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January 4, 2012
Wicked Reads… in print
January 3, 2012
The Departed…
This book happened because people asked me questions. I've blogged about that somewhere or other… I think Smexy Books is one of the places. You can read about it tomorrow. ( I think…?)
But in short, this book happened because people kept asking about Taylor.
He was a guy who wasn't ever going to have a story. Because I didn't like him. I met him in THE MISSING and that should have been the end of him until Jillian's story. Yes, I do plan on telling one for her.
He's a jerk. To be blunt…I just saw him as an asshole. A cold, unfeeling asshole.
But other people wanted to know why he was the way he was. And after you get asked why so many times, well…at least for me, it made me wonder.
And once I started to wonder?
Well…there's a story. If you want to know it, though, you'll have to read it…and it's out today.
A LIFELONG OBSESSION
FBI Special Agent Taylor Jones has made it his mission to save those in harm's way by any means necessary—including employing psychic agents like Desiree "Dez" Lincoln, who can communicate with the disembodied spirits of the dead. Taylor is haunted by his own ghost, his kid sister, gone missing at age six. For a quarter of a century he has been tortured by her loss and the mystery of her disappearance.
A NIGHT'S INDISCRETION
When Dez is seriously wounded, Taylor can no longer hide his feelings for her. Getting involved could spell disaster for both of them—not to mention those who rely on them for help—but once Dez lays her hands on him, he can't resist the fierce attraction. But after giving in to his desires, Taylor pulls back, and Dez strikes out on her own.
AN INESCAPABLE PASSION
Responding to the call of another anguished spirit, Dez is led to Taylor's old hometown. As the two are forced to come together to save a girl in peril, Dez may be able to help Taylor finally find the answers he's been looking for…
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January 2, 2012
The Departed…Giveaway…Day 6
Next Round! (FYI, the winner must check back to claim the prize-if you think you might forget, try setting up a google alert. It's easy, I promise…) Also, because I've been emailed/asked… all entries made be made via the comments section of the blog. Not thru email/Goodreads, etc.
From THE DEPARTED…
"Several million people live inVirginia,"Taylorpointed out.
"True." Blake leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees. "But several million people don't have a rep for being psychic, do they?"
Shit. Taylor met Blake's gaze. "You realize if you go around handing out stories like that, you'll get laughed off the police department, right? And, Blake? If you can't hold a job with the French Lick Police Department, you aren't going to find another police department willing to hire you, I don't think."
"Is that a threat?" Blake stared at him, his gaze flat. And rather unimpressed,Taylorthought.
"Just a comment—pointing out the obvious." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
Blake snorted. "Do I look stupid to you? I don't plan on spouting any sort of shit. Like you . . . I'm just pointing out what's obvious to me. Smoke follows fire and all that. Your girl? She's smoke. Which means, she's following fire."
"Fire?"Taylorstared at Blake.
"Yeah. Meaning Mark." He stood up and glanced down the hall. "He used to be a good kid. Maybe he still is, I don't know. But if she's hanging out here around him, well, my gut tells me there's trouble."
Taylorfollowed Blake's gaze and saw Dez as she cut down the hall—not toward him, but a different way.
"So. Is there trouble?"
Taylor sighed. "With Dez, there's almost always trouble."
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I got the Monica Burns book at Lori Fosters… one of the swag giveaways I meant to do and never did. So now it could be yours. Also? Allison Brennan and Teresa Mederios. Two authors I adore. I bought those and they can be yours.
To enter, just tell me a couple of authors you'd share with the world. I just listed two, but I'll list a few more… Nora Roberts, SL Vieh in all her incarnations, Ilona Andrews, Stacia Kane and… I must add Thea Harrison. She's quickly climbing up on my list.
All names entered will go into the pot. One winner will be drawn at the end of the contest and posted here. Make sure you read my disclaimer-the winner is responsible for checking back to see if they've won- (hint…you can always set up a google seach for your name/whatever handle you see use. Good way to keep track of contests).
Entering means you agree to the rules and that you've read the disclaimer.
More prizes will be randomly added with each giveaway post. (Or that's the plan…) Entries must be made at my blog, not via facebook, twitter, GR, etc)
December 31, 2011
Young Survivors…
So in the giveaway where I was going to donate money… it was pretty close, 21 for Young Survivors, 14 for Kiva and 15 for World Vision.
But the Young Survivors had it. So I just donated $50. :) Thanks guys!
From their site…
Also… did $25 to Kiva… helped fund a loan for a lady who runs a small business in Sierra Leone, and $25 to World. Vision. Thanks, guys… 
Saturday Snippets
Endings…Have a Happy & Safe New Year…
She caught his hand. "Anna's gone."
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December 30, 2011
The Friday 56
…Hunter's Rise
Hey, I'm editing it… it's handy.
But the second Toronto pushed through the door, the
game was up.
They were the only non- mortals in there and although
Toronto could mask his presence pretty damn well, Bobby
was a werewolf— weak, but still were.
At a table off in the corner, Bobby sat rigidly, eyes on the
floor.
Gazes skittered toward Toronto and then away. Unlike
Bobby, they didn't know what he was. They just recognized
trouble.
About the Friday 56
Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
December 29, 2011
The Departed…Giveaway…Day 5
Just so ya know, today will be a little different.
Next Round! (FYI, the winner must check back to claim the prize-if you think you might forget, try setting up a google alert. It's easy, I promise…)
So far, this is the prize stash. It's all for one winner…
From The Departed
They were there. Some of the departed . . . not all of them rested, not all of them called for help. Some of them just lingered, their cold, dry touch like a skeletal hand on the nape of her neck. She could feel their presence and now that she'd allowed herself to think about them, to focus, her mind reached out and tried to lock on one of those whispers. Tried to grasp something real . . . a voice, something, somebody she could help.
But their voices, they were so indistinct, like listening to dry leaves skittering down a street. There were no words, hardly any feeling left to connect to those disconnected souls.
She jumped as Taylor curled his hand over her nape, his fingers digging lightly into her skin. "Stop it," he murmured, leaning in and speaking almost directly into her skin.
"Stop what?" she asked sourly. She would have glared at him, but the firm hold he had on her skin kept her from doing that, and she was reluctant to break that contact. Just like always, his touch made everything else fade away.
"You know what. You're not shielding. I can see it. Shield up or you'll be a mess before I even get you to her room." His voice lowered when she tensed and tried to pull away.
"You don't get to boss me around anymore, Jones."
She tried once more to pull away, but this time he herded her into a narrow dip in the wall. A quick glance showed that it led to the chapel. She glared up at him. To her surprise, he was glaring back, his pale blue eyes glittering at her, and his normally emotionless face was anything but. "I'm not trying to boss you around, damn it. You're walking around looking like you've got death dancing on your shoulders and you're not doing shit to stop it. Should I just ignore it?"
"What does it matter to you?" She shouldn't be looking at him. She told herself that, told herself to look away, to look anywhere but at him. She couldn't, though. She couldn't look away from his eyes. Swallowing, she rested her head against the wall and repeated, "What does it matter to you?"
A heavy breath rushed out of him, his shoulders rising and falling. His blue eyes, so fiery hot and so unlike the cool, icy professionalism she was used to seeing, bored into hers. "Just shield up, damn it." Then he shoved off the wall and stalked away.
Immediately, Dez sagged a few inches and covered her face with her hands. Damn it. What in the hell . . . Damn it. Her knees were shaking. Her belly felt all tight and hot and jittery, and damned if she knew why.
You damn well do know—
No. She wasn't thinking about that—
She took a deep breath and lowered her hands. Then she looked up and gasped when she realized Taylor had returned, silently. One hand came, curled over the back of her neck. "This is why it matters, damn it." He hauled her against him and as his mouth crushed against hers, her brain clicked off, shut down . . .
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Now. About today's giveaway. I'm going to give away $1 for every comment up to $50…to a charity. You all choose from the three below and whichever has the highest picks, I'll donate.
World Vision (Christian charity, I generally do one of their 'animal' gifts which provides something like ducks or chickens to a family~provides eggs for food, money, etc)
Kiva (micro-loans…a cool concept, too hard to break down simply. You can check out their site, though)
Young Survival Coalition (Young survivors of breast cancer)
All of these charities have a 4 star rating at Charity Navigator, and I think that's the highest they rank. So they are all solid charities who use their donations wisely.
Okay… so that's it. Today's giveaway is a gift. Just tell me who you want to see getting it.
December 28, 2011
The Departed… Giveaway… part 4
Next Round! (FYI, the winner must check back to claim the prize-if you think you might forget, try setting up a google alert. It's easy, I promise…)
From The Departed…
I quit—
Taylorjerked his head back as she said that. Then he shook his head. She couldn't. He knew Dez, knew how she needed . . . fuck. Yes, he knew how she needed what she did. It wasn't a job for her—it was a need.
"You can't quit," he said quietly. "You and I both know how much you need your work—we know what it does to you when you don't work."
Dez's mouth twisted in a bitter, ugly smile. "Obviously we don't or you wouldn't be pushing me out for three months because you can't deal."
Alarm screamed in his head as she reached down, pulled out her ID, her weapon. Fuck—
"Desiree, be reasonable."
Lashes swooped low over her eyes and she murmured, "That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm not taking three months—double the time the doctor said I needed—and hell, I can talk to ghosts just fine without hurting my neck. I don't even need six weeks. I'll go insane if I spend three months away from what I need to do. Since you won't let me do it here, I'll do it on my own."
She slammed her shield, her ID, her weapon on his desk.
He caught her wrist. "Don't do this, damn it." She couldn't leave . . . even as he thought maybe it was for the best—for him. Yeah, it might be better for him, but it would be hell for her. She needed this. Shit. What had he done? She couldn't leave.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't." Her eyes, dark and soft, bore into his, challenging.
Something hovered on the tip of his tongue. But instead of exploring that, he gritted out, "Because you'll regret walking away from your job."
Dez shook her head. "I didn't walk. You shut me out." Her eyes lingered on his face, and then she reached up, touched his cheek.
His heart slammed against his ribs and he had to fight the urge not to nuzzle that hand, not to grab her, beg her not to leave. Fuck—not seeing her? Then, even that paled.
Away from here, how would she get what she needed? How would she get enough? The voices, her ghosts, they'd drive her mad.
As she turned away from him and started to the door, he came out from behind the desk. "You can't walk away from this team, Dez. I won't allow it," he said, forcing his voice to be flat and cold—no emotion, damn it, because letting something other than his head speak was what had caused this. No emotion—nothing but logic. Nothing.
Dez paused at the door and looked back at him. She lifted a brow at him. "You won't allow it," she murmured, cocking her head. Then she sighed and opened the door. "Sugar, you just don't seem to get the picture here. You don't have a choice."
Their eyes met, held, steely blue on darkest brown. She was the one to look away first.
"Good-bye."
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Today, I'm throwing in a signed copy of:
This was the previous book, although these books work very well on their own. If you've read this one? Regift it! I beg you! :-)
To enter, tell me a character you hated…but came to…well, not love, but like. Because Taylor wasn't a character I liked. But he grew on me.
The contest runs through the first week of January, when The Departed releases…
All names entered will go into the pot. One winner will be drawn at the end of the contest and posted here. Make sure you read my disclaimer-the winner is responsible for checking back to see if they've won- (hint…you can always set up a google seach for your name/whatever handle you see use. Good way to keep track of contests).
Entering means you agree to the rules & that you've read the disclaimer.
More prizes will be randomly added with each giveaway post. (Or that's the plan…). Entries must be made at my blog, not via facebook, twitter, GR, etc)
