Saturday, March 30, 2013

Sneakpeek Saturday - extended excerpt


The ride to Willow Wood had not changed in the ten years since she last walked out the white-washed front door.  Of course it passed to her as the last surviving Sullivan.  It still didn’t seem real, still didn’t make sense.  She’d gotten a strange letter from her aunt, wouldn’t have recognized it as Aunt Trin’s if not for the handwriting.  Storm had turned it over in her hands, the plain notecard with gilded edging.  It triggered a vision of the murder.  When Dan and Shane knocked on her door, Storm sat waiting in the kitchen with a pot of coffee on.  She didn’t cry. 
At least she wasn’t considered a suspect.  Apparently the crime scene seemed too gruesome for a woman and they labeled it a gang-related attack, some sort of initiation. She didn’t bother to argue.  It didn’t matter who did it.  It didn’t change the end result. 
At some point a social worker showed up at her door, some sort of grief counselor dressed in shabby clothes, her plain face obscured by large framed glasses.  The social worker handed her a card for a crisis line and offered to listen if Storm wanted to talk.
She never called the crisis line either.  Sullivan women were prepared for the loss of their own, it came with the territory.  They had been dwindling for generations, a powerful line of mystics nearly eradicated by generations of mysterious deaths.  Storm knew the stories well.  Aunt Trin had been overly cautious with their security and not just the technological kind.   Her aunt’s murder had been unlike the others though, far more brutal, no mystery to the humans.  Storm knew better, she saw knives in the dark and strange runes marking the walls of the vast room.  Aunt Trin should have known better than to put herself in such a situation, there had to be more to it.  
Pulling into the drive she sighed heavily.  Pac Man snorted in the passenger seat.  “I know buddy, I know.  You will like it here though, lots of room to run.”  Storm left the car idling while she opened the gate.  The wrought iron bars were sealed with thick rusted chains and a large padlock.  She fished the key out of her pocket.  It felt heavy in her hand.   The key had been delivered by the attorney with all of the paperwork including a small, handwritten note on a piece of parchment – Accept your destiny, you offer hope to many.
She would never accept it.  Storm Sullivan may be returning home to Willow Wood but she had no intentions of going down that path – ever.  She’d formulated a two part plan, solve the murder and sell the place.  With money like that Storm could travel for the rest of her life, never having to stop long enough to risk exposure, and hopefully avoid the Sullivan fate.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Sneak Peek Sunday

One of my favorite snippets from LIGHT MY FIRE ~ Emerald Seer II:

“Why do you stay if you despise Seattle so?”  Sophia looked up to him, her eyes as animate as the day he first saw her.  Everything else had changed, her hair lost its luster, her skin pale as the satin sheets tucked beneath her chin, and dark circles permanently resided beneath her eyes.  Lucian swept a strand of straw-like hair from her forehead, replacing it with a cool washcloth.
“You know why I stay.”  Lucian held back the tears; she did not deserve to bear his sorrows with her own.  Sophia’s ran free, trailing down her sunken cheeks.  He wiped them away with the rough pads of his thumbs.  She did not even flinch, just watched him.
“I don’t want you to see me like this.  I –“  Sophia’s sentence caught in her throat as she erupted in another fit.  Lucian laid a hand upon her chest and muttered a few words.  Her body relaxed and breathing returned to normal.
“’I will not leave you.  We have been over this, more than once.”  Lucian kissed her forehead softly, “Sleep, Sophia, dream of the day in the lavender.” 
“Lucian, you stubborn, foolish Immortal, why can’t you let me go?  Give me some dignity, remember me as I was.”  Sophia’s pleas, though muted, had not lost the hard edge he’d come to love.  At least she stopped threatening to curse him. 
“Sophia, I could not let you go if I tried.  You know that.  I will not give up on you.”  He meant it.  How could he not?  She defied all reason, everything he stood for since taking on the beast.  Best of all, she tamed it.  Lucian had the distinct impression that if given the chance, the beast would curl up into a ball on her lap and allow Sophia to stroke its spine like a cat.  He loathed the Phoenix as deeply as he cared for Sophia and marveled at the irony that it loved her as well.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


I am so excited to be able to share in this awesome cover reveal!  I love the author, adore the cover, and cannot wait for the release of the book!  Without further delay, here is the stunning cover for SJ Byrne's upcoming release, Opal's Song.

Opal's Song

Coming 2013 - Release date to be announced

A horrific accident on a rain slicked mountainside and permanent paralysis from the waist down.

25 year old Lily Wade has to relearn simple, everyday activities just to live a seemingly normal life.

Opal—a precocious child in her rehabilitation group—teaches Lily about living joyfully after
surviving an immense tragedy and how to find peace within the pain.

To keep a promise made, Lily must dust off her once beloved cello and connect with the music she’s kept locked inside a velvet lined case for nearly a decade.

A Teaser

The headlights of Darren’s extended cab Chevy swung from left to right as he took the switch back curves much faster than normal. Lines of tension formed beside his mouth, and his usually relaxed hands clutched the black leather steering wheel in a white knuckle death grip. Something about the way he pumped the brakes wasn’t quite right, and the momentum of the truck was picking up instead of slowing down. 

Lily wanted to ask if everything was okay, but didn’t dare distract him from what was quickly becoming a dangerous situation. Deep ingrained reflex made her tug on the strap of her seat belt to ensure it would hold if the worst case scenario played itself out.

She’d ventured East with her boyfriend to explore and get away from the stifling rules of her parents. They had come into Western North Carolina via the Blue Ridge Mountains and immediately fallen in love with the place. Eclectic Asheville stole her heart with its combination of forward movement and backwards thinking. Only in that particular valley, surrounded by some of the oldest mountains in the world, could one community find the wherewithal to support so many varied lifestyle modalities. From the redneck–hillbilly descendants of the original Scottish settlers, to the new agers, dirty hippies, and flamboyant gays—Asheville catered to them all.

Lily wanted to share the exuberance of the area with her family, but suddenly feared the chance to do so would come at the cost of a glossy wooden box. Tears filled her eyes as she swallowed past a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t want to die.

“Aww, FUCK!”

Darren’s barely whispered expletive caught Lily’s attention as the tail end of the truck swung around. Suddenly they were facing the way they’d come. On any other day Darren would’ve calmly turned the wheel until the truck righted itself. For some reason the beast didn’t respond to his handling. The vehicle continued to spin until something in the front end snapped, and Lily stared in horror. One of the tires flew away from the truck, and in that instant she realized what people said was true—in the moments before death time slows down as the brain processes everything in minute detail. 

Bright headlamps illuminated the surrounding forest as the front end of the truck crashed down onto the road. Heavy metal screeching on asphalt filled Lily’s ears only to be replaced with the sound of trees snapping beneath the force of a full sized pick-up rolling down the side of a mountain.

Up became down, and Lily’s insides threatened to come out as she was jerked about behind the increasingly tighter band of her protective belt. If she’d been sitting next to Darren her head would’ve been spared the repetitive abuse of being tossed against the passenger window. Lily didn’t want to scream out her fear, but found she had no control over her vocal cords—her screeches of distress echoed in the confined space until the imploding windshield drowned her out. Shards from the window flew towards them, cutting her neck and face as they tumbled around inside the cab.

Everything stopped all at once. The crashing roll of the truck, the cutting of the glass shards, even Lily’s screams. The Chevy landed on its side with her hanging by her seat belt, staring down at the unconscious form of her boyfriend. The smell of gasoline filled the air and Lily felt the spike of adrenaline wash through her nervous system.

“Darren! Darren, wake up!” She yelled as loud as her constricted lungs would allow behind the crushing force of the nylon strap. “Darren, we have to get out of this truck!”

Darren remained unconscious, and Lily refused to give into the blind panic threatening to take over. Breathing deep she quickly surveyed her position and the quickest escape route. The windshield had completely shattered, making that the only way out of the wreckage as the door above her wouldn’t budge when she tried pushing it open. Grabbing hold of the oh-shit handle, she pulled the weight of her body off the belt and pushed the release button. Blinding heat zipped through her body as she crashed face first against Darren's side and was knocked out cold by the force of their skulls connecting.


Something wet trickled down the side of her face just before an excruciating pain exploded behind her eyes, and Lily knew she was about to have the mother of all migraines. She thought to press the heels of both hands against her throbbing eye sockets, but found her body remained motionless against the command. A soft moan beneath her was worrying, though she couldn’t think why. The muscle of her shoulder flexed involuntarily and a jolt of pain flashed down her spine, stopping abruptly in her hips. A deep breath meant to calm her frantic thoughts brought more pain and then the blessed blackness.


“Hang in there little lady. We’ve almost got you out.”

Lily whimpered as a sudden shock of agony rippled through her arms and torso, but the sound of someone talking eased her anxiety. She wasn’t alone—thank god. The voice became a life line she clung to with her mind until sweet oblivion pulled her back into its warm embrace.


“They rolled down the side of Mount Pisgah. From what I can gather she was pinned in place by her seat belt, until she managed to undo it and then fell against his side.”

The conversation felt a million miles away. Surely they weren’t talking about her. Before she could give it another thought, the air was filled with excited chatter and frantic movements. She wanted to open her eyes and see what was going on, but her lids were too heavy to lift. Moving the muscles of her body required a strength she didn’t possess and fear flooded her thoughts as she cried out in frustration. The air she pulled through her nose tasted strange on the back of her tongue. Oblivion stretched out its arms and Lily went into them without a fight.

Find out more about Opal's Song and it's release 

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A portion of all proceeds from Opal's Song will be donated 
to help children with disabilities...more information forthcoming.

About the Author

Living in the mountains of Western North Carolina SJ Byrne is just trying to make her way through the insanity that comes with creativity. Writing is her passion - life is her muse. Keep an eye out for new books due later this year.

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Monday, March 18, 2013

Free and Fabulous!

Ryder on the Storm ~ Emerald Seer I is FREE on Amazon this week!!  And, to coincide with this momentous occasion, I am so pleased to share the amazing review I recently received from the Paranormal Romance Guild.

You can see it here:  PRG review by the fabulous Douglas Meeks

Stop by and check out my review and while you are there, please check out some of their other amazing books!!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Ryder on the Storm Sneakpeek & Freebie Promo Info

This week is REALLY special because tomorrow marks the beginning of my Ryder on the Storm promotion!  For just five days - yes FIVE days - RYDER ON THE STORM will be free on Amazon!  Take advantage of this deal now!

For now, enjoy this snippet (a bit longer than usual):

Ryder closed the musty tome and placed it upon the cherry table beside him.   The fire glowed against the ancient hearth of Durstine Manor’s vast library, his favorite room for more reasons than one.  A complex pattern of stone and grout, the fireplace ran floor to ceiling and covered more than half of the wall.  Opposite the fireplace stood ornately carved double-doors with heavy wrought iron handles and matching hinges.  He’d had them shipped over in pieces from Scotland, along with the sconces that lined each hall of the manor.  Aside from the doors and the hearth, the library walls were floor to ceiling shelves overflowing with tomes from every age of man.  Ryder had read them all, retained most of the information, and continued to seek more.  Unlike the majority of his brethren, Ryder understood that knowledge was the true power and any who could wield it would prosper.  As a result, he’d managed to do quite well for himself over the years.
Ryder tilted his head, footsteps echoed in the hallway, heels judging by the click.  They came to a stop just outside his door.  Reaching into his pocket, Ryder withdrew a small strip of leather and tied his shoulder-length, raven hair in a low ponytail.  He stood and straightened his light V-neck shirt, adjusted his belt and slipped his notebook beneath the book he’d been reading.
“Come in, Angeline.”
The heavy oak door slid open slowly followed by the polished assistant he had been forced to hire to replace Keene.  He refused to think about that now.  Besides, Ryder found Angeline to be adequate, and certainly easy on the eyes.  Her hair always upswept in a chignon, held in place with gold-plated chopsticks.  She most frequently wore a black skirt suit with satin or silk blouses of various colors.  Tonight however, she had selected a kimono dress, brilliant blue with embroidered dragons whose heads met at the most opportune place. 
“It is done, my liege.”  Angeline approached and handed him a blood red card the size of an invitation.  A smile played across her mouth.  “The Hunters seek Keene as we speak and the girl is being followed.  She has shown no signs of supernatural skill.”

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The unbelievable, fantastical, stunningly brilliant mind of Tammie Clarke Gibbs

Behind the Scenes with Author Tammie Clarke Gibbs & the Hero of her new Time Travel Romance, Sworn to Secrecy, Dak Bartholomew....

Tammie Clarke Gibbs is the author of the #1 Kindle Best Selling Gothic/Time Travel Romance Island of Secrets which has been consistently on three of the Amazon Best Seller Lists for over eighteen consecutive months. She is the author of three novels and multiple non-fiction titles. Tammie resides with her husband, son, and a very spoiled Maltese in South Georgia. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached at her website and via email
Violet: Thank you Tammie for taking the time during this busy Book Launch Week to drop by and visit with us and I can't wait to hear a little more about Dak, your hunky hero.

Tammie: We really appreciate you giving us this opportunity. I think I just saw Dak blush. He really is very modest. :)

Dak: Me? Blush? Nonsense. I'm as hunky and manly as anyone. (winks at Violet)

Violet: Now, now... you'll make me blush. (fans)   So who wants to go first?

Dak: I'll go first. (smiles) What would you like to know?

Violet: Dak, tell us where you were born.

Dak: In South Carolina smack dab in the middle of Charleston. My parents own a plantation on the outskirts and of course they have their home in town as well.

Violet: It's a beautiful town now, I can just imagine how amazing it would look in the late 1800's.  Ok, next question. Do you have a best friend?  If so who is it?

Dak:  My best friend is Jeremy Loud. We grew up just a short distance from one another and our parents were friends. We are more like brothers than friends.

Violet: I remember Jeremy from Keeping Secrets. How is Magen? I understand they are expecting their first child. Is that right?

Dak: It is. Not sure exactly when it's due I've been a little busy.

Violet: I know your a US Secret Service agent, but if you weren't what would you be? Are there any fantasty jobs you'd like to have?

Dak: I can't imagine doing anything else. It is my fantasy job. (smiles)

Violet: I'd ask you about Elizabeth, but then that might spoil the book. Thanks Dak.

Dak: You're very welcome. It's been a real pleasure.

Violet: Tammie would it be ok if I ask you a few questions too?

Tammie: Of course.

Violet:  I've heard you say that you enjoy listening to music while you write. What kinds of music do you like?

Tammie: I listen to Pandora and have ear phones so I don't annoy my family.  I love nature instrumentals like waterfalls, pipe music and celtic.

Violet: Congratulations I understand that on your Book Launch Event day SWORN TO SECRECY made it onto two Amazon Bestseller lists were you surprised?

Tammie: Honestly yes and thrilled. This is the first of my novels that has made the best sellers list on it's event day. Both of my other novels have made it but it took months. My non-fiction 8 Hours to Jump Start your Career made it on it's event day, but that book is for other authors. I've had so many fantastic people helping me get the word out. It's been amazing.

Violet: Sworn to Secrecy is a Time Travel romance how does it differ from Island of Secrets your first novel?

Tammie:  Island of Secrets is a Gothic Time Travel Romance it's a bit darker and spans centuries.  Sworn to Secrecy takes characters from Keeping Secrets, my historical suspense and adds in an exciting time travel element that will be the foundation for the next few books in that series. I'm already plotting book three in the Undercover Heroes series.  The wonderful thing is that I believe my fans from Island of Secrets will really enjoy this book.

Violet: I know you're busy and have a lot of stops over the next few days. I wish you continued success with Sworn to Secrecy and want to thank you both for dropping in and chatting with me. I'm excited about the excerpt you've shared and the contest. I hope everyone will be sure to enter.

Tammie and Dak: Thank you Violet for having us.

A little something from Tammie: 
Be sure to visit all of the bloggers and authors that are hosting me during the Book Launch Celebration for Sworn to Secrecy for your chance to win prizes and read more about me and my books. I have something special planned with each of them.

During the launch, you can grab a copy for just .99. After March 20th, the price goes to its list price of $3.99.


  An unlikely alliance...a love born from the ashes of adversity....Dak Bartholomew is a US Secret Service agent. When he wakes up locked in a dark room it's just another day until he realizes that he's not alone.

Elizabeth Porter would like nothing more than to plunge her knife through the stranger's heart for all the trouble he's caused.

Together they'll take an unexpected journey to a time and place they could never have imagined and discover a secret they'll be sworn to protect.

Don't miss Tammie's other novels-

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Excerpt of Sworn to Secrecy Copyright Tammie Clarke Gibbs

Dak Bartholomew felt a trickle of blood run a cold wet trail down the side of his face from the open gash at his temple.
He struggled to open his eyes, and after several moments succeeded. Focusing on his surroundings took several more, but eventually, he could see the small, dank-smelling room in more clarity than he even desired.
The only light came from a single window, its pane’s blackened all but for one small section.
He pulled himself off the filthy mattress and felt his way toward the light. The window had been painted from the inside, and it appeared that someone had literally scratched at it until a small stream of light was allowed in from the outside. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket for his knife, but it wasn’t there. Nothing was there.
There was a faint cry from the corner of the room. Startled, Dak stepped back into the darkness.
He felt his way along the bed until he came to what he thought was a wall.
The darkness was deep and black, and the light cut only a sliver through it, leaving the rest of the room engulfed in an ebony sea.
He was weak from having been drugged or loss of blood. He wasn’t sure which. Either would have given him an excuse to forget he wasn’t alone and cower, but the pitiful whimpers stoked within him a steely determination.
“You there,” he called and waited for an answer.
The room was quiet in response. No whimpering. No breathing.
“Are you hurt?” Dak asked this time, and his voice was softer. Still there was no answer.
He took several short steps, feeling his way along the wall in the direction he’d heard the sounds coming from.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, this time louder. “I…”
Dak felt a dirty hand on his mouth and something sharp at his side.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sneakpeek Sunday - Ryder on the Storm

In preparation for the upcoming FREE promo I am running March 18th-22nd, here is a snippet from RYDER ON THE STORM ~ EMERALD SEER I:

Storm sighed and brushed the memory away.  Looking around, she realized everyone had left.  Storm was the last one standing – in more ways than one.   Aunt Trin was gone.  Aunt Trin who taught Storm about the visions, how to track and interpret them, and most importantly how to recover from the pain of one.  Aunt Trin who’d taught her the craft and raised Storm after her mother gave up on life.  Aunt Trin who was being lowered into the ground, the grinding of gears echoing through the graveyard.  The stargazer lilies on the top of her coffin were wilting in the heat.  Sweat dripped off Storm’s brow.  She wondered briefly if the sheen gave the appearance of tears.  Trin would have liked that.  The tears simply would not come, they never had.  Most people thought her heartless.  She didn’t understand it, couldn’t change it, wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.  Aunt Trin had told her time and again that there was a reason for her emotional paralysis.  Storm just wished she could summon a few tears for the only person she’d ever cared about.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Meet the magnificent Michelle Muckley

Michelle took time out of her busy schedule to chat with me and I truly hope you find her and her books as fun and exciting as I do!  

Violet: What is your inspiration? What helps you get through writer's block?

Michelle: I find inspiration all around me.  In the news, in people, in things I hear people say.  Writer’s block for me is like a cold.  I know it’s coming, but I just keep going hoping that it won’t materialize.  When it does, I just have to think my way around it.  I cannot flick between the beginning, middle and the end and go back to a sticking point later on.  I have to think my way through the block.

Violet: Do you listen to music when you write? Have a completely silent space?

Michelle: I love music, but I cannot listen to it whilst writing.  It’s too much of a distraction.  I’ll end up singing along and tapping out the beat, and before you know I’ll be out of my chair on the hunt for something to eat or making a cup of tea.  Music free makes me concentrate.

Violet: Who inspires you? What authors do you look up to? Why?

Michelle: I have a soft spot for Margaret Atwood, because she was one of the first writers who I studied at school.  The Handmaid’s Tale was the first book I read that I didn’t want to end.  But, it’s unfair to single her out because there are a lot of authors I respect, some famous, some indie.  Plus the list is in a constant state of flux.  There are only a few who have got tenure.  Stephen King is one of them.

Violet: When did you first start writing? What genre do you prefer?

Michelle: I usually read horror and Thriller, with a bit of literary fiction thrown in.  I write in the thriller genre, but my writing has been described as quite descriptive, and I’m not sure this always has a place in this genre.  People seem to be offended by description sometimes, and just want the plot to rock on through to the chase at the end, but that’s not me I am afraid.

Violet: If you had to choose another genre to write, what would it be? Why?

Michelle: I’d love to write a really wonderful love story, and a really good scare-your-socks-off horror.  Not the same book, of course.

Violet: What is your favourite book (or who is your favourite author) and why?

Michelle: Right now, I just finished Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.  I loved it.  I am planning to read Louis De Bernieres other books because I enjoyed it so much.  I can’t bring myself to read another fictional novel just yet, so I am reading a biography.

Violet: Do you have another job and if so what is it?

Michelle: I used to work full time in the NHS as a scientist in cardiology.  I still work as a scientist part time and write for the other half.
Violet: Tell about your first book and how long it took you to write the first draft?

Michelle: My first book was The Loss of Deference.  It took about 18 months to 2 years for the first draft to be completed.  It took another four years of editing and reworking before I felt that it was good enough to be published.

Violet: List all of your titles with a one sentence synopsis of each.


The Loss of Deference - In a post-recession society, Will’s wife Molly becomes embroiled in a secret government conspiracy that could cost her life and the only hope of survival is Dan, her husband’s best friend, but he is also keeping too many secrets to be relied upon.   

Escaping Life - After the devastating death of Elizabeth’s mother and sister, she leaves the city to escape her life, but her past creeps back up on her and it seems that perhaps her sister never really died at all.

Untitled future release - Ben Stone will change the world with his new scientific discovery, yet the very next day he realises that somebody has taken his life and identity away from him, and he has to fight not only for himself, but his wife and son who have also disappeared.

Violet: Who is your favourite character? Why?

Michelle: I really love my latest character, Ben Stone. He is a scientist, good looking, and really quite the genius. However he is just a regular guy that gets thrown into a crazy situation and has to learn a lot, and fast. He finds both physical and emotional strength that he never knew he had. I really like him. Plus in my mind he looks a lot like Bradley Cooper, and that can't be a bad thing.

Violet: Who is your least favourite character? Why?

Michelle: Probably one the character from Escaping Life, but I cannot tell you why because it will be a total spoiler!

Violet: Which character was most difficult to write?

Michelle: The most difficult character was Jack Fraser from Escaping Life.  He is a detective who has a lot of emotional issues due to the loss of his wife and son.  I found him hard to create, but more from the point of view of him being a detective.  I have no experience of this, and so was cautious to make it sound realistic and convincing.

Violet: What scenes are most difficult to write?
Michelle: In my real life I am not prudish, but I struggle to write in sex scenes, and usually do it in quite an abstract way.  I think I’ll make it sound like a cheesy script and that it will sound funny rather than what was intended.

Violet: Do you see yourself in any of your characters?

Michelle: I think there is a little bit of me in all of them.  Be it an emotion, a mannerism, or the way they speak.  I think it’s natural.

Violet: Indie pub or trad pub?

Michelle: I am an indie published girl. 

Violet: What is your favourite scene? Why?

Michelle: I love the end of Escaping Life.  It has had a lot of good feedback and people have really enjoyed it.  I like it because it is fast paced and I think the way I wrote it makes it very visually believable

Violet: Give a one sentence summary.

Michelle: I’ll give the ending away!!!  I can’t!!!  But without details, it is a culmination of the whole story in one very tense and dangerous moment.  It could go either way, and in my mind did, several times before finally the scene made the page.

Violet: If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why?

Michelle: It would be my brother, just to remind him that we all loved him.

Violet: If you could take the place of one of your characters, which one would you choose and why?

Michelle: Ben Stone.  I never understood genetics even at the end of my degree and I’m sure it hindered my overall mark.

Violet: If you could vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go and what would you do?

Michelle: I want to go on safari, or to Madagascar.  Africa intrigues me.

Violet: What is your favourite TV show/movie from your childhood?  What is it now?

Michelle: There is absolutely no competition.  The Goonies.  Who didn’t want to be in that gang?  Now, it would be hard to pick a movie as a favourite as I watch so many, but for a guaranteed laugh, Dumb and Dumber, for a good cry, Deep Impact, to be scared senseless, The Shining, and for a bit of action, any of the Bourne series.  But if you put me in front of the TV with a movie on I’ll watch anything.  I am a movie addict.

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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sneakpeek Sunday

An excerpt from WHISKEY, MYSTICS, AND MEN ~ Emerald Seer 2.5ish.  It's a novella for the Emerald Seer Series but there is definitely some important information in it and, best of all, it's only 99 cents for Kindle!

“Speak your piece, Valerie” Dan’s voice took on an unusually hard edge.  Angeline moved closer to him, intertwining her fingers with his in as casual a motion as possible.
Val’s eyes flared wide, the pupils dilating until her eyes turned full black.  Her voice came out in a raspy hiss.  “Give us the fae girl or we take her forcefully.  You cannot protect her forever.”
The world slanted for Angeline and then refocused. Her vision became clear as though seeing for the first time.  Every line and flaw of Val’s face now visible and Angeline watched the outline of magic working its way through her system.  For a moment, Angeline could even see her friend’s mind, the shred that remained, and Val cried out for help.  Instinct took over and Angeline leapt through the air landing square on the shell of her friend.  With one quick movement she snapped Val’s neck.  The body let out a blood-curdling shriek as Angeline propelled backward into Dan’s arms.  He whispered into her ear, “Watch.”