Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Win a $25 gift certificate in the Wild Child scavenger hunt!

Starting October 1st, Wild Child will be sponsoring a scavenger hunt, spotlighting 37 different books every day of October with a chance to win a $25 gift certificate to Wild Child Publishing each week. You can find the list of the blogs we will be visiting at Close Encounters with the Night Kind blog. http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/2012/09/wild-and-wicked-scavenger-hunt.html

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

It's Write-Along Wednesday!!

Each Wednesday I will post the beginning of a scene, then each of you can leave a comment to continue the story from there. Be sure to read all of the comments before posting as they will build on each other. Only rule is to keep the comments PG rated. Let's see where the story takes us!!

Lissa—my business partner, self-appointed therapist and de facto sister—was going to suffer a death worthy of a Shakespearean play.
Dreaming up ways to torture her got me through the rest of our appetizer, but the expectant look on my blind-date-from-Hell’s face told me my glorious reprieve was about to end. Damn my inner moral compass. Anyone else would have ditched after the full-kiss-on-the-lips greeting.
“My wife, Belisama, is going to love you,” he purred, topping off my glass of cheap red wine.
I choked on the breadstick I’d been nibbling, my eyes darting around the room in horror. “Is she here?”
“You’ll meet her tonight. You two are going to be bedmates.”
His wolfish grin shot my heart into overdrive. The only thing preventing a full out panic attack was the fact we were in a crowded restaurant. “Don’t ever call me again,” I snapped, digging in my wallet for a $20 to cover my meal. “I don’t know what kind of meds you’re on, but they’re not working.”
When I glanced down to zip my purse he lunged forward, lacing some kind of black silk around my wrist. My whole body turned rigid as iron. Slowly he reached across and took my left hand, tying it securely to my right before placing both of my hands underneath the table.
“With Keizon’s rope I bind thee,” he whispered, his luminescent, enchanted eyes locked on mine. The ribbon ignited in an eerie black fire, burning into my flesh until it completely dissolved. Raising my arms like a debutant, he showcased the intricate black weavings that now decorated my wrists, spidering all the way up past my elbows.
“I have never taken someone so young before, but in time you will learn to serve me well. I shall call you Qandisa, in honor of the Goddess of lust. From now on that is the only name you will answer to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lord.” The words tumbled out of my mouth on their own accord.
“Come. Belisama has much work to do to prepare you for our wedding.”
As we exited the restaurant, hand-in-hand, an attractive young executive brushed past us carrying a dozen white roses—the flowers I was supposed to use to identify my date.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

It's Write-Along Wednesday!!

Each Wednesday I will post the beginning of a scene, then each of you can leave a comment to continue the story from there. Be sure to read all of the comments before posting as they will build on each other. Only rule is to keep the comments PG rated. Let's see where the story takes us!!

“What is it?” Ashley asked, leaning over my shoulder to try to gain a better vantage point.
I took hold of her hand and gave it a comforting pat. “Probably nothing. We’d better get moving before this storm closes in.”
As if on cue, a blustery wind howled through the trees, driving the heavy snow into our frost-bitten faces. Ashley spun around and pulled the hood of her parka snug around her chin, shaking like a rag doll. A quick swipe of my foot buried the bloody track I’d been studying. It would take a mature male to leave such a deep imprint, and his hopping, uneven stride confirmed the worst. Cody—the beautiful black Alpha of the Ridge creek pack—had been shot.
Normally when it came to hunting down poachers I was stone-cold ruthless. You’d be far better off taking a bath in cow’s blood and stealing a cub from a female Grizzly. But one glance at Ashley’s paper-thin leggings and spring jacket told me that finding Cody’s killer would have to wait. We still had almost a three mile hike back to the cabin, and this freak spring storm was taking on the look of a full-scale blizzard.
Ashley objected as I wrapped my coat around her shoulders, guiding her arms through the holes. “You’ll freeze, Michael.”
“I’ll be fine,” I assured her, silencing any further argument with a kiss. The fact that I’d begged her to pack a change of clothes this morning wasn’t lost on me, but you didn’t stay married for twenty years without learning to pick your battles.
We’d just turned to head back toward the trail when I was thrown forward, landing in a heap on my chest. I blinked a couple of times in confusion until the shot rang out. Ashley’s frantic screams rang across the valley as I choked out a couple of wet, gasping coughs—it felt like I was breathing through sand.
“Please don’t leave me!” she cried, throwing herself on top of my failing body. “Don’t you dare leave me, you bastard!”
“G-g-gun,” I muttered.
The sound of my voice gave her a small ray of hope. She eagerly wiped my forehead and kissed me. “What, baby?”
“Gee—” I stopped to spit up several mouthfuls of blood. “Geeth g-gun, Ash. Not accidn.”

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Dangerous Waters cover reveal!!

After a lot of hard work and months of anticipation, it's finally time to reveal the Dangerous Waters Cover Art!

I'd like to thank the cast ("Daniel" - Chris Coy, "Brooke" - Jocelyn Cutean, "Sandy" - Zachera Wollenberg), production coordinator (Jenn Campbell), Graphic Artist (Mooney designs - You Rock Stephanie!!) and my awesome publisher (Wild Child publishing) for making this image come to life.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!