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Thank you

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Thanks to all the Vets out there.

picture is mine.  Taken in DC.

CORRECTION… Frankfort, Ky signing is next week

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FYI, I’m idiot and I apologize.

HUGE apology, guys. I blogged that the Kentucky Book Fair is this week and it’s not. It’s next week, 11/16. I’m so sorry and I really hope nobody is on the road to head out there. Please forgive me. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve traveled so much, my deadlines or if I’ve become that much of an airhead. Regardless, it’s my fault and I really am sorry. Info is at http://kybookfair.blogspot.com/ and again, it’s next week.

The info for the bookfair is:

32nd Annual KY Book Fair, Saturday, November 16th, 2013

Now, please excuse while I go look for my brain, and again, I’m really sorry. This is a rare instance where I hope absolutely nobody was planning to come see me.

But come see me next week, even if all you want to do is fuss at me.

Broken Blade Excerpt

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Posted over at my J.C. site…

For those of who you review (you have to actively reviewing to get the ARC), Broken Blade is up on Net Galley.

That was fun

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This week is a week of crazy.

So my family went with me to Birmingham.  They were doing family things and I was attending the Southern Magic Reader Luncheon. It was wonderful… if you have a chance to go, go.  Jeaniene Frost gave a wonderful keynote speech, her narrator for her audio books (although she disappointed me with chapter 32-she wouldn’t READ IT!!!!), Tavia Gilbert did some phenomenal readings, and Christy Reece had a welcome speech that was…well, you had to be there, but it was out of this world.

This week I have to go to Muncie-it’s a school thing, and I’m already tired.

On Saturday, I’m going to be in Frankfort with the Kentucky Book Fair.  Then, thank goodness, I’m done for the year.  I did more traveling this year than normal and it was fun, but I’m wiped out.

Kentucky Book Fair

11/16/2013

Frankfurt, Ky

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Apparently I belong in New Jersey

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That’s what this quiz tells me anyway.

 

I found the quiz via PBW who found it on The Presurfer. And it looks like it originated on Time.com.

So where do you belong? Follow the link to Time or click on the map to find out.

Another FBI Psychic Novella

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This is one that will be out from Samhain in ebook in the spring.  This will pair up with The Unwanted and go into print sometime, probably in late 2014, I think.

 

The blurb…

 

Publication Date: March 11, 2014

Warning: This book contains a not-so-naive virgin, a pissed-off former cop, lots of frustration, if you know what I mean, and more trouble than either of them know what to do with.

FBI Psychics

Jay is in Hell, Georgia, to find out why her sorta boyfriend cut off all contact. But no touching. Her psychic abilities make physical contact…complicated. She’s not in Hell twenty minutes before bad vibes have her skin crawling.

Corruption has tainted Linc’s town, and now it’s stolen something very dear to him. The last thing he has time for is salving Jay’s tender broken heart. But Jay isn’t going anywhere. And Linc discovers the woman who’s afraid to touch him could actually be his best chance. At salvation, at hope, at life. Maybe even love…

 

More new covers…

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None of these are new releases, but if you haven’t read them before now is a great time to get them.  They’ve been reissued with awesome new covers, and for this week only, Samhain has the prices 30% off.

Someone wants a secret to stay buried—even if it means murder.

Since waking up in a hospital at age eighteen, accused of driving the car that killed his best friend, Jazz McNeil has lived with a guilty heart. Now, more than a decade later, he has returned to his hometown to raise his daughter and to uncover the truth about what happened that fateful summer. And gaze into the eyes of the girl whose life he shattered.

Though Anne-Marie Kincaid was told that Jazz was responsible for her brother’s death all those years ago, she has never quite believed it. The facts don’t quite fit; they never did. All she knows is, she still feels loved and safe when she’s with Jazz, and that he misses her brother just as much as she.

This isn’t a new release. but it was one my earliest attempts at small town romantic suspense.

“Go home to Daddy, Annie. Go talk to him.”

In the fading light, he saw the delicate color wash out of her cheeks and the hurt bloom in those green eyes. And then she blinked, and as easily as that, a mask fell. She shrugged, carelessly. “Your loss, Jasper,” she told him, turning on her heel and heading for her car. The denim drew tight across her hips as she dug into the hip pocket for her keys. Before she could reach for the handle, hard hands closed over her elbows, twirled her, pinned her against a heavy male body. Against her back, she felt the cool, smooth glass of the window and the metal of the door against her legs. She raised her head, looked into those deep brown eyes that had haunted her dreams for years on end.

“I don’t wanna talk to you,” he whispered as he lowered his head to hers.

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He’s given one chance at redemption—hers and his.



Hired killer, Vixen Markham doesn’t have any illusions about life or love. Unable to trust even the one man she lets into her heart, she makes a decision that she’ll regret for the rest of her life—which won’t be much longer by the looks of things. Loaded with vengeance and a small arsenal of weapons, she’s ready to face up to her past and say goodbye to her future, until she’s confronted by a pair of eyes she could never forget.

Graeme Mackenzie Lawson lived a hard life. Hard on himself and harder on those who got in his way. Betrayed and murdered, he’s given one chance at redemption—but not for himself—for the woman he loved, the woman who killed him.

Can he keep Vixen safe, when she seems determined to lose her life—and her soul?

This book has been previously published but has been re-released with new packaging. 

This is one of my weirder ones.  Just be warned.  But I loved it.

“I slept with him, let him tell me he loved me, let him fuck me and feed me and care for me. I even cared for him. Maybe I even loved him.”

The shock of that, actually hearing her say it, had him jerking his head up. And as though that was what she’d been waiting for, she smiled at him. An ugly, angry smile that froze him through, one that warned him. Still, he didn’t move away and when she slipped her hand further down and caught his balls, squeezing until the pain was a brilliant, sickening wave inside him, he continued to stand there.

“And then I killed him.”

She let go and this time, when she went to move around him, he didn’t stop her. Sweat beaded on his brow and he sagged against the wall, wondering if he’d puke.

But already the pain was fading—fading until in a matter of seconds, it was gone. The pain in his heart remained though and it threatened to do what no physical pain could do. It almost sent him to his knees as she turned and stared at him.

“That poor old man.” She continued to speak quietly, so quietly nobody more than two feet away could hear her. “He wants to know who killed the boy he loved like a son. And it was me. I’m a vicious, vindictive, cold-hearted bitch, Mac. I’ll bite any hand that comes too close.” Her gaze dropped lower. “And anything else.”

Despite the threat in her eyes, he reacted with need, felt it swamp him completely and utterly, so completely that his body had already forgotten the pain she’d purposely inflicted on him.

“Bite me all you want,” he offered. “Just let me bite back.”

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Surrounded by death, a man with a terrible gift reaches for life.

A horrific tragedy blasted open a door in young Michael O’Rourke’s mind—cursing him with the ability to talk with the Dead. Nearly two decades later, Michael has moved from victim to survivor, using his abilities to seek out those who would go unjudged.

With his gift, he talks to those who’ve died violently and seeks out their killers. Only once he’s found the murderer, can the victims be at rest. After his last case, the only thing he wants is peace and he hopes to find it in the small town of Mitchell, Indiana.

But something is horribly wrong—the dead are waiting for him there, as well.

Small town sheriff Daisy Crandall is frustrated. The murder investigation she’s leading is going nowhere, the few leads she’s had haven’t panned out. She needs a break—this case is personal and when a stranger arrives, turning up where he shouldn’t be, she’s suspicious. Finding out that he is more than what he appears to b, should shock her but doesn’t. The fact she’s highly attracted to him at the worst possible time is a hindrance.

Unfortunately, teaming up with Michael is the only way.

Now it’s a race against time before the killer destroys the life of his next victim…

this is the book that basically gave birth to the FBI psychics series.

“You’ve been doing this too long.”

His eyes flew up to meet hers and an unwitting smile curled his lips. He watched as she moved forward and knelt down in front of him. “This hurts you,” she whispered, staring up at him. “I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t need you to help me.”

Michael reached out and traced his fingers along the curve of her cheek. “This is what I do, ma’am,” he drawled. “Nothing to apologize about.” Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he finally gave into the urge that had been driving him nuts ever since he’d seen her. Threading his hand through her hair, he drew her a little closer, slowly, giving her the chance to pull away.

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Make a difference…with just a comment

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It’s not really a secret that my FBI Psychics series touches on some serious topics–date rape & child abuse are just a couple of the topics that I touch on.  With The Reunited, I started learning about human trafficking-slavery-something that we often don’t think about in this day and age.  It was a disturbing thing to read about and working that into the story and still telling the story I had to tell? Not easy.

Human trafficking is a very real problem in our world, even in the US.  Yeah. Even here, where slavery was supposedly eradicated back in the 1800s.

It hurts the heart to think of it, but all over the world, people…children…are sold, for a few bucks.

Blogger and friend Limecello is doing her yearly Social Media Social Good drive this year, raising funds and awareness right now and this year, she’s focusing on human trafficking.  Here’s a chance to help, and all you have to do is comment.  You can read some of the stats, make a comment, and people are pledging money for every comment.  If you want to take the extra step and donate funds, that’s awesome.

It’s a grim topic.  It’s a hard one.  But it’s one we need to look at, because we can’t fix it without knowing about it.

Some of the stats Lime has on her site

According to a 2009 Washington Times article, the Taliban buys children as young as seven years old to act as suicide bombers. The price for child suicide bombers is between $7,000-$14,000
Human trafficking occurs in all fifty states in the U.S. (You can check your state “grade” which might be alarming.) The FBI estimates that over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from nine to 19, with the average being age 11. Many victims are not just runaways or abandoned, but are from “good” families who are coerced by clever traffickers.
After drug dealing, trafficking of humans is tied with arms dealing as the second-largest criminal industry in the world.
In the European Union alone, about 880,000 people are in forced labour, according to ILO estimates. That’s 1.8 in every 1,000 persons.
Human trafficking is a $9.8 billion domestic industry, with at least 100,000 children being used as prostitutes in America each year.
Two children are sold every minute

Here’s the link to Lime’s site.  Make a comment.  Help raise money to prevent trafficking and help the survivors.  And thank you.

Any teachers… :) Helping out the soldiers

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From my contact Kelley.  If there are any teachers looking for an interesting holiday project, here ya go.  This list is from my SOS support contact and these guys could use the pick me up during the holidays.  FYI, if you are not a teacher, I suspect they’d still welcome the cards. Not familiar with my SOS posts?  These are just posts for people looking to send cards or letters to the soldiers serving.  If you have Qs, leave them in the comments and I’ll have Kelley drop by, but you need to make sure you come back by to see her response.

for the teachers on my list….if you can get the students to maybe do holiday pictures….make sure you put your teacher email on the cards, letters or pictures…the soldiers love to get stuff from the kids…I hear that ALL time time.

Lcpl DJ Whitlatch

BLT 1/4 DET 2 Charlie CO

Unit 16053

FPO,AP 96427-6053

PFC Brandon Pryor

2/2 CR Eagle Troop

1st PLT Frontenac

APO,AE 09380

PFC Quinton Goynes

B/FA/2CR

FOB Walton BP3

APO,AE 09367

PFC Alexander Medina Jr

4/2 Ghost Troop 1st PLT

FOB Lindsey

APO,AE 09355

Barry Goldstein

B-CO 2-30 INF

FOB Fenty

APO,AE 09310

Amon Johnson (thru march)

PSC 303 Box 49

SUSLAK 214

APO,AP 96204

Joseph Poltzer(thru march)

PSC 303 Box 49

SUSLAK 290

APO,AP 96204

Stephen Glunt (thru march)

PSC 303 Box 49

SUSLAK 131

APO,AP 96204

Marcus Harkins (thru march)

PSC 303 Box 49

SUSLAK 258

APO,AP 96204

Bryun Souther (thru march)

PSC 303 Box 49

SUSLAK 58

APO,AP 96204

Sean Bruderer (thru march)

CAOC/ISRD/AFC

APO,AE 09309

Chris Capasso (thru march) – 220 soldiers with him, if you write him and put under his name share he will pass out cards and letters

RHHT CTF Dragoons

KAF

APO,AE 09355

Kristi Simonsen (good till Feb)

PSC 2 BOX 6431

APO,AE 09012

Stephanie McClement (thru Feb)

405 AED/ELRS

APO,AE 09328

Craig Haugaard (thru Feb)

NTM-A-C CSTC-A CJ33

APO,AE 09356

Brandon DeShon (thru Feb)

Clyde McDaniels

Bryan Elder

Michael Davis

Kiel Archer

833rd Route Clearance Co

FOB MNB KOWT

APO,AE 09380

Charles Mcphail (thru Feb)

USFOR-A/NKC

ATTN J4

APO,AE 09356

Benjamin Pecarina (thru Feb)

PSC 78 Box 742

APO,AP 96326

Tim Haggard (contact for 300 names) (thru Feb) – if you put share under his name he will pass out to other soldiers

371st SUS BDE

Camp Arifjan

APO,AE 09366

CTTSN Gallegos, Marina (asking for cutoff time frame)

USS George Washington Box 19

FPO AP 96650-2801

SFC G Carter

371 ST SB

APO,AE 09366

James Mayo

Nicholas Jobko

Conner Antorino

USS Gravely DDG107

CG DIV

FPO,AE 09570-1221

Another new cover…

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Little known fact… this novella from Samhain was kinda the precursor to the FBI Psychics books.  While I was working on it, I thought it would be cool to take the idea deeper, but I wasn’t sure how.  Not long after it was released, I had the idea the for The Missing, which was sold to Berkley.  This one was already out, already published and I couldn’t change how it had been written…but I wanted to work the characters together, since they were so closely connected.  I finally figured out a way to do that, which happened in The Unwanted.

If you have read Talking with The Dead…it’s being reissued.  It’s basically a prequel for my FBI Psychics since that’s what kickstarted my idea.

Now it haz shiny new cover…

“You already knew that,” Daisy said, her voice trembling with rage.

Michael glanced at her as he reached out and gently tugged the flyer from her. “I suspected it,” he said, stepping to the side. She frowned at him but came in, crossing her arms over her chest. Turning around, she watched him while he closed the door.

Kerri. Pretty name. “She’s worried about her mom.” Michael closed his eyes. “She wants her mom to know what happened. She just wanted to go to a play.” He crumpled the flyer in his fist, clenching his jaw. Impotent fury ate at him. He wanted to hit something. Anything. But instead of pounding on something with his fists, he dropped down onto the bed and stared at the crumpled flyer. “All she wanted to do was see a play.”

“I can’t say anything to her mom until I find her,” Daisy said quietly. “Nobody has even seen her. If I say something now, without proof—that would be cruel, Michael.”

“I know. Daisy, you don’t seem to understand—I’ve been doing this a long time.” Too long…

“You’ve been doing this too long.”

His eyes flew up to meet hers and an unwitting smile curled his lips. He watched as she moved forward and knelt down in front of him. “This hurts you,” she whispered, staring up at him. “I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t need you to help me.”

 

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