2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

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Get Ready to Blog Hop!

Happy New Year - champagne and party decorationStarting January 1 until January 6th, I’ll be a part of a blog hop sponsored by Carrie Ann who is sensational at coordinating these events!

Each day you have a chance to win any of the following prizes:

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

How Do I Enter to Win?

You as a reader will want to go to EACH blog and comment with your email address to ensure your comment will be counted to win. Two hundred blogs are participating including yours truly. Yep, you can enter over 200 times! (One comment per blog please.) 

Get ready to hop on January 1st when the blog hop begins.

Comanche Haven in Print!

Comanche Haven, my first novel is in paperback!  As I went through the pages yet again, I couldn’t help but share a paragraph that I especially enjoyed.  I’d like to share this small sample with you today.

First, I’ll set the stage with thechaven_cover_pbk blurb for Comanche Haven.  You’ll have a better idea of the temptations Seth faces as he    confronts the woman from his past.  Then, please, enjoy the paragraph from Comanche Haven, The Loflin Legacy,  Book 1.

 From the moment Celia, the emerald-eyed, Comanche half-breed, gets off the stage in Tyler, Texas,   Seth Loflin realizes he is on a collision course with the past.  She was his first love and now the Shooter Creek’s ranch boss can’t allow her to succumb to the danger that stalks her. Someone wants to kidnap her and sell her as a slave, but now that she’s in his protective arms, he intends to keep her safe.

Celia can’t run back to the safety of her former life in South Carolina.  And if she stays at Shooter Creek with Seth, she’ll be putting the man she has always loved and his ranch in danger of harboring a Comanche.  But Seth refuses to leave her side, and his vow to protect her gives Celia the hope and courage she needs.  Now she’ll fight for her new life with Seth…or die trying.

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Excerpt from Comanche Haven:

Seth’s eyes went to slits as he rode the first wave of lust.  A small voice warned him it wouldn’t be wise.  Neither of them needed to mix the trouble they faced with long ago emotions.  She wasn’t the same girl anymore.  Being someone he didn’t really know didn’t seem to matter, he mused.  He wanted her.  Seth wanted to know every inch of her all over again.

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Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop

CI decided to participate again in a blog hop sponsored by Carrie Ann who is fabulous at coordinating these events! This is my second one to do!

How Do I Enter to Win?

First things first! This blog hop has some outstanding prizes you may win, 3 prizes actually. So let’s talk about those and how you can enter to win first before I share a free excerpt from my latest release, The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend.

We have THREE grand prizes.

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $200 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

(Please Note that Carrie has said some shipping cost on your end may apply for the above prizes.)

How Do I Win?

To enter to win one of these prizes, leave a comment on this blog article and include your email address. Carrie Ann and her volunteers will be stopping by to collect everyone’s entries.

Over 200 Blogs Participating

There will be over 200 Authors/Bloggers participating in this event. If you want to enter more than once you can do so. Actually you can enter over 200 times by posting a comment (with your email) on each blog that is participating in this blog hop. Go to Carrie Ann’s Holiday Gifts of Love page to see a list of ALL THE BLOGS and get started. But first, leave a comment here on my blog article please, after you read on.

Good Luck Everyone!

Merry Christmas!

A Christmas Gone to the Dogs

Perfection is a relative term in our house.  When you have six dogs, perfection can be something as simple as everyone well fed and bedded down.  It can also take the form of a natural alarm system – when everyone decides to bark at the doorbell ringing.  But at Christmas, perfection is enjoying my furry family when the presents Santa has brought are distributed – ah hum – ‘torn into’.  The joy our four-legged family shares with their humans is the best present we could ask for.  My wish for you this holiday season is a little warmth, peace and a furry paw to reach out and say, “I love you!”

I’d like to share an excerpt from The Lady in the Mist, The Western Werewolf Legend.  Tyler Loflin finds himself in a strange room and must defend himself without the benefit of clothing.  What follows is his first meeting with the woman who saved him since that horrible night…

The sun shone brightly through the leaded glass in a jagged pattern.  Reflecting in the quilt, the light shifted with each ripple in the fabric.  Birds sang outside the window.  Ty rolled to his side and moved to sit up on an elbow.  When he did, a white-hot pain shot through his thigh before traveling down his leg.  Fighting to take a breath, he collapsed back on the pillow and let out a muffled groan.  Again, he tried to rise, this time with more caution.  Still the action had hot needles stabbing him through to the bone.  Sweat immediately popped out on his forehead.  Reaching up to wipe his temple, he discovered a large bandage covered his eye and most of his scalp.

“This be a fine kettle of fish you’ve gone and gotten yourself into there, Boyo.”  Maggie McVey’s Irish voice rang clear in the small confines of the room.  The housekeeper’s colorful cliche held truth in every word, but Ty didn’t have to search the room to know the woman wasn’t there.  The phenomenon wasn’t new either.  Maggie’s voice would come to him at the strangest times.  Perhaps she was his voice of reason in a world gone mad.  “If you only knew, old girl, if you only knew,” he murmured to the empty room.

The sounds of pots rattling came from beyond the room’s only door.  Ty struggled against the pain to sit up.  Where were his clothes?  His weapons?  The room looked no bigger than a small porch.  He wiped at the perspiration on his forehead.  Trembling with the effort to remain upright, he lay back on the cool sheet.  The noise stilled and he took another look around the tiny room.  He lay naked down to his waist and when he raised the sheet to make sure both legs were still there, he found he was without clothing period.  An oath left his mouth as he searched around the room again for any sign of his dirt-encrusted uniform.  He spied his cavalry hat hanging over the back of the only other piece of furniture in the cubbyhole, a chair.

He had to admit, the situation proved better than he’d expected.  The Great Spirit must’ve seen some benefit to keep him alive, seeing as how the last recollection he had before passing out was a young woman attempting to help a dying man.  The pain in his thigh reminded him he still had a leg and his thigh felt cool to the touch.  No infection!  Ty breathed a sigh of relief.  Besides his head wrap, a white bandage bound his ribs securely.

Fatigued already, Ty closed his eyes to consider what he would do now.  Where he was and how he’d gotten there remained a mystery, but he still lived, which was as much of a surprise as he could stand at the moment.

Again the sounds of cooking came from the other room.  Ty could hear one person moving about and the footsteps sounded light.  A woman perhaps.  The idea gave him some comfort.  He doubted he could have defended himself against an attacker.

How long had he been out?  What about his men?  Were there survivors?  He bore down on the memories as they came rushing back.  He definitely had unfinished business with some Yankees.  The enemy had laid in wait for the Rebels.  How did they know his men would be coming through that particular spot?  Responsibility weighed heavy as he went over the scene in his mind.  His men were dead before any of them could retaliate.  Deep in grief, Ty’s head came up when a soft squeak of the door hinge alerted him to an intruder.

Caught off guard, Ty flung the sheet back to meet his foe.  Reaching for the tin basin on the nightstand, he drug himself up by the four poster’s simple wooden support.  He stood, though precariously on one foot.  Brandishing the tin pan as a weapon, he readied for an attack.

A slender blonde-haired woman stood framed by the doorway.  The petite woman stared wide-eyed at his actions.

Ty tried to square his stance, but his injured limb sang out with white-hot shards of pain. He sucked in air while reaching for anything to hold onto.

The soft female form rushed forward to support him.  She was no bigger than a hummingbird, he mused, yet she managed to right him easily enough.  Her warm flesh pressed against his, sending the scent of her rushing through his already battered senses.  Unable to stop himself, Ty groaned aloud.  He allowed her to ease him back onto the mattress, but found no words to use in appreciation.

Watching her, Ty considered he’d have been no more dumbstruck than if he’d been hit up beside the head with an iron skillet.  She was a vision.  The first wave of lust eased enough, so he focused on a soft cap of her curls the color of warm honey.  Her scent reminded him of a wooded glade, all earthy and natural, yet all woman.  He couldn’t help but breathe her in. The young nymph settled him on the edge of the bed once more before taking serious stock of the situation.

“You’re much too weak to be trying to get out of bed, sir.  Here, let me see you settled.  I have some broth that will help you get your strength back.  I’ll fetch a bowl for you.  But, you must lay back now.”  Her tone brooked no argument.  Her voice floated through his brain like an elixir.

She had the voice of an angel.  Ty could only stare.  Her eyes were the color of a doe’s with a lovely almond shape.  They gravitated to his body. Her stare branded him with a heat the likes of which he’d never experienced. .  He’d never been so undone.  “Are you real?”  The question came out stilted and broken.

The woman blinked at his question.  “Of course I’m real.”  She inclined her head in his direction.  “So are you.”

Hypnotic and intoxicating in the same breath, he mused.  The Great One did have a sense of humor — what a cruel trick to play on an injured man.

Naked before her proved bad enough, but growing aroused in the presence of a lady did not a gentleman make.  Ty chided his muddled brain to do something!  Flicking a hesitant glance down, he said, “My apologies, ma’am.  I’m not decent.”  When he tried to right the situation, his injured arm balked and retaliated with more needles singing up his shoulder.

The young nymph stepped closer, deftly pushing him back onto the bed.  With a practiced hand, she lifted his legs and gently settled him more comfortably on the mattress.  Ty watched as she steered him further back into the pillows she plumped behind his shoulders.  Soon, the errant sheet covered him to the waist with a blanket added for good measure.  The slender, golden-haired nymph continued to busy herself by tidying the room.  She seemed unaffected by his naked body as if she’d seen a man before.  Of course, with the war on, she’d most probably tended countless Yankees in an effort to do what she could.  Had she tended him? He didn’t know whether to be encouraged or disappointed by her reaction.  Because, he, on the other hand seemed lost in her mere presence with no desire for rescue.

“There.”  Satisfied, she took a step back to survey her handiwork.  Giving him a stern frown, she explained, “I won’t be able to help you if you continue to attempt to undo my work, sir.  Lay back and let me take care of getting you back on your feet.”  She continued to watch him with a studied eye.  “ You’ve had quite a blow to the head.  There are several injuries, which required stitches.  If I hadn’t happened along, you most certainly would’ve died from your leg wound.”

Ty’s good eye tracked the movement of her hand as her slender fingers shot out to stop him from reaching out to touch his injured shoulder.  “Leave the wound alone.  I understand they itch, but don’t pick at your stitches.  The dressing is fresh, so if you continue to badger the area, you’ll have the wound bleeding again.”

“Who are you?”  Ty’s question held fascinated curiosity.

“My name is Sonja.”  The young woman’s hands dropped to her apron.  In an absent gesture, she smoothed the fabric before adding politely but firmly. “Mrs. Sonja Brooks.”  Without waiting for a reply, she headed for the door.  “Give me a minute.  I’ll bring you a bowl of broth.”

Watching her slim back disappear out the door, Ty relaxed back on the bed.  “Mrs. Sonja Brooks.”  He mumbled her name as he considered the fact she was married.  Such a petite thing, slender in all the right places and round where a man’s hand could rest easy, Sonja Brooks could move a man to do dishonorable things.  Ty found the idea disquieting, but to his liking.

The mounting questions as well as their answers stalled out though as she appeared once more with a tray containing the broth along with a tall glass filled with what looked to Ty like some sort of vegetable juice.  Its dark red color resembled tomatoes.  A basket filled with bread completed the offering.  Ty’s mouth watered.  For the life of him, he couldn’t find his tongue.  Mumbling his thanks, he picked up the spoon.  Intent on downing the meal in haste, he paused when she stopped inside the door.

“Take your time, sir.  There’s plenty.  I’m glad to see you have an appetite.

How long had it been since he’d eaten?  Vague memories of hardtack wafted through his head along with chickaree coffee brewing over a low campfire.  The taste of the broth and bread forced out all memories of his past hunger.  The food surely tasted good!  Ty couldn’t help the low groan which left his lips when he could see the bottom of the bowl.

With a swipe of his good arm across his mouth, he tried to voice his appreciation.  “That was delicious, ma’am.  Thank you for your generosity.”  Hesitating, he glanced back at the empty glass before asking, “Did the juice come from your garden?  I’ve never had any like that before.”

“Ox blood which will give you strength.”

“Ox blood?” Ty couldn’t help the quizzical expression, which crossed his face.  Even his Choctaw mother had never offered him anything remotely similar.

Those doe eyes tracked his reaction with a slight quirk to the corner of her mouth.  The hairs on his nape prickled with the reply she shared with him.  When telltale color rose in her cheeks, Ty suspected the explanation held more than she acknowledged with words.

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If you enjoyed this excerpt, please check out my FREE sample.  Click here to download it.  Also The Lady in the Mist (The Western Werewolf’s Legend #1) contains more of Sonja and Ty’s story for you to enjoy.

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Enjoy the blog hop today! It runs through Dec. 17th and be sure to visit all the blogs participating and leave a comment on their article to enter to win!

Conquest is #3 on Amazon!

Congratulations go out to my writing friend, Victoria Embers.  Her short story, Conquest which will be part of her upcoming vampire erotica anthology, is number 3 on Amazon!  I’ve read Conquest and found the story to be an intensely satisfying read and certainly an enticing beginning to what promises to be a pleasure filled novel.

Victoria will be my guest on December 22nd, just in time for Christmas.  Drop by and enjoy a talk with a lady who enjoys writing vampire erotica as much as we love reading it.

Now, Victoria Embers I saved the best part for last – Conquest is FREE on Amazon as well as Smashwords.  So what are you waiting          for?  Check out this love story for yourself!

http://victoriaembers.wordpress.com/freebies/conquest/

Featured Author – Greta van der Rol

Greta van der Rol recently released her book, “Black Tiger” and it has received great reviews! One Amazon reader said, “Black Tiger is magic. A vivid, affectionate portrait of India, and a passionate call to support the campaign to save the tigers. The romance is hot and believable, the writing assured. The complexities of family relationships aren’t resolved by magic. There is a solid reality to this story.”

I’m very excited to have her on my blog today as a featured author and can’t wait to pick up her book. It is available at Amazon by the way. Click here.

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What is “Black Tiger” About?

He haunts the jungle – and her dreams

When Dr. Sally Carter travels to India to regroup from a broken heart the last thing she wants is to fall in love. But Raja Asoka (Ash) Bhosle is entirely too attractive to ignore, even though she knows it can only end in tears. Hers.

Ash guards his forest and the precious creatures within it, protecting the rare tigers from mindless slaughter, and a secret that lives in legend. From the moment he sets eyes on the Australian doctor, he wants her, even over the objections of his mother and the unsuitability of her cultural heritage.

While Ash fights tiger poachers, Sally struggles against cultural prejudice. Can the Legend of the Black Tiger be the bond that brings them closer together, or will it be an impossible belief that rips them apart. The closer Sally comes to understanding what the legend means, the more frequent the nightmares become. Is she losing her sanity, or is there more to Sally than she herself knows? The answers lie buried in her past.

When the Black Tiger breaks free to stalk the night, only one thing will control the beast.

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Catherine: Greta, thanks for joining me today.

Greta: It’s great to be here. Thank you for hosting me on this blog tour to introduce my new paranormal romance novel, Black Tiger.

How did you come up with the title?

I wanted something about tigers and something that came across as a bit spooky, since it’s a paranormal romance. My first thought was Shadow of the Tiger (a title that makes sense in the context of the book). But then I went with Black Tiger because that’s the name given to the legendary beast in the book. It’s also shorter, so easier to read on an e-book cover.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

First and foremost, I’ve written a paranormal romance intended to entertain readers. I very much hope that while they’re being entertained, a few facts might filter through. Wild tigers are under threat of extinction – because of us. We encroach on their habitats and (worse) we murder them for pointless traditional medicines. Trust me, soup made from tiger penis is much less effective in improving a man’s libido than Viagra. And sorry, but tincture of tiger whisker won’t cure toothache. However, those things are part of the story, mentioned in context. There’s nothing worse than being beaten over the head with a message. But I’ll add, for your readers, that all profits from Black Tiger will go to the David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation to support tiger conservation.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

There were a lot of challenges in creating Black Tiger. For a start, it’s set in India, Hong Kong and Melbourne (Australia). And in India, I move between a tiger reserve, a palace, and the slums of Mumbai. Having studied Indian history at university, I had some background in Indian culture. I’ve visited Hong Kong and lived for quite some time in Melbourne. But even so, I spent a lot of time using Google Earth and the internet to round out my settings. I also had an Indian friend read some early drafts and he helped me come up with things like correct character names. For depth on the tiger aspects I watched and re-watched several David Attenborough documentaries on tiger parks. I felt it was important to portray tigers correctly as savage, solitary hunters. They’re not cute, striped pussies like Tigger in Winnie the Pooh. Then I had to have sufficient understanding of the Indian were-tiger legend and weave that into my plot. And last but not least, I had to learn to write a romance – in as much as in this book, the romance is the major component of the plot. It wasn’t easy.

What books have most influenced your life most?

I don’t think any particular book has influenced my life, really. I had my nose in a book from the time I learnt to read and I have a very wide general knowledge as a result. I’m interested in… stuff. Astronomy, astrology, magic, physics, history, geography, animals. You find all that stuff in books.

What authors have influenced your life and writing?

I write mainly science fiction so my main choice of reading material has been SF. So people like Isaac Asimov, Jules Verne, Arthur C. Clarke, Jack McDevitt, Elizabeth Moon, Anne McCaffrey, Douglas Adams, Timothy Zahn et etc. In the SF romance genre Linnea Sinclair is a stand-out. (I do think I write a bit like her) Then there’s a whole raft of fantasy titles and rather a lot of crime books. Agatha Christie comes to mind. My very favorite author is Terry Pratchett. I have all his books. But I don’t write like him. Nor do I write like Tolkien, another all-time favorite.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Oh, lots. Toby Neal’s crime series are great. If you like thrillers, Fred Limberg won’t disappoint and I’d recommend N. Gemini Sasson’s historical fiction books. In the romance field, take a look at Nya Rawlins, who writes gritty, atmospheric stuff with real vampires (no sparkles).

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

This might surprise you. The romance. Most of my other books are science fiction romance – fast-paced space operas with romance as a sub-plot. I knew writing the romance part wasn’t my strongest suit, so I asked for, and received, help from a number of writing friends. It took a lot of hard work and many revisions, but I’m told I got it pretty right.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Readers, I hope you enjoy my books. If you don’t, that’s okay. There are lots of books, famous ones, that I don’t like for a variety of reasons and no-one can please all of the people, all of the time. My aim is always to entertain, to help you while away a few hours in another world.

Catherine: Thanks for sharing with us today.  We wish you the best of luck.

Greta: Thanks for having me.

About the Author

Greta van der Rol loves writing science fiction with a large dollop of good old, healthy romance. Black Tiger is a slight departure from her usual genre, because it’s contemporary and paranormal., but, like her other books, it’s fast-paced and action-packed. She lives not far from the coast in Queensland, Australia and enjoys photography and cooking when she isn’t bent over the computer. She has a degree in history and a background in building information systems, both of which go a long way toward helping her in her writing endeavors.

She also has a love for animals and nature, which is why all profits from the sales of Black Tiger will go to the David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation to help tiger conservation.

Contact her at the following links:

Website: http://gretavanderrol.net

Twitter: http://twitter.com/GretavdR

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Author.Greta.vanderRol

Amazon Author Page

The Vampire from Hell – Review

VH_Volume1_rev3 When you don’t want to go into the family business and bucking your father can get you killed, what do you do?

If you’re Rayea, daughter of Satan, you get the hell out of Hell!

Rayea discovers what life can truly be like with a trip to the House of G, earth and plans to return to hell to face her greatest fear – her family.

Ms. Thomas paints a vivid picture of a young woman’s trip in self-discovery while trying to do the right thing for those she’s come to care deeply for.  She chooses a different path from the one her father chose for her – will she survive?

The Vampire from Hell, Part 4 should answer the question.

I loved the concept of a fire shooting vampire who uses the internet to learn all she can about humans.  She wants desperately to be one, but living among them is a good second choice.  Her journey is fraught with conflict and puzzles she must solve because lives depend on her. Strong and smart mouthed, Rayea is a wonderful heroine.  I loved this fantasy paranormal book!

Learn more at http://www.allythomas.com or Download Part 1 for Free.

   

Featured Author – Lindsay Avalon

Today is a very special day on my blog because it starts off the first day of a blog tour for one of my writing friends. It’s a very exciting day!

Linsday Avalon begins her blog tour for her upcoming book, Breaking the Nexus which will be released on the 12th of the month. Linsday’s action-packed paranormal romance will be released on on Amazon in ebook and print!! To celebrate, Lindsay will be holding giveaways throughout the month and a release day party filled with games and plenty of prizes! I’m honored that she picked my blog today to start her tour.

The blog tour runs from Dec 1-31 and there are over 40 blogs participating! Join Linsday on each stop as she shares exclusive snippets from the book, answers interview questions, or guest posts. Be sure to leave a comment to enter for your chance to win prizes! Don’t forget to enter the rafflecopter grand prize giveaway while you’re at it! Prizes include Breaking the Nexus swag, ebooks, custom jewelry, and more!

For a complete list of blogs participating, dates of special giveaways, the grand prize rafflecopter, and a list of the amazing authors generously donating books and swag, check out the special page on Lindsay Avalon’s blog: http://lindsayavalon.blogspot.com/p/breaking-nexus-blog-tour.html or click the image below.

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What is “Breaking the Nexus” about?
Throughout history, myths and legends of extraordinary creatures have been told and retold. Fantastic tales of demons and banshees, gryphons and dragons, and of course, magic. Stories that every child grows to learn are nothing more than fantasy…or are they?

Beyond the world you see lies a hidden realm, the Mythrian Realm, inhabited by all of the creatures you’ve been told are mere fiction. Only one thing lies between humans and the truth: the Nexus. A magical barrier erected millennia ago to separate the two realms, it has stood the test of time. Until now.

For Mythrian Sha Phoenix, magic is nothing new. But when she stumbles upon a portal on the verge of collapse, her fate will forever change. Pulled through the portal into the Human Realm, she lands in the middle of Detective Connor Flynn’s brutal murder scene. Soon it is obvious someone is using blood magic to try to bring down the Nexus. Together, Connor and Sha must work to unravel the secrets before the barrier falls and the realms collide.

The Nexus is breaking and all hell is about to unleash…literally.

Excerpt from “Breaking the Nexus” by Linsday Avalon

Sha floated, surrounded by a cold, dark abyss. This must be death.  It was rather peaceful in a way and at least she didn’t hurt. The thought hadn’t finished forming when jagged shards of pain radiated through her body. By the flame. This was almost as bad as mage fire. She clenched her teeth, pride the only thing keeping her scream of agony locked in her throat. She wasn’t dead, though whether that was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.

Forcing herself to steady her breathing, the deafening roar in her ears subsided to a low howl as she worked to push aside the pain. Backlash was brutal; the Gate must have collapsed, sending out a wave of raw energy that her mind had attempted to absorb. Talk about sensory overload, it was a minor miracle she still had her wits about her.

Gradually she grew aware of her surroundings, the surface beneath her body cold, hard, and…sticky? What the hell? Maybe she’d been hasty in assuming she’d kept her wits. The last thing she remembered was walking into the forest clearing. Trepidation welled up inside her body. Inhaling, she barely stopped herself from expelling what little she’d had for breakfast that morning. The stench of blood and Goddess only knew what else sent her stomach roiling. She had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t in Mythria anymore.

“Right, let’s just state the obvious, shall we? And now I’m talking to myself. I’m going insane, that’s it.” Since Luca hadn’t teased her for muttering to herself, nor had he asked if she was alright, she surmised he was either missing or unconscious. “Stop being a baby and just open your eyes. What’s there to be afraid of?”

Steeling herself, she pried open one lid. The dawning sun lanced into her brain, triggering a resurgence of her headache. Could this day get much worse? As her vision cleared, she wanted to kick her own ass for taunting the fates.

“Hey miss, you alright? Cops are on their way. Do you know what happened?” The voice was unfamiliar, the accent not quite like anything she’d ever heard before. Her eyes narrowed, trying to bring her surroundings into focus. Holy hell. She was in the Human Realm. Lying in an alley. In a pool of blood; a lot of blood, though not hers since she’d notice  losing important limbs or acquiring new holes. A commotion nearby drew her gaze to a crowd of strangers growing larger by the minute, all eyes fixated on Sha. Yup, she’d been an idiot to tempt fate.

Struggling to pull herself upright, she waved off the hands outstretched to help. “Fine, I’m fine. Just dazed, I think.”

A shrill scream amplified the pounding in her head. Why did some women have to sound like the infernal banshees that roamed the Enigma Forest?

“Oh my God! There’s a body over here! Oh my God, that woman’s covered in blood! She had to have done it! She could be armed!”

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Lindsay’s Bio

I am a wife, a programmer, and now an author. I have an adorable mini Schnauzer and more books than I have room for. I love reading romance because no matter what may be happening in my life, I can always count on my books to end happily ever after. The day I met my husband was the day I truly began believing in happily ever after. After hearing me complain a few too many times that I had “nothing” to read despite the hundreds of paperbacks scattered around the house, my husband began suggesting I write my own stories. When I finally took his advice I discovered that although I enjoy my day job as a software engineer, my true calling is to be an author.

My sister drilled into me an appreciation for fantasy and mythology, something I try to bring to my books. My debut novel, Breaking the Nexus started as a book written for NaNoWriMo and has grown to so much more. It was the conduit that introduced me to a fantastic group of independent authors who have changed my life in unimaginable ways.

When I’m not writing, I’ve found a passion for blogging and interviewing fellow authors. I also love reading (of course!), baking, crochet, sewing sock monkeys, playing video games, and all sorts of random crafts. I have an incurable love of rubber duckies and stuffed animals, and I believe nobody should have to grow up if they don’t want.

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