle. Only Rainier, a ghost from the past, knows the complete truth, and a curse prevents him from warning her of the dangers that will end her life, as it has ended all her lives before. But this time, a man of his bloodline has entered the battle, so Rainier is not alone in his fight to keep Alice alive and well from the demon of their past.
An intriguing tale that pits everlasting love against a deadly curse that has followed the heroine through all her lives. A ghost from her past and a good man in her current life risk everything to keep her alive.



EXCERPT
While a part of him wanted to rush immediately to Alice, if Edward had a gun, such foolishness would only get him killed.
He needed to think and be logical.
He hurried to the first floor. Upon spotting a security guard, he yelled, “Call 999 and ask for Scotland Yard. Tell them we have an armed man in the basement, holding a woman hostage and I believe she’s been harmed. Tell them we need an ambulance”
The security guard’s eyes widened for a brief second before he pulled out his cell phone.
Rein didn’t dare wait for the Scotland Yard to arrive. By then Alice could be dead. He needed to rescue her now. Carl stood before the basement door, blocking his way. Without a second thought, he slammed his fist into the side of Carl’s head. The bastard went down like a sack of potatoes.
Discovering the door to the basement locked, he knelt and secured Carl’s set of keys. He then pulled Carl’s unconscious body away from the door. Noticing the security guard had frozen in stunned disbelief, he yelled, “Make the calls!”
The guard approached. “I’ve made the calls sir, anything else you want me to do?”
“Yes. Lock this piece of shit up somewhere secure.”
After unlocking the basement door, Rein hurried down the steps to the main aisle. A rack of dresses had been pulled out into the aisle blocking his way. Slowly, he pushed open a space and attempted to push his way through. Only something hit him hard in the chest burning like hot embers. Then everything went black.

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About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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NYT Bestselling Author Victoria Danann: Finngarick

FINNGARICKBlack Swan D.I.T., book 2
by Victoria Danann Genre: Paranormal Romance Designer: Victoria Danann


“When it came to my attention that D.I.T. was going to Dublin, I thought of Torn Finngarick. After all he knew the culture and could, perhaps, be useful. I confess to the ulterior motive of wanting to see all the floaters brought in from the cold. He was one of the remaining few. And everybody deserves another chance. Right?

As I mentioned earlier, my wife was working for Black Swan setting up a unit called Department of Interdimensional Trespass. It seemed that creatures coming and going at will were causing havoc that had, until recently, been unexplained, believed to be fiction of the myth or folklore variety, or dismissed as interplanetary visitations. Rosie was busy hiring and training people who were going to function as police.

Anyway, I had served with Sir Finngarick when I was first knighted as the fourth member of the infamous Z Team and came to know him quite well. Most believed he was irredeemable. I did not.”Glendennon Catch, Sovereign, Jefferson Unit


When they transferred onto the larger Black Swan jet in Edinburgh, en route to Buenos Aires, Torn gave Raif a look that said, “We have arrived.” He then proceeded to flirt with the flight attendant for most of the trip. Not that his attention wasn’t welcome. Finngarick seemed to ooze sex from his pores when he turned his charm in the direction of a target.

Of course he was a healthy male elf interested in the physical expression of all that it means to be that, but there was also an element of satisfaction in having his choice of females, given the damage done by the profound social rejection of his developmental years.

Raif’s eyes were closed, but he was smiling.

“Do no’ be feignin’ sleep, boyo. I see you’re livin’ vicariously and perhaps learnin’ a trick or two about interactin’ with the fairer sex.”

Raif cocked an eye open. “You mean pie in the sky?”

“Her name is Amanda.”

“Is it now?”

“’Tis. She might like you better if you gave yourself half a chance. You have the whole exotic look thing goin’ on.”

Raif opened both eyes and cocked a brow. “Exotic look thing? So now you’re attracted to me as well? Or maybe it’s instead. You bi, Torn? I think I should know before I throw in with you as partner. It’s a big step.”

“Great Paddy. You can actually speak words with multiple syllables. Who knew?”

“Interesting. An evasion rather than an answer.”

“No,” Torn chuckled. “I’m no’ bi. No’ even the least little. But I’m no’ blind. You’re good lookin’ enough for a human.”

“Thanks,” Raid said drily.

“All you’d need to interest women is to be interested in them. Hey. For that matter, between the two of us, seems more likely that you’re the one most likely to like guys.” Amanda swished up and set drinks down for each of them, lips twitching surreptitiously at the bit of conversation she overheard. “Hey, Amanda. Do you no’ find my friend here attractive?”

Amanda looked Raif over, while he flushed at the unwanted scrutiny. “Yes. Handsome.”

Torn barked out a laugh. “See!” he almost shouted to Raif. “Aren’t you going to at least say thank you to the woman?”

Amanda hesitated for a second, but when she saw that Raif was busy glaring at Torn, she went about her business.

Once she was gone, Raif said, “That was embarrassing, you freckle-faced fucker.”

Torn gaped. “How is it embarrassin’ to be called handsome by a beautiful woman?”

“Because you put her on the spot. What was she going to say? ‘That guy? Fuck no. He’s hideous. Why would you embarrass him and me by asking that question?’”

Finngarick shook his head. “Dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Why no’?”

“For one thing it sounds ridiculous with your Irish accent.”

“Does it? Let’s call Amanda and ask her what she thinks about my accent.” When Torn looked toward the galley, Raif threw a rolled up magazine at Torn’s head. Laughing, Finngarick said, “So you’re checking the undecided box again.”

After a few minutes, Finngarick nudged Nighsong. “How’s your Spanish?”

“S’okay. Why?”

“Why do you think? Because that’s what they speak in Buenos Aires.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re not going to talk to vampire before we stake them.”

“Aye. ‘Tis true enough. But I’m thinkin’ more about after hours activities.”

Raif reopened one eye. “Girls. You mean girls. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“’Course. But I am a healthy young elf with a healthy young…”

“Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Young. Dumb. Full of come.”

“You’d better leave the poetry to the Irish. And I resent bein’ called dumb. Who helped you through calculus?”

“Do not get me started on fucking calculus. What a colossal waste of a person’s time and energy? Do you believe we’re ever going to use calculus as vampire hunters?” Torn opened his mouth to speak, but Raif was on a tear. “No. We are not.”

“What has gotten into you? Is the cabin pressure pushin’ words out of your mouth that have just been lyin’ dormant for years waitin’ to be released?”

“Funny.”

“One word. Two syllables. That’s more like it.”

“Maybe I didn’t have anything to say before now.”

“Who are you?”

Raif offered up a shit eating grin. “I’m your fucking partner, soon-to-be Sir Finngarick.”

It was the first time Torn had ever heard his name paired with the honorific ‘Sir’. It sobered him for a second, but not longer.

“Aye. You are. Even if you become a nonstop jabber jaws.” Raif grunted. “That’s my man.”





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SIMON SAYSD.I.T., book 1

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Simon Tvelgar wasn’t always the staid and steady director of the Order of the Black Swan headquarters in Edinburgh who manages the most unruly congregation of talented misfits ever assembled into one organization.

No. He was once a young, beautiful, athletically gifted knight, wild and lustful as any, until he fell in love with a Scottish fae girl who on bereavement leave. He lost her to the stones of the Orkneys as they picnicked there on Lammas twenty years before. She was swallowed up and faded from view, a look of panic on her face as she reached for him while her mouth silently formed his name. He lunged to grab her, but she was simply gone.

Year after year he traveled back to the Orkney Islands and talked to locals, but Shivaun was never seen again. Simon channeled his sorrow and loneliness into work until he eventually rose to the highest position open to an ex Black Swan knight.

Now, for the first time, he thinks there might be someone who could find Shivaun. Rosie Storm.

This novella introduces a new Black Swan series, D.I.T., Department of Interdimensional Trespass.



Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers' Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.

In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, and contemporary romance.

Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes or at → www.romancecast.com

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