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We have author Sloan McBride in the house today! Welcome Sloan, and thanks so much for agreeing to be interviewed.
Personally, we love time travel romances, and we will definitely be reading her Time Walker Series!
HFP: How did you come up with the idea for the Time Walker Series?
A: I really can’t give you an exact answer to that question. I have always been fascinated with the idea of time travel. I read gads and gads of paranormal romance and fantasy romance books. One day this thought popped into my head about an army who could walk through different eras in time to battle evil and save humanity. It kind of grew from there. Once I had the idea, I wanted to find the mythology to go with it so I started researching different mythologies. I settled on Sumerian Mythology because it had stories that meshed with my idea.
HFP: How many books will be in this series?
A: I will go on and on as long as readers like them and as long as I can keep coming up with new material. I don’t want to get to a point where it seems like the same story again and again.
HFP: What time periods are you going to cover? Will they all take place in modern times?
A: The nice thing about these time walkers is that there are no limits to what time periods I use. I will pick what interests me and start down the research road. (I actually love doing research.) They will not all be in modern times. Book 1 and Book 3 are in our time, but Book 2 – “The Treasure” is during pirate times, the year 1718. Book 4 is in the rough planning stages and it will be set in an apocalyptic future.
HFP: Tell us a little bit about the heroine in The Fury.
A: Reese Whittaker is an archeologist. She has a small team and they do fairly well with finds and digs. Her mother died of cancer three years ago, and her dad still mourns. Her sister, Riley, couldn’t handle seeing her dad like that so she went to Europe. Reese has tried different relationships that never work out which she blames on her occupation. She is reliable, stubborn, and takes her job seriously—including the one of taking care of her dad. She doesn’t cower in the face of the danger. Not that she isn’t scared, but she will let no one control her.
HFP: What is the hero like in The Fury?
A: Dagan is the son of the Air God – Enlil. He has been a time walker for centuries and he is used to having things his way. He tries to use a tad bit of mindful suggestions on Reese, which does not work. He is constantly ordering her to do things and that creates a spark of anger in Reese. His reactions to Reese are causing some headaches. One because it is against time walker law to interact with the humans unless absolutely necessary, and two the more time he spends with her, the more out of control his desires become.
HFP: Why does Celeste from The Treasure decide to be a pirate?
A: Celeste becomes a pirate to get close to Blackbeard so she can kill him. There is some bitterness there.
HFP: When will The Treasure be available? Can I pre-order it anywhere else besides Amazon?
A: The Treasure is due out on April 11, 2016. It is currently up for pre-order at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iBooks. You can also go to Smashwords.com and get any of the ebook formats too. The pre-order price is $2.99, but will go up to $3.99 when the book is released.
HFP: Will the books in this series be made into paperbacks at some point?
A: Absolutely. All my books are available in print through CreateSpace (which is an Amazon affiliate). So, you can find the print books on either my website: www.sloanmcbride.com or you can order them on Amazon.
HFP: I get the sense these books are going to be more than time travel romances, that they will also have quite a bit of the supernatural in them. Is this true?
A: Yep. I love the supernatural. In the time walker novels you will be dealing with not only the time walking, but the time walkers battle the demons from the Underworld to save the human race. The leader, Kur, has a definite agenda to destroy the gods, and he’s using human descendants of the gods as a weapon. Depending on what time period I’m writing in, you will also see various people from history.
HFP: Okay, now for the fun question. LOL. What’s your favorite desert?
A: Ginormous hot fudge sundae with peanut butter and chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins with loads of whipped cream.
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In a small village over the mountains surrounding Kyoto, the villagers prepare for an annual tradition. All seems to go well until the village is stormed and all the inhabitants are taken prisoner, except one. Simple village girl, Osei, finds herself alone in the misty mountains on her way to the city. A run in with a near death experience brings her to Kilik, an extremely powerful samurai who vows to keep her safe. Their ventures pull them both into a war beyond imagination, and Osei finds herself gradually transforming into something that she grew up to fear…a samurai.
“Who sent you?” Kilik bellowed. “Who is the traitor? Tell me or you won’t live to see morning!”
“I’m already a dead man,” the man laughed, he was no longer resisting as he knew Kilik was way too strong. “I tell you what I know…then Tenshin kills me. I stay quiet…you kill me. I personally think that torture at the hands of Tenshin is far worse than anything you can throw at me…do your worst, you worthless dog!”
“Very well…” Kilik sighed, bringing the man up to his feet. “I’ll offer you another option. Go to whoever it is that has betrayed Suzuki, and tell them that I am coming for blood.”
“What?” the man shuddered. The attacker let out a sigh of relief after Kilik moved over to his clothes that were on the floor and put on his trousers and jacket.
“Or better yet…” Kilik continued, clutching his spear tightly. The man jerked forward in agony and blood began to pour from his mouth after Kilik thrust his spear into his abdomen.
“You’ll achieve…nothing…by killing me!” the man stuttered as Kilik lifted him into the air with his weapon.
“I disagree…” Kilik growled. “After you…”
“Fuck…you!” the man screamed. Kilik let out a roar and catapulted the helpless assailant through the door and halfway down the corridor. The hole that appeared at the expense of an enemy life had revealed the sounds of clashing steel and battle cries rushing into the room from the courtyard. We rushed to the balcony to find that men dressed similar to the one Kilik just killed were attacking Atari soldiers in the mosaic courtyard.
About Craig Kimber:
Start of Career: I started writing as a hobby at the beginning of February 2011, and my love for samurai stories led me to begin writing "The Rose Warriors: Uprising." Originally named "The Five Rose Warriors," its main influence was the video game, "Way of the Samurai." When playing the game I found that a single samurai building a faction to take down a vast empire was simply exhilarating, so I decided that I need to make that my aim. The story started as a simple village girl learning to be a samurai, but the idea just wasn't special enough. I asked myself "What will make this book different to every other book I have read?" So I did some research and I found that there were hardly any stories written about the historic fall of the samurai, which the movie "The Last Samurai (Tom Cruise)" is revolved around.
After the first four chapters I let my friend read it, and I was told it was the best story he had ever read. I passed it around to get some further opinions, and I was asked every time "What happens next?" with the upmost enthusiasm. I thought up some ideas for how to make the story different to every other samurai rebellion story, so I called upon another genre passion, fantasy. I took the end of the samurai era, and transformed it into a war filled with magic and supernatural beings.
I spent every single night coming up with ideas of how to make it better and all I could think about while living life was the story, and it was from that moment I discovered my calling was to make a living of my newfound passion. More ideas for stories started to fill my head and began to make plans for future novels, including the sequel to "Uprising," "Revival."
A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.
“You need to come with me now,” Devlin said. “Teleport us to Davy’s.”
I knew why instantly. “No,” I said, trying to walk away and getting nowhere. “I don’t want to see him.”
“I don’t care what you want,” Devlin said forcefully. “You are taking us there, and making up with him.”
“Fuck you, I’m not!” I yelled.
Devlin shook me hard, making my teeth rattle. “Listen, you bitch!” he growled. “Ulysses challenged me for my territory an hour ago. I need to fight him in a week. And I need you and Lash focused, because you need to help me prepare.”
I was quiet now, listening to his words and trying to process them.
“Teleport us there now,” Devlin said stridently. “Then just tell him you love him—”
“He doesn’t love me!” I screamed.
Devlin ignored me, and kept talking. “—and that you want him back.”
“You’re just like him, you know?” I said viciously. “Always trying to make me give another chance to someone who doesn’t deserve one!”
Devlin stared at me, looking so hurt I trailed off into silence. “You came back to me because he asked you to?” he whispered. “Not because you wanted to?”
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Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers – Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
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I flipped the bacon and the sausage just in time, and told Lash to mix up the pancake batter. He gave me a blank look.
I cracked up laughing, and he laughed too, even though it was at his expense. I got the ingredients in a bowl, and handed it to him, and he mixed. Then we traded again, and I gave him some bacon and sausage to eat.
“Put in the bagels or toast, please,” I said, pouring the pancake batter into the hot frying pans. Lash did it, and then he was easing up behind me again, putting his arms around me.
“You make me so happy, Sar,” he said softly, moving my hair with one hand so he could kiss my neck. “I never thought—”
I heard a low growl, and looked up to see Theo and Terian in the doorway.
Theo’s eyes were yellow, and Terian’s were red, as they beheld Lash and me in our robes, him holding me as I made us breakfast. I could smell the scent of sex on myself, and I knew they could both smell it, too, and also probably that it had been only minutes before they arrived.
“I told you we should have driven here, not teleported right in,” Terian said, rolling his eyes. He didn’t look surprised, likely because I had just asked him for that potion.
Theo seemed unable to take his eyes off Lash and me. I went crimson under his steady gaze and looked down, but Lash just gave them both a wide grinning smile.
“Sorry, we didn’t know we had company,” Lash hissed gleefully, resting his head on my shoulder, holding me as he looked at them. “As you can see, we weren’t expecting any visitors.”
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Lord Christopher Templeton: Angel or Demon? Angel and Demon! Two faces. One fucking gorgeous man! And only two people to switch him either way. Now Lord Christopher Templeton is going to prove himself to the entire universe. The past in his power. The present in his lust. The future in his temper. Because he is The Lord. Because us is sex!
It’s Christmas time, and Eriah Jameson has returned home to restart his family’s business. Due to his wild child past, no one is friendly or welcoming to Barrow Haven’s black sheep.
Aylin Myers lost her job when Eriah’s father took ill. She knows Eriah needs her help getting his business up and running again, but she doesn’t trust him. If he fails, she knows it will dishonor his father’s memory. And Aylin knows that at Christmas, it’s the right thing to help your fellow man—no matter how wretched he might be.
As Aylin gets to know Eriah, she sees a side of him Barrow Haven never saw. That perhaps the black sheep has changed for the better. Still, can she be sure this side of Eriah is real, and not just a facade he’s perfected over time to get his own way?
He took her hand firmly into his, and looked down into her eyes, his own blue eyes almost transparent in the light of the streetlamp above them.,
“I want to walk you home,” he insisted.
“Okay, let’s walk then.”
As they trudged through the newly fallen snow, Aylin held tight to his hand. The ice beneath her feet was absolutely treacherous. She’d never thought to put on winter boots before she left home that afternoon.
Most of the houses on both sides of her street were gaily decorated with multicolored strands of blinking lights. In the windows were wreaths or other festive decorations. It was truly a beautiful sight.
There were so many things she wanted to ask him as they walked, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answers, so she kept silent until they reached her front door.
She pushed the key into the lock, and turned it until it snapped open. As she turned the doorknob, there was a sudden bang, almost like a gunshot, and everything went dark around them.
The shock was so acute, she grabbed on to Eriah in the darkness, and felt his arms close around her. Her heart beat double time in her chest.
“Power’s out,” he said.
Of course. It was just a power outage. Probably from the winter storm that besieged them. Her heart began to slow to a more normal rhythm, her face still pressed against his shoulder.
After a moment, she stepped away, stomped her sneakers clean of snow, and stepped inside the warm house. Eriah remained on the doorstep. She couldn’t allow him to try to find his way home in complete blackness, and she did agree to talk with him. “Come on in.”
“Thanks, that’s nice of you.” She could hear the gratefulness in his voice, as she closed the door behind them.
“I guess this is one time I’m glad I’m in the candle business.”
She groped in the darkness until she felt the edge of her worktop and felt around the various objects until she came upon a lighter. She flicked it on, and her eyes adjusted to the dim light. A medium-sized snowball candle sat nearby. Quickly, she lit the wick before the lighter had a chance to burn her fingers, and a soft glow grew from the candle.
When she turned around, his lips came down upon hers. Soft, searching, her hand went to his cold cheek. Almost instantly, she reminded herself of what transpired between them the day before. But her heart her heart…overrode her mind’s stern warnings, until her mind won out and broke the kiss, and turned away from him. “I’m not starting this all over with you. I won’t get hurt again.”
He gently turned her face back to him. “We started something really good, and I screwed it up. I know that. I just want a chance to explain.”
For a few moments, her mind whipped back and forth, trying to decide what to do, what was right for her, what was right for him.
With no answer in sight, she finally conceded. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll hear you out, but I won’t promise you anything.”
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Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.
A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson James peaks her curiosity—his valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.
For three days and nights, passions are unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks, Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that leaves her questioning her sanity.
Fast forward years later and Noel is in the southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever anticipated.
In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s ecstasy resurrects.
And so does the Vampire.
"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”
Dark yet welcoming, the restaurant pulled them in with its ambiance.
The plastered walls were sponged in color blocks of a deep red and black. The ceilings were painted in a high polish black and stone black tile lined the floor. Striking kabuki masks and detailed silk kimono robes lined the walls
The women shared the restaurant with no one except the spiciness of sriracha seasonings and robust scent of the rich soy sauce that filled the air. They sat on their high top stools at the bar, enjoying the food and the reprieve from the heat.
“Air conditioning is nice, huh?” Noel asked.
“Yes, I’ll give you that. I forgot how sticky this weather can be. I think we have to get used to having bad hair and make up days.”
“I think you’re right.”
Suzanne finished sipping the last of the broth. “The soup is amazing. It’s not the kind of cuisine I had in mind for our vacation in Key West, though.”
“I had no clue this was even here. But, I needed this…helped with my hangover.”
“Absolutely. I think I can tackle a Sandhill Hooker shot or two today. After all, we are on the infamous Duval Street.”
“Okay, pickle juice that way…now you’re talking.”
She looked around the place and smiled. “It’s pretty cool in here.”
Suzanne leaned her head back. “And look at how high the ceiling is. I like all that exposed ductwork. I wonder what this place was before?”
“This used to be a club,” said the waitress as she carried in a case of liquor from the kitchen to the bar.
“This was a club?” Suzanne asked.
“Yeah. You two new to Key West?”
“First time here.”
Noel sat quietly listening to the conversation unfold between Suzanne and the waitress.
“You want a little history on this building you won’t hear about on any tour guide?” The waitress asked as she unpacked the box and carefully placed the bottles on the lighted shelves behind the bar.
“This restaurant and the entire vacant spot next door used to be one big club.” The waitress turned around and pointed towards the ceiling. “There was an entire second floor up there. The owners of the restaurant demolished it since the place is small and narrow. The height makes it feel spacious. You can sorta tell how it looked like the second floor with that small area they kept above the kitchen. The red spiral staircase you see leading up to that area…that’s original to the building.”
“Yeah, taking the second floor out does make it feel bigger. So the club must’ve been packed all the time to have two floors, huh?”
The waitress laughed and leaned against the counter. “They didn’t advertise. And you notice it’s off of Duval right?”
The women nodded.
“Not much foot traffic on this street like Duval. This was the hush-hush place. You had to get invited. Secret door knock and password would let you in—extremely private and exclusive.”
“You ever get invited?”
“Oh, God, no. I have no idea who got invited, but I wasn’t one of them. In fact, I never knew the club existed until a friend told me that the owners were going to put the building up for sale a few years ago. I was like, ‘what club?’ And the thing was, I walked past the place many times and always thought it was an abandoned building.”
“So what was the deal? Why was it private? What went on?”
“Rumors claimed it as an adult playground.”
“If the place was still in operation, somehow I know Suzanne would get an invite,” Noel chimed in.
Suzanne flashed a wicked smile.
“Possibly,” the waitress said. “Get’s your thoughts going, right? Like, what exactly happened in there? Who went there? But the one thing I was always curious about was seeing the place. They say it was like being on another planet.”
Noel awaited a break in the conversation to jump back in with her questions. But movement from out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She snapped her head to look at the loft area and gasped.
“What?” the waitress asked in a concerning tone.
She scanned the area in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” Suzanne asked.
“I-I thought I saw something up there.”
The waitress peered into the kitchen. “Can’t be. No one else is here except Jesse and he’s at sink.”
“What’s that door up there?”
“That’s the access point to the space next door, but its sealed shut from the other side. Trust me. I’ve tried to see if I could get in to sneak a peek.”
“What is it that you think you saw?” Suzanne asked.
She shrugged her shoulders as goose bumps paraded along her skin. The same feeling stirred again—as if she were being watched. “I thought I saw someone looking down on us from that railing.”
Suzanne turned to the waitress. “We partied a bit last night.”
“That tends to happen in Key West.”
“I think we’ll take the check and I’ll get this one out for some much needed fresh air and vitamin D.”
“I’m not crazy, Suzanne,” she whispered as she reached for her purse.
“I didn’t say you were. I just think you need to get outside.”
“Sammy told you right?”
“The boat? Me freaking out that someone was watching me last night?”
“Yes. But, honey, I think you’re just thinking of Dante being in this place and visualizing him. That’s all.”
The waitress slid the check across the counter and Suzanne immediately snatched it up. “My treat. You get drinks tonight.”
Suzanne placed the cash on top of counter. “Keep the change, darling. Thanks for the 411 on this place. Very interesting.”
“No problem. You guys go have fun.”
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Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing. Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.
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Tara Fox Hall’s writing career began in the pages of a small print magazine, Catnip Blossoms!, that a friend, Harald Moore, put out to promote his catnip farm in Johnsonville, New York. One short non-fiction article followed another, detailing her adventures saving wildlife, her experiences living on an acreage, and more than a few humorous recountings detailing the antics of her wacky pets. Written to delight, fascinate, and move readers, her simple but enchanting stories of country life quickly found a following. Tara kept publishing stories for the next five years, even as the name of the magazine changed to Meanwhile, and then to On The River, when the catnip farm went out of business, and Harald moved with his family to a new home near a river. These previously published stories are collected here for the first time with new added content, in the hopes of bringing a little more hope and inspiration into everyday life.
SET ME FREE
My tiger cat, Kesteral, used to be an indoor cat when we lived in the busy city of Binghamton not that long ago. Since we moved to the country, my once shy and nervous cat has become an avid hunter. It was not very long until he began demanding to go out at night.
At first I tried to enforce a 10pm curfew, which I staunchly believed that all good little cats should be able to follow. After a few nights, “Kester” decided that 6am was too late in the morning to be out looking for “early” mice. 3am was much better. I tried yelling at the yowling monster outside my bedroom door, but as soon as I would begin to drift off to sleep, Kester would take up right where he left off. I next tried threats of punishment. He retaliated by clawing through the carpet at the basement stairs in an effort to get into the basement (a certified mouse haven).
I stuck to my guns, believing when there was no further carpet shredding that the problem was solved. I had cured him of his insanity! Then lo and behold, Kester greeted me one morning when I opened my front door. He had chewed through the plastic expandable partitions at the side of the air conditioner and slipped out! I taped up the ragged hole. Not to be thwarted, my sweet little monster chewed through the tape.
I thought Hey, who is smarter here?and blocked off the sides of the air conditioner with pillows held in place by a table. Kester proved he was smarter by squeezing his way through. In a master ploy, I removed the air conditioner all together (it was late August—fall was practically here. A few days of sweating profusely was worth teaching dear Kester who was master). Ha! I thought triumphantly. He’s not getting out now!
With Theo facing deadly odds in a fight to the death, Sar makes a pact with Lash, agreeing to give Devlin another chance in return for Theo’s life. Reforging her relationship with her handsome vampiric lover mends old wounds, even as Theo moves to regain Sar just for himself. But Devlin’s old enemy Ulysses appears, taking Sar prisoner and burning Devlin badly in a surprise attack. Rescued at the eleventh hour by Lash, Sar nurses Dev back to health, Theo bristling at a distance. Yet Lash’s own day of reckoning is here as his long life ebbs to a finale, leaving Sar to face the decision of offering him salvation, knowing that the price is her own humanity.
1. Promise Me
2. Broken Promise
3. Taken in the Night
4. Taken for his Own
4.5. Promise Me Anthology
5. Immortal Confessions
6. Her Secret,
7. Point of No Return
8. Lost Paradise
9. Dark Solace
There was a rustling sound, then Lash came into view at the edge of the woods, snapping his coiled whip onto his belt as he walked in my direction through the tall grass. Relief flooded me, that I hadn’t stumbled on him either in snake form or naked, as he’d likely been a few minutes before. Lash was looking down as he walked, watching the ground for some reason, and didn’t see me.
I gathered my courage together, took a long breath, and then went to meet him. He heard me, his head snapping up after I’d gone a few steps. His face registered faint surprise, but didn’t call out a welcome. When we were face to face, we both stopped.
“What are you out here for?” he hissed, folding his arms over his chest, his eyes and tone cold. “Dev and Venus are inside.”
“Your help,” I ventured. “If you’ll give it to me, Lash—”
“No,” he said curtly, then walked around me.
I reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm. “Wait—”
He shook me off, and kept walking.
“Please,” I begged, hating the fact that I was pleading with him. “Please, Lash—”
“Sar, go home. Go to Danial. Go to Theo. Go anywhere, just leave,” he hissed, still walking away
I ran after him. “I need your help, Lash.”
“I won’t give it to you,” he hissed, still walking. “You can’t afford me.”
He was right about that. Being the best, he probably made 100K just to scare someone a little. I swallowed my pride, then my conscience. “I know that Lash. I’m not offering money; I’m offering you control over me. I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
Lash stopped, turning to look at me. Then he began walking back, eyeing me hungrily. “Anything?” he said, hissing. “Anything I ask you to do, you’ll do?”
I hated him for making me crawl. “Yes,” I said defiantly. “Anything.”
“What do you want me to help you with?” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “My price depends on what you are asking me to do for you.”
“Not me. I want you to help Theo. Robert asked him to come alone, that they would settle this one on one—”
“That’s as it should be,” Lash interrupted coldly. “I shouldn’t interfere with a challenge.”
“Don’t interfere,” I said. “But this wasn’t done fairly. Theo is still weak from the beating he took from Karl’s men. If Robert beats him, fine, just don't let him kill Theo. I don’t trust that Robert won’t just stab him in the back, or ambush him with more men, rather than fight him one on one—”
“Robert will kill him if he beats him, Sar,” Lash hissed. “That’s the way of challenges. I have always killed anyone who challenged me. You don't want them coming back for revenge later. So you’re really asking me to kill Robert.”
“I’m asking you to save Theo’s life. Will you do it?” I pleaded desperately.
“Did you go to Dev, and he refuse your request?” Lash hissed scathingly. “I can’t believe that, Sar. He still believes if something happens to Theo that you might die, too. He wouldn’t refuse you, though he would make you—”
“I came to you,” I said angrily. “Dev doesn’t know I’m here. No one does, except Serena. Theo can’t know about this—”
“You must be desperate to come to me like this,” Lash hissed, his cold eyes glittering. “To put yourself in my power, knowing what I might ask of you. To trust me that I’ll help you, if I say I will.”
“You never hurt me. So far as I know, you haven’t lied to me either. You kept our last times together a secret, just like I kept yours from everyone.” I paused, meeting his cold stare. “I trust you, Lash. If you say you’ll do this, I’ll take you at your word, and give mine in return.”
Lash looked at me, considering. “It should be doable,” he hissed finally, his tone thoughtful. “Where is the location of the fight? When?”
“Tomorrow night. I’m not sure where. He’s leaving around dusk—”
“I can follow Theo easily enough. I’ll be waiting near your barn on a motorcycle. If you tag him with a transmitter, I can track him if he loses me. Can you put one in his vehicle?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“I’ll put it in your truck, before you go,” Lash instructed. “Put it in his glove compartment within the truck manual case. He will not see it there, or think to check. Remove it after, and give it to me the next time you see me.”
“Agreed.” Now for the hard part. “What do you want in return?”
Lash came closer. “First kiss me, to seal our pact,” he hissed.
Shit, he was going to ask me to be weresnake so he could coil with me. I shifted uneasily.
“I’m waiting,” Lash hissed softly. “Unless you want to reconsider.”
You can do this, Sar. You have to do it. If Theo is saved, that’s all that matters.
I put my hands on Lash’s arms, and slowly leaned in towards him. Lash reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling my lips forcefully to his. But the kiss was chaste, lasting only a few seconds before Lash pulled back from me. “I want you to take Dev back,” he said softly.
Oh, God, no.
Let's give a warm welcome to Morgan K. Wyatt who is in the hot seat today! Thanks so much for being with us today, Morgan, I can't wait to hear more about you and your books.
You mention superheroes in your bio, who is your favorite superhero? What do you think of all the new superhero movies coming out?
I always loved Wonder Woman because she was a strong woman and charted her own path.
I enjoy anything with Thor in it, but find his somewhat evil brother strangely attractive.
Which authors inspire you the most and why?
As a teen, I read a lot Victoria Holt and Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. Both authors combined menace and a touch of darkness. Ironically, none of my books reflects this. James Herriot may have influenced me more with his ordinary people and endless animals.
If you could change one thing on your path to being published what would it be, and why that one thing?
Time. I spent a lot of time waiting for an editor to release my book back to me. (Talking years here.) I also spent equal amount of time with an agent who never returned my calls and went quietly out of business without notifying me.
What advice do you have for newbie authors trying to get published?
Write at least 1000 words every day. Keep writing, even when rejected. All that said; occasionally give yourself permission to hang out with family and friends without writer guilt. Keep reading. It’s important to see what is out there and to keep up with trends.
What is your guilty pleasure?
I am a Jackie Chan movie fan. I have a Pinterest issue too. It’s like hoarding without any of the clutter.
Which character of all your characters has been your favorite to write about?
Jackson from Unexpected Cougar is a favorite because my husband helped me co-write the story and did Jackson’s dialogue and character.
If you could meet one of your female lead characters in real life, which one would you choose and why that one?
Josie, from Act Your Age, which is my current WIP. The story starts with her being depressed about turning forty. Her life takes a sudden nosedive with her husband leaving her, but she takes the bad and reinvents herself. It takes a resilient woman to do that. There’s romance and humor in her future too.
What do you love most about saving money and being frugal?
My grandmother grew up during the Depression and knew many ways to save money. I took her hints and added my own. My daughter used to joke that we didn’t have any groceries without the orange manager special sticker.
I like to share my thrifty ways on http://thefrugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com/.
What is your favorite free promotions tip?
Other people’s blogs/website. Sites like yours. Some people think the blog is dead, but I’ve had huge responses guest blogging, especially in other countries too. Most people would love to have someone guest blog. I know I do.
What is your favorite paid for promotions tip?
I recently returned from Lori Foster’s Reader Author Get Together. It’s $100 for authors and $50 for readers, but that covers meals and parties. Authors get a chance to interact with readers. It’s a lot of fun too.
Looking for something cheaper, I’d go with a blog hop. The author can give away a couple of books. Sometimes, all the participants might put in ten dollars for a grand prize.
Love Or Deception Blurb:
Amy awakes to find her husband Mark missing, along with her memories. Her recollections of Mark include a whirlwind courtship and a beach wedding. Amy is determined to uncover what happened to her husband. How could a man who loved her so intensely just walk away?
The police have no interest in finding Mark. They reason he wasn't ready for marriage and he walked.
Ryan, a close friend and co-worker, assists her in piecing together her missing memories. As the pair work together, they find that Amy's actual past reveals a scenario that is so horrifying that it forces them on the run, not knowing whom they can trust.
Will Amy's newly recalled memories prove fatal to both her and Ryan.