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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Shifters/Werewolves, Erotic Romance. Wicked for You by Erzabet Bishop



Today I’m thrilled to feature Wicked for You, Westmore Wolves, Book 1 by Erzabet Bishop.

Genre: Shifters/Werewolves, Erotic Romance

Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-64-7

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill

Book Description


 True love awaits. Passion burns bright…

Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of cinnamon-scented dreams?  Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy females to find the one woman who enchanted his heart?

She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world…

Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips CafĂ©. Bound by pack law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf out of her head.

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 Excerpt


Carrick stood with his back to his second in command, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to break the double doors open and bound into the woods rather than face the torment waiting for him in the grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy females. All vying for the privilege of putting his cock and balls into their handbags like some godforsaken trophy.

Fuck.

Ever year he’d dodged the bullet, but this year one of the hungry piranha circling his house would become his mate.

Double fuck. He’d been through this before. He already had one. He just needed to find her, but the elders wouldn’t listen.

“You have to make a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room and stood in front of him, blocking his view.

Carrick growled and spun away. “I’ll find her.”

Reid’s lips flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger. “You know the rules. Thirty-six is the last year an Alpha can rule without a mate by his side. The pack needs an Alpha female to be whole.”

“The pack is stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting how I got here?”

Reid swallowed and backed up a step. “No. Justin was a horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy him. He was wrong for the Westmore Pack. Evil.”

And the bastard had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to enslave his pack rather than uplift it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in the days that followed would disturb him for the rest of his days. He could still see the faces of the women Justin had taken against their will and the shivering form of his sister and the strange girl who stood up to a monster.

Hers was the face that haunted his dreams. Her need reached out to him and made him into who he needed to be to overcome a near impossible situation. He had been up against a being far superior in strength but what he lacked in brawn, he’d more than made up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the electricity he felt when he touched her. His wolf recognized his mate and so did he. Now all that remained was to find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. No one knew her name and, with her face partially shifted, her image was only a fleeting ghost in his mind.

“You’re damned right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His father would be proud of the work he’d done. He’d turned the Westmore Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative operation centered on the newly formed security company owned by him and his second, Reid. Where people had once feared shifters for their propensity for violence because of Justin and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people paid for their protection. Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard about the weekend’s festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.

It made him fucking nauseous.

The one person he needed to find and he couldn’t and it made him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few days, he would either have to relinquish his role as Alpha or marry a gold digging piece of arm candy. The closest person he’d found was a barista at the coffee place he frequented but she didn’t look anything like the girl in his dreams. And now whenever she saw him coming, she hightailed it for the hills.

But she had popped a whisker.

Just like his goddess.

Jesus. He was losing his shit. Completely.

About the Author


Erzabet Bishop is the award winning author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts interactive erotic romances, Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate, Crave, A Red Dress for Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of Lust, Club Beam, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II, Hungry for More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants, Bondage Bites, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and more. She was a finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

For more information on books by Erzabet, visit her website:







Monday, October 19, 2015

Best Way to Tame a Bad Wolf? Be a Little Wicked Yourself. Wicked Odd by Virginia Nelson.



Today it’s my pleasure to feature Wicked Odd by Virginia Nelson.

A Wicked Tale
ARe Books

Genre: M/F, Werewolves, PNR 

About the Book


Best way to tame a bad wolf? Be a little wicked yourself…

Carmen finds it hard to trust—then again, her father went mad and had to be put down by her current Alpha. Carmen might hold a position of power within the pack, but part of her always wonders if they could turn on her as quickly as they did him. When she finds a man who she’s pretty sure the current Alpha failed on a lot of levels, she decides to take matters into her own hands and prove Dara isn’t as perfect of an Alpha as everyone thinks.

Seth lost his mate, but he survived. He can’t stand to watch other wolves happily carrying on with their lives and mates after he’d failed to protect his own. Dara allows him his privacy and ensures that he survives, even if there are days when he wishes otherwise. When one headstrong and opinionated she-wolf decides she’s going to end the unique hell of his isolation, Seth has to make a choice…

Kick her butt to the curb or answer the call to claim her. But can he dare claim another mate when he knows he failed once to be the man his mate needed?

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Excerpt

  
The stink of humans slathered in too much cologne and perfume competed with the smell of open beers and possible promiscuity in a cloud of inevitable shame—at least to Seth. He wasn’t sure why he still bothered to come down from his hill to visit the dance hall, but it was a ritual he practiced on one specific night of every year.

“Seth!” called Alex Jewel. “Good to see you, man.”

Seth grunted and nodded as he passed over the cover charge. “’Sup, buddy?”

“Not much. Haven’t seen you in ages. How the hell have you been?”

With a shrug, Seth headed past him and down the hall that led to the bar and dance floor. The ritual must be completed exactly for him to feel satisfied, which meant one beer on the outside patio, one inside, then he could go home.

Not that fulfilling the pattern actually made him feel any better at the end of the day. Still...

He ordered the first beer and headed outside with it. Few were out on the patio, but then again that was typical, too, for this time of year. Only the really dedicated smokers or secret lovers looking for a quiet dark spot would bother to brave the humid, still summer air—filled with tiny and annoying biting bugs—to sit outside.

Watching a single large-wing katydid perched on the fence helped him pass the time. He ignored the humans with their clouds of smoke and lust. The katydid busily cleaned his wings while Seth sipped the beer. It wasn’t as cold as he preferred, and he never drank this brand any other time of the year, but that, too, was part of the tradition.

Soon, his beer had been emptied and the katydid had flown to do whatever important insect tasks awaited him in the darkness.

Heading back inside, Seth caught the scent of a wolf and scanned the dance floor to see if he recognized whoever it might be.

He pinpointed the direction of the aroma to be near the stage, which meant the smell must be coming from one of two women dancing near the speakers. He couldn’t help the half smile the sight brought him. One of the women wore silver leg braces, yet danced with carefree abandon and a smile. Her movements might be restricted by her obviously weak legs, yet her joy flowed as effervescent as anyone else’s in the room, if not more. Next to her dark haired beauty, her dance partner looked particularly mundane. The other woman had boy-short blonde hair and seemed just as happy. Something about the pair caught his wolf’s attention, but he wasn’t sure what other than the fact it was good to see an obviously crippled woman having a good time with a friend.

Shrugging off the oddity, he moved to the bar to order the second ritual beer. Once he had it in hand, he headed for the small booth at the back of the dance hall as per routine. From there, however, he broke the pattern a bit. Instead of staring at the Elvis cut-out hanging on the wall below a clock with only fives—because it was always five o’clock somewhere—he watched the girls dancing.

At one point, the blonde went and got them both drinks, so they backed away from the dance floor to cool off then went right back to dancing. His wolf stirred again, but he disregarded it. But then the blonde looked in his direction, a flash of yellow in her eyes. His wolf more than stirred at the glance, practically clawing him from the inside. Unsettled, he stood to leave. He’d finished the beer and therefore the dance hall portion of the ritual.

At the door, someone caught his arm. “Hey, do I know you?”

About the Author


Virginia Nelson, USA Today bestselling author, likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

For more information on other books by Virginia, visit her website: www.virg-nelson.com

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

A Werewolf, One-Night Stand and Unexpected Consequences. One Night with the Shifter by Theresa Meyers.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Theresa Meyers, author of One Night with the Shifter, Book Four in the Sons of Midnight Series, a Paranormal Romance. Chatting vampires and werewolves, sit back and relax while we interview!

Publisher: Harlequin  Nocturne 
Date of Publication:  February 2014

ISBN: 978-0-373-88590-9

ASIN: B00EFPXT7W

Number of pages: 304 pages



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Book Description


A one-night stand with a werewolf has unexpected consequences in Theresa Meyers's latest romance in the Sons of Midnight series.

After he is exiled from his pack, Tyee Grayson must learn to make it on his own. But one night with a beautiful stranger who has luminous blue eyes changes everything…. Especially when his instincts shout that she is the one. 

All elementary school teacher Jessica Brierly wanted was a night on the wild side, but when she finds herself pregnant, all the rules change. Not only does her lover have more secrets than she ever imagined, but suddenly they're both fighting off vampires. 

When vampires attack the town she dearly loves, Ty must work with his old pack to save them from a ruthless enemy who could kill not only his mate and his unborn child—but the entire human race.

Let's Interview!


SKY:  What inspired you to write this book?

THERESA:  Sometimes a character will inspire me, and sometimes a place. In One Night with the Shifter it was a little bit of both. To be honest, what started it was the hero. I felt so bad for Tyee Grayson as the beta werewolf of the Wenatchee Were pack getting kicked out of his position in the pack as the next alpha at the end of The Half-Blood Vampire that he practically screamed in my head for his own story.  I wanted to tell what happened after he had to start over, creating a new pack of his own. The second inspiration came from my own small home town of Port Orchard, WA. There’s this bar in town, the Bethel Tavern. I’ve been to it twice with friends who grew up around here. It’s not a place you go to alone and certainly not if you aren’t ready for something a little rough around the edges. I tried to describe it faithfully as the bar where they get into the bar fight with the vampires. The house the heroine and her brothers live in is known around here as the Cedar Cove Inn, and you can look online for pictures of it. It’s a fantastic little bed and breakfast. 

SKY:  How did you come up with the title?

THERESA:  LOL. You know it wasn’t supposed to be the title. I always tend to come up with titles first and that’s what the story is in my head even if the title changes. Originally I had named it Her Big, Bad Wolf, because it was my first book in the Sons of Midnight mini-series featuring a werewolf hero rather than a vampire, but my editor asked me for alternatives and at about the third round of suggestions she decided she liked One Night with the Shifter.

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

THERESA:  I’m always working on more than one project. Right now I’m finishing a vampire novella that will be part of an anthology with several other vampire authors that’s due out this spring. I’m also working on crafting a new paranormal mini-series for Harlequin Nocturne as well as writing on my next Shadow Sisters book, Shadow Hunter set in the dark fae world I write for Entangled. Later this year I’ll be writing on a New Adult book and a YA book. So there’s plenty of projects in the works.

SKY:  What sort of personality does your hero have?

THERESA:  Tyee Grayson is a lone wolf—literally. He’s left his pack because he can’t get along with the new alpha werewolf.  He’s trying to start over, keeping his paranormal side undercover as he teaches an outdoor survival skills school to members of the military. Underneath it all Ty wants to belong and have a family. He misses his pack, but he’s too proud to go back or ask for help until something matters more to him than his own ego. He’s protective, fierce and loyal, just like you’d expect from wolves that mate for life. I always create a soundtrack to each book I write that I play while I’m writing.  Ty’s song was “All-American Nightmare” by Hinder and my favorite lines out of the song were “nice guys are last, ‘cause I’m always first. I’m a freak show sucker for how it feels, turn the girl next door into hell on heels.” I thought it captured his bad boy persona just right.

SKY:  What sort of personality does your heroine have?

THERESA:  Ahhh, Jessica Brierly. She’s your all-American small-town girl with too many brothers who all think they know what’s good for her even though she’s an adult. As an elementary teacher, she knows all too well that her behavior matters, but after a lifetime in the same small town where everyone knows everyone, she wants a fling with someone that’s totally unrelated to life in Sinclair. Part of that has to do with growing up with her brothers in charge and as the only girl in the family. Jess isn’t rash, but she is independent and doesn’t always see things the way her brothers do. She’s fiercely loyal, in fact you could say in some ways that’s her biggest fault. One of the most things about writing Jess was taking the fear that’s so natural when you find out your pregnant for the first time and wondering if you are doing everything right, and compounding it by having her realize there was no rule book for being pregnant with a were for a mate. All those insecurities are amped up but at the same time are exactly what make her so perfect to be Ty’s alpha female. Jess would do anything to put her family first—just like him. She was also fun to write because all my life I’ve been surrounded by teachers, and I’ve had the opportunity to be a substitute teacher myself for a number of years, so I understand what she’s thinking as a teacher.

SKY:  Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

THERESA:  I don’t always get the luxury of choosing where I write. I write anywhere I can, whenever I can: in the car in a cheap spiral notebook in the car while waiting for my teens to get out of practice, on the desktop computer in my turret office, and even sometimes I’ll text stuff on my phone to my email just so I capture it. If I do get to pick, I like to be in my office, or curled up on the couch in my living room with the sunshine spilling over my shoulder.

SKY:  What sources do you use for research?

THERESA:  I use the Internet a lot, but also my research librarian at my local library and the host of books in my office that range on topics from everything to herbal remedies and Feng Shui to art history books and Greek mythology. When you are writing paranormal romance, you draw from a number of sources to make what you are creating as authentic as possible and grounded in something real whether it’s history, herbology, or ancient societies.

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

THERESA:  That’s kind of a trick question when it comes to me. I started having my writing published nationally when I was 17 and got a short story piece published in Merlin’s Pen as part of an extra credit English assignment in high school. I wrote for newspapers for years and magazines, but in fiction I’ve been writing far, far longer than I’ve been published. I started writing my first romance novel when I was seventeen as a self-created elective my senior year along with a few friends. As long as we produced written pages and showed progress in our chosen writing projects, we were given an A for the class. My first novel was published by Harlequin in 2009 and since then I’ve been thrilled to have several more. One Night with the Shifter will be my sixteenth published book, but probably the twentieth I’ve written. 

SKY:  Do you prefer to write short stories, novellas or novels? Why?

THERESA:  You know, that’s a really good question. For me I prefer writing full-length novels. A novella takes just as much planning for me as a novel because it’s a full story just in a very short package. That means I don’t have time to do as many layers in the story because I have to keep everything tight and condense to the storyline of the two main characters. 

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

THERESA:  Yes, I write several series! Thanks for asking. When writing my brain tends to come up with entire complex worlds filled with lots of different characters who all deserve a story of their own. One Night with the Shifter is part of my Sons of Midnight series featuring vampires and werewolves in the Seattle area. My Legend Chronicles are paranormal steampunk romances that are best described as what would happen if you took the television series Supernatural and mashed it together with the movie Wild Wild West (even though I started writing my three brothers named after guns who are supernatural hunters YEARS before there ever was a Supernatural television show.) I also have a contemporary romance series I’m working on that will start with The Geek Billionaire Makeover that comes out in April from Entangled and I’m working on a new paranormal world that hopefully will debut in the next year. I also am writing on the Shadow Sisters series for Entangled which features the four O’Connell sisters who can see dark fae and get caught up in their plans to retake our world that started with the novella Shadowlander. Readers can always find what I’m working on next by following me on Twitter @Theresa_Meyers liking my Facebook page at 
www.facebook.com/TheresaMeyersAuthor or my going to my website www.theresameyers.com

Thanks so much for having me visit today, it’s been a lot of fun talking with you!

SKY:  My pleasure, Theresa. Great interview!

Excerpt


The air was clean and cold outside. Ty’s head cleared, his senses grew sharper. The cool evening breeze, heavy with the salty scent of nearby Puget Sound, ruffled Jess’s hair, sticking honey-colored wisps to her full, rosy lips.

“You okay?” he asked as he gently tucked the strands back behind her ear.

Jess blinked, and stared up at him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief in her eyes. “What just happened in there?”

He tried to give her a lopsided grin, but it turned into a wince when he found his jaw was tender from the hits the vampire had landed. He rubbed the soreness. The night air chilled the dribble of blood from the cut on his cheek, making it wet and cold, but there was no scent of vampire. The third one must have been smart enough to ditch his buddies. His body ached from the fight, but it would heal fast enough. “A bar fight with strangers.”

“You didn’t know those guys?” she asked, looking around her nervously. “They seemed pretty intent on messing with you.” She grazed the corner of his mouth with her fingertips. “You’re hurt.”

The light touch was enough to send a powerful surge of awareness pounding through him that wiped away any of the ache that remained. Damn. There was no doubt in his mind there was a strong Mesmer forming with this woman.

He gently moved her fingers away from his mouth, keeping them folded in his. Her hands were fine boned and slender and feminine. “No big deal.”

Her full lips tipped up into a soft smile, making him crave to kiss her. “Tough guy, huh?” She pulled a car remote from her pocket and pushed it, making the lights flash on a silver pickup on the edge of the dirt-and-gravel parking area beside the bar.

“Sounds like you’ve been around a few.”

She opened the driver’s door to the pickup and turned, standing in the gap, staring at him, her head tilted. “A few. But they’re nothing like you.”

Ty closed the gap between them, putting one hand on the door frame, shielding her from view of the parking lot but maintaining space between them. He knew better than to get close enough to be swamped by temptation. The Mesmer might be working on him, but that didn’t mean she’d understand if he came on too strong. Especially not after the fight.

“If you want to head home, I understand. I’ll stay here awhile and make sure those guys don’t follow you home.”

She reached out and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt near his collarbones, pulling him close until he was chest to chest with her. The soft swells of her breasts pressed against him and the minty scent of her hair, and hint of lilac on her skin teased his sensitive sense of smell. Everything within him went silent and still, fixated on the lush curve of her mouth so damn close to his he could feel the warmth of her breath.

“What I want is for you to come home with me.” Jess stood on her tiptoes and looked up into his face, the dark fringe of lashes around her eyes making the blue luminous. Her rapid pulse beat against his chest, taking over the rhythm until his matched the pace she set. For a second the world tilted sideways.

Ty’s gaze dropped to the silky, damp edge of her lips and he was lost. He dipped down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and willing, tasting of peppermint. She tasted so damn sweet, hot and spicy all at once. A warm, viscous heat flowed through his veins, coating and drowning out every other sensation until he was hot and hard at the same time.

Ty gripped the edge of the truck’s door frame, nearly denting the sheet metal with his fingertips. But he was determined to keep his hands to himself, even though they itched to touch her. Heat seeped through his shirt, the temperature difference amplified by the chill in the air. The kiss turned deeper, slicker, the tip of her tongue brushing against his. The spicy fragrance of female that spiked the air left no doubt she was aroused. When they broke apart, both of them were breathing hard, their breath creating misty white clouds.

“You sure about this?” He could control his body, but not the rough edge of his voice as he struggled to maintain composure. “I could follow you.”

Jess looked up at him, her dark lashes dropping a fraction, giving her a sultry look. “Hop in.”

He was smart enough not to argue with her, but that didn’t mean that the little voice of human reason in the back of his head wasn’t screaming loudly that this was stupid and rash. He should take his own vehicle so he didn’t get stuck who knew where. He didn’t know a damn thing about her. Couldn’t read her mind and certainly hadn’t asked enough questions. But this was a Mesmer, the wild Were instinct side of him shouted back. No one, Were especially, could blame him for responding so quickly and profoundly to her. And hell, he could always follow his nose and walk back if he needed to.

“Anything you say,” he answered. He waited until she climbed up into the cab, admiring the way the dark denim jeans hugged the curve of her ass, then closed the truck door and walked around the back of the pickup. An uneasy sensation raised the hairs on his skin. He glanced over his shoulder one last time to make sure they weren’t being followed.

About the Author



Raised by a bibliophile who made the dining room into a library, Theresa has always been a lover of books and stories. First a writer for newspapers, then for national magazines, she started her first novel in high school, eventually enrolling in a Writer's Digest course and putting the book under the bed until she joined Romance Writers of America in 1993. In 2005 she was selected as one of eleven finalists for the American Title II contest, the American Idol of books. She is married to the first man she ever went on a real date with (to their high school prom), who she knew was hero material when he suffered through having to let her parents drive, and her brother sit between them in the backseat of the car.

They currently live in a Victorian house on a mini farm in the Pacific Northwest with their two children, three cats, two horses, an energetic mini-Aussie shepherd, a rabbit, parakeet and an out-of-control herb garden. 

You can find her online at her website www.theresameyers.com or frequently on Twitter @Theresa_Meyers

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Thursday, June 27, 2013

Jovan Hause and André St. James Tell All! Jaclyn Tracey's, Eden's Sins.

 
June's nearly over but the fun’s just beginning here at A Writer’s Mind ! It's time for another 'End of Week Character Blowout.' Today and tomorrow I’ll be inviting over Jovan Hause and AndrĂ© St. James from Jaclyn Tracy’s latest release, Eden’s Sins. Typically, I post the heroine’s interview on Thursday and the hero’s on Friday but thought it might be interesting to post the answers to the same questions one right after the other. So I’ll post half the interview today and the other half tomorrow. Mind you, the characters were NOT together when interviewed so it’ll be interesting to see how well their individual answers compare. *grins*

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Before we get started let’s learn a little bit more about this fabulous book!

BLURB: Jovan Hause made a date with destiny after she cast one impetuous love spell asking for a man to make her forget everything, but their love. A moment later she encountered a steamy vision of what her future held and by the gods she believed she’d been sent one. Oh, the things the man did to her body with his tongue alone. Unfortunately she had no idea of the man’s name or what he looked like, but she did know he would arrive with the next train. All she had to do was convince her overbearing brother she’d be fine. Blazing a trail to the station she plowed one gent down in the street and never looked back, unfortunately all the passengers were gone when she arrived. Humiliation steering her home, Jovan slammed into the same man a second time only this time she saw stars.

On his way back to Paris after chasing one ghoul in a city of walking cadavers AndrĂ© St. James got knocked on his royal rump by what could only be called a goddess. What to do with a beautiful woman he’d just butt heads with? Nothing gentlemanly came to mind until she regained
consciousness. He took the young lady to his hotel room and called for help. Drawn to her, he planted his nose in the crook of her neck and by the gods now understands why cats go insane with catnip. This woman has intoxicated him with her scent alone. Deciding he only knows one way to wake the woman, he tries for true love’s kiss. The silly tale worked, just not like the charm he’d hoped for. The woman had a temper and nearly chomped off his tongue when she came around.

After three days of amnesia, Jovan is no closer to finding her past, but she realizes her future looks royally smashing. Jovan and AndrĂ© find they’re a perfect match together whether it’s killing the zombies and assassins after them or having their bodies tangled and fused together in one orgasmic tryst after another. When a man from Jovan’s past called her name, Jovan’s world came crashing down because her memory returned. Finding out she’s a witch a lynch mob awaits her with a short rope and a sturdy tree. And just when she didn’t think it could get any worse, standing there with a rope around her delicate neck and praying for a speedy rescue, a woman came from nowhere and yanked the chair from under her. When she comes to she has choices to make. Her brother is dying after being savagely attacked by werewolves. If she goes to AndrĂ© her brother might die. If she goes to her brother she might lose AndrĂ©. Her choices are a testament to the saying; Life isn’t fair. She cares for her brother and runs like the wind for the train but once again finds she is standing at an empty train depot alone. 

AndrĂ© saw her swinging from the gallows, feet kicking and blue eyes bulging. He felt his heart stop. Then she wasn’t dead and his heart found a rhythm… until she waltzed off with a skeletal man without even a ‘kiss my royal ass good bye’.

Three years later fate’s hand deals Jovan and AndrĂ© a second chance, but first they must defeat their past including the perverse undead trying to steal the throne from under them, not caring who gets crowned in the process.

Interview time!


SKY:  Tell us a little bit about you.

JOVAN: Thank you for having me here today Sky. I—ah, don’t know if I should tell you all about me, because there’s a few people out there that would love naught more than to see me swinging from the gallows or seeing if I sink or swim. I am what some may call a hag, although I find this description completely unflattering. Others call me a witch. My brother, Julian, on occasion has called me something that rhymes with that. I have the ability to stun a crowd of people. AndrĂ©, my lover, thinks it’s due to my beauty. I’m going to let him keep thinking this.

In reality I have a power called the flash of light. It’s sort of like staring into the sun too long. Makes ya forget everything coz you’re too worried about your brain sizzling. Instant amnsesia. I have a true green thumb. No really, it’s green most of the time. I am an excellent gardener.  Plant my fingers in the earth’s rich soil and daisies and any other life form pop up. Not dead people though. My soon to be sister-in-law Serina has that power covered. She just has no clue how to control it.

So, I am also somewhat impetuous. I happened to cast a little love spell and it got me more than I bargained for. Amnesia for 3 days. A lover that stole my heart and a maraude of ghouls, vamps, and werewolves pining for me and my favorite book, The Bound Grimoire.  Am I rambling on? I’m sorry. You keep interrupting me, waving a white flag trying to ask another question. I’ll shush.

ANDRE: Where to start? Well, I am 1 of 3. Set of triplets. We were lied to our entire lives and brought up as cousins. Or I was. My sister, Raven and my identical twin, Lucian were raised together. I got the evil aunt who hired a black witch to give us all potions to make us out to be the village idiots and she wanted to budge the line to the throne and she didn’t care who she crowned to get there. She murdered our parents when we were sixteen then shortly thereafter she fell off the face of the earth. We thought she died until she recently crawled out of her casket.

I am smitten with a young enchantress, Jovan Hause. Bespelled works as well. I can’t take my eyes off her. Seriously, every time I do we end up in trouble fighting for our lives. The woman is trouble. Fun, but trouble, in an exhausting, exhilarating sense. I’ve never felt more alive when she’s by my side fighting the undead.

SKY:   Remembering the moment you first laid eyes on Andre/Jovan, what thoughts come to mind?

JOVAN: The daft bloke was in my way. I was on my way to the train depot to meet the man of my dreams and he was a casualty of my trampling him down.  For the record, when I got to the depot it was void of people. The second time I slammed into AndrĂ©, I had a moment to take in all his glory before I saw stars, yes, the gaseous little bubbles and I passed out. The 3rd time isn’t necessarily the charm either. I woke up with his tongue tickling me tonsils and I chomped on the fleshy stub. Later I would be thankful I didn’t sever the little muscle because the man knows how to use it. Did I say too much again? Did you spike my drink? I never talk this much.

ANDRE: My life just got turned upside down. No really, it did. The woman knocked me on my arse and when I got up I knew my life would forever be changed. Jovan laying there unconscious reminded me of an angel. Truth be known, she’s a little devil. The woman taunts me without realizing it, or maybe she knows exactly what she does and enjoys playing with me. I know I enjoy it. 

SKY:   He/she has one trait you adored from the start. What is it? You know without doubt he/she appreciates one of your traits. Share what you think that is.

JOVAN: AndrĂ© has the most sensual lips I’ve ever seen on a man. There’s a pout on the bottom lip I feel is my goddess given duty to try to kiss away. And the man is always protecting me. I find it nice. Reassuring. Sometimes flat out annoying. I can take care of meself and him. He’s also got a wicked sense of humor. Or at least he thinks he does 

ANDRE: Jovan is outspoken and strong willed. All the women I’ve ever known you can compare to a blank piece of parchment. Jovan is an unedited, untamed sultry heroine who demands your attention. She has mine and unfortunately every other male in town. She’s bewitched an entire village.

In me? What’s not to appreciate or like? I’m solid, ruggedly handsome and funny. I’m laughing at your face right now thinking I’ve the largest hubris around. That’s not all that’s large…Wink wink!

SKY:  He/she has one trait you’d change if you could. What is it? Oh yeah, there’s a trait you know he’d/she’d change about you…fess up!

JOVAN: He’s a hopeless romantic. He thinks true love’s kiss is the answer to all relationship problems. I wish he was right and it was that simple, but me mum taught me differently. Men leave when you least expect it and most need them.

For me to change? Won’t happen. I’m stubborn, foul lipped and impetuous. And he loves me for it. Well of course he does, he’s hopelessly an imbecile. Handsome as hell though. And sexy.

ANDRE: She can’t trust the one thing we do best together. Love one another. She has this silly notion I’m going to leave her someday. Not on her life. She calls me a hopeless romantic. Not hopeless at all. In fact quite the contrary. She’s the one thing I live for.

SKY:  Thanks for a great interview!

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