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Rainy Days and Mondays

I love it when it rains and I love Mondays. That might make me part of the minority so I’ll explain. Both loves have to do with writing. I write better when its dark, dreary and raining out. I also write a hundred millions (yes that much) times better when the house is quiet. I don’t get quiet on the weekends for obvious reasons. I do on Mondays. Therefore, I love rainy days and Mondays. Am I the only one who loves it when it rains?

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Snippet: Blaze of Glory

Chapter One

New West Frontier, Prospect Springs, New Earth, 2807

 “Jon, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t go riding into town, kicking up a row and laying claim to another man’s property.”

Jonathan MacSweeny glared at his best friend and cousin, Eli MacSweeny. Jonathan’s temperament had been bad to start with. It only worsened since he’d gotten up and this wasn’t helping it along any. At the current rate of progression, he’d be likely to shoot fire from his eyes and tear a man limb from limb before the night was out. The first was out of reach even for someone like Jonathan, but the second was a distinct possibility. 

“Just because the man had a hand in fatherin’ her doesn’t mean he owns her,” Jonathan stressed. “And if I feel like making a scene, I will.” He fisted the reins of his horse—the need to be on their way was great for Jonathan. Every second they delayed was a second he could have had with the woman who turned him inside out with nothing more than a glance.

“According to the law, her daddy does own her. Least ‘til she’s married off, then her husband does.” Eli tipped his head slightly, sending dark strands of hair over his shoulders. The jet-black hair was a MacSweeny trait, one the ladies seemed to adore and the church-going elderly women seemed to take as a sign of the devil. Probably didn’t help much that the boys had inhuman eyes. They weren’t exactly human so it sort of went hand-in-hand. 

Thankfully, over the years, the religious people in Prospect Springs had come to understand that although by all outward appearances the MacSweeny family was touched by the devil, they meant no harm and were honest boys. Who and what they were wasn’t a total secret because the rumors floated. The boys did nothing to stop the scuttlebutt.  

Almost all of them had remained in the area. None had started families yet. It was probably a good thing since there were so many of them. Hell, there were four in his immediate family alone. Eli had two brothers. That had them up to seven already and Jonathan hadn’t even begun to think about his other two uncles and their boys.

All boys.

All rowdy.

All different.

All special.

“The law is wrong, Eli,” Jonathan said. “Plain and simple, the man has no right to force his daughter to wed a lecherous bastard just because it’ll get his parish bigger donations. Gerald Wilson is a snake who has raped more women than not and I’m not about to let him get his hands on Molly.”

Again.

He didn’t voice his last concern but it was evident from the tension that filled the area. Jonathan would rot in the pits of hell before he ever allowed Gerald Wilson near Molly again. He’d spent a decade regretting having been foolish enough to leave her accessible to Gerald to begin with. He should have claimed her as his mate the minute he’d realized that’s what she was to him.

It was an absurd thought and he knew it. They’d been too young for him to go with his gut. Gerald hadn’t cared a bit about Molly’s innocence. For that alone Jonathan had watched the bastard from a distance, waiting for him to step out of line so he’d be justified in killing him.

“Yap, yap, yap,” Parker, Jonathan’s older brother, said, as he rode up next to him. He steadied his horse and nodded out toward the night. “I hear ya talkin’, little brother, but I don’t hear you saying what it is you’re going to do to rectify the situation.”

“Rectify?” Eli grinned. It didn’t take much to figure out he was in the mood for mischief. “Trust the doctor to swoop in and start up with fancy words. We might need to stop by a Frontier Stall and look that there one up.”

Parker put his middle finger in the air and offered a cocky smile. “Doctor that, asshole. And seems to me the lawyer in the family would have some pull in regards to changing the laws but it’d appear you are as worthless as your last girlfriend claimed you to be.”  He let his middle finger droop slowly as his gaze slid to Eli’s groin.

Eli shrugged. “Seein’ as how I had her screaming my name out in ecstasy behind the General Store I can’t see how I’d be labeled worthless. A bit randy maybe, but worthless? No.” He rubbed his chin, doing his best to conceal a wicked grin. They got entirely too much joy out of poking fun at one another. “As far as laws go, I don’t get to change ‘em. I only get to twist the already existing ones to my advantage.”

Jonathan’s ears perked as he fingered his sidearm and then his badge. The silver burned slightly as he touched it but still, his hand remained. It was a reminder of not only who he was but what he was. He was the sheriff but was also more than a man. The beast, who suffered a sensitivity to silver, swore an oath to protect Molly and the man supported the decision wholeheartedly. The two had come to a conclusion long ago—she was not to be harmed and, one day, she would be his. “Got any law-twisting planned, cousin?”

“A whole lot of begging, Jon. That’s ‘bout it.” Eli chuckled. “Well, that and I told Parker to bring along some aspirin. You might need it after you go and get yourself hung over a woman. Be thankful a hangin’ won’t kill ya. Just make your head and neck hurt for a few days. Now, if they decide to run silver spikes through your heart or chop your head off, well, that’s another matter.”

“Wonderful.” He didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm. “And thanks for the show of support. It warms me to know my kin are positive I’ll get my neck snapped before the day’s out.”

The tiny snort that came from Eli wasn’t lost on him, neither was the piercing gaze the man gave him. Those lavender eyes always seemed to know the truth.

Eli stated the obvious anyway. “Jon, this is an awful lot of trouble to go through for a girl you ain’t even seen since she was but knee-high. What’s it been? Ten years now?”

It was the truth. Jonathan hadn’t seen Molly Cogan since she was sixteen but that didn’t matter any. When word of her father’s plans reached him, he’d been blinded by rage. Molly had been a free spirit, a female renegade. So much so, her father had sent her away, shamed by her even though there was nothing to be ashamed about. Molly was a rare treasure, or at least she had been.

And damn well always will be, MacSweeny.

He smiled as his inner voice chastised him as quickly and as sharply as Molly would. He held tighter to the reins of his horse. It would’ve been faster to take his steel steed. They were built to look like real horses except for the legs. Steel steeds had none. They hovered just off the ground, six to eight inches. Jonathan had mounted handlebars on the neck of his. They helped to steer better and allowed him to lean forward more, cutting wind resistance. All the MacSweeny boys had steel steeds but the damn mechanical beasts tended to be unpredictable and since they ran on both fuel and solar power, one needed to be sure one had plenty of both. Fuel wasn’t an issue, it was sunlight. There wasn’t a whole heck of a lot of it left for the day and there was no way in hell Jonathan was gonna chance anything ruining him getting to Molly. No, he’d take what was tried and true, his mare.

“Let’s ride.”

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Marketing with Mandy Author Spotlight: Heather Thurmeier

Marketing with Mandy Author Spotlight: Heather Thurmeier

Q: Tell us a little about your experience with Silver Publishing.

A: I’ve been with Silver for few a books now and the experience has been awesome! Every person I’ve spoken to or asked questions of has been wonderful and very help. I hope to work with them many more times in the future—*hint, hint, Silver. [image error]

Q: What tips/tricks do you use for marketing or promoting your own titles?

A: I wish I had some good tips or tricks. The truth is I’m a fairly new author and I’m still trying to find my own way through this crazy process. So far, what works best for me is doing things like this. Interviews and guest posts on other blogs, which put me and my books in front of a new group of readers has the best results. And, I love connecting with new people! You meet so many interest people by blogging!

Q: What is one thing you’d want to tell a newer author, just coming into the game?

A: Get ready to hurry up and wait! LOL. Seriously, I feel like I’m always waiting for something. Either I’m waiting for that next great idea to hit me, or I’m waiting for the words to start flowing well. Then it becomes a wait for the contract/rejection, then the cover…the list of things to wait for just goes on and on! So I would tell a new writer, if you don’t have patience, you need to find some fast!

Q: Could you tell us a bit about your latest release?

A: My latest release (at the time of this interview) is LOVE ON LANDING. It’s the second in the Meadow Ridge Romance series, but each book can be read on its own. This one is about Tali and Gavin. Tali tries to recover from a recent break up by taking a trip to Paris for some retail therapy, but quickly learns that shopping isn’t the only cure for a broken heart. Sometimes a pilot is just what you need!

Hopefully, by the time this interview is posted, I’ll have newer releases to be excited about so perhaps checking my website is the best way to stay up to date on new books! You can find all my updates, blurbs and excerpts at http://heatherthurmeier.com

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current WIP’s?

A: I have a couple of things in the works right now. I’m always working on new ideas for my Meadow Ridge Romance series. And I’m also working on a light paranormal romance series as well. I’m very excited about my upcoming projects!

Q: How did you get into writing?

A: Writing was always something I did in some form. When I was younger, I wrote poetry. I tried my hand and children’s books and have a filing cabinet full of manuscripts just waiting to be worked with one day. I always knew I wanted to write a novel, but never knew what I wanted to write it about. So when I finally got hit with a story idea, I jumped right in. Once that first one was finished, I started the next and the next and didn’t look back. Now I can’t imagine not writing. It is a huge part of my daily life.

Q: How do balance family and writing?

A: I write mostly while the kids are at school so that when they come home, we can focus on doing homework together, reading, playing and doing all of those other wonderful mom-type things. On those days when they’re at school I do nothing but write new words on my wip, edits or revisions. I can write upwards of 5000 words on good days. On the weekends I don’t get much of anything accomplished. LOL! I save evenings and weekends for guest posts, blogging on my own blog, interviews, and any other promo activities that might come up.

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Snippet: Wicked Lucidity

 

Extended Snippet from Wicked Lucidity by Mandy M. Roth

 

I stared at the large Victorian home in front of me. What was I thinking? The place was huge. Too big for just one person and certainly too much work for me. Calling it a fixer-upper was a far cry from the truth. My need to start a new life and protect the lives of others had outweighed my better judgment. I was hardly a master craftsman and I’d just taken on the project of a lifetime.

Pulling a box out of the trunk of my car, I glanced around at the rest of the neighborhood. It was even better than Amber had described. My house was one of three on the cul-de-sac. The one to my left had caught my eye the moment I’d arrived. The white home with green shutters looked as though it had been meticulously tended. Of course it would be my luck to move next door to someone who was picky. I could already see the feuds over my unkempt lawn. Maybe, if I were lucky, the neighbors would get mad enough to clean my yard because they were sick of looking at it.

“Karri, get your butt up here. You have got to see this!” Amber, my best friend, shouted from the fourth-story window.

I headed in, carrying the box of cleaning supplies as far as the front porch before I ran up the stairs. Walking into the large, full attic, I found Amber digging through two large chests I had specifically told the “movers” to put in the far back corner of the basement.

Yeah, they listened well.

The movers, also known as “my men,” were currently out to lunch. They’d spent the morning setting up my home office. Since they worked for me in the fight against evil, it was in their best interests to get me up and running as soon as possible. Livelihoods and actual lives depended on me. They’d already banished me from the room because I was hovering too much. They told Amber that she could stay, but from the way they were all staring at her breasts, I was scared to leave her without a chaperone.

Amber dug through the contents of the chest, her long auburn hair falling in and over it. She looked like a curious nymph all tucked in on a secret she couldn’t wait to reveal. She held up an object with a long silver handle and a pickaxe-like top. Her blue eyes grew with fascination. “What is all this stuff?”

“Weapons. They’re all from my father’s collection. I finally took them out of storage.”

“Wow,” she whispered.

I went to her quickly, removing the war pick from her hand, convinced she’d put an eye out if she wasn’t careful. “Let’s leave it be. Our luck we’ll chop our fingers off or something.”

“Pfft, you’re like Karri Lee, fighting queen. Hey, did you see the thing in there that looks like brass knuckles but it has claws on it instead? That’s wicked cool.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, it is wicked all right.”

Amber had a flare for dramatics. Not that it came even close to meeting mine, but still. The coffee shop she owned was set up more like a psychic reader’s home base but the locals seemed to flock there for the coffee all the same. In truth, she was very sensitive to most people and places so it made sense that she’d naturally lean towards the Psychics R Us look. Had she not been battling sickness, her skills and gifts could have developed more and she would’ve made one hell of a psychic.

As far as I knew, or rather, as far as Amber let on, she’d been doing well for the greater part of a year now. I hoped that was true. The idea of losing my closest friend terrified me. The idea of losing her to a cancer-like illness that human doctors didn’t understand and continually mislabeled sickened me. Amber’s sickness came from not using her powers. It was that simple. Since she was unaware she even had powers it wasn’t an easy fix and telling her to use what she’d been burying since birth wasn’t as cut-and-dry as it sounded.

One had to come into one’s powers on one’s own. It was just the way things were. Trust me, if I could have fixed her by shouting “use your magik” I, of all people, would have. It would have saved me a lot of pain and several deals with the devil.

Amber laughed. “Have you looked in the mirror?”

“No. I don’t have one hung up yet, so unless I can find a really reflective puddle then I’m not getting to see myself anytime soon. Why?”

Amber shook her head. “You look like an erotic cowgirl housekeeper.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” She pulled her long hair back at the base and fastened it with the tie she kept on her wrist. “I can’t ever remember seeing you with a do-rag on your head. Don’t get me wrong, the whole big brown eyes, white-blonde hair hanging in loose strands from that rather sad bun thing is hot. But the red handkerchief, barely there, tiny top you’ve got tied over those borderline obscene breasts might be a bit too much. That looks like a bikini top gone horribly wrong.”

I snickered. So did Amber.

“Sort of like a cowgirl’s version of a day at the beach, Karri. Oh, I do love the dirt on your nose and cheek though. And the jean cut-offs thing you’ve got going is all the rage. The topper is the brown work boots. Nice.”

Glancing down, I bit my lip as I checked myself over. “I wasn’t aware I was being judged in the housecleaning portion of the pageant. If I say that I want to end world hunger for my question and answer time with the panel judges, will I still have a sporting chance of winning? I really want to be Ms. Bitch of the Universe.”

Amber shook her head and started down the wooden steps. “You are such a smartass.”

“Thanks. Can I get some points on that as well? Have they wised up and added that category yet?” I answered, following behind her. She went towards the front door and I went for the fridge. “Pick your poison,” I called out.

“Beer.”

“Beer it is. I should have known. You’re all cute and dainty looking, right up until I see you chugging on a cold one. Sorry I was a bad influence on you.” Grabbing two, I headed out and found Amber sitting on the front porch steps with her head down. Immediately, I worried that she was lying about being in remission. I’d seen her at her worst with it and had no desire to see her go through it again. If I could head it off, I would. “Hey, you feeling okay? We can take a break. In fact, we can call it quits for the day. I don’t win a turkey or turn into a pumpkin if I don’t finish unpacking by midnight. And since I have no prince, I’m in no hurry. Should I leave behind a work boot for any possibilities to find me later?”

Laughing, she shook her head. “I’m fine. Don’t start worrying for no reason.”

I sat down next to her and handed her a beer. “I earned my worry badge, honey. Take it or leave it.”

She nudged me and giggled. “I’m glad you finally moved out here. I hated knowing you were alone in New York.”

“I wasn’t alone, Amber. I had Chester.” I grinned from ear to ear as she moaned.

“Karri, a parakeet, which has since died, doesn’t count.”

Taking a sip of my beer, I winked as I aimlessly fiddled with the triple knot, silver charm necklace I wore all the time. “Now you’re discriminating against non-humans. What happened to you? We didn’t graduate that long ago.”

Amber snorted. “You know it’s bad when I start thinking seven years is a lifetime.”

To Amber, seven years was a long time. As sick as she’d been, it was a miracle that she was here at all. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a good squeeze. “This is a music moment if I ever felt one coming on.”

“Oh no, you aren’t going to get me dancing around in public again. My days for that are long gone.”

Ignoring her, I hopped to my feet and rushed to find my portable CD player. I’d last seen it in the dining room but that didn’t mean much in the middle of a move. With the endless heaps of boxes scattered about my house, it could be buried anywhere. “Tony, Tony, look around.” I smiled as I did my slight homage chant to the patron, Saint Anthony, who was supposed to help me find lost things. Or, at least that’s what I think he was good at helping with. My luck he was the one you asked for help when you wanted to lose something.

I let my power up just enough to find what I was looking for. The second I zeroed in on the CD player, I dropped the power.

As I picked the player up, I found a box marked dresses and costumes. Setting the CD player on it, I picked it up and took it out with me, happy that I’d propped the screen door open with a brick. Trying to carry it all would have been impossible otherwise.

I set it down next to Amber and wagged my brows. Opening the box, I couldn’t hide my excitement as I saw all the things I still had. I grabbed the long white wedding dress and its sister, a floor-length emerald green maid of honor dress. “Look what I found.” I held the dresses up. The green one had been tailor made for Amber with the idea she’d be my maid of honor. Yeah, that’s right. I was supposed to be the bride. I bit back a laugh. Too bad it didn’t work out that way.

Amber shook her head. “No way.”

“Hey, we might as well get our use out of them.” Tossing the green dress to Amber, I laughed as she caught it and pulled it over her head quickly.

I stepped into the sleeveless wedding dress and pulled it up my body. Its large, bell-like bottom flared out all around me. I zipped it as best I could and bent down to the CD player. “I thought one of these moments might come about so I made a CD for the occasion.”

Amber covered her eyes and peeked out from between her fingertips. “Please tell me that you didn’t do what I think you did.”

I pushed play and stood before her. One of the seventies disco songs that I’d played to death when we lived together came on and Amber squealed. “No, you still have this? You were too young to like it in college. I’ll dig a hole so you can bury it. Dump the wedding stuff in it too. I’m sure I can even find you a sparkling silver shovel to bury it with.”

Putting my hand out, I waited for her to take it. She refused it. I didn’t give up. I swayed my hips back and forth, reenacted every seventies dance I could think of and was on the verge of singing. Amber stared out from under her hands, laughing hysterically.

“Hey, are you suggesting I dance like a court jester?”

“Yeah, if court jesters should be in a thong on a pole, then you sure do. Only you could pull it off in that get-up.” She dropped her head down and snorted. “Heaven help the children of the neighborhood.

“Come on, Strawberry Field. Get out here.”

“Don’t go calling me that again, Karri.”

I kept dancing. Seeing Amber happy made me not care who thought what of me. Not that I’d ever cared much in that department anyway. “I’ll keep hitting repeat on the playing of the funky music if you don’t join me.”

Amber stood slowly and sighed. “Know that I do this only to spare your neighbors any further torture.”

“Mmmhmm.” I put my hand out to her and pulled her gently to me. We did a fake bump of hips. I concentrated hard on paying attention to my strength with her. It wouldn’t take much power on my part to inflict damage to her and that wasn’t something I’d allow to happen.

The second Amber began moving her head to the beat, I couldn’t help but smile wide. “I knew you still had it in you. And I would like to point out that even considering all of his flaws, he, note that I’m not naming names, did a wonderful job of selecting a dress that looks hot on you.” Every piece of me wanted to shout exactly who had had the dresses made. Somehow, the very whisper of Jean-Paul’s name could bring him and I wasn’t really up to seeing him. Not that he’d venture out in broad daylight, but still. I held my tongue.

“Gee, I’ll have to send him a thank you.”

I laughed. “Umm, please don’t.” We moved to the beat, just like old times. “Whoohoo, it’s still there. I was afraid you might have either lost your love for our private disco revival moments or did your best to forget them.”

The faint sound of a screen door opening filled the air. It made the idea of being in a real neighborhood all that much more exciting. There wasn’t, as yet, any demon shouting out how I was the Dark Angel sent to destroy them all. No. There was the sound of a screen door. As mundane as that may be to anyone else, to me, it was heaven.

The feeling of being watched came over me then passed quickly. I didn’t obsess about it. In fact, having an audience for my theatrics was always kind of fun. At the moment, Amber laughing and smiling was the most important thing to me.

“How could I ever forget those revivals?” she asked, spinning into my arms and then back out again. “You worked your magik over me and left me a closet fan of music that people run from. Sorry, but that includes the ‘80’s.”

“Hey, I say we start a petition to get leg warmers, ripped up sweatshirts and spandex back on the market. Think jumpsuits and front men of bands. Though, unless they’re a lycan or shifter of some sort, they aren’t allowed to have chest hair.”

“Oh, we’re making exceptions now?” Amber mused, as we danced in close to one another shaking our upper bodies and laughing. “Are you now dating blonds too?”

I gasped. “Bite your tongue. That’s blasphemy! Blonds—ugg. My hair is blonde enough. I don’t want to be staring at another head of it. Besides, doesn’t every little girl dream of growing up to find that tall, dark and deadly man of her fantasies?”

“You mean tall, dark and handsome.”

I shrugged. “That too, but really, what’s the fun of a pretty face? If the guy is that worried about what he looks like, he’d hate me. There have been days when I have to think about whether or not I brushed my teeth. It’s gross. I know. But I don’t care.” I shook my hips a bit to the music and laughed. “And if he can’t hold his own, that leaves me protecting two people. No thanks.”

Amber laughed. “Oh, right. I always forget about the demons that want your head on a stick.” She winked at me, clearly still not believing any of it. “Are any of them cute?”

“The sad thing is yes, most of them are cute. If it wasn’t for that pesky wanting-to-wipe-humans-off-the-face-of-the-earth thing they’ve got going, they’d be the perfect catches.” I winked. “When you’re ready, I’ll let some of my men shift for you. I will have to have a video recorder there, though, to see your face and catch your apology on film. I’ve earned it, sugar.”

She snorted. “I will never get used to hearing you say that. Your men? You sound like you own an escort service. But if those guys who helped you move,” she motioned toward the house, “are any indication of what the rest look like, then I won’t complain a bit if you are.”

“At times, it feels like I do run one. I go on more fake dates than anyone I know. And yes, the men who helped move me are like the rest.”

Amber changed positions and stood next to me. We did one of our famous at-the-bar, giving-into-not-caring, personalized line dances. I laughed so hard my sides hurt. The sweet sound of Amber giggling was music to my ears. Turning to face the opposite direction, I spotted a little girl with long, dark brown pigtails staring up at us with big green eyes. She looked so familiar to me, but I was positive I didn’t know her. I smiled.

“Hi Amber,” she said, showing off her missing front teeth.

Amber kept dancing. “Hilary,” she said, sounding very happy to see the child. “How was shopping?”

Hilary put her hand on her hip. “Next time I want you to take me. Daddy and Uncle Riston argued the whole time. They didn’t know what size I wear. Uncle Riston told daddy to look at my tag. Daddy said that the reason we were there was to get the next size up. It was too big.” She put her hands in the air and sighed, appearing so much older than her age. “Men.”

I snorted. “A girl after my own heart.”

Amber laughed. “Uncle Riston was right. I got you that dress last week so it’s the right size. Do you want me to take you this weekend?” Amber bumped my hip. “We can take Karri with us. She’s very, umm, interesting to take shopping. She once made me try on every dress in the store.”

“Every one of them?”

I nodded. “Yes, every one. Amber said that she’d never find a dress that looked good on her. I then made her find one that didn’t. I even got a group of people to sit and eat popcorn with me while we waited for her to show us every last one.”

Hilary giggled. “They must have been nice ladies to sit there that long.”

Amber gave me a droll look. “Yeah, they were real nice guys that had really nice scorecards that Karri made out of napkins.”

“You didn’t get below an eight on any of the outfits. Told ya you looked great in anything you put on.” I blew her a kiss and kept dancing. “You did get quite a few numbers after that if I remember right.”

Amber ignored me and focused on Hilary. “Would you like to join us?”

“Really?” Her eyes widened.

I moved quickly to the porch and pulled the fairy princess dress, that had been intended to be the flower girl’s dress at my “didn’t happen” wedding, out of the costume box. “Would you like to wear this one?”

“I get to wear a dress too?” she asked, in a sweet little singsong voice.

Nodding, I brought it out and eased it over her head. Her pigtails bounced wildly about before settling back into place. “There. You look beautiful.”

“I do?”

“Drop dead sexy,” I said. Amber nudged me hard. I cleared my throat. “Umm, you look very, very pretty.”

Hilary’s brows rose. “I can’t be drop dead sexy?”

I laughed. Amber nudged me again.

“I won’t get it dirty,” Hilary said, glancing nervously at the ground.

“Pfft, roll in the mud. It’s fine by me,” I said, touching the tip of her button nose.

Hilary gave me a cautious look. “Really? You won’t be mad and go away.”

I didn’t really understand where she was going with this but I shook my head all the same. “Nope. You can do whatever you want in it. Want me to spray paint peace signs on it? You could draw on mine too.”

“Are you sure I can get it dirty?”

“Yep.” I dropped down on the slightly damp grass before her and grinned. “You can have the dress, Hilary. I’ll even have it cleaned for you when you’re done playing if you want. I promise that I can get any stain out of it. So, let’s start by making ourselves unbeautiful brides.”

Her tiny brow furrowed. “Hmm?”

Pushing my hands through the grass, I felt the slightly moist dirt beneath it. I took a handful of it and rubbed it on my dress, leaving a big mud streak. Hilary gasped and took a tiny step back. I picked up some more dirt and took her hand in mine. The minute our hands touched, I felt a spark of her power leap up and recognize mine. She gasped.

“Oh,” she said, staring into my eyes. “You’re special.”

Amber choked on air as she touched my shoulder. “Aww, even children are starting to think you’re crazy. Normally, they’re your biggest fans.”

I winked at Hilary, knowing we shared a secret that Amber didn’t understand. “You’re special too.”

“She is not crazy,” Amber said defensively. I chanced a glance at her, wondering why it was okay for her to refer to me like so many others had over the years but me being truthful to Hilary was not acceptable.

Hurt, I pushed a smile onto my face. “Relax, Amber. I meant it in the special-person kind of way. Not the me kind of way.”

She exhaled deeply. “Oh, good.”

I stiffened and instantly felt another energy in the air around me. It was soothing yet probing me, getting a sense of my intentions. Unsure of where it was coming from, I stood eerily still until it passed. “Okay, that was odd. Anyone else feel like they just had little green men examining them from the inside out?”

Hilary raised her hand and giggled. “Me.”

“Stop encouraging her,” Amber said, glaring at me. “I don’t need her stuck in some fantasy land her entire life, too. It’s enough dealing with you.”

I forced another smile onto my face and nodded. “Well, good thing for you that I gave you a seven-year reprieve. And if I should become a bother, oh mighty sane one, please write it backwards so that when I’m searching for life on Mars in my review mirror, I can decode it.” I didn’t bother to hide the hurt I felt.

Amber dropped down fast, touching my shoulder and licking her lower lip. The worry on her face told me that she cared about hurting me. That meant something to me. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t think you’re crazy for real, Sweets. I just tend to… grr… I don’t know. I’m shutting up now.”

Hilary grabbed my face and pulled it close to hers. “My mommy told me once that crazy is sometimes beautiful, especially when it comes bearing sunshine.” She lifted a stray strand of my blonde hair and smiled. “See, sunshine. I think she was right.”

Tipping my head, I smiled. “Why do you think she was right?”

“Because I think you’re beautiful and if you’re crazy too, then she was right.”

The feeling of being watched suddenly took on a new feel. Not a bad thing—just so much as more intense. I would have looked behind me but my gut told me Hilary would sense my unease. I held back.

“Why thank you, Ms. Hilary.” I winked at her again. “I think you’re beautiful too. In fact, you remind me a lot of someone I was very close to once. In my eyes, she was an angel.”

“I remind you of an angel?” she asked, her mouth opening wide.

“Yes, you do.” I stood slowly and put my hand out to her. “Want to dance with us?”

Amber touched my arm lightly. “Karri, I didn’t mean all that the way it came out. I just… umm… gawd, I didn’t mean it. I should think before I speak. It’s not like I haven’t had to explain to others that you’re sane and here I go hitting below the belt.”

Leaning over towards her, I wagged my brows. “I prefer eccentric but I think the state may agree with you.” I kissed her cheek quickly. “I could use the down time. Do you think if I begged extra that they’d sedate me? Numb me from myself? I could go for that.”

“Don’t even talk like that, Karri.”

“Amber doesn’t like it when I talk about some things,” Hilary said, softly. “I guess she doesn’t like it when you talk about some stuff too.”

“Really? What doesn’t she like you to talk about?” I put my finger on my lips and pretended to be thinking extra hard. “Let me guess. Amber doesn’t like it when you talk about the temper redheads have?”

Hilary giggled. “No, she doesn’t like it when my daddy talks about that.”

Really? That was interesting. I glanced at Amber.

She shot me a panicked look. “Karri, don’t add fuel to the fire. We’re having enough issues.”

I gave her a puzzled look. “We?”

Hilary yanked on my skirt. “I heard you say lycans and vampires before. Do you believe in them?”

“Of course Karri doesn’t, honey. She’s silly like that sometimes. She pretend plays a lot.”

I cleared my throat. “And she’s standing right here.” I smiled at Amber before looking down at Hilary. “Please know that Amber’s going to pinch me for this, but do you believe in them?”

“Karri!” True to my guess, Amber pinched my arm.

Hilary smiled wide and nodded. “I do. I told Amber that there are nice ones, too. She doesn’t believe in them and said so. ”

“Oh, there are. I know. And just between you and me, most of them are very handsome.”

She giggled and nodded her head madly. “Have you ever kissed one?”

“Hilary!”

I looked at Amber with wide eyes and tipped to the side. She arched a brow. “Why are you leaning like that, Karri?”

“Well, when your head explodes, I don’t want to wear it. Brain tissue wouldn’t go well with my dress.” Had I not actually had the displeasure of wearing brain matter several times in my line of work, I’d have only meant it as a joke. It did tend to stain. I didn’t point that out though.

“Ha, ha. Now tell Hilary you’re joking and be very clear that you have never kissed one.”

“Nope.” Glancing down at Hilary, I nodded. “I have kissed a few in my time. The first one was my daddy.” I pointed at her cheek. “I kissed him right there every night before I went to bed.”

Her eyes lit. “I kiss my daddy there too. And I kiss my uncle there too.”

“Please don’t call your uncle a werewolf again.”

Hilary and I sighed and spoke at the same time. “Lycan.”

Amber stared at us and took a step back, covering her eyes and laughing so hard I thought she’d fall over. “Of course. I should have known the two of you would get along perfectly.”

“Mrs. Karri, can you change into a wolf?”

Amber laughed even harder, snorting as she went.

Ignoring her, I shook my head. “No, Hilary. I can’t. My dad didn’t pass that on to me. I don’t think many little girls get that from their daddies. I think it’s more of a boy thing. But,” I put my hand up, “I did get the same color eyes as him.”

“Me too.”

“And, Hilary. Just call me Karri. No Mrs. anything. I’m not married nor do I like being reminded that I’m technically a grown up. I’m only an adult when I’m working. Any other time I’m anything I want to be. Now, I feel like being a bride covered in mud, who spent the morning cleaning and who wants to dance instead of unpacking one more box. Sound good?”

She nodded and moved in quick, shaking her hips to the music. It was so cute that Amber and I stopped what we were doing and followed her lead for a minute. She giggled and laid it on even thicker. We mimicked her. “You two are silly.”

“No, sweetie,” Amber said. “I’m silly. Karri’s crazy in the best way possible. She’s crazy beautiful.”

Hilary glanced at me. “Neat.”

Amber huffed. “You get a cult following wherever you go.”

Putting my arms out, I looked up to the sky and laughed. “It’s good to be me. Oh, come my adoring fans. Gather around me. I want cabana boys with loincloths on.”

“Watch what you say,” Amber said, shaking her head, spilling various curls of red from her hair tie.

“What? Is it so wrong to want minions? I’ll happily take them if they come about six-five, with dark hair and blue eyes. I’ll even accept green eyes. I’m a very giving person. Ooo, and they have got to have a bigger butt than me.”

Hilary giggled.

Amber snorted. “That shouldn’t be hard since you’re built like a supermodel.”

“Right,” I laughed hard, “I looked like a bean pole until I was sixteen. I woke up one day with a suddenly filled out body. It scared the heck out of me.”

“You mean you got hellos,” Hilary said, shaking her upper body.

“Hellos?” I asked, not following.

She pointed at my chest and giggled. “You know, chunga-chungas.”

I thought Amber might actually pass out. “Hilary, who taught you that?”

“Well, Thatch and Seaton always point at women with them and call ‘em chunga-chungas. Uncle Riston goes to yell at them, sees the lady and says ‘hello.’”

“Does he now?” I did my best to fill the awkward silence while Amber began to hyperventilate. “Does your daddy have a name for them?”

She nodded. “I asked him what they were really called and he said ‘something that he hopes I never get”.

I bent down and put my arms out. “Oh, honey. They’re called breasts and someday, a long time from now, you will get them.”

Her eyes widened. “Will it hurt?”

“No.”

She wiped her forehead. “Whew. Those look like they’d hurt. Amber’s especially look like they’d hurt coming in.”

I did my best not to laugh. “Oh, yeah, hers just finally stopped growing.”

Amber pinched me again.

“Could you pick a new spot? I’m going to have a bruise there.”

Hilary touched my cheek. “My friend Mindy has a big sister who told us that we’ll start to bleed once a month and won’t ever stop soon. Is that true? I asked daddy and he got sick to his stomach. I tried to ask my uncle but he put his hand up and told me that he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Amber?” I asked, suddenly needing a little back-up. The very idea of discussing menstruation with a child that I barely knew who came just below my hip level didn’t appeal to me. Come to think of it, the idea of discussing it with a child of any age made my stomach turn. I was not a ‘get to know your body functions’ professor by far.

“Oh, no. You got yourself into it. You get yourself out of it.”

I panicked and did the only thing I could think of doing—I tried to distract her. I snapped my fingers and the CD player stopped playing the CD I’d made and started playing the first song that popped into my head, Like a Virgin.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you…”Amber stopped yelling at me and covered Hilary’s ears. “Go advance this. You should have warned me that you had this sort of stuff on there.”

I shrugged. “I panicked. This was the first song that came to my head.”

“Oh, like I’m supposed to believe you just made it come on out of thin air.” She shook her head. “Get rid of it. Now!”

I grinned. “Party pooper.”

She growled.

“You suck the fun out of everything.” I jogged over to the CD player and thought about something that would be Hilary appropriate. I drew a blank. “Any suggestions?” I turned down Madonna and waited. Getting no help from Amber, I closed my eyes and relied on instinct. When Wishin’ and Hopin’ began to play, I sighed and turned it up.

Hilary’s face lit. “My mommy used to sing this.” She began to sing along and stopped. “You two need to sing too.” A defiant little look passed over her face and the song instantly started over. I knew Hilary had used her own power to cause that to happen. Amber didn’t. Her brows arched.

“Uhh, CD must be scratched.”

“I am not singing anything,” Amber said, shaking her head.

Feeling bad for Hilary, I rolled my eyes and gave in. The moment I began to sing her little face lit up. I wrapped my arms around myself and spun in a circle, making the bottom of the wedding dress fan out. Hilary did the same thing as me as she began to sing too. I put my hands out and she came to me instantly.

I spun her in a circle fast, still singing as her little legs went out in the air. I wrapped her in my magik, assuring myself that she couldn’t get hurt and felt another magik, the strange one I’d felt before move to encircle her as well. It bumped into mine and backed away quickly.

Setting Hilary down, I kept singing as she giggled and walked lopsided. I playfully danced my way to Amber who had her hands in the air while she shook her head no. Ignoring her, I took her hand and pulled her towards me. I rocked our bodies and reached back fast, grabbing Hilary and pulling her to me before she fell from being dizzy. She laughed harder.

I followed suit and backed up a bit, bumping into something solid when I knew that nothing was there. My entire body began to burn in the best way possible and for a split second I was convinced a large hand touched my cheek. Knowing my imagination was off the charts when it came to overactive, I didn’t dwell on the sensation. Instead, I finished the song and spun Hilary again. This time I crumbled onto the ground next to her and laughed as the song ended. I nodded my head in the direction of the CD player, assuring myself that only songs that were appropriate would play.

“I think you’re wonderful!” Hilary beamed as she stared over at me. “You’re not crazy. You’re perfect.”

“Can I get that in writing?” I asked, laughing softly.

“Sure but you might have to help me spell wonderful.”

Amber and I both laughed. I bumped my elbow against Hilary’s and winked. “I think we’re off to a great start here. What do you think?”

“I think you should marry my uncle. He’s very nice and very tall and very handsome and very staring at your.—”

“Hilary!”

My eyes widened and I thought I might have to smack Amber’s back to get her to quit coughing and choking on her own laughs. “Excuse me, but I think we already went over the ‘I’m not getting—’”

“I heard you just fine,” Hilary said, smiling wide. “That’s how I know you can marry him, ‘cause you aren’t married now. You’re free for the pickin’. He would like you. I know it.” She glanced behind me and winked.

I couldn’t help but follow her gaze. Nothing was there. “You wouldn’t happen to have an imaginary friend standing behind me, would you?”

“Nope. He’s real.” She smiled so wide that I thought I might be able to see right through her dimples and out the other side of her head. “I think he likes your hellos and I think he likes your butt, too.”

“Hilary!” Amber said, laughing under her breath and ultimately losing any credibility in the correction department she might have had.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should try to play matchmaker for your uncle or for your—” I glanced behind me again and could have sworn I sensed something there, just briefly, “imaginary friend.”

“No,” Amber said, still snickering. “She really should. The guy could use a good woman. Now, I wouldn’t wish you on him in a million years and there is no way you’d go for his personality. His looks, yeah. His personality, no.”

“Gee, now I feel compelled to ask why.”

Hilary gave me a toothless grin. “See, I knew you’d want to know more about him. All the ladies who come around do but he doesn’t let me tell them. He’ll let me tell you though.” She wiggled her hips and nodded her head. “Yep. I can tell you all about him. Did I tell you he was tall already? I think I did. He’s like Daddy. He has big muscles. I think he can pick up my house but I can’t get him to try it. Maybe you can.”

“Hmm,” I mused. “I’ll have to see about that. An entire house is awfully big. How about we ask him to pick up a car instead? That would be fun to watch.”

“Want me to have him take his shirt off? Ladies seem to like it when he does it. They all make funny noises. Well, all except Amber,” she said, with nothing short of a serious look on her face. Her need to see me happy was suddenly opening a whole new world of hunkiness to me. I seriously considered taking her up on her offer, but held back.

That wasn’t wrong, was it?

My gaze went to Amber who was actually holding her lips together to keep from laughing. “Can I ask where you got the idea to try to marry your uncle off?”

“I dunno.” Hilary gave an awe shucks look. “I saw you dancing with Amber and it just popped into my head. I think you’re his match.”

“His match?” This, I had to hear more of. “What? We look alike?”

“No, silly. You know—a match. Someone you were made for. Umm … err, mate. That’s what it’s called.”

As Amber giggled, I narrowed my gaze on Hilary and thought hard about what she was saying. It was almost too much to believe that a little girl could come up with that on her own.

“You should really think about marrying him. He’s really nice and he used to be very fun to play with.”

Used to be? I held my question in.

“Amber, get the mini-you and do something with it. It’s scaring me.”

“Oh, that little girl is almost a carbon copy of you personality-wise, sweets.”

“Stop calling me that. I hate it.”

“I know. But it’s so cute. I give you a piece of candy and you sleep for a day. Your mom must have loved that. Anyone else ends up with a hyper kid. She got a tired one.” She waved at me and I thought about zapping her in the butt with power. I held back. “You’re lucky that I luv ya like a sister. I have a billion other things I could call you in place of sweets.”

“Great, since you know me so well, explain to Hilary that I don’t date nice men much.”

“Why don’t you date nice men?” Hilary asked.

I winced. “Can we change the topic?”

“Want to tell me if I’ll start bleeding and never stop?” she asked.

I gulped. “I do date nice men, sometimes. I just lose interest in them rather quickly.”

“I see, you chose the easy way out,” Amber said, putting her hand on her hip and winking at me. “Coward.”

“Yeah, please remember that before I arrived she thought ‘the girls’ were called ‘hellos’ and ‘chunga-chungas”.

“You can call them the girls, too?” Hilary beamed.

Groaning, I rolled over in the grass and began to bang my forehead against the ground lightly. “Example-A as to why I do not and am never going to have children. I’ve scarred her for life and she’s not even mine.”

“Uh-huh.”

Taking a deep breath in, I prepared to hear the answer to a question I couldn’t help but ask. “Okay, uh-huh what?”

“Uh-huh, you will have kids because I want a cousin. No. I want lots of cousins and I’m planning on marrying you off to my uncle so I get some.”

I ignored the last comment. “Ohmygods, was I this persistent when I was her age?” When I thought hard about it and got a yes, I wanted to bang my head even harder. “Crap, now I feel like I need to write out apology letters to anyone who had to deal with me.”

Hilary giggled and got her feet. I followed suit, noticing the feeling of being watched again. I wasn’t sure it had ever really gone away.

“Look what I can do,” Hilary said. She instantly did a summersault, popped up fast and immediately examined the dress she had on carefully, even going as far as smoothing the little yellow dress she wore beneath it.

“Very good. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” I went and stood next to Amber.

The smile that spread over Hilary’s face was adorable.

“Hilary, sweets can do that too,” Amber offered, giving me a smug look.

“Really?” She looked me up and down. “My mommy could do them too before she died.”

Died? I glanced at Amber. She nodded and my heart broke for Hilary. “Did she teach you?”

“Yep, want to see?” She didn’t wait for my answer. Instead she took off running and did a round off back handspring. She went high into the air after her ending, telling me she’d built up a good deal of speed. Amber and I clapped wildly for her as she finished.

“Did I do good?” she asked, running up to me.

“You rocked.”

“I did?” she asked, with a shocked expression on her face. “Rocking is good, right?”

“You betcha.” Bending down to her level, I grinned. “I think you did so good that you might be able to add one more back handspring to that. You still had a lot of momentum when you finished.”

“Momentum?”

“You went real fast and real high.” It was moments like this that made it clear why I had no children of my own. Speaking to them seemed to be a flip of coin, one moment I got it right, the next I was fucked, or rather, they were staring at me with confused looks on their faces. Yep, they were foreign little beings to me. That much was for sure.

“Oh. Okay, show me how,” Hilary said, glancing behind me at something and smiling wide. She winked, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or the nothingness behind me.

Biting my lip, I glanced at Amber. “Do I get to play too or am I going to embarrass you more? I have a pink straightjacket around here somewhere. You could make me wear it and tie me out on a dog lead if it will make you feel better.”

Amber snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Like you have ever cared if you embarrassed me or not. I can’t believe you still have the straightjacket. I’m ashamed to admit it but I like it—even though it was pink.”

As I adjusted the wedding dress, I gasped. Looking down, I saw how loose the portion over my breasts was. “Hello, I think the girls are shrinking.”

“Huh?”

Leaning to the side, I wiggled the front of the dress, showing her exactly how loose it was. She covered her mouth as a squeal came out. I growled. “Show a little support here, it’s clear I need it.” I cupped my breasts and realized Hilary was staring at me with wide eyes. “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up, kiddo. Suddenly, things matter that shouldn’t.”

She nodded. “Like ‘the girls.’ I know. Being a woman is hard work. Men have no idea.”

I was too shocked to laugh. Amber did it for me.

Something tugged on the back of the wedding dress lightly. As I heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper, the front portion of the dress tightened, conforming to my breasts perfectly. I glanced at Amber who had a rather wide, pleased expression on her face.

“Thanks, I didn’t think of that. See! I need you for the details, Amber. I’m always leaving those out. I have horrible visions of tripping on the girls when I’m eighty. Couple that with my newfound fear of deflating and I’m going to need that jacket really soon.” I took a deep breath and cupped my chunga-chungas once more. “You’d tell me if my butt took a trip south, wouldn’t you? That’s it. First thing I’m doing after I’m done unpacking the kitchen is going running with a tight sports bra on of course.”

“Umm, Sweets…err… I didn’t zip…”

Tipping my head, I wrinkled my nose. “It’s okay to tell me that without you I’d either forget my own head or walk into yet another doorway. I swear that I only shut off mentally when I’m not working.” As I stared at her it hit me what we were doing. “You do realize that we’re traipsing around in designer wedding apparel.”

She nodded nervously and turned slightly red. “Maybe we should take them off. People might see us.”

“Pfft, you lived with me for how many years? Did you miss the days I went to the market for us? Remember when I wore that black bikini with the sheer mesh dress over it because that lovely lady there told me I couldn’t come in that one time because I had on shorts and a bathing suit top?”

Amber burst out in laugher. “I liked the day she tried to tell you that you couldn’t wear the mesh thing either. You made me check to be sure that no one was looking and untied the bikini top. The second that thing fell to the floor, old Mr. Parthron dropped his milk and clutched his chest. You felt bad for weeks because he ended up having to be rushed to the hospital.”

I covered my eyes and chuckled. “I did visit him every day but I don’t think he knew.”

“How could he not know?”

I glanced down at my chest. “He wasn’t looking at my face. He was staring at my hellos.”

Amber’s jaw dropped. “He was like ninety!”

 

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Marketing with Mandy Author Spotlight: Renee Wildes

Marketing with Mandy Author Spotlight: Renee Wildes

Q: Tell us a little about your experience with Samhain Publishing.

A: They’re a well-known, fast-growing company with a good reputation for putting out quality work, both ebooks and print. Their cover artists are second to none and their editors are perfectionists. Nothing goes out until it’s ready.

It’s totally a team effort. I get a say in every step in the process, from the blurbs and excerpts to the cover. I’ve never worked so hard, but it’s a dialogue between you and your editor, a true give-and-take relationship. If you and your editor have a disagreement about a specific part of the book, she’ll always listen to your rationale and consider your opinion. I’ve won some of those battles and lost others, but we’re both clear on why one way would work over the other. When you’re asked for changes they’re broad enough to give you room for your own scope and voice, so it fits the book. It always amazes me how hard it is to spot those insertions in the finished product—it always looks so seamless!

They’re always willing to listen, they always get back to you promptly when you have a question, and statements and royalty payments are accurate and timely.

They have various promotional tools:

Yahoo group chats
Blogs on their website
A newsletter
Samhain merchandise they send you for your book signings & public appearances
Programs like putting the first book of a series up for free on Amazon for two weeks to gain new readers who hopefully then but the rest of your books. (I did that and had over 20,000 downloads of Duality in that two-week period.)

 

Q: What tips/tricks do you use for marketing or promoting your own titles?

A: I’ve done Yahoo group chats & guest blogging, done the occasional group ad in magazines. I’m a firm believer in social networking and word of mouth. It’s not just “buy my book.” I work hard to come across as a person, with a life and interests beyond writing. I scrapbook, I’m a figure skating mom, I have an ADHD son entering HS, I have horses and a Chow, I’m a coffee addict and I love to read. I blog about both life and books as well as writing. I also dabble in gaming—I play Dragons of Atlantis on Google+ and join in alliance chats on Facebook. Funny how when people get to know you first, then find out you’re a writer, they have to check out your books. But it’s a personal connection first. I’m not some high-falutin’ writer in an ivory tower, I’m a multi-tasking mom who occasionally oversleeps, forgets where she put her keys and work ID badge, has been known to wear mismatched socks (and drop her kids off at school still wearing her jammies under her winter coat) and freaks when the car won’t start.

 

Q: What is one thing you’d want to tell a newer author, just coming into the game?

A: Just keep being yourself, and be accessible. When you do a guest blog or chat, be yourself. Talk about the real you, what your hobbies are, what weird thing happened to you today. Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads are all handy online communities. Keep a blog. Guest wherever you can. Join the Yahoo group chats. Be accessible, and be real. When readers can make a personal connection to YOU, they’re much more likely to read your books, especially in those early days when no one knows you.

Q: Could you tell us a bit about your latest release?

A: RIEVER’S HEART is a high fantasy romance, Book Five in my Guardians of Light series. The elven heroine Verdeen used to be Queen Dara’s lady’s maid (back in Duality) but quit to enter the military—the first female to do so in eons. When she graduates, she was hoping to be selected by a war mare and start elite ranger training. Didn’t happen. Turns out King Loren selects her to his Right Hand, the highest honor they have in the kingdom. Her first assignment is to help a human riever prince, Aryk, unite his warring clans into a single nation. She’s bodyguard, counselor—and spy. Falling in love was not part of the assignment, and she’s torn between what Loren wants and what Aryk wants. How can she possibly do both? Eventually, everyone has to choose sides.

 

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current WIP?

A: GOD OF FYRE MOUNTAIN is hopefully going to be Book Six in the Guardians of Light series. The hero Dax was first introduced in Dust of Dreams, Book Four. He’s that heroine Pryseis’ nephew, half forest troll and half dream faerie. When he ends a relationship with a dark elven sorceress, Lady Alani, she banishes him to the ends of the world. Literally. He’s flung from a portal within a temple on a tropical island. Turns out the temple is to their fyre god, Afu, who bears a striking resemblance to a troll. A case of mistaken identity ensues. The people give him a village princess as a bride—in return he’s supposed to keep the volcano from erupting. A local war, head-shrinking witch doctors, magical ravens and an erupting volcano all make Dax’s life very interesting—not to mention the heroine, Maili.

Q: How did you get into writing?

A: I’ve been a writer my whole life—I was penciling horse stories when I was six. I was the only grade-schooler with a maximum word count! I read fantasy books first, Mercedes Lackey and Terry Brooks, and got into romances later. I started writing contemporary love stories (Harlequin-esque), but my muse was having none of it. I read fantasy, that’s where my heart lies, so it only made sense to write fantasy romances. In 2004 I kept having an image of a red-haired woman kneeling in a burning room, and I asked my critique partners what to do about it. That red-haired woman was Dara, and that single image turned into Duality. It finaled in a few RWA contests, then I pitched to editor Angela James at the 2006 NJ RWA conference, and she invited me to send it to Samhain.

When I was submitting my inquiry email to Samhain, my cat stepped on my keyboard, and SENT half an unsigned query letter with no attachments. I almost died—and killed the cat. (Luckily I didn’t do either.) So I re-sent the real one, along with an apology to please (pretty-pretty please with sugar on top) disregard the first submission. My editor Linda Ingmanson got back to me within two weeks with a contract offer, and we’ve been working together (with a few other cat-astrophes here and there) ever since.

Q: How do balance family and writing?

A: That’s always been a tough one for me. I have two kids and a full-time job. I tend to do my emails/networking in the mornings, after I take kids to school and before I have to go to work. I mostly write at night when I get home. I do a lot of writing on the weekends, on holidays, etc. I’m not a prolific writer—a book a year’s about all I can manage. Now with my daughter’s ice show coming up and all the meetings for my son entering HS (he wants to go to a special charter school called Wausau EGL Academy—Engineering & Global Leadership) my days are even crazier than normal.

It’s important to give yourself some slack. Do only what you can—allow yourself to pick and choose. My kids do their own laundry and my husband does cooking & dishes/housework so I can write more. (Honestly, he’s pickier than I am—it bugs him WAY before it starts bugging me!)

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Brian Haughton, Interview by Michelle Pillow

Brian Haughton, Interview

By Michelle Pillow, www.michellepillow.com

European Archaeologist, Brian Haughton spends his time between playing guitar in a band, The Electric Rays, and exploring his passion for ancient history. An author and researcher, he’s written about prehistoric megalithic sites, ancient sacred places and supernatural folklore. A self-defined critical thinker, he approaches the supernatural as a skeptic, looking for facts within the folklore and myths.

I had a chance to read his latest popular archaeology title, History’s Mysteries: People, Places and Oddities Lost in the Sands of Time. This book explores the latest archaeological evidence to some of the oldest mysteries of the ancient world, addressing everything from what happened to the Neanderthals to controversial ancient artefacts like the Iron Pillar of Delhi, mysterious places like the Newport Tower of Rhode Island to the questions surrounding some of history’s most infamous people.

I recommend this book for anyone interested in various aspects of ancient history. Each chapter examines a different mystery from around the world, exploring it fully by outlining the known facts, including the latest in archeological findings, while giving the reader plenty to think on as they draw their own conclusions.

I would like to thank the author, Brian Haughton, for joining me.

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Q: Brian, how did you get into archaeology, and more specially studying ancient history, the supernatural and the mysteries of our past?

Brian:I long ago fell for the lure of the ancient world and tales of the supernatural, initially inspired by visiting the Neolithic chambered tombs of the Cotswold Hills in England, the Minoan site of Knossos on the island of Crete and by reading the ghost stories of Sheridan Le Fanu and M.R. James.

Q: What inspired you to write your newest book, History’s Mysteries?

Brian:The constant new archaeological discoveries being made throughout the world on an almost daily basis. For example a new stone circle near Stonehenge, and the remains of previously unknown hedges which once surrounded Stonehenge keeping the ceremonies that took place inside the monument secret from those outside.

Q: Can you tell us a little bit about the book?

Brian:History’s Mysteries is an investigation into 35 archaeological mysteries from across the globe, organized by geographical region. As with my previous book Hidden History, this work separates its collection of enthralling ancient riddles into three sections: Mysterious Places, Unexplained Artefacts, and Enigmatic People. The choice of subjects was made to include a wide range of cultures and a mixture of both the well known and the relatively obscure. Consequently you will read about India’s celebrated Taj Mahal and the biblical Temple of Solomon, as well as the little known Royston Cave, in the UK, the infamous Rennes-le-Château, in France, and the forgotten site of Great Zimbabwe, in South Africa. In the book I have tried to present a summary of the current level of knowledge for a small selection of archaeological mysteries, I leave it to my readers to pursue in more detail these riddles left to us by our ancient ancestors.

Q: What do you feel are some of the book’s most fascinating historical highlights?

Brian:The chapter on Boudica – a queen of the Iceni tribe of Eastern Britain in the 1st century AD. She is regarded as one of Britain’s greatest heroines for her brave rebellion against the tyranny of Roman rule. Despite her brutal excesses in battle, Boudica is still a heroic figure, one who was after all fighting to defend her entire culture. If her revolt had been successful the Romans may have been driven out of Britain forever, and the culture, language and subsequent history of Britain, Europe and even perhaps the world, may have been very different.

Q: Did Cleopatra really kill her sister?

Brian:The BBC seem to think so, there was a BBC documentary, sensationally (and unnecessarily) entitled Cleopatra: Portrait of a Killer. But they are probably right that Cleopatra asked her lover Anthony that her sister Arsinoë, still living in protection at the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus (modern Turkey), be executed to prevent any future attempts on her throne. However, the situation was complicated. Years earlier, around 49 BC, Cleopatra’s brother Ptolemy XIII allied himself with his and Cleopatra’s sister Arsinoë in an attempt to depose Cleopatra. After Ptolemy was captured Arsinoë escaped and joined the Egyptian army under Achillas, who gave her the title of pharaoh in opposition to her sister Cleopatra. She was later captured by Caesar’s army and transported to Rome. So Arsinoë was a constant threat to Cleopatra, who probably would have had her killed had the roles been reversed.

Q: What can the Uluburun shipwreck tell us about contacts between ancient cultures?

Brian:The Uluburun Wreck was discovered off the southern coast of Turkey in the 1980s, and is the oldest known shipwreck in the world. Dating back around 3,300 years, the ship carried a cargo of incredible richness and diversity which included Egyptian scarabs, copper ingots from Cyprus, Mycenaean pottery from Greece, Canaanite jars, lamps, and bowls, ebony logs from Egypt, an Italian sword, elephant tusks, gold, silver, faience, and amber from Northern Europe. There have been suggestions that this wealthy cargo was a gift or offering from Egypt’s Queen Nefertiti, wife of the Egyptian Pharaoh Akhenaton, or that it was a Phoenician trading ship or even, because of the amount of raw material found aboard, some kind of itinerant smithy or tinker. What this ship with its vast array of goods originating in so many different ancient cultures tells us is that more than 3,300 years ago these cultures were mixing commercially and probably socially also. May represent royal gifts or tribute, perhaps involving Egyptian pharaohs.

Q: How recently did the Neanderthals die out?

Brian:Between roughly 45,000 and 30,000 years ago Neanderthals shared Europe and parts of western and central Asia with anatomically modern humans. The question of why a large-brained intelligent hominid, in many respects so similar to us, who had dominated Europe for so long vanished completely may never be resolved satisfactorily. It is more than likely that there is not a single cause for the Neanderthal’s extinction – they did not disappear overnight in one huge group. Neanderthals covered a vast area of Europe and western Asia and there were probably localized factors affecting their disappearance in different regions at various times between 45,000 and 25,000 years ago. Perhaps the question should not be why Neanderthals became extinct, but why did they disappear and we survive?

Q: What are Venus figurines and when were they made?

Brian:Venus Figurines are a class of distinctive portable artifacts dating back to the Upper Paleolithic Period (roughly between 40,000 and 10,000 years ago). The most notable and common type of Venus Figurines are small three-dimensional sculptures of usually voluptuous women, ranging in height from 1.2 inches to more than 15 inches and carved from a wide range of materials including serpentine, schist, limestone, hematite, lignite, calcite, steatite, fired clay, ivory, bone and antler. The fact that Venus Figurines are found over such a wide geographical area indicates that there was a shared understanding amongst the Palaeolithic hunter gatherer tribes of Europe and western Asia of a particular aspect of womanhood or a certain type of woman.

Q: Where was Lyonesse and what happened to it?

Brian: Story of drowned land of Lyonesse, often referred to as the ‘English Atlantis’, is told in medieval Arthurian tales and may also be connected to older Celtic legends of cataclysmic floods. The country of Lyonesse is said to have had many towns, woods and fields, and 140 churches, but all this was all lost underneath the waves in one catastrophic inundation. According to local tradition only one person escaped the flood, the hero Trevilian, who rode a white horse to the safety of high ground. Lyonesse is most commonly located between the English county of Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly, 28 miles to the south west of the United Kingdom. Celtic legends of overflowing wells seem to be the source of much of the material contained in British, Irish and French stories of Lyonesse and other drowned lands. It is such ancient tales, combined with glimpses of submerged parts of the former coast at low tides off Land’s End, the Isles of Scilly, and the Bay of Douarnenez, that probably constitute the origins of the tale of Lyonesse.

Q: Looking at your backlist titles, I’ve noticed you’ve written a lot about ancient history and supernatural folklore. Tell us a little bit about your other works.

Brian:My first book Hidden History, is really History’s Mysteries Part 1. The 49 short chapters of the book are fact-based, accounts of mysterious places, curious and unexplainable artifacts and unusual historical people from across the world.

My book Lore of the Ghost is an exploration of the numerous categories of ghosts and hauntings throughout the world. It discusses the possible motives for each type of haunting—from phantom white ladies and spectral black dogs to haunted highways and ghostly vehicles—what they represent, why they occur, and their possible functions. Unlike the vast majority of books on the subject, Lore of the Ghost is not a gazetteer of ghost sightings or a ghost hunter’s manual, but an investigation into human belief in the supernatural and its effect on the nature of ghosts worldwide. The book attempts to delve deeply into the roots of supernatural folklore and urban legends, the very same tales that are often the foundation of modern sightings of ghosts.

Q: In Haunted Spaces, Sacred Places: A Field Guide to Stone Circles, Crop Circles, Ancient Tombs, and Supernatural Landscapes, you talk about ghosts and unexplained phenomena. What do you find to be some of the more fascinating stories in the book?

Brian:The vast Neolithic tomb / temple of Newgrange, north of Dublin. This was one of the greatest architectural achievements of prehistory, and one of the earliest roofed buildings in the world. Newgrange was probably built around 3200 BC, and consists of a passage running for 62 feet and a 20 foot high chamber with a corbelled roof, constructed of large stone slabs without mortar. The passage and chamber are covered by a huge stone and turf mound about 262 feet in diameter and around 44 feet high, surrounded at its base by 97 large stones known as kerbstones, some of which are elaborately ornamented with megalithic art.

The entrance to the Newgrange passage tomb consists of a doorway composed of two standing stones and a horizontal lintel. Above the doorway is an aperture known as the ‘roof box’ or ‘light box’. Every year, shortly after 9 am, on the morning of the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year, the sun begins its ascent across the Boyne Valley over a hill known locally as Red Mountain, the name possibly originating from the color of the sunrise on this day. The newly-risen sun then sends a shaft of sunlight directly through the Newgrange light box, which penetrates down the passageway as a narrow beam of light illuminating the central chamber at the back of the tomb. After just 17 minutes the ray of light narrows and the chamber is once more left in darkness. This spectacular event was not rediscovered until 1967 by professor Michael J. O’Kelly, though it had been known about in local folklore before that time, in fact the monument was known locally as Uaimh na Gréine (the ‘Cave of the Sun’). The Newgrange light box reveals in spectacular fashion the knowledge of surveying and basic astronomy possessed by the Neolithic inhabitants of the area. It also illustrates that for the people who aligned their monument with the winter solstice, the sun must have formed an important part of their religious beliefs.

Stonehenge, Wiltshire, begun around 2900 BC, has always fascinated me, particularly the folklore surrounding it. There is a tantalizing glimpse of what may be a memory of the transportation of the bluestones to the site over a great distance to Salisbury Plain in the most famous legend connected with Stonehenge. The story is found in Geoffrey of Monmouth’s History of the Kings of Britain (c. 1136), and describes how Aurelius Ambrosius, King of the Britons, desired to have a monument constructed to commemorate the massacre of 460 British nobles by the troops of Hengist the Saxon. On the advice of prophet and magician Merlin, the King sent his brother Uther Pendragon (the father of King Arthur), with an army of fifteen thousand men to bring back a stone structure called the ‘Giants’ Dance’ from a mountain called Killare (possibly Kildare) in Ireland. Merlin describes the Giants’ Dance as a “structure of stones there, which none of this age could raise, without a profound knowledge of the mechanical arts”. Uther Pendragon’s army was unable to budge the huge stones and so turned to Merlin, who using “his own engines” dismantled the stones which were then transported to Britain by ship. Whether or not this tale is a distorted memory of the actual journey of the bluestones from somewhere in ‘the west’ is much debated, though the mention of ‘engines’ is certainly intriguing. Nevertheless, it would be an inordinately long time for even a fragment of the event to have survived orally.

Q: Why are strange phenomena often connected with these ancient places? Do sacred sites somehow generate or attract the paranormal?

Brian:There is no evidence for this, but mysterious ancient places, especially those of unknown origin, attract and generate strange tales / urban legends / folklore, mainly because no-one is sure exactly why they were built and what went on there.

Q: What can the legends and folklore of ancient places reveal to us about the beliefs and ideas of our ancestors?

Brian:Because we are talking about an age of over 2,000 years, sometimes a lot more, for prehistoric sites, the legends and folklore of ancient places tell us more about how these places have been seen and interpreted by people over the last few hundred years (which is when most of the folklore dates back to) rather than anything about the beliefs of the actual builders of the monuments.

Q: What is the truth behind the mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor in China, home of the Terracotta Warriors?

Brian:The monumental tomb of China’s First Emperor, Qin Shi Huang is located 22 miles east of Xian, the capital of the Shensi province of modern China. The tomb itself, which according to traditional Chinese geomancy represented the eye of a huge dragon in the landscape, is underneath a huge vegetation covered earthen mound, 154 feet high, and measuring 1690 feet from north to south and 1590 feet from east to west. The mound has eroded considerably in its 2000 year history; it is believed that it once soared up to a height of 330 feet. though they estimate there are as many as 7,000 magnificently crafted warriors, 130 chariots with horses, and 110 cavalry horses, buried to guard China’s First Emperor more than 2,000 years ago.

The Terracotta Army are a vast army of soldiers discovered three quarters of a mile from Qin Shi Huang’s tomb in three huge subterranean pits supported by wooden frameworks, and are spread over an area measuring 135,630 square feet. Each pit is separated by a number of partitioning walls, which divide the army up into columns. The soldiers are all arranged in battle formation, with crouching crossbowmen, archers, infantry, chariots and cavalry all in their appropriate positions. Perhaps a tradition of the terracotta crossbowmen may have lingered on to become the legend that the Emperor’s tomb was guarded against intruders by automatic cross bows? Every soldier in the Emperor’s army is unique, with its individual face, hairstyle, height, uniform and weapons, all in accordance with his rank. Archaeologists have excavated over 1000 of these soldiers, though they estimate there are as many as 7,000 magnificently crafted warriors, 130 chariots with horses, and 110 cavalry horses, buried to guard China’s First Emperor more than 2,000 years ago.

Q: Why are there modern encounters with ghosts, UFOs, spooklights, Bigfoot and phantom dogs at many sacred places?

Brian:My research for the book Haunted Spaces, Sacred Places showed that supernatural stories are often connected with liminal places (old roads, ponds, ancient monuments) which were often seen as dangerous places, boundary areas between the living and the dead. Reports of paranormal phenomena at such places are an extension of such folk beliefs.

Q: Why do you think readers, and society in general, are fascinated by the paranormal?

Brian:People love a mystery, and want desperately to believe in something. As Mulder says in the X-Files “I want to believe”.

Q: Do you believe in the supernatural? Or are you a skeptic?

Brian:I believe most supernatural tales are folklore or urban legend, I’m a critical thinker.

Q: What period throughout history do you wish you could visit? Anyone in particular you’d like to meet and interview?

Brian:I would have like to have visited Stonehenge when it was being constructed (c2800 BC). I would love to have met Cleopatra.



Q: What are you currently working on?

Brian:I’m researching a book on the conspiracy theories surrounding the Manson Family. Scary people.

Thanks for joining us, Brian!

Brian’s latest book, History’s Mysteries: People, Places and Oddities Lost in the Sands of Time, released March 2010 and is available at Amazon.com. You can learn more about Brian and his books at his website, www.Brian-Haughton.com. Interview by Michelle Pillow, www.michellepillow.com

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Yes I Can! Kicking it off!

Any of you that follow me on Facebook or Twitter know that I need to make some life style changes. The weight is creeping back on and its now a health issues for me. I was warned that my sugar at a level the doctors have concern. I need to take some more weight off. I’ve enlisted the help of my readers for support. I will be accountable to you all.

Things I’m doing:

Yesterday I downloaded the My Fitness Pal App for my smartphone. It was recommended to me by my nurse practitioner. I inputted my weight, my goal weight, my height and age and it gave me a daily calorie amount to go off of. I then inputted in anything I was eating or drinking yesterday. I was just shy of my calorie “limit”. Yay me.

I found a Weight Watchers magazine I have that has recipes in it. This morning for breakfast I made myself their Cheese and Tomato Omelet. Its 147 Cals per serving and there are two servings in each. I have my computer set to remind me to eat something small every three hours and I’m on the hunt for great tasting healthy friendly recipes.

I’ll be sure to keep you all posted on my progress because dammit I WILL have progress.

 

 

 

 

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Snippet: The King’s Choice

King Jakov of Braluse sat at his throne and waited as his head advisor, Andrija, led the females into the great hall one by one. The act of selecting a queen wasn’t one he relished. His harem would continue to see to his needs, as they always had. He had no use for a woman to sit by his side and rule the Kingdom of Braluse with him. He’d done so on his own for centuries. However, the prophecy called for the choosing of a queen by the night of the sixth red moon of his reign. Disobeying and angering the gods was not something Jakov wanted to do. Red moons occurred once every one hundred years and if he didn’t select a queen by the rise of this one, he would never have an heir.

That was not acceptable.

His people, the Avistaurus’ of Braluse—part human, part shifter, were immortal. The entire planet of Hafoca was inhabited with various forms of bird-like shifters. All the tribes were able to shift into a bird of prey. In addition to shifting into a bird of prey, they could also shift into some other animal. That, of course, was dependent upon the tribe. The Avistaurus’ shifter forms were that of an eagle and a bull. His child would share in these traits if it was male, as all males did.

The females on Hafoca were only immortal once they began to take a male’s semen internally on a regular basis. It was not a kind way of life, but necessary to the survival of their breed and tribe.

Each virgin made her way past Jakov. Their faces were veiled with only their eyes showing, giving them an air of mystery. Gold chains adorned their near-naked bodies. Each was beautiful, toned, free from signs of aging but none made his cock stir and his chest burn. It was too much to hope that the woman he was forced to select would actually appeal to his carnal sexual nature. No. He would be lucky to find one he even wanted to bother sinking his cock into long enough to impregnate her with his child. Thankfully, he would be able to roll off the wench and allow his harem to see to giving him adequate relief.

Andrija cast him a wary look and motioned for the virgin nearest him to leave the room. The girls’ eyes were wide with fear as they hurried from the room. He wasn’t sure why he was so feared. He thought himself a fair ruler. Merciful. Strong. Fearless. The people seemed to have a different opinion of him.

“King Jakov, many women have passed by you on this day, yet you have seen none,” Andrija said.

Rolling his eyes, Jakov shrugged. “I have seen them all, Andrija.”

“Then why have you not selected one?”

Jakov rose slowly. “None have called to me, brother. None have made me cease to think about all but them. We live long lives and I do not wish to be tethered to a woman I am indifferent too. If at all possible, I would rather not have to tolerate my wife.”

Andrija arched a dark brow. “Do my ears deceive me or could it be that the great, powerful King Jakov wishes to be in love with his wife?”

Not wanting to subject himself to his brother’s obvious amusement, Jakov laughed off the idea. “Brother, I merely wish to be able to sink my cock into the woman that will lie next to me for eternity and it remain hard long enough to give my seed to her.”

“I see.” The look on Andrija’s face told him that his attempt at justifying the innate need to be drawn to the one he must choose was not going over with him.

It wasn’t as though Jakov wanted to have these feelings. No. He wanted to be like so many other kings before him. He wanted to pick a wife that was prime stock to assure his sons would be both handsome and healthy.

“Would sampling the women help?” Andrija asked, his dark brown gaze locked firmly on Jakov.

The thought of bedding several virgins in one sitting did sound interesting. Shifting his robe slightly, Jakov felt the stirrings of arousal deep within. He wasn’t worked up enough for his cock to harden but it at least seemed to be interested in the prospect of taking the virginity of many. That was one of his favorite things to do. “Perhaps. Send the next one in. I shall have her wait here for the others then I shall allow her the pleasure of servicing me.”

“Very well, my king.”

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Snippet: Force of Attraction

Bradi walked up from the training fields with one thing on his mind—checking on his wife. He’d spent more time lurking in the shadows over the last several weeks than not. He knew he was being a coward, and the fact that Nina had come right out and called him one to his face didn’t help either.

Come to think of it, every member of his family, including his holographic sister, had come right out and called him a coward.

Somehow, the thought of facing Marisa and telling her that they’d not only had sex but that she now carried his child, was his wife, his mate, his life, scared him to death. Being in love was the hardest thing he’d ever done. If she left, he’d never survive without her.

Bradi heard the sweet sound of her voice and followed the sound of it. He saw his sister Lorelei first, with her hands on her hips complaining about never letting Sevan impregnate her again and then he saw Marisa. Her long brown hair blew softly in the breeze and the white gown she wore made her look like an angel.

Laughing, she made a quick move toward Christian. Christian dodged her playful strike and swept her up in his arms. Bradi’s heart stopped when the two didn’t immediately break apart. The beast within him tried to rise as he watched Christian’s lips come down on Marisa’s. As quick as the kiss started, it ended, but the beast in Bradi didn’t care how chaste it was. That was his wife, damnit.

He ran headfast at Christian with the primal urge to tear his heart out. How dare he touch his mate? How dare he attempt to lay claim to that which had already been marked?

“Bradi, no!” Lorelei screamed.

He didn’t stop. Slamming into Christian, he toppled them both over. They rolled and Bradi let his claws spring forth from his fingers. He brought the tips up and pressed them to Christian’s throat. “Mine,” he growled out, the beast riding him too high to form much else.

Christian smiled smugly up at him. “Then it is high time you proved it.”

It hit Bradi then that he’d been baited. Christian had sensed him coming and kissed Marisa to get a rise out of him. It had worked. A little too well.

“What the hell are you doing?” Marisa asked, running up behind him. She pushed him hard, and he had the decency to pretend it hurt. “Get off him and suck those claws back in or whatever it is you do with them before somebody gets hurt. What were you thinking?”

“That you are mine,” Bradi said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, it’s about to get ugly around here. Come on, Christian. We better get out of here.” Lorelei reached down to help him up.

Bradi looked up to find Marisa glaring at him. Her green eyes were livid and he couldn’t recall a time when he wanted her more. She smacked him hard on the back of the head, and he bit back a laugh. “I belong to no one!”

“Not true. You are mine.”

She thumped him upside the head again. “I’m sorry, but the last one must have knocked what little sense you had right out of your thick skull. I belong to no one, Lieutenant Commander Janelle.”

“Actually,” he said, rising to his feet. “I would much rather prefer it if you call me by my newest title.”

“What? Jackass?”

“No. Husband.” He grinned and wagged his brows. “But you’re the only one who gets to call me that, wife.”

Marisa’s mouth dropped open and Bradi refused to back down. He’d spent weeks being afraid of this moment and he knew that it was now or never. “And while we are at it, wife, I think you should start thinking about what you want to name our child.”

Seconds ticked by, feeling more like hours. He expected Marisa to throw a fit. When she burst out laughing, he wasn’t sure what to do. “Oh, you had me for a minute there, Janelle. The husband thing was good, but the baby thing pushed it too far. Nice try, buddy. A baby requires sex. Of which, I’ve had none.”

She laughed harder and Bradi wasn’t sure what to do, so he gave into his animal instincts. Grabbing her up in his arms, he ignored her protests and headed toward his quarters.

 

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