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Friday, September 26, 2014

Will the Truth Destroy or Free Them? The Art of Love and Murder by Brenda Whiteside.

Today I’m thrilled to welcome back talented author, Brenda Whiteside who will be chatting more about her latest release, The Art of Love and Murder.

Brenda, the floor’s all yours…

Thanks so much for having me today, Sky. I’m excited to have your readers learn about my latest release, The Art of Love and Murder, the first book in my Love and Murder series. I hope everyone enters the Rafflecopter drawing for a tote bag of items that relate to the book. The more you enter, the more chances you have to win. This link will direct you to all the blogs on my tour. 

Authors usually interject a little of themselves into every book they write. Since I’m a bit of a coffee-aholic, most of my books have a coffee drinker. In The Art of Love and Murder I went a step further. My heroine, Lacy Dahl owns a coffee café called The Lacy Latte. Although only the last scene of the book takes place in the café, I had fun creating Lacy’s business. All the windows are topped with lace, there’s a huge fireplace to curl up by with comfy couches and the balcony upstairs is a warm nook. The twist is Lacy doesn’t drink coffee. She prefers chai which she serves in her coffee café.

Side note – no one in my family will drink the coffee I make because my blend is strrroong, has a dash of cinnamon and a dollop of cream.


Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.

Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.

Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?


Momentarily struck dumb by his eye color, she stared back. Why hadn’t she noticed until now? Although not as light as hers or her father’s, the professor’s eyes were a startling green shade.

His hand nudged her arm. “Lacy?”

She jumped. “Oh, yes.” She slipped the tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.

He lifted the wood close to his face, using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture.

He swallowed, opened his eyes and set the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. “Where is the chest?”

The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it before. “I’m having it sent. You’ve seen it before?”

He didn’t move, stared out the window as if deep in thought. “I’d like to show you something, Lacy.”

“All right.” She waited, watching his profile.

He turned and stared into her face a moment. “You’re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing any art form.”

His hypnotic voice floated on the classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. She’d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The professor’s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of art. 

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Brenda spends most of her time writing stories of discovery and love. The rest of her time is spent tending vegetables on the small family farm she shares with her husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Together, they’ve embraced an age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States - multiple generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.

Visit Brenda at www.brendawhiteside.com.
She blogs on the 9th and 24th of every month at http://rosesofprose.blogspot.com
She blogs about writing and prairie life at http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/

Friday, September 12, 2014

A Life Lost. A Prophecy Fulfilled. Wounded by Shannon Mayer.

Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Shannon Mayer, author of Wounded, A Rylee Adamson Novel, book 8. 

Publisher: HiJinks Ink Publishing, Ltd.
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book Description

"My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker."

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we've lost, my confidence cracks a little more. 

Yet there is hope.

A child saved. 

A life lost.

A prophecy fulfilled.

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An Agent Liam O’Shea Interview

The Daily Grind

September 13/2012

Cold Case Heats Back Up?

There is no such thing as a case that is too cold, at least according to Liam O’Shea. He has been an FBI agent for over ten years, and in that time only one case of his remains open. 

His first case.

At the time, Agent O’Shea was fresh out of the academy and “still believed that justice always prevails”. Then along came the case that would chill the hearts of every agent working it, many of them parent’s themselves. 

Rylee Adamson, then sixteen years old, was accused and charged with killing her younger sister Berget; whose body was never found. The case made media headlines as Adamson went missing for close to two weeks and a man hunt the size this state had not seen in a hundred years ensued. 

Adopted into the Adamson household, her younger sister was a ‘miracle’ baby that by all accounts Adamson adored. It wasn’t until an outing the two girls took to Deerborn Park that Adamson’s actions would come into question.

“The younger girl’s blood and clothing was found several blocks away tucked behind a dumpster,” Agent O’Shea said, “and the only hair fibers found were the two girls, Berget and Rylee. There is no one else it could be that killed little Berget.” To O’Shea, it was an open and shut case; and with Adamson’s disappearing act he felt her guilt was obvious. But he, along with the other police enforcement involved where denied the closing of the case on a technicality in court.

“It’s only because of her lawyer, hired by Giselle Trinkoff, that Adamson wasn’t found guilty. A technicality I aim to right.” O’Shea states.

To date, Adamson has not been proven guilty of any charges, though O’Shea is determined to change that fact. “She got away once. She won’t get away again.”

For now, Adamson is MIA, her whereabouts unknown to anyone but Agent O’Shea. He claims that he finally has new evidence that Adamson killed her younger sister, hid the body, and dodged the penal system. 

This reporter isn’t so sure; there are too many unknowns to state that Adamson did it without a shadow of a doubt. But then, I always root for the underdog. And in this case, no one is more of an underdog than Rylee Adamson.

Excerpt from Wounded

“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in, and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population, which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”

“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could possess them?” Liam asked. 

Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”

Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”

I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a minute.”

The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by one. 

Demons escaped in London who bred fast.

Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.

Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.

The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat. 

“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I understood. 

Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than keeping them from being possessed.”

Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”

An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”

My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make him talk?”

Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”

Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you have to trust me. Please.”

“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.

“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”

Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”

“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled. 

I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously making me re-think getting out of bed the day before. 

We were surrounded by Orion’s minions. 

Hundreds of them.

About the Author

Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

She is the author of the The Rylee Adamson Novels, The Nevermore Trilogy, A Celtic Legacy series and several contemporary romances.  

Please visit her website at http://www.shannonmayer.com for more information on her novels. 

Blog:  http://www.shannonmayer.com

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Shannon-Mayer/e/B005L43124/ 

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Loving the Enemy. Faith of the Highlander- The MacLomain Series: Next Generation.

It’s that time again! As you know I’ve been staying very busy this year writing The MacLomain Series: Next Generation. The past few months have been especially interesting as I got to know Grant MacLomain better. Imprisoned for more than half his life by the evil Keir Hamilton, he finally gets a chance at freedom. And who’s there to help him through the turbulent feelings of being out from beneath Keir’s tyranny? None other than Sheila.

I really enjoyed writing about these two and helping them through their struggles. Of all the couples in this series, I felt they deserved to find one another the most. So I won’t keep you waiting a minute longer. Faith of the Highlander is available now!


Like her cousins, Sheila wears a Claddagh ring meant to connect her Broun lineage with the MacLomain clan. Already having witnessed the strife ravaging the medieval Scottish highlands she’s eager to once more be thrust back in time…even if it’s into the arms of the enemy. 

Imprisoned fourteen winters and now first-in-command of the enemy’s army, Grant MacLomain must find a way to save all those he cares for. Though under the watchful eye of his master and chieftain, Keir Hamilton, he unleashes his plan the moment he connects with a lass from the future. 

Through hardship, forgiveness and even acceptance, Grant and Sheila struggle to push past their abused hearts and the war that divides them in, Faith of the Highlander. 


Sheila started to tremble when he broke free from the last of whatever or whoever had imprisoned him. A shiver raced through her and she knew.

Grant had just broken free from Keir Hamilton’s mental hold over him.

He tore off his tunic and whipped it aside. With nothing but the Hamilton’s plaid hung low on his waist, he was an impressive sight. Legs braced, arms by his side, fists clenched, he closed his eyes. Cast in the soft, flickering glow of a single sputtering torch, sweat slicked muscles rippled down his long warrior’s body. Was he praying? Long moments passed. Every one of them a lifetime as her heart thundered. Then, as if replacing one swift divine moment with another, his eyes snapped open and met hers.

It felt like a freight train hit her.

“Och, my wee geal,” he whispered.

Wee what?

Sheila made to speak but the words died on her lips when in two swift strides, he pulled her into his arms. The word ‘wee’ seemed a massive understatement when up against him. Though she was fairly tall at five foot seven, he had to be a foot taller. Lord, she felt tiny! What had been but a tremble became a harsh fiery heat that whiplashed through her body. Emotional state and sensory awareness in overdrive, she put her hands against his hard chest.

“Oh, I shouldn’t have done that,” she murmured. But she didn’t pull her hands away.

No, if anything she pressed tighter and curled her fingers slightly. It was one thing to meet a man in your mind, another thing entirely to feel him pressed up against your body. When he tilted up her chin, her eyes slid shut. Why, she’d never know. She supposed somewhere deep inside she wasn’t ready to look too closely into his eyes.

But why?

Perhaps she was afraid of what she’d see there. Perhaps though he seemed so strong she’d see years of mental abuse flicker in his gaze. Mental abuse inflicted by Keir being twisted within his mind for so long. The very idea of it made her sick to her stomach.

But none of that mattered when she felt his warm breath whisper over her lips. Close, so very close. She could all but feel his mouth hovering over hers. Time slowed as her lips fell open. Sensation heightened. A slow burn covered her cheeks. An ever so slight throbbing began first on the sides of her neck as emotion welled. Her heart pounded so strongly that her lips pulsed, ready for the pressure, the weight of his mouth against hers.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Born to Protect, Ruled by Passion. Dark Sentinels Series by Dariel Raye.

"Dark Sentinels"
Born to protect, ruled by passion

Washington State native, Syreena, learned at an early age to depend on her twin brother, Sable, and herself, but when conversations with a Georgia sentinel prompt her to surprise him with an impromptu visit, the realization of Cord’s greatest fear seems inevitable.

Colleen Everly says: Loved it! Having already read the next two books in the series this is a great prequel. ...I loved the way the author gave you a glimpse to see what the next books were/are about. I also loved how this female is a bit like his lost sister. Great series.

Jacklynn Sizemore says: Just amazing!!! ... So looking forward to the three book to this series!!! It's a must read!!!!

Akila is a veterinarian with a soft heart. Sable is a sentinel wolf shifter. Together, Sable and Akila must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.

Studentwriter says: ...it is brilliant! ...it will flow with great excitement and likable characters from the first page....Very exciting! Of course, the good guys will win in the end. That end does not come in Book One, but the interim sex is so good, we don't mind!

PRG )Paranormal Romance Guild) says:...This is a novella but it reads like a full novel, mystery, betrayal, love and romance. This is the first in the Sentinel’s series and I can’t wait for more. Although a short story, it was very entertaining. Akila is a wonderful character and her devotion to animals is beautiful.

When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin, a sentinel wolf shifter, turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help. His greatest challenge, however, is uppity human Attorney Stephanie Bates and the surprising effect she has on his heart, and she'll need his protection to stay alive long enough to protect his land.

PRG says: ...In this book we are also brought up to date on what happened with Sable and Akila. ...This was every bit as wonderful as the first, romance, sex and the constant presence of evil.....I can’t wait for the next book so I can get some more answers and meet another hunky alpha and another amazing potential mate.

Catrina Barton says: Wow! Torin DuMont is larger than life, and commands attention from the first moment we meet him. He's brash and very much an alpha male. ... Their exciting adventure is full of many unexpected twists.... The book will grab your attention and run away with it. Dariel Raye certainly knows how to keep the pages turning.

Excerpt from "Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin"

She was too tired to argue with the dictator, his unfriendly sister and their silent, dangerous-looking friends, so she quietly slid into his SUV as soon as he opened the door for her and relaxed against the leather seat. Uneasy about the break-in and the whole situation, she jumped as Torin whipped the seatbelt across her waist and clicked it in place before walking around to the driver seat.

“Um, thank you.” She smiled, unable to remember a time when anyone had ever fastened her seatbelt for her before Torin. Even that strange action was oddly comforting. She found herself wondering if he did that for anyone else.

She turned toward him, struck by the hard lines of his profile and his broad shoulders. His clothes were worn, a black T-shirt washed nearly dark gray to match his eyes, revealing a sculpted six-pack and fitted blue jeans that hugged a perfect, muscular ass and an impressive front bulge. Steph looked away, embarrassed by the direction her mind kept taking with a man who had shown no interest in her other than responsible concern.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “So…did you get things taken care of?”

Torin shook his head once, watching the road. “No.”

When he didn’t elaborate, she tried again. “Sounded like it was pretty important. I’m—”

“Don’t want to talk about that. You have any neighbors around during the day?”

Now it was Steph’s turn to shake her head. “No, not really. I’m pretty sure most of them work.”

Torin glanced at her with emotion in his eyes just a moment before he turned back to the road. Was that warmth or pity?

It occurred to her that she would have been more than annoyed with anyone else who abruptly changed the subject on her like he’d just done, but somehow she was learning to accept his differences. She realized in the moment that Dr. Torin DuMont could very likely get away with things she wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.

Steph caught herself staring at his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. She couldn’t help imagining them on her body, replaying steamy scenes from her dreams. She took a deep breath and turned to look out of the window, seeking the same mental escape she’d sought the first time she’d been in his SUV.

Torin glanced at Steph when they arrived at her apartment, silently commanding her to wait until he opened her door.

She took his hand, allowing him to help her out of the SUV. Heat suffused her entire body, an electrical current sizzling along the path from her breasts to her core as soon as she touched him. The intensity of his touch, his very presence, elicited flashes of something wild, uncontrollable.

He froze, a nearly inhuman stillness, a slight frown marring his handsome features. He felt something, too, and he didn’t appear to be happy about it.

Tasha, Moon, and Sphynx got out of Steph’s car and stepped up behind Torin.

It wasn’t until he released her that she realized Torin had been holding her hand while he was standing completely still.

Torin reached in the back seat and removed what looked like a medical bag, then glanced at her briefly before walking toward the apartment complex, Sphynx, Moon, and Tasha falling in behind him.

“Oh no!” The pitiful moan escaped Steph’s lips as soon as she saw the condition of her apartment again, this time getting a better look at it since the initial shock had worn off. Drawer contents littered the floor, closet doors were open, and cushions were ripped, their stuffing adding to the chaos.

Torin touched her hand, eliciting a visceral response, despite the situation. He was donning gloves, and with those gloved hands, he removed something from his bag, then turned to her again. “While we see what we can find, pack what you need.”

“Pack? Why? Where am I going?”

“You’re coming with me.” He stepped away from her and started dusting every surface, placing items in plastic bags, as if no one would dare ever question his commands. Obviously, in his world, his word was final.

“I’m what?”

Torin turned toward her again, addressing her as if she was a distraction. “You’re coming with me. I can’t protect you from a distance, and I certainly can’t be in two places at once.”

“But I-I can’t just drop everything and go with you.”

He made a sweeping motion across the room. “Would you rather stay here? I’m not gonna argue with you, Ms. Bates. You called me. If you want my help, you’ll do as I say, and you’ll do it now. It won’t take us long to sweep your place even in this condition.” His raspy voice seemed to grow even deeper as he spoke barely above a whisper, his demands allowing no argument.

Steph rolled her eyes, then headed to her bedroom to start packing. Torin was no diplomat, but he would keep her safe. This was no time to let her pride get her killed. The sight greeting her as she stepped in her bedroom was even more depressing than her living area. Packing would be no easy feat with her belongings dumped from her drawers, clothes strewn across the floor. She couldn’t possibly find, let alone pack what she needed in a few minutes.

She had second thoughts and nearly turned around to tell Torin she had someplace else to stay, but the time for wishful thinking—let alone prideful stupidity—was over. She couldn’t stay here, and there was no place else to stay. She needed his help now more than ever, even if she didn’t want to need anyone.

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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Will Her Past Destroy Her Future? Coming to Terms with Love by Dilys J. Carnie.

Today it’s my pleasure to feature Coming to Terms with Love by Dilys J. Carnie.


Will her past destroy her future? 

But when Beth meets this giant of a man her heart beats a little faster. But no man would look at her, and she has a son…a son who she will fight to keep. 

He tries to fight the attraction, but can he resist this woman? 

Corey can’t help falling in love deeper than he ever wanted to. And when an old enemy of Beth’s turns up on the doorstep he steps forward to put an end to her past. 

Will this be the beginning of their future together or the end of their dreams?


The air was like a magnetic field, as if sparks were pinging around them in the air. She watched as he controlled himself, she admired the way he had not argued with her. Her own heart hammered against her ribs, it had been so close…so very close she couldn’t imagine the horror that would have been on his face if he had moved his hand any closer.

Beth tried to catch her own breath as she watched him in the moonlight. It seemed that every nerve ending in her body was tingling in a way she had never experienced before.

“I should apologize…only I’m not sorry,” he whispered in between the harshness of his breathing.

He looked at her and she trembled all over again. “Apologize for what? It was just a kiss.”

He stood straight moving closer to her making her take a step back.

“Just a kiss?”

“I…well a good kiss,” she stammered.

He laughed out loud. “Good? Be serious, Beth, you felt that as much as I did.” He took a step closer tilting her chin with his fingers. His gaze penetrated hers and she shook her head dislodging his fingers, taking a step back.

“Okay it was sensational…you’re a good kisser. So what? Plenty of men are.”

He sucked in a breath before he spoke.

“I touched you and the searing heat from you set me on fire, when we kissed your tongue wrapped itself round me so hard that I became part of you. The air around us is so charged that if someone dropped a match, it would explode.”

They were words she didn’t want to hear, she didn’t need him to tell her how it was for God’s sake she knew but…but there was no way in hell that she was ready for this. How could she expect someone else to accept her body when she was still coming to terms with it herself. The verve of the last few minutes started to leave her body and the realization of what had happened took over.


She knew he was waiting for her to say something; she wanted to try and be as honest as she could. “You’re right, we did…connect but it can’t go any further than this…I don’t want it.”

“Baloney.” He pushed his hands into his pockets scowling at her. “The minute we set eyes on each other we knew what it would be like once we touched, why the hell did you think that I left so quickly the other day?”

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My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales with my family. I am extremely close to all my family members and enjoy spending time with them. I am the proud mother of two grown up *children* My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher and my son Christopher is part of the family business. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Will His Touch Claim Her or Kill Her? Through His Touch by Deborah Camp.

Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Deborah Camp, author of Through His Touch, A Mind’s Eye Novel, Book Two, a Romantic Suspense/Paranormal.

Number of pages: 321 pages
Word Count:  87,862

Cover Artist: Cover to Cover Designs

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Book Description

Psychic Trudy Tucker would love . . .

 . . . to breach Levi Wolfe’s defenses and show him that his heart has nothing to fear from her.

Psychic Levi Wolf would love . . .

 . . . to protect Trudy’s gentle heart by keeping her away from his dark, treacherous past.

But is love enough when someone with a heart full of hate has chosen Trudy as the next one to die?

Through His Touch

Will his touch claim her or kill her?

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Time to Interview!

What inspired you to write this book?

This book has been kicking around in my head for 10 years! I have met several psychics and have known one in particular since I was a teenager. Therefore, the paranormal and mediums have fascinated me for a long time. However, I wanted to write about mediums in a real world sense as opposed to a “wooo-wooo” sense. I wanted to show how growing up psychic could be traumatizing and learning how to live with this kind of gift/talent could also be a huge challenge. The characters of Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker are complex and I have a lot of material in them that I can use, which is why I decided on a series – The Mind’s Eye series. Levi can communicate with the deceased and he has “place memory” too. Trudy, on the other hand, is a vessel in which a murderer, rapist, kidnapper, etc. can slip into so that she experiences what they’re experiencing in real time. This kind of clairvoyance is rare. So, between the two of them, they can deal with the perpetrator and the victims to solve crimes and track down evil-doers.

Tell us about your book cover and how it relates to your story.

The book cover has to do with the murders of women Levi knows. The girl on the photo is the first murder victim in the book. The tagline is: Will his love claim her or kill her? Someone is stalking Levi in the book and then a woman Levi has been involved with is murdered and Levi’s life goes into a tailspin.

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

I’m working on the third book in the Mind’s Eye series. I’m outlining it now. After I finish it, I’m going to switch gears entirely and write another historical romance set in the west right after the Civil War. Then, if the Mind’s Eye series seems to be selling relatively well, I will write #4. The third book in the series will deal with Trudy’s life in Tulsa, Levi meeting her family, and Levi’s problems with his own father. The main plot revolves around the kidnapping of a child Trudy is working on.

What sort of personality does your hero have?

Levi is conflicted. He had a difficult childhood and grew up not being loved or appreciated. He was also abused as a child. He has a master’s degree in psychology and a degree in parapsychology. He’s smart, intense, sexy as hell, and as handsome as the devil. For all his outward appearance of having everything, inside he’s anything but confident. He feels broken. He’s been in therapy for several years, trying to dispel his phobias and be “normal.” Trudy is a beacon of hope for him. He learns how to love and be loved thanks to Trudy.

What sort of personality does your heroine have?

Trudy has always battled her psychic abilities. In the past few years, she has learned to channel them and use them to help people (and to make a living for herself through them). Earlier in her life, she even contemplated suicide because her “visions” were keeping her from sleeping, resting, and living a normal life. Through it all, however, she is a loving, caring, young woman with a smart mouth and sharp mind. She’s brave and desperately wants to help people by finding and stopping murderers, rapists, molesters, and kidnappers.
Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I use to write at my dining room table. Then I made an office out of the spare bedroom and I wrote there every day. When I moved to my present house, I converted the entire upstairs to office space/library. However, with laptops and tablets, I now write all over the place – the den, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the sun porch . . . oh, and sometimes I even work upstairs in my office! But not often.

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

I do love Facebook and I’m on there every day. I like a good chuckle and I can always find one on Facebook and I enjoy sharing photos of hunky guys with my friends and followers. It’s also a good way to keep up with bloggers and find out what good books are coming out and find authors I haven’t read before (which is one of my favorite things to do!). I’m a new Pinterest convert. I use it as my novel scrapbook – putting photos there of my hero, heroine, other characters, clothing, their residences, their cars, etc. It’s a wonderful tool! It’s fun for my readers to go there and “see what I see.”

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.

Most of my books are available on Audible. The historical romances are especially good. My favorite one on Audible is “Fire Lily.” The narrator did a terrific job with it! My romances have all been published in other countries – Japan, Great Britain, Brazil, Germany, France, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Turkey, Greece, and many others.

How long have you been writing? How long have you been published?

I’ve been writing since I was in grade school. My major in college was journalism and I was a newspaper reporter before becoming a fulltime novelist. My first book was published in 1979. I have more than 45 titles in print.


Levi crossed his arms and tucked his hands in his armpits in a stance that was clearly defensive. “With all of that shit going on, no wonder I dreamed of the box again. I haven’t had a nightmare about that place in a long time.”

“What’s the box?” Trudy watched with growing concern as his face tightened, jaw muscles flexed, and his eyes clouded with turbulent memories.

“A root cellar. A small place. Standing up, you could extend your arms out from your sides and touch the walls. It was cool and damned cold in there at night.”

“Where was this?”

“The Missouri Ozarks. Out in the wilds. It was a school set up on an abandoned farm property. They’d turned the farmhouse into a dormitory and the barn into a school.” He made a scoffing sound. “Not that they provided much of an education. Mostly, we read and memorized the Bible. There were classes in literature, English, math, a little science and geography here and there, but that was about it.”

“How old were you when you went there?”

“Nine. When I arrived I had just turned nine. I left when I was almost eleven to go to a school in Wyoming.”

“Nine.” She took up her own defensive stance, hunching her shoulders and rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Thinking of him as a nine-year-old being carted off to a place where he was schooled in a barn made her skin break out in gooseflesh. “I don’t know how your parents could send their little boy away like that.”

He gave an indolent shrug that she didn’t buy for one second. “They were trying to chase the devil out of me.”

“Idiotic,” she murmured.

“They put us in the box when we were bad.” One corner of his mouth lifted fractionally. “And I was bad. Bad to the bone.”

“What do you do that was so terrible?” She couldn’t imagine any sane reason to put a child down into a hole.

“I refused to say that my father was right and that I was a liar.”

“About your psychic abilities,” she clarified. “So, it was a religious thing with your parents? They truly felt that your abilities were a sign of evil . . . of the devil?”

“That’s what my father thought . . . or that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.” A quick, half-smile flitted across his lips. “He’s an intelligent man, so I’ve always believed that he’s mainly intimidated by my abilities. He’s a classic narcissist. Therefore, it must be impossible for him to think that I can do things he can’t. As for my mother?” He gazed up at the stars and violet shadows caressed his achingly handsome face. “I don’t know. She probably wished I’d just tell my father what he wanted to hear and do what he said to do. That’s what she did. She went along with whatever shit he shoveled out.”

She wanted to touch him. No, she wanted to hold him, but she stood still as her heart constricted with pain for him. She wanted to cry, but she knew he didn’t want her tears, so she swallowed the burning ball of emotion in her throat. He was talking and she was grateful, but what he was saying was difficult to hear. His upbringing had been a long nightmare from which he couldn’t awaken – and he was just scratching the surface. That’s what bothered her more than anything. His traumas ran deep. Soul deep.

“And the box?” she asked in a whisper. “How long did they keep children in there?”

“An hour at first. Then hours. I graduated to all day and then to all day and all night. The nights were the worst. It was cold in there and black as pitch. That’s when the rats would come out.”

Trudy couldn’t stop the shudder that shook her from head to toes. She cleared her throat. “R-rats?”

“Big mother-fuckers. Of course, I was only a kid, so they seemed like they were the size of Volkswagens. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them scurrying around and I could feel them. They’d run across my feet. One of them jumped on my shoulder and bit my neck. I screamed and screamed. Screamed my fucking lungs out that night.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. “That’s why my voice is husky. I damaged my vocal chords. I couldn’t talk above a whisper for a couple of months after that and my voice never fully recovered.”

“I love your voice,” she said, the declaration lifting from her heart onto her lips.

“Really?” He shook his head and sent her a baffled grin. “I think I sound like a bad actor doing a commercial for sore throat lozenges.”

She shook her head and decided to allow her heart to keep talking. “Your voice matches the rest of you. Sexy as hell.”

His arms slipped down his body and his shoulders lost some of their stiffness. He held out a hand to her. “Come here, you.”

What Readers Have to Say About Deborah’s Books...

Too Tough to Tame

The book is funny and touching. I have read this book over 50 times already and I never get tired of it. Tess is so cute while Storm is strong and loving. They made a great couple.  -- Amazon review from Snowstar

“Through His Eyes” 5 star Amazon Review….

“This book is amazing, Deborah Camp has written one heck of a sexy thriller! How can you go wrong with two sexy psychics and a serial killer? Levi and Trudy both have abilities, Levi can talk to the departed and Trudy can see right into a killer’s mind. The question is how far can he see back into hers? Follow these two as they scorch the pages in the bedroom and the high octane roads it takes to catch the killer before Trudy is the next one on his list. These two are so hot, I thought I was going to have flames shoot out of my Tablet. That little hook at the end will have you waiting as impatiently as I am for the next Deborah Camp Novel.”-- Lia Hearn

Cheyenne's Shadow

One of the best romance novels I have ever read. There is excitement, sadness, and passion in this book. I know I have read this book at least five times since I bought it.
-- Amazon review by S. Ceballos

A Tough Man's Woman

I really enjoyed this book as it was one that kept you guessing most of the time.
-- Amazon review from Phyl

Lonewolf's Woman

Ah, fascinating to the last drop (or page). Highly recommended. Surely, a keeper!
-- Amazon review from M. Hartmann

Black-eyed Susan

I found it hard to put down. It made me realize how things were in those years (long before I was born). I looked for more books by the same author.
-- Amazon review from C. Schmidt

About the Author

Author of more than 40 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. Her background as a reporter for newspapers helped her to write fast and enjoy research. After she sold her first few books, she quit newspaper work to become a freelance writer and novelist.

Deborah's first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author's Guild. She was the first recipient of the Janet Dailey Award.

Through His Eyes (April, 2014) is her first romantic suspense book. It has paranormal elements and is erotic. It’s the first book in the Mind’s Eye series.

Through His Touch (September, 2014) is the second book in the Mind’s Eye series featuring psychic detectives Trudy Tucker and Levi Wolfe.

Lover of the west and the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong, independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV westerns which have served her well. Living in Oklahoma has also been a godsend. Since she appreciates men with devilish twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in her books.

Also widely published in non-fiction, she and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She has been a guest speaker at numerous writers’ conferences, including Romance Writers of America (RWA), Writers, Inc., and the Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. She has served as a judge in numerous writing contests throughout the United States and has judged manuscripts in RWA’s Golden Heart Awards and RITA Awards. She is currently working on her next historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.

In 2012 her books were re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of new fans. Her books have made the Amazon bestseller list and “Too Tough To Tame” hit the #1 historical romance spot for Kindle Readers.

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