Announcement: Stolen, a prequel to the “World of Rebellion” series by Bailie Hantam is AVAILABLE NOW

 

Ladies & Gentlemen,

I am tickled pink to announce that the first (actually the prequel) to one of my favorite PNR series is now available (see link above). “Stolen” is the prequel to “A World of Rebellion” series.

If you enjoy sweet romance mixed with some sexy fallen angels and add a dash of hot sex appeal…you will LOVE this series!

I had the pleasure of previewing the prequel, and the subsequent series, and trust me…rebellion has never looked so sexy.

Just a little author/reader confession…one of the characters, Lexi, is my girl crush! Hoping to convince @Bailie Hantam to work on a story where her Lexi and my Jasper (guardian angel) characters have some adventures together. 

Also, if you haven’t already, check out Bailie’s contemporary romance, “Breaking Her Defenses.” It’s sweet, it’s authentic, and it’s super-charged sexy.

Happy reading!!!!

#TeaserTuesday – Glimpse into Greylyn and Kael’s First Encounter

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Before I lock myself away in the editing cave today, thought I’d present a sneak peek into Greylyn’s first encounter with Kael. Not all is sweet and romantic…actually their first meeting is rather bloody. But don’t worry, these two have centuries to fight each other and their undeniable chemistry.

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London, England 1567

Inside, her heart hammered against her ribcage. Cold sweat broke out on her palms. Peering through the soupy fog across the broken cobblestone street, Greylyn paused to stare at the entrance to the tavern. Women weren’t commonplace in bars, unless as barmaids or they practiced a certain profession. The tight corsets and stiff skirts didn’t work well in circumstances where she needed to fight. She prayed the ruffled shirt, vest, baggy britches, as well as the tight bandages that kept her bosom well-hidden and made breathing near impossible, were enough to disguise her femininity.

She’d spent the last few months learning how to fight, how to utilize her guardian senses, how to cover her tracks, and how to blend into society from her mentor, Jasper Moreau. He’d been an unrelenting task master, but kind after training was completed each day. The grueling physical training had been nothing compared to his endless lectures on everything from metaphysical sciences and world religions to telepathy and mastering the art of disguise. The latter came in handy for tonight’s assignment.

This would be her first test as a guardian angel. The very first time that she, and she alone, was responsible for the success of the job. No partner to bail her out if she messed up. No pressure…then why did she feel the need to vomit from the pinching pain in her stomach?

Jasper had flashed a brilliant smile and pushed her hair back up under her boy’s cap before shoving her out of the carriage a couple blocks down from the tavern. He’d said, “You’ve got this, darling. You’re a natural.” Greylyn was glad someone had confidence in her because she certainly did not.

A tingling feeling spread all over her body from the moment she pushed open the heavy doors of the tiny, dim pub. The heat from too many bodies crammed together so closely and the stench of the smoke emitting from the corner fireplace smacked her in the face immediately. Sweat broke out across her forehead. She itched to wipe her brow, but her hands were shaking too violently. Swallowing the bile rising from her belly, she forced her feet to move forward until the heavy door thudded back against the doorframe.

Five steps into the establishment and every nerve ending ignited like the fireworks Jasper had told her about from his last visit to China. This feeling was very different from what she experienced when coming into contact with the innocent human she was charged with saving. The first time her guardian senses had picked up on Edward, the hairs on the back of her neck rose, her vision momentarily blurred, and there had been a faint tickling in her chest. But this feeling, she couldn’t place. It was more than nerves, too. Something was definitely wrong.

She shoved her way through the throng of patrons to the bar. A sensation of being drawn to something, like a magnet in her belly, fought against her body’s command to move forward. It demanded she stop and turn. Jasper had never warned her about something like this. Was it really just nerves? Greylyn dug her fingernails into her palms.

Stay focused.

The invisible pull messed with her connection to the innocent man she was there to help. The ruddy-faced gambler was on the other side of the tavern. His eyes flitted around the room. His time was short and he knew it. The man, Edward, had failed to pay his debt to a notorious card shark. He didn’t owe money, he owed his soul. No matter where he ran, the demonic enforcers would track him down. She had been sent here tonight specifically to save the man from having a harpy gorge on his soul like a meal of fish and chips.

He was her mission. But still her feet refused to cooperate.

What is happening to me?

As her eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of her discomfort, her vision blurred and her pulse quickened. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until…

A dazzling pair of eyes, flecks of gold practically glowing in a sea of burnt umber, stared at her from a corner table. The gentleman’s eyes widened and a slight tremor rippled through his expression. Dark hair with auburn highlights cascaded down past his shoulders, tied back in a sophisticated manner at the base of his neck. Heat crept up her cheeks, but for what reason she couldn’t comprehend. Rooted into place, time stopped and the world around her went hazy until his face transformed into a mischievous grin that sent tantalizing tingles throughout her body.

A loud crash from across the tavern broke Greylyn from her paralysis. She spun around to see her charge bolting out the back door, followed by a group of burly looking men carrying a large potato sack and thick wooden clubs.

“Dammit.” This was exactly what she was meant to stop. Before she could give chase, a tall, muscular form blocked her path. The scent of citrus and sandalwood invaded her senses, which was strange, given the odor of sweat, stale whiskey, and ale that permeated the air.

“Excuse…” She looked up. Big mistake. The same set of hypnotic eyes stared down at her, and a delicious smile curled the corners of a sensual mouth. Her own lips failed to form words.

“May I help you, young lad?” His voice washed over her, deep and somewhat familiar, followed by a throaty chuckle. Paralysis overtook her entire being. Her mind screamed to get away from this man, but her eyes were locked on his, unable to break free.

An abrupt high-pitched cackling of a barmaid burst through her deaf ears. Forcing her feet to move, Greylyn spun around and sprinted out the back entrance of the tavern, desperate to find Edward before the demons captured him. Or worse.

The alley behind the bar was dark and stank of garbage piled in more than a dozen mountains against the weathered stone exterior. Her eyes adjusted almost instantly, but Edward was nowhere in sight. He must’ve gotten away or done a damn good job of hiding, because the demon thugs canvassing the alley cursed and hurled threats to no one in particular. One especially rotund demon-possessed man swung a large wooden slab at piles of refuse lined up against the building while the others slowly stalked along the alleyway. “Here, here, little kitty,” one taunted. “You can’t hide forever, stupid bloke.”

Okay, now what, Greylyn?

Lost the innocent. Now she was stuck in a face-off with a band of demonic ruffians.

Brilliant job, old girl.

She doubted Jasper would praise her efforts so far to save the human. Instead, she was in quite a conundrum. No, her first lone assignment was not going smoothly. Not at all.

Greylyn took a deep breath before moving out of the shadows to stand in the middle of the alley. Yanking the cap off her head that had kept her long ebony locks hidden away, she whistled to get their attention. “Yo, laddies! Lookin’ for a good time?”

They turned in unison, each bearing the same slimy grin as the others. The one in the middle carrying a meat cleaver of all things, stalked towards her. “What we got here? A wee pretty thing, tain’t she?” He cranked his head left and then right, bones popping loudly. “Why ya covering up all ye assets dressing like a lad?” With that, he lunged for her arm.

Greylyn side-stepped, pivoted, and slammed him in the back of the head with her fist. “What d’hell…” were the last words he uttered as she slid in front of him with her dagger drawn, leaving a bright trail of blood along his now near-decapitated neck.

The others paused as the man fell to the ground, his head lolling. Crimson blood gushed onto the cobblestones to mix with the putrid liquid run-off from the piles of refuse. Greylyn stood tall…well, as tall as she could for her barely five foot frame. “Who’s next, boys?”

Look who’s the tough broad now? Me, that’s who.

Spending all day, every day with Jasper, and his sarcastic wit had rubbed off on her. With her confidence reinstated from such a quick first kill, Greylyn ego swelled with pride. However, this probably was not the best time to spout off to a demon gang, even if she was tough.

Tall, splotchy, and already sporting a black eye from another encounter, the man on the left advanced. “Such a lovely lassie,” spit flying out between his blackened and rotting teeth, “t’would be a shame to spoil such a lovely lassie as yourself, but…” he shrugged, “that’d be fun, too.” He barreled towards her with a wicked smile. Whoosh! The air escaped her lungs when he slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. No sooner had she blinked away the stars in her eyes, his tremendous weight lifted off her. Greylyn flinched and screwed her eyes shut, waiting for him to punch or kick her, or outright twist her head off her body.

Nothing happened.

“What da bloody…” The goon didn’t get to finish his sentence. The next thing she heard was him gasping for breath, then the tremendous thud when he collapsed onto the ground. Blood flowed from his mouth and his neck bent at an awkward angle.

Oh, thank heavens! Jasper had arrived to save her sorry butt.

But when she looked over, the man smashing the other goon’s face into the brick wall until his skull split open was quite obviously not Jasper Moreau, her friend and guardian angel mentor.

It was the man with the predatory tiger eyes she’d encountered inside the tavern. The one that caused her to mess up because the pull to him had been greater than her guardian angel connection to poor, hapless Edward.

Where the hell was Edward anyway?

Lying paralyzed on the ground, Greylyn watched in abject fascination as the handsome man savagely twisted the neck off of the last member of the card shark’s hit squad. From this vantage point, she couldn’t make out his expression, but his movements were smooth and agile, but also brutal. An exquisite and macabre dance.

No more bad guys to fend off, he whipped out a handkerchief from his breast pocket with a flick of his wrist and wiped away the blood and gore splattered on his face and hands. He did it in such a nonchalant manner, as if it was commonplace to violently beat men to death. A chill ran up Greylyn’s spine as he turned to face her.

Do I thank him or run?

In two quick strides, he knelt down beside her. One hand came up to brush a tendril of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. The angered expression he’d worn just seconds before evaporated. His eyes softened.  A small smile tugged at his lips.

A wave of heat originated from his touch, spreading out to her entire body. “Everything’s alright now, Gr…” His voice, smooth yet husky, trailed off but with a slight accent marking him as not English, but from someplace close…someplace familiar.

Glowing topaz eyes widened before morphing to deep crimson. A chill raced through her veins, freezing her in place.

A demon?

No, not exactly. The hint of sulfur was missing. The way pinpricks of pain flashed out when one touched her skin didn’t happen. Oh, there were pinpricks of something, but definitely not the same sensation. No, he wasn’t a demon, nor was he possessed by one. Of that she was certain, but the realization something was different about this man was enough to jar her back to her senses.

Her fingers coiled tighter around the hilt of her dagger – a weapon bestowed upon her as part of her initiation into the world of guardian angels. An intricate Celtic symbol carved into the handle pressed into the soft skin of her palm. Months of intensive practice, it was now an extension of herself. Its sharp, jagged edges of an almost blue metal were forged specifically to kill demons, to kill anything not intended for this world. Greylyn prayed it also worked on whatever this man was.

He hadn’t moved. Just stared at her with those freaky eyes of blood. She slashed upward with the blade. He jerked away, but not in time. A gash appeared across his cheek and his hand flew up to his face. Greylyn used his momentary surprise to push herself off the ground to run away. Not two steps later, the man grabbed her upper arm, hauling her backwards into his chest with such momentum she felt, as well as heard, the cracking of her spine from the impact. The small bones of her wrist popped painfully under pressure from his much larger hand, forcing her fist to unclasp and the dagger to fall. His other hand snaked around her waist to press firmly into the small of her back.

“Going somewhere so soon?” His voice held a gruff edge to it now, no longer velvety smooth.

Every instinct screamed at her not to, but she defiantly craned her neck to stare up at her captor. Big mistake. He whipped her around to face him. Now pressed against his chest, the thumping of her own heart against her ribcage mixed with sound of his own rose to a deafening level, blocking out all other sounds. His lips curled on one side, highlighting a dimple. Perfectly white teeth glinted in the dim moonlight. Warm breath caressed her face, smelling slightly of bourbon.

“Let. Me. Go,” she ground out from clenched teeth. Her body shivered, but she refused to acknowledge the fear. Although she thought she might not survive her first guardian assignment, Jasper’s mantra that he’d drilled into her head over the last year rang in her ears – Never acknowledge the fear. A guardian does not have the luxury of giving in to fear. Greylyn prayed her eyes reflected resolve and courage, not the terror coursing through her veins. Or whatever else was pulsing through her body.

A full grin broke out on the man’s face. The red flames dancing in his eyes smoldered before returning to their topaz hue that had riveted her in place earlier. His entire face relaxed. “Now, love. Why would I do that? There’s so much we have to discuss before…”

Greylyn stomped down on his foot with all her strength. Considering their significant size difference, she didn’t expect it to work, but it startled her captor enough for him to loosen his grip. She took advantage and wrenched her arm away while her other fist swung up and slammed into his face. Blood gushed from his nose, flowing down to drip off his chiseled chin.

Instead of an angry shout or a return punch, he glared steadily at her with no other outward show of pain or emotion.

“So much for civility then.” The words were spoken so softly through thinned lips that she almost doubted he’d spoken at all until his fist shot out. Excruciating pain blinded her.

The jerk broke my nose!

Strong hands gripped her arms and yanked her with such force her neck snapped as her body sailed across the alleyway. Colliding with the moss-covered stone wall of the tavern, all the air whooshed out of her lungs. A coppery tinge filled her mouth.

Pain and anger boiled up, fueling a surge of adrenaline that brought everything into crystal clear focus. All sound, except for her assailant’s heavy breathing, stopped. She waited.

Why didn’t he attack? Why did he stop?

She raised her head in defiance, blood and muck clinging to the strands of hair covering her face.

I am a guardian angel. No evil shall pass by me.

The words were drilled into her for months by her mentor. He’d made her repeat it verbally every day before lessons and every night before sleep.

This man was obviously evil. Demon or not, evil was evil. She had no choice but to put an end to him.

“Like hitting little girls, do you? Not very gentlemanly.” She clicked her tongue behind her teeth as her arms numbly pushed her into a squatting position. Sizing him up, this time as an opponent, Greylyn saw past the fashionable attire and good looks to the dark soul underneath. A blackness exuded from his aura, so dark it mingled with the night sky. How had she not seen it before?

The man straightened to his full height, hands at his side curled into fists. “You shouldn’t be here, love.” She’d expected an angry retort or another attack, but his voice was soft and shaky.

Her eyes darted around the alley. She needed a weapon, preferably her own. Where had it gone? With the moon fully ensconced behind the clouds it was impossible to see more than his faint outline, even with her superior nighttime vision.

Greylyn rose to stand, her fists clenched at her hips and her back against the broken brick wall. “Well, I am here. Ready to party.” She’d aimed for a daring, but jovial tone. The slight squeak at the end belied her inner fear.

“Looking for a good time, I see. Well then, how about a dance?”

He sprung at her in a blur, but Greylyn dodged just an inch to the left and he slammed into the same wall he’d thrown her against. She pivoted to attack while he was still prone on the ground, but a sudden glint of blue caught her attention. Her dagger! Just a few yards away.

She dove to the right, her outstretched fingers grazed the hilt, but her hesitation cost her. A hand clamped down fully on the handle and wrestled it away from her grasp. He rolled her over roughly, straddled her hips with her arms trapped underneath his knees, and smashed her face with the fist holding her own weapon.

Pain exploded as bones and tendons cracked and blood seemed to spurt from every pore. The assault continued, punch after punch, blow after blow. Greylyn’s world turned crimson just before a blackness edged her vision.

Her first assignment as a guardian angel. Her first failure, and quite possibly, her last.

Death was inevitable. Not even her own supernatural strength could save her from this monster. Despite the agony racing throughout her body, her mind clearly accepted her fate.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil…

Silence fell over the alley. The rain of punches stopped. Greylyn’s eyes opened to peek at her attacker. What she saw chilled her to her soul – the demonic red eyes had smoldered away, back to their original gold-flecked hue. The man’s face transformed from pure rage to sadness as a tear rolled down his face. A tear? “I’m…I…Oh no…” His trembling lips continued to move, but no coherent words formed.

“What in the bloody hell…” An angry roar shocked her out of her stupor. That voice she recognized. Jasper.

Unable to move, she gaped as a tall shadow with piercing eyes of ice jerked her assailant away from her.

“You damn…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just punched the man in the face while holding him by his lapel.

Greylyn gulped in air. She wasn’t dead, not yet. Renewed energy pulsated through her body and gave her strength to push herself up on shaky arms. She stared, turning to look at each man as they circled each other. Both men with deadly intent etched on their faces. In between getting hit, and throwing jabs of his own, the stranger muttered, “Had to be you! It just had to be you!” One final uppercut to Jasper’s jaw, and the guardian angel fell back.

Not sure what to expect now, her mouth opened to scream for him to leave Jasper alone, but no words came out. He turned to her, his face bloodied, but with a sad smile. “Until next time, love.” Seconds later, he vanished down the alleyway.

Suddenly able to move again, Greylyn jumped up and ran over to Jasper. “Who the hell was that?”

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way.” The indignant look he flashed her, she knew Jasper was far from being fine. Physically, yes, he was alright. But his icy-blue eyes spoke volumes of fury she could not understand.

“I’m so sorry…” She checked him for injuries, hands roved over his body. His clothes were spattered with blood. Other than his pride, and a black eye that would fade in an hour or two, he was in perfect shape.

Greylyn knew she looked a mess. Hell, she should be dead. Instead, the blood had already dried and the sizzle of her bones mending underneath her skin comforted her.

I’m not going to die. At least not tonight.

Jasper cupped her chin. “Yes, I know. It’s my fault. It was too soon to send you out on your own like that. I realized my mistake and came to find you, in case you needed assistance.” A nerve twitched in his jaw. “And, I find I was correct. You certainly needed help.”

“Oh, no! Edward? Did he escape? I came out here looking for him, but these guys,” she waved her hand towards the corpses littering the alley, “were after him and…”

“Yes, yes. I get it. You ran into the bad guys and as a bonus, you got a bloody dark guardian your first time on your own.”

“A what?”

“A dark guardian. The exact opposite of us, darling. You are just lucky I came along when I did. That one would’ve carved you up like a porterhouse steak.” He pushed himself off the ground. At his full height of well over six feet tall, he towered above her.

“Does this dark guardian have a name?” She didn’t know why it mattered that she find out his name. Jasper narrowed his eyes at her in obvious disapproval.

“That one in particular is Kael,” Jasper spat. “Truly nasty piece of work. Avoid him at all costs. Hopefully, you will never have to see that creature again.”

He turned towards her and grabbed her by the upper arms, leaning forward so they were nose to nose. An aroma of whiskey and tobacco wafted into her face. “Greylyn, promise me that you will stay away from Kael. If he ever crosses your path, either annihilate him completely with your dagger through his heart and then rip it out of his body while it’s still beating; or run. Just run.”

 

 

Author Spotlight – Bailie Hantam

If you love romance, let Bailie Hantam sweep you off your feet. Her debut novel, Breaking Her Defenses, was a huge contemporary romance hit with more in the series to follow.

Link to Breaking Her Defenses here…https://www.amazon.com/Breaking-Her-Defenses-Thirty-Something-City-ebook/dp/B07N79HKBQ/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=bailie+hantam&qid=1560031506&s=gateway&sr=8-2

Bailie is set to release her debut paranormal romance, Stolen. I was lucky enough to get a super sneak peek at Stolen, and many more paranormal romance stories by this amazing author.

Now you can be just as lucky. Bailie is set to release Stolen later in June 2019 and will be giving away 15 copies of her contemporary romance debut, Breaking Her Defenses AND she’s looking for romance lovers to join her advanced team. All the info you need to know is below.

 

**GiveAway and Advanced Team Spots**
To celebrate the release of Stolen later this month (my Paranormal Romance Debut) Bailie will be giving away 15 (fifteen) copies of Breaking Her Defenses.
1 Copy each to five of Newsletter Subscribers. You can sign up here: https://bit.ly/2X20NmT

1 Copy each to five of her Instagram Followers: You can follow Bailie here: https://www.instagram.com/bailiehantam/

1 Copy each to five of Bailie Hantam Bookbub Followers: You can follow her here: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/bailie-hantam


Plus 5 spots on her advanced team for members of her reader group. You can join here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/322871821692382/

 

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Tribute Thursday

ThrowBack Thursday! Well, kind of a throwback but also a tribute.

This one is a little personal for me and will be for just about anyone who is an Auburn University alumni or sports fan.

The “Voice of Auburn”, Rod Bramblett, and his wife Paula were killed in a car accident this past Saturday night in Alabama. Rod was the voice of Auburn sports (football, men’s basketball and baseball). If you’re an Auburn fan you’d know his voice anywhere.

And if you’re like me, one of your favorite Rod moments was the Iron Bowl 2013 — the infamous “Kick Six”. It was the final play of the 78th Iron Bowl (the big rivalry game between Auburn and the University of Alabama). The game was played at Auburn’s Jordan-Hare Stadium.

Alabama was ranked #1 and was a 10-point favorite over the #4 ranked Auburn. The game was a nail-biter. For me personally, I was pacing the floor like a predatory tiger the entire game.

The game was tied at 28-28 with ONE second left in the 4th quarter. ONE second! Bama lined up for a 57 yard field goal. The game was either going to end there with a game-saving field goal or would go into overtime.

And I couldn’t even bear to watch. I didn’t see the real-time action. But I heard the Voice of Auburn loud and clear.

The kick was short. Auburn’s Chris Davis caught the ball in the end zone. Instead of kneeling to send the game into overtime, Chris ran. He ran across the entire field all the way to the opposite end zone and scored the winning touchdown. A 109 yard return! Game over 34-28. Auburn Wins the Iron Bowl!

Some would label it the single greatest moment in college football history. I know I sure do.

But it was Rod’s voice that still resonates in my head when I think of that game, that play. Rod’s excitement. His love for Auburn clear and true shone through.

His words will forever be remembered.

Click the link below and listen for yourselves.

Rest in Peace Rod and Paula! And thank you for the many wonderful memories.

War Eagle!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8oH8QcYIm8

Thursday Teaser from Book 2 of the Greylyn the Guardian Angel series

I finally managed to accomplish some substantial edits yesterday on Book 2 (working title – Revelations) of the Greylyn the Guardian Angel series. On my FB page, I promised a teaser from the new work and I always fulfill my promises.

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She took one look at his outstretched hand and shook her head. “Maybe we should part ways here. Not that I don’t appreciate the help back there, but I have some personal business to attend to.”

“But, actually it is my business too, love.” His eyes took on a softer expression, as he reached out to take her hand again. “Besides, there is no way I’m leaving now. Don’t you think we should discuss what just happened? With us?”

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of his grip before strolling over to a large rock to sit down. Every fiber of her being yearned to rest, to escape all of this. Not just the crushing weight of the prophecy. Not just the exhaustion from their recent ordeal with the vampires. She needed an escape from Kael. His very presence complicated everything.

No, she couldn’t deny she felt something for him back in the vampire’s hide-out. An invisible magnet pulled her closer to him, every molecule fighting to get to him, to touch him, to have him touch her. He filled her every thought. Her body craved to melt into him. It had all felt so perfect, so right.

It terrified her.

“I’m not sure there is anything to discuss, Kael.” Greylyn shifted uncomfortably on the rock. She had to weave a convincing lie. “We were in a very severe situation. We did what we had to get out of it.”

She reached over and picked up a thin stick off the ground. With the razer-sharp edge of her dagger, Greylyn whittled away at it. “Obviously, what we may have felt can’t be real. My guess is that the scent of the flowers from the Tree of Life caused hallucinations. How else would twenty-four hours have passed so quickly?” A poorly attempted laugh died, strangled in her own throat.

His voice thundered through the forest, scattering creatures through the underbrush and overhead in the tree tops. “I don’t believe that for a second, and neither do you,” Kael stalked over to where she sat and knelt in front of her. “We’ve fought each other, we’ve fought our innermost desires for each other for centuries. You had to know that at some point it would all come to the surface. It’s undeniable what we feel and I won’t let you belittle that.” His voice shook.

He reached to caress her face, still covered in soot from the fire. Greylyn steeled herself not to react. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain, only the yearning to succumb to his touch. Instead she conjured up a lie. “No. I can’t believe that.”

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Why Not Wednesday?

Is it really only Wednesday? This week is taking forever!

Is it because there’s a 3-day weekend ahead?

Is it because the kids start their end-of-year testing at school?

Is it because it’s almost summer and I have yet to plan our family vacation? 

Is it because random stuff has broken in the span of a few days and now there’s a lot more on the to-do list? (Seriously, a tree fell from our neighbor’s yard and smashed our fence; cord pulley keeping the dishwasher door from banging down snapped; same thing happened with my hubby’s car trunk – the hydraulic whatchamacallit broke; and we currently have someone powerwashing the house and fixing rotten wood around the gutters and painting the trim).

I do not have the answers, but I do know that Friday cannot come soon enough this week. So let’s lighten our burdens for the week since we are only halfway thru this mess.
That sparked a tune in my head so let’s get ourselves motivated to power thru with some jams.


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Enjoy some music to motivate you through mid-week!

It’s Been Awhile

It’s not just a song by Staind from 2001, I believe. But just in case you like the song as much as I do, here it is.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=araU0fZj6oQ

My apologies to my friends for being radio silent lately. If you follow me on Facebook (and if you don’t, please do so https://www.facebook.com/KCFreemanAuthor/ or @KCFreemanAuthor), I mentioned a couple incidents involving emergency room visits and one hospital admittance. I’m on the road to recovery but am just now finding the energy to focus on my life’s work — writing urban fantasy and paranormal romance while caring for my beautiful large family of five kids, one hubby, one mostly cranky elderly mom, and one dog dedicated to the pursuit of killing me by tripping me on a daily basis on the stairs.

Excuses! Excuses! you may exclaim! Yeah, I know. Should’ve demanded my laptop in the hospital. I bet there would’ve been some fun stuff coming off my medicated-addled brain then.

In the spirit of amends, I’d like to offer you a sneak peek into Book 2 of the Greylyn the Guardian Angel series – working title “Revelation” but I’m open to suggestions. In Book 2, Greylyn finds herself trapped in a vampire den somewhere on the outskirts of Washington, DC.  But she’s not alone.

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Smears of dull colors emerged behind Greylyn’s eyelids as she fought to open despite the agony throbbing behind them. Bile crept up her throat, a lingering effect of the inhaled chloroform. Forcing it down, she willed herself to focus, to block out the residual pain and nausea. A few calming breaths were followed by a dry hacking cough. Her nasal passages, throat, and eyes still burned. Desperate to rub at her eyes to quell the stinging, she tried to raise her hands to her face only to painfully realize they were trapped behind her back by iron chains.

The vampires had gotten the best of her. Just two vamps to be exact. Two!

How did I allow that to happen?

She prided herself on being better than that. Hell, she’d slaughtered dozens of the foul creatures at a time. Taken on entire packs of werewolves by herself. She’d even busted through a legion of assorted monsters with barely a scratch – okay, there had been more than a scratch but…she refused to think about that right now.

Obviously she hadn’t been at the top of her game in the club.

Gee, I wonder why?

Once again, she’d allowed Kael to mess things up for her. This time, a human would most likely pay the price for her weakness. Poor girl was probably already dead or undead. Couple more deep breaths to tamper down anger at herself for being so stupid, but it didn’t help.

Slowly, she pried her eyes open, blinking several times to clear her vision. Wasn’t anything to see. Just varying shades of black. The ground was hard and ice cold, like sitting on top of a glacier.

All was quiet as well, except for someone, who she couldn’t see, breathing softly. Definitely not the girl from the club though. She craned her neck to check out the other side of the room. Her muscles screamed in protest, unable to move the rest of her body due to heavy iron chains clamping her wrists together behind her back. She could make out no solid forms. But a familiar citrus and sandalwood scent pierced through the remnants of the chloroform.

“It’s about time you woke up.”

Kael.

What the hell was he doing here?

Shaking her head to clear the remnants of chloroform-induced fog, Greylyn’s raspy voice squeaked out, “So dealing with bloodsuckers now, huh? Classy, Kael. Real classy.”

His response was a loud rattle of chains. “I despise those creeps as much as you do. I have never, and I repeat – never, lowered myself to work with vamps. Werewolves, yes. Shifters, yes. Zombies and ghouls, only if absolutely necessary. Even jinn if the price is right. But not vamps.”

Greylyn didn’t believe him for a second. Why else would he have been at the club earlier, and now in the room with her after she’d been captured? It was too convenient.

“They got me, too.” More clanging of chains against the hard ground. “I realized why you were at Dante’s Inferno with that jackass of a partner when I saw the vamps. When you went missing, well…it didn’t take too much pondering to figure out what happened. Went looking for you, followed your lovely jasmine perfume deep into the woods, and…” more chain rattling, “…here am I!”

“Stop the bullshit, Kael! What were you doing there if you weren’t there cheering on those leeches?”

“No bull, love. I was there…for you. Purely business though. It seems my boss doesn’t believe you’re making a lot of progress.” He paused. “Once we get out of here, you must explain to me how you – the squeaky clean kickass guardian angel – lowered herself to team up with such a notorious fallen archangel! Hell, Lucifer is a teddy bear compared to that guy.”

“My business with Olivier is none of your concern.”

Laughter was his reply. “Oh, honey. Everything you do is my concern.”

A metal against concrete scrapping sound bristled her eardrums. He added, “We can discuss business some other time. Right now, let’s figure out how to get out of here before we find out if guardians can also be turned into vamps. That’s not a hybrid creature I want to become or encounter.”

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