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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Romantic Suspense. Wild Man's Curse by Susannah Sandlin.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Susannah Sandlin, author of Wild Man’s Curse, Wilds of the Bayou Series, Book One.

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Montlake Romance

Date of Publication: April 5, 2016

ISBN: 978-1503934740
ASIN: B017IKQWAG

Number of pages: 284
Word Count: approx. 86,000

Cover Artist: Michael Rehder

Book Description


The bones said death was comin’, and the bones never lied.

While on an early morning patrol in the swamps of Whiskey Bayou, Louisiana wildlife agent Gentry Broussard spots a man leaving the home of voodoo priestess Eva Savoie—a man who bears a startling resemblance to his brother, whom Gentry thought he had killed during a drug raid three years earlier. Shaken, the agent enters Eva’s cabin and makes a bloody discovery: the old woman has been brutally murdered.

With no jurisdiction over the case, he’s forced to leave the investigation to the local sheriff, until Eva’s beautiful heir, Celestine, receives a series of gruesome threats. As Gentry’s involvement deepens and more victims turn up, can he untangle the secrets behind Eva’s murder and protect Celestine from the same fate?

Or will an old family curse finally have its way?


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Let’s Interview Susannah!


What inspired you to write this book?

The tenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina was coming up last summer, and I’d spent a lot of time thinking about the storm (I had been living in New Orleans for about twelve years at the time) and all the problems with the rescue efforts. Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries agents were among the first on the scene. While the state and federal politicians were arguing about who had jurisdiction, LDWF agents were in there, plucking people out of the water and doing search and rescue. I started researching all the difficult training and responsibilities these officers do—their jobs can be very dangerous. So I came up with the idea of following a team of these Wildlife and Fisheries enforcement agents in one of Louisiana’s most challenging terrains, Terrebonne Parish. Each book in the series will follow a particular member of the enforcement team as he or she tackles life, crime—and love—in the marshes and bayous of South Louisiana. 

How did you come up with the title?

For the longest time—all the way through edits—the title was WILD MAN’S BLUFF. But we realized at the last minute that the word “bluff” could mean different things than a bluff in a poker game, which is what I had in mind. It also could mean a bluff, as in a cliff (of which there are none in flat-as-a-pancake South Louisiana), or it could mean a joke, and the bluffs in this book aren’t funny. Both of the main characters, senior Wildlife and Fisheries enforcement agent Gentry Broussard and singer/songwriter Celestine Savoie, are struggling with their own forms of family curses, thus the change to WILD MAN’S CURSE was appropriate. My publishing team came up with it (wish I could take the credit), but it really fits the tone and plot of the book.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

I lived in South Louisiana for about fifteen years, before and after Katrina, and have extended in-laws who live in the Louisiana river parishes. It’s a part of the country that I’ve always been drawn to, both for its untamed beauty, its exotic landscape, and the unique blend of cultures (Cajun French, West Indies/African/French Creole, Native American) that, for me, make it a fascinating place with a distinctive culinary, musical, and linguistic legacy.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

Wildlife enforcement agent Gentry Broussard finds the body of an elderly woman rumored to be a voodoo practitioner, and catches a glimpse of her killer—who looks just like Gentry’s older brother, Lang. Problem is, Lang died three years earlier in a drug bust, and Gentry was the one who killed him. When the murder victim’s great-niece, Celestine Savoie, returns to Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana, to settle her great-aunt’s estate, she becomes the target of threats from the same killer—threats that grow increasingly dangerous. Murder investigations are not in Gentry’s jurisdiction, but the deeper he’s drawn to Celestine and the hunt for the killer (his brother’s body was never found, after all) the less he can stay away. In the end, it will take love, determination—and a throw of the voodoo bones—to save them all.

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I have just finished the second Wilds of the Bayou novel, not yet titled, which involves Gentry’s wildlife enforcement partner, Agent Jena Sinclair. Jena, who is fighting her own demons, is caught up in a puzzling web of cases involving a synthetic hallucinogenic drug epidemic in Terrebonne Parish and a rash of alligator attacks—not to mention a mysterious, antisocial—and possibly paranoid—recluse living off the grid behind an abandoned sugarcane field. I don’t have a release date yet, but I’m guessing late fall or winter.

What sort of personality does your hero have?

Gentry Broussard is, first and foremost, a law enforcement officer. The locals might call them “game wardens,” but the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries enforcement agents have very regimented law enforcement training, as well as special training under extreme conditions. They can arrest you for any law violation just as well as a police officer or a sheriff’s deputy. So Gentry’s reserved until you get to know him, and then he’s really funny. He hides the pain he carries about killing his brother behind a smartass attitude and a joke. But because he’s in law enforcement, that means his nature is to be calm under pressure, see through a lot of BS, and be overprotective. The latter trait doesn’t always sit well with the heroine. Oh, and he has an awesome dog named Hoss, who helps us see the funny, sweet side of him that he keeps hidden.

What sort of personality does your heroine have?

Celestine Savoie is a singer/songwriter who left her native Terrebonne Parish at eighteen to try and make it in Nashville. She’s close to hitting rock bottom when she gets the news about her great-aunt’s murder just as she’s being evicted from her apartment. She goes back to Terrebonne Parish reluctantly, only to find, to her surprise, that it feels like home in a way Nashville never could. She’s funny and stubborn and smart—and she picked up a few skills from her voodoo-practicing great-aunt that come in handy.

Are your book/books available in audio? In other languages? If so, give us more details about where we can get them and what languages they’re in.

WILD MAN’S CURSE is available unabridged on digital audio and CD as well as through Audible, from any online outlet that sells audiobooks. It’s only in English at present, although the south-central Louisiana accent is so unique, and the pronunciation of words so difficult (Gentry, for example, lives in Montegut, which is pronounced “monta-gue”), that I was able to write up a pronunciation guide and pick my narrator, actress Elizabeth Gibson. She does a really terrific job.

What genre/genres do you prefer to write? Are there other genres you’d like to write in the future?

I got started in urban fantasy and paranormal romance before I began writing romantic suspense. In fact, I came to romantic suspense after realizing the thing my paranormal books were pretty much suspense novels with non-human characters. It was a pretty natural transition to romantic suspense for me. I can see me writing a straight-up thriller or suspense novel, although I can’t seem to help putting some element of romance in whatever I’m writing.

Do you write books in series? If so, share a bit about the series you currently have published or are coming soon.

I do tend to write in series. I write the four-book (soon to be five-book) Penton Vampire Legacy series (REDEMPTION, ABSOLUTION, OMEGA, ALLEGIANCE) and a Penton spinoff, STORM FORCE—those are all paranormal romance. My Collectors duology (LOVELY, DARK, AND DEEP and DEADLY, CALM, AND COLD) are romantic thrillers. And writing as Suzanne Johnson, I write the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series whose fifth novel, BELLE CHASSE, will be coming out on November 8, joining ROYAL STREET, RIVER ROAD, ELYSIAN FIELDS, and PIRATE’S ALLEY.

Excerpt 


CHAPTER 1


The bones said death was comin’, and the bones never lied.

Eva Savoie leaned back in the rocking chair and pushed it into motion on the uneven wide-plank floor of the one-room cabin. Her grandpere Julien had built the place more than a century ago, pulling heavy cypress logs from the bayou and sawing them, one by one, into the thick planks she still walked across every day.

She had never known Julien Savoie, but she knew of him. The curse that had stalked her family for three generations had started with her grandfather and what he’d done all those years ago.

What he’d brought with him to Whiskey Bayou with blood on his hands.

What had driven her daddy to shoot her mama, and then himself, before either turned forty-five.

What had led Eva’s brother Antoine to drown in the bayou only a half-mile from this cabin, leaving a wife and infant son behind.

What stalked Eva now.

The bones said death was coming and, once Eva was gone, the curse should go with her. No one else knew the secrets of Julien Savoie and this cabin and that box full of sin he’d dug out of the bayou mud back in Isle de Jean Charles.

Might take a while, but sin catches up with you. Always had. Always would. And the curse had driven Eva to sin. Oh yes, she had sinned.

She’d known her reckoning would catch up with her, although it had taken a good long time. She’d turned seventy-eight yesterday, or was it eighty? She couldn’t remember for sure, and the bones said it didn’t matter now.

On the scarred wooden table before Eva sat three burning candles that filled the room with the soft, soothing glow of melting tallow. She’d made them herself, infusing them with the oil of the fragrant lilies that every spring spread a bright green carpet over the lazy, brown water of the bayou. The tools of her ritual sat on an ancient square of tanned hide passed down through generations of holy ones, of those blessed by the gods with the ability to throw the bones.

A small mound of delicate chicken bones, yellowed and fragile from age, lay inside the circle of light cast by the candles. Daylight would come in an hour or so, but Eva didn’t expect to last that long. Death was even now making his way toward her.

She leaned forward, wincing at the stab of pain in her lower back. Since the first throw of the bones had whispered her fate two days ago, she’d been cleaning. Scrubbed the floor, worn smooth by decades of bare feet. Washed the linens, folding them in neat piles in a drawer at the bottom of the old pie safe. Discarded most of the food in the little refrigerator that sat in the corner. Dragged the bag of trash down the long, overgrown drive past LeRoy’s old 1970 Chevy pickup that she still drove up to Houma for groceries and such once a month. Left the white bag at the side of the parish road for the weekly trash collection.

She’d spit on LeRoy’s truck as she passed it because she couldn’t spit on the man who bought it. He was long gone.

Now the cleaning had been finished. Whoever discovered her raggedy old body wouldn’t find a mess, not in Eva Savoie’s house.

A few minutes ago, with the old cabin as clean as she was capable of making it, she’d thrown the bones one last time. Part of her hoped they’d read different, hoped she’d be granted a few more days of grace.
But the bones still whispered death. Eva accepted it, and she sat, and she waited. At least the girl, Celestine, would inherit a cleaned-up house. The girl, Antoine’s granddaughter, knew nothing of the secrets, nothing of the curse. Eva had made sure of that….

Eva waited for her heart to fail—that seemed to be her most likely way to go. As she rocked she noted each steady beat, biding her time for the instant when the thump-thump-thump would falter and her breath would catch, then stop. She reckoned it would hurt a little, but what if it did? The curse had doled out worse ends to those who came before her.

She’d doled out worse herself.

The buzz of a boat’s motor sounded from outside the cabin, faint but growing louder. Wardens on patrol already, most likely.

The boat’s engine grew louder, finally coming to an abrupt stop so near, it had to be right outside her door. Silence filled the room once again, until through her bones she felt the thud of someone jumping onto the porch that wrapped around the cabin. The porch formed the platform on which the house sat, linking it to the spit of land behind it when the water was normal. When storms blew through, it provided an island on which the cabin could sit or, if need be, float.

As heavy footfalls crossed the porch, Eva struggled to her feet. Every pop and crackle of her joints knifed streaks of pain through her limbs as they protested the cleaning they’d done, followed by the sitting.
Prob’ly a game warden, checkin’ on her. Too bad he hadn’t stopped a little later, after she was gone. She didn’t like to think of her body having to bake in the hot cabin for days before anyone found her.
But the curse was what it was, and the bones said what they said.

The knock, when it came, was soft, and Eva reached the door with the help of a sturdy cane she’d carved herself. Opening the door, she squinted into the glare of a flashlight that seemed almost blinding after the soft light of the candles. She peered up at a young man with eyes that gleamed from beneath the hood of a jacket. He was not a game warden, and it was too hot for a jacket.

“Who are you?” Her voice cracked. She knew who he was. He was Death.

“The devil come to pay you a visit, Eva.” The man’s voice was smooth as silk, smooth as a lie, smooth as death itself. “And you know what the devil wants.”

She knew what he wanted, and she knew the only way to end the curse was to deny him.

She’d been granted no easy passing by the Savoie curse after all, but she would die today.

The bones never lied.

About the Author



 Susannah Sandlin is the author of the award-winning Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance series, including the 2013 Holt Medallion Award-winning Absolution and Omega and Allegiance, which were nominated for the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Award in 2014 and 2015, respectively. She also writers The Collectors romantic suspense series, including Lovely, Dark, and Deep, 2015 Holt Medallion winner and 2015 Booksellers Best Award winner. Her new series Wilds of the Bayou starts in 2016 with the April 5 release of Wild Man’s Curse. Writing as Suzanne Johnson, Susannah is the author of the award-winning Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series. A displaced New Orleanian, she currently lives in Auburn, Alabama. Susannah loves SEC football, fried gator on a stick, all things Cajun, and redneck reality TV.





Twitter: @SusannahSandlin



  


Monday, April 4, 2016

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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Steamy, Magical, Paranormal Romance. Under the Veil and Beyond the Veil Boxed Sets.



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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Highlanders. Shifters. Scorching Romance. Oath of a Scottish Warrior-The MacLomain Series: Later Years.



I hope everyone’s enjoying a fabulous 2016 so far! As usual, I’ve kept busy traveling through time to medieval Scotland and ninth-century Scandinavia. The MacLomain Series: Later Years has been coming right along. Lots of unexpected things happen as Rònan and Erin come together. I absolutely loved writing about this couple as they struggled with the reasons they shouldn’t be together while fighting a strong attraction. As I’m sure you might have guessed by the blurb, you can expect not only a dragon-shifting Scotsman but his Viking brethren. So I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Oath of a Scottish Warrior is now available! Be sure to join me on tour for a chance to win a $25 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes & Noble. The schedule is listed at the end of this post.   

Blurb


Haunted by childhood memories and the fact she is likely going mute, Erin embraces a quiet life in Vermont. A life away from all the mistakes she has made and the people she’s hurt. A peaceful existence with her horses. A cynic by nature, she doesn’t buy into what she soon learns. Apparently she’s part of an unending connection between twenty-first century Broun women and medieval MacLomain men. When a Claddagh ring crosses her path, she’s compelled to steal it. A bad move because the ring is meant to find true love. Something Erin feels she stopped deserving a long time ago. 

Of dragon blood, Chieftain Rònan MacLeod is by birth, half MacLomain. While raised to protect the future King of Scotland, he lives life with an open mind. The idea of a ring binding him to one lass seems far-fetched. However, when a woman named Jackie calls to him from the dark edges of the Celtic Otherworld, he swears an oath to save her. That means traveling to the future to protect her before she’s taken by the enemy. The only problem? She is not where she should be. Instead, he finds a beautiful, defiant lass named Erin. Now he must make a choice. Continue seeking out Jackie or protect the one he’s with.

Thrust back in time to ninth-century Scandinavia, Rònan and Erin find sanctuary with his Viking ancestors. With help from not only King Naðr Véurr Sigdir but his offspring, they learn more than anticipated. Something that will either damn them or set them free. Drawn to one another, heat flares. A fire neither could have imagined. Scorching. Searing. Unavoidable. One they must fight if they want to save those they care for most.

Will they be able to protect wee Robert the Bruce from evil when they end up back in Scotland? Or will their repressed feelings be their ultimate doom? After all, it’s supposed to take the oath of a Scottish warrior to save a future king. Not the oath of a warrior who ended up forsaking all because he lost his heart along the way. 




Excerpt


Erin almost overfilled the mug as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. Damn, he was hot as hell. Heat flared between her thighs as she eyed his snug leather pants, and broad, muscled, tattooed chest and arms. She swallowed. Maybe leaving him outside would have been the smarter move.

Rònan inhaled sharply then released a long, slow breath as he closed his eyes, shook his head, and whispered, “Gods give me strength, you smell good.”

Doing her best to keep her eyes averted, she held out a mug. “Here, drink. It’ll help warm you.”

“Many thanks,” he murmured and took the mug. “Will you not look at me then? You did so outside and we managed through.”

“Likely because I had a blade to your neck,” she reminded.

“If I’ve the strength to look at you then you’ve the same strength, lass,” he said softly. “Please.”

“Not gonna lie. I’m too damned aroused.” She shook her head and turned away. “Drink your ale and warm yourself, Rònan.”

He growled in frustration. “We need to push past this if we’re to protect the Bruce as we should.”
“We don’t need to look at each other to protect Robert.”

“Aye, but we do.” He downed the ale in a few gulps. “Especially if we’re to battle alongside one another. Eye contact is important.”

She hated to admit it but he was right. “I’ll get there. Promise. It just doesn’t look like it’ll be happening right now.” Though it was about the last thing she wanted to say for more reasons than one, she said, “Why aren’t you still with the redhead? After you warm up, it might be best if you rejoin her.”

“Nay.” He refilled his mug and handed her one as well. “Whilst she was pleasant enough I couldnae seem to muster desire for her.”

Erin almost cursed when a rush of satisfaction blew through her. “You two seemed to be doing just fine dancing.”

“Only because I meant to make you jealous,” he whispered. “Because I felt the same when I saw you with Darach and the Vikings.”

Though she should have been surprised by his bluntness, she wasn’t. Like her, he accepted what simmered between them for what it was. Simple lust based on dragon blood.

“Well, you’ve got nothing to be jealous of because Darach and I are just friends and me and my Viking posse have an understanding.” She took several sips as she navigated around him to the fire without meeting his eyes. “All that aside, we both need to remember that not only is what we’re feeling nothing more than a dragon thing but that Jackie’s out there somewhere waiting for you.”

“Viking posse?” he said. “Is that what you’re calling Tait and Bjorn?”

“Yup.”

“Why did you not take Tait tonight?” Rònan’s question was a deep rumble close to her ear as he moved behind her. “I know he offered and I know you were tempted to accept.”

Right. Because their thoughts mingled.

“You know the answer to that,” she said softly because she didn’t trust her vocal chords.

“Aye,” he said. “You think it would have complicated things had you taken Tait to your bed but I dinnae ken that. Perhaps it would have eased the ache you suffer now? Would easing that ache not make it easier to focus on what lies ahead?”

She was tempted to turn and confront him but stayed put. “Not if I ended up having stronger feelings for him because of it. Who knows, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t want to leave here if I did.”

“I saw how you were with the wee Bruce earlier,” he said. “So I dinnae doubt you would do whatever was needed to protect him.”

“How did you see?” she started then shook her head. “You never really left with the redhead did you?”

“I dinnae want the redhead,” he murmured, words still close to her ear, his body a warm wall at her back. “I want you, lass.”

Erin closed her eyes and focused on breathing evenly. “No, you want Jackie.”

“Aye, part of me,” he admitted. “But it feels more like desiring a figment of my imagination. ‘Tis nothing like what I feel now. Here.” His hand fell on her shoulder. “With you.”

Hell, this was pure torture.

Blood rushed through her veins so rapidly she grew lightheaded.

“I can’t.” She shook her head but couldn’t manage to step away, could not get her feet to work. “What if you and Jackie are meant for one another? I love that woman to death and would hate myself if…”

Save for the crackling fire and howling wind, the room grew quiet as her unsaid words hung in the air. As if his feet were as glued to the floor as hers, Rònan didn’t move for several long moments. Yet he eventually stepped away, his voice soft. “You’re right, lass. ‘Twould not be right.”


Passion of a Scottish Warrior (Book Four)
Coming May 16, 2016.
Available now for pre-order.


Determined to protect Jackie from evil, Darach Hamilton flees MacLomain Castle without telling anyone his destination. As foretold by Celtic Goddess Brigit, that should have made the enemy pursue him. But nothing is as it seems. When he learns the dark demi-god went after Jackie instead, he races to her side only to discover something unexpected. Things have changed. There might be hope for them. Maybe he can finally be with her. After all, he’s been dreaming about her for years. The only problem? He already pushed her into another man’s arms.

Over a month has passed since Jackie traveled back in time from modern day New Hampshire to medieval Scotland. Since then, it’s been a non-stop adventure. Now she’s in ninth-century Scandinavia with Heidrek, a Viking set to inherit the throne. A man that Darach wants her to be with despite the unforgettable kiss they shared. Then there’s the newfound Claddagh ring on her finger. Its stone can only be ignited by the love of a MacLomain. And Darach is by birth, the only remaining MacLomain not taken. Yet despite the power the ring’s glow could harness, she wants nothing to do with it. Not in light of her terrible secret. One she prays will keep any man from loving her because it will mean their ruin.

Many revelations come to light when Jackie, Darach, and Heidrek travel through time to keep the future King, wee Robert the Bruce safe. Determined to spare them heartbreak, Jackie refuses both men. Still, one of them ends up invoking unavoidable passion. A timeless draw. One she tries to fight. But some things are meant to be and Fate has a plan for them all. Epic love. Ultimate war. Inescapable death. Twists nobody saw coming. An ending that will either see Scotland through to what it is today or rewrite history altogether.

Find out how everything unfolds in Passion of a Scottish Warrior, the final installment in the MacLomain Series: Later Years. 



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