Monday, June 6, 2016

She's alive!

It was lazy of me, I admit it.  I titled this post with the first thought that came to mind.  This particular reference isn't particularly ingenious, true.  In fact, while Mary Shelley's novel is a masterpiece, this particular quote--even in this original form--is not actually from the novel.  Nevertheless, it's what first came to mind.  (The second idea came from the film, The Princess Bride; but I wasn't certain that alluding to the "mostly dead" quote was particularly appropriate for this post.)

I have honestly been working my ass off for the past year, but almost none of it has been on my writing.  It shames me to make this confession.  I love writing.  But I also feel a responsibility to the kids I teach on a daily basis.  And this past year, my teaching career sapped all of my creative energies from me.  

But school is out, and a new project is on the horizon.  I am even thinking that it's time to get back to Miss Abby Burke and her bottle-smashing protests.  It's long past due.  But to be fair, it will probably take me quite a while to get her story completed.  Nearly a year ago, I said that I hoped to have it done by the end of the year.  Unfortunately, that isn't happening.  And while sales haven't been great on this particular project, the three women of the demimonde have been a pleasure to create.  So I definitely want to see it through.

In the meantime, feel free to catch the other two women in the series.

And enjoy!


Thursday, July 9, 2015

My Favorite Protagonist--Available for FREE!

It's been nearly a year since I published the story of Justine Dixon, shunned socialite turned empowered escort in Desire in the Demimonde.  She is, thus far, my favorite protagonist (of my own creation).  She's feisty and comfortable speaking her own mind.  She has a dry sense of humor and a strong sense of self.  And her story is FREE on Amazon TODAY!

Check out this second book in the Demimonde Trilogy.  And please don't forget to write an honest review on Amazon and/or Goodreads.


Thursday, June 25, 2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

Evaporation...New Release This Week

The following is an excerpt from Evaporation, my new paranormal romantic suspense.  The book is a stand-alone and will be released this week and available on Amazon.

     The cataclysmic moment that would prove a turning point in her life had not begun on a dark and stormy night.  And while she’d been driving alone after midnight, she was not hunched over the wheel, peering nervously through a rain-spattered windshield while the rhythmic thumping of the wipers attempted to compete with a hauntingly foreboding cello piece on the radio. 
     Instead, she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and sang loudly and off-key with a favorite R&B tune from her elementary school days.  It was Flashback Friday on K102.6, and Color Me Badd was a welcome distraction from her exhaustion.  She remembered singing the tune on the playground with her girlfriends in fifth grade.  Granted, she hadn’t then understood what they meant when they sang about sexing someone up, but the beat had been lively and had served as more than one song choice for their pre-teen dance routines. 
     She blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to eliminate the dry, grainy feeling that often accompanied eight-hour shifts after an eight-hour school day.  Plus she’d been up late the night before studying for a Trigonometry test and a quiz on Hamlet.  Her mother had begged her to cut back her hours at the café, but she needed the money for her prom dress that year. 
     “I wanna rub you down,” she belted out, laughing to herself.  She wondered if anyone had found those particular lyrics romantic in the 1990s.  Personally, she preferred the honest and forthright words of Bel Biv Davoe’s “Do Me.”  No games there.
     She rubbed her eyes and cringed at the scent of stale coffee that seemed to have deeply permeated her pores in the past year.  She slapped her hand on her leg to keep herself awake.  Then she cranked up the air conditioning.  But the A/C in her little Chevette left something to be desired.  Instead, she leaned restlessly toward the door and rolled down the window, enjoying the feeling of the hot, dry air against her face.
     Her parents had bought a new home only a couple of years ago, and it had a great A/C system in it.  Her room was always cool and comfortable, even in the hottest and most humid summer days.  Even so, she kept an oscillating fan beside her bed so that she could feel the soft breeze while falling asleep listening to the gentle hum of the motor.  She would give anything to be in her bed at that moment, finally able to close her eyes and sink into sleep.
     A cool sensation caressed her skin, as though she had driven through a moist morning fog that gently misted her face and bare arms.  She saw the windshield and road before her ripple slightly, as though a curtain of water now separated her from them. 
     And then she was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom.
     Suddenly wide awake, she bolted upright.  What had just happened?  Her dreams were never particularly vivid.  Certainly not that vivid.  She mentally sifted through the events of the previous night, trying to remember the rest of her drive home.  She made the trip often enough that she occasionally would pull in the driveway with the realization that the rest of the ride had passed in a blur.  But this was different.  She couldn’t remember anything from the night before. 
     There was Color Me Badd.
     There was the rolling down of the window.
     It had been dark.
     She glanced at the window.  It was still dark.
     She turned to the alarm clock beside her bed and stared at the glowing red numbers.  12:09.  That couldn’t be right.  It was a twenty-eight minute drive through the country from the café in the city to her parents’ house in the suburbs.  She’d been pulling out of the café parking lot at 11:56.  Her clock was off.  It had to be.
     She reached for the lamp beside her bed and held her watch under the golden glow.  Even before she could confirm the time, she realized that she was fully clothed on top of her bed.  She even still wore her shoes from work. 
     And her watch read 12:09.
     “What the hell?”
     He took a deep drag off of the cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling slowly.  He studied the curls of his breath and flicked the cigarette automatically.  Tilting his head back against the old clapboard barn, he glanced up at the stars.  The sky was full of them tonight, but he had never particularly cared one whit about the celestial bodies.
     He glanced at his watch in disgust.  He had four hours before his mother would wake him and order him to get up and help his dad.  Four hours before he had to break his back shoveling slop and shit.  Farming was his dad’s thing.  He had other ideas. 
     He was going to be a preacher.  The only thing that gave him any pleasure anymore was going to church.  He’d look around the room and study all the sinners.  Up front would be the Darnells, with him cheating on his wife and her drinking her sorrows away.  Their oldest daughter was a notorious slut and their youngest son beat on his girlfriend on Tuesdays and every other Thursday.  But they’d sit up front looking proper and singing loud for the benefit of the entire congregation.  They weren’t fooling nobody.  But Reverend Michaels never did anything but preach the word of the Lord.  He never made them confess to their wicked ways. 
     Mama told him that confessing was for the Catholics in town, but what did she know?  She was so ass blind that she worshipped her only daughter, a spawn of the Devil himself. 
In the silence of the night, he heard a car approaching down the country highway that ran in front of his house.  People took this road straight from the city into the suburbs, driving past at ungodly speeds. 
     As the car crested the hill and came into sight, he raised his cigarette to his lips again for one final drag.  He was still exhaling slowly as he dug the heel of his boot into the dirt beside the barn.  Kneeling, he took the time to carefully bury the evidence that would undoubtedly lead to an unnecessary and annoying argument with his mother. 
     While he knelt, a barely perceptible crackle filled the air around him, leaving him feeling unsettled, as though he had just missed something.  He rose slowly, glancing back toward the house, half expecting his mother to come barreling down the front steps and marching across the yard.
The glare of the approaching high beams captured him as the car continued to bear down.  Even as it left the blacktop and dipped down into his yard, he began to move.  And his quick reflexes had him clear of the path made by the little Chevette that plowed into the side of his father’s barn.
     He knew that the cacophony would raise his parents and bring them outside.  But he was drawn to the site of the hole in the barn and the small smoking vehicle now parked haphazardly inside. 
     “Damn drunks,” he muttered, picking his way through the splintered wood.
     Standing beside the vehicle, he was astonished to realize that there was no driver.  Alarmed, he glanced around the barn for signs that someone had already emerged from the vehicle even while he had to admit that a driver couldn’t have possibly freed himself so rapidly.
     The driver’s window was cranked down and a sinful and outdated song was cranked up on the radio.  Grunting in disgust, he knelt and reached through the window to turn off the trash, noticing with confusion that the seatbelt on the driver’s side was still buckled.  On the passenger seat sat a woman’s purse.  Moving stealthily, he reached inside and removed a wallet. 
     Hearing the front screen door slam shut behind his parents, he flipped open the billfold and glanced at the driver’s license.  Eva Sokolov. 
     Before his parents rushed to his side, he slipped the wallet back into the purse and moved back away from the vehicle.  He stood back and surveyed the wreck with bewilderment. 

     “What the hell?”

Free Promo and Upcoming Release!

Firstborn, the first book in the popular MaCall Prophecy Trilogy, will be free this week only on Amazon!

Jac MaCall is the eldest daughter of a wealthy and brilliant security consultant.  She, however, has chosen a different life for herself, running a new age store that specializes in selling crystals, candles, and aromatherapy that enable people to tap into their subconscious awareness.  But when Dr. Will Archer's office is vandalized by a dangerous organization threatening his life, fate sends Jac in as a consultant for her father's business to update his security and provide additional protection.  The old adage about opposites attracting proves true the moment Will opens his door and finds the exotic beauty standing in yoga pants while lecturing him on his security system and asking questions better left to the police.  In time, Will and Jac learn that a prophecy involving the firstborn child of Will Archer has an extremist miltant group fearful enough that they will not stop until Will and his unborn child are destroyed.  And when Jac gets a vision of her own future with the irresistibly uptight Dr. Archer, it becomes evident that she will play a bigger role in this prophcy than anyone had imagined...and Will Archer's enemies soon include her as a threat to their future.

Additionally, my newest paranormal romantic suspense, Evaporation, will be released later this week!  This book is long overdue, to say the least.   I will release an excerpt later today.  Enjoy!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

New Paranormal Project...Introducing EVAPORATE!

It's been nearly a year since I wrapped up and published the last book in The MaCall Prophecy Trilogy, my initial indoctrination into the world of paranormal romance.  I had read a number of books in the genre, mind you, and I absolutely love Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series.  (The woman is brilliant.  She managed to corner the market on combining historical fiction with the paranormal time travel concept.  She is one I should have included in my trailblazer blog, except that I have too much respect for her as a writer to include her in an irritated rant.)

I mentioned in a previous post that I have temporarily stepped away from the historical trilogy I was working on, and my newest paranormal suspense/romance is well underway.  I'm adoring my protagonist, a female detective who is hard and cold professionally and is obsessed with silk lingerie and romance books personally.  And she also has a passionate relationship with the Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman television series, an affair that is horrifyingly discovered by her love interest at a most inopportune time.

But her secret identity isn't limited to the undergarments she hides beneath her masculine uniform and bulletproof vest.  She also is able to teleport, a skill she considers more of a risk than an asset.  And given that someone is intent on trying to expose her and kill her, she may be right.

I am aiming to release the story of Detective Eva Sokolov before the end of the year.  In the meantime, here is the gorgeous cover that Laura Gordon created for me.  Tune in soon for an excerpt or two!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014