Blood Born

So, it’s Wednesday, and I’m in the writing cave today.  I have a new WIP I’m dealing with at present.  One of those fly by the seat of your pants kind of stories.  A new adult romance spinoff venture from Shadow Company.  Vampires, shifters, magic, and danger all congeal in this thriller about a small town girl falling for the bad boy bounty hunter.

Meagan Christiana turns twenty-one soon and among all the well-wishers are a few dangers she did not expect.  Since she is all grown up and ready to start her own life, Meagan figures she can handle what comes next.

 Dorran O’Hare, an Irish born ex-SEAL is on the hunt.   He has to save Cheniere Station from the Sultan’s diabolical schemes.  Having tracked the evil one across the Veil to the sleepy little town in Louisiana, he fears for the woman the Sultan seeks.  Her gifts are still a mystery to her, and he is the one chosen to show her the way.

Here’s a sample of what’s in the works.

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Dorran’s breath on her neck had Meagan jumping back.  “What the hell?”  One look into his eyes and she could see he had been in her thoughts.  How else did he know she wanted him to kiss her?  A burning pressure radiated along nerve endings in her arms as he pulled her to her toes with those rough hands of his.  Leather met cotton in that second.

He breathed her in and narrowed his examination of her face.  “You smell like a woman, Stretch.  All simmer and sauce.”

She blinked.  What did he call her?  It took her mind a full four seconds for the comment’s meaning to register.  Was she a dish now?  Meagan wondered what came next.

I want to kiss you.  This is the only warning you’ll get.  Better let me know whether you can handle it.  Okay?”  His wicked grin was back.

Give me your best shot, ace.”   Her chin firmed under his keen eye.  “I may be just a woman, but I’m no kitten.”

The low growl sounded in his throat as he leaned into the kiss.  With a slant of teeth and tongue, he explored the corners of her mouth without hesitation.  When he eased back, his eyes stayed on hers.  “Just so you know, I’m a take charge kinda guy.”

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Hope you liked the snippet.  These two still have a long way to go.  As the story unfolds, I’ll share more.  Now, let’s see who read to this point.  Drop me a line with your email address and let me know what you think.  I’m keeping a tally and giving away copies once the book is released.

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Blood & Magic, Book 3 of Shadow Company – A Vampire’s HEA

Can a vampire have an HEA, a happy-ever-after in his life?  Well, the answer is complicated.  Certain factors have to be in place, the planets have to aline just so, and the world must tilt on its axis.  Yes, the fact a vampire has to rely on the fates for his romantic future is a puzzle.  Many have tried to work out the ending, many have failed.  Such a proclamation is not without its flaws or so the nay-sayers preach.

J.T. Leighton was a good soldier.  He was a good Navy SEAL.  He ran into a situation which altered his nature for all eternity.  He’s come to grips with the idea, or so he thinks.  Then, someone from his past shows up out of the blue.  She’s a long drink of water with a talent for dance.  No one had come close to stirring J.T. to wish for something more than a one-night-stand until Jessie Coulter came into his life.  They’d share passion and a tender connection.  Then she disappeared, literally in front of J.T.’s eyes.

Now, his days are filled with loneliness and his nights with murder at his own hands.  J.T.’s a vampire killer with a hard-on for bad guys.  Don’t blink or you might miss the rest of the tale.  Blood & Magic releases on Valentine’s Day.

Oh, if you don’t mind, wish J.T. a Happy Valentine’s Day.  It may be the only one he gets.  Pre-order your copy today.

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Excerpt from Blood & Magic, Book 3 of Shadow Company

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She danced across the stage in a flutter of white netting over spandex.  Her hair, pulled back in a severe bun held the blues of an inky night.  Long and slender, she flowed with the music, each movement beginning and ending in the next.  A leap into the air reminded J.T. of a gazelle.  If only he could capture the moment, holding her so forever.  In the dream, J.T. saw Jessie as she’d been almost two years before.  She had been a beauty of exceptional poise and statue.  The grace of her movements were compliments of her tall, lean curves.  A ballerina – his ballerina.

J.T. sat up in the bed.  Nerves rippled along his arms.  Glancing at the clock, he snarled at the readout – three in the afternoon.  Damn!  Rubbing the tension in his neck, he flung his legs over the side of the bed.  Too early to go out.  He padded downstairs for a drink.

Trapped!  He was a fucking prisoner in his own house when the past came calling.  Snarling at the fact, he switched gears, shoving at the memories from years before.  Her laughter caught him off guard.  Glancing around just in case, he stilled.  Her image flitted through his mind.  J.T.’s maker, the damn Sultan, was up to his old tricks.  J.T. would wager money on that idea.  With the bag of chips under his arm, he headed back.  Thank the gods he was allowed some small favors such as something other than pig’s blood to enjoy.  With the glass of warmed blood in his hand, he wandered back up the stairs.  He wanted to wallow in his memories of her, his Jessie.

No, he did not forget how he had come to meet her.  A suspect in a crime of murder.  No, he did not see her as a murderer or a psychopath.  His job as a private investigator meant he sought the truth.  In her case, the truth held his heart in the palm of her hand.  She convinced him of two things in their short time together.  Number one – that she was not the perpetrator.  Number two – that despite being a vampire, he would move heaven and hell to keep her safe.  The trouble with safe was he had no control over the realm in which the woman resided.  In fact, he had no control over any realm or any condition.  Only his existence in death.  Glancing down at the glass, he realized he had finished the blood.

“Have you seen anyone who looked suspicious hanging around today, Zodiac?”

The cat rolled from sitting on his hind legs to resting on his side, before leaning into J.T.’s side.  “Meow.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’ Zodiac.”  Getting back up, he prowled the room.  Agitation, an old friend, appeared in not being unable to remain still for more than two minutes.  “Blast it all to hell and back,” he groaned.

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Blood & Magic – Preorder Today

Vampires do exist in Cheniere Station.  Magic is alive and well in this small town.  All is not as it seems.  For J.T. Leighton to survive, he must work with what he has been given – a life eternal with no hope of parole.

Jessie Colter seeks J.T.’s help in finding her parents.  Her secret will destroy the only family she has left if she can’t convince J.T., private investigator, she’s not the person responsible for their disappearance.

Their past comes back to haunt them in a surprising turn of events.  Can there be a future for them or is their fate written in the Sultan’s evil deeds?

In this sexy paranormal romance novel set in the world of Shadow Company, award-winning author Catherine Wolffe tells the story of a couple fighting to rekindle love in the midst of a war with the Sultan of the Netherworld.  Preorder today on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078W2HYX2

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Here is an excerpt from Blood & Magic, book three of Shadow Company.  In this scene, J.T. has a talk with Aubrie Sinclair about things regarding her plans to marry Logan Latimar, warlock, and ex-Navy SEAL.  J.T. realizes he has a ways to go before Aubrie sees him as a true friend of Shadow Company.  He hopes he can gain her trust.

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“It’s a little late to be working, isn’t it?”  J.T. stood in the doorway to Aubrie’s office off the bedroom.

Aubrie jerked.

“Easy.”  J.T. had expected her reaction.  His return smile curved in sympathy.  “I’m sorry.  Don’t make a sound these days.  The vampire gig, you know.”

Shaking her head, Aubrie arched a brow.  “You’re forgiven, I suppose.  Maybe you need a keeper or herald or something.”  Aubrie rubbed the back of her neck.  “I’m sorry.  That was uncalled for.  I’m in a pisser of a mood it seems.”  She tossed down the pen onto her desk before slumping in the chair.

J.T. flicked a glance in her direction.  “I grateful you allowed me the watch tonight.  Seeing what comes and goes through the veil is helpful.”  He let the statement linger in the silence.  “I figured you’d be in bed after all that cooking tonight.  The spaghetti was the best I’ve had.”  Still no reply.  “Hey, are you feeling all right?”

Aubrie shook her head before giving her neck a crack to either side.  “You know you have writer’s block when your mind is a million miles away, and nothing comes together on the page.”

J.T. had to admit the change of subject caught him off guard.  Her mind was bouncing from fear to fear.  He heard the frustrated agitation in her statement.  “Or maybe you’re simply distracted.”

“No argument there.”  She glanced at the calendar on the wall and grimaced.  “In ten days,” she mused aloud.  Tapping her fingers in nervous frustration, Aubrie shoved back from her desk.  “I can think of nothing else except the fact I’m marrying the sexiest warlock whoever spun a spell in only ten days.”

Her stilted laugh reminded him of a school girl.

“Sorry, again, TMI, right?”

J.T.’s grin surfaced automatically.  “Perhaps.” Stuffing his hands in his front pockets, J.T. examined the floor at his feet.  He sensed things, always had.  Even before becoming a vampire, he had possessed a small sensory talent.  Like now, J.T. knew, her heart thrummed with the thought of Logan’s touch.  The way the warlock looked at her made Aubrie’s knees weak.  Even the way he walked stirred her in a very private way.  He glanced up at her face in time to witness the blush creeping up her neck.  Point proved.

Straightening the papers on her desk for the thousandth time merely succeeded in aggravating Aubrie further.  She huffed out a shaky laugh before shoving at her hair.  “I’m sorry for going there.  The desk chair creaked as she rolled back to the computer screen.  “I know I’m supposed to sit my butt in the chair and write, but I can’t think of a thing.”  Exasperation rimmed the words as she frowned at the desk.

Again, the change of subject.  Aubrie desperately needed her control J.T. supposed.  “No need to apologize.”  He took another step inside. That was far enough, he mused.  It’s the truth.  Hell, even I can see the way you two look at each other.  What woman wouldn’t be distracted?”  He knelt on one knee, gaining her attention at eye level.  “Besides, there’s magic between you two.”  He waved a hand when she tried to disagree.  “I’m not talking about Logan’s talents.  There’s love there.  I’m happy for you.”

Turning, Aubrie smiled at J.T.  Gently, she reached out, her fingers grazed his cheek.  “You’re a good man, J.T.

He was going to come back with “for a vampire,” but her face held a kindness he hadn’t seen before.  She was being sincere.  Something softened in his chest.

In the blink of an eye, Aubrie froze in place.  She was staring at something behind him.

J.T. turned to see what had caused her reaction.  The mirror behind him held only one image, Aubrie’s.  A vampire cast no reflection.  He turned back to see her staring at nothing but the solo reflection.  Stray hairs, the color of mink, waved in wisps about her oval face.  The chocolate strands gathered in a ponytail held a rich weight in the desk light.  Her skin had gone pale.  “It’s okay, Aubrie.”

Her eyes darted to him before returning to the mirror once more.  She had a hard time meeting his gaze.  Instead, she grew fidgety in the seat.  As if flicking on a switch, she splayed her hands flat on the desk, sliding them back and forth.  The laugh came out breathless as well as strained.  “Thank the gods, I write independently, or my deadline would be in grave danger at this point.”  She coughed nervously before continuing, “How am I supposed to manage a wedding rehearsal, a final fitting and a bachelorette party all in less than a week?”  Her eyes settled on him as she paused.  “I’m sorry, I’m babbling.”

He had spooked her.  One step forward, two steps back.  “No worries.”  The vampire made her nervous, he decided.  Nothing to do about that.

Quieter now, Aubrie looked him square in the eye.  The laugh came out in a huff of breath.  A form of cleansing, he mused.  As if nothing else had transpired, she picked up the previous topic of what to do with trouble.  “I’ll manage the same way I handled a covert operation into the Netherworld in search of my warlock, and his nemesis, I suppose.”  Her face took on a faraway look.  “I can still see Nybbas the last time we left the Netherworld.” Grinning, she cut a glance at J.T.

“I know what you mean.”  J.T. stood up before shifting to lean on the doorframe.  “I suppose they made the supremely odd couple, what with Nybbas, the wrinkled, green-skinned demon-has-been standing alongside Logan, the warlock, and kick-ass ex-SEAL.”

Aubrie snorted at the mental image.  “You know, I’ve wondered since how we managed to escape unscathed.  The grin disappeared.  “Then again, I remember why we went back, to begin with.”

There was no need to explain their decision.  J.T. was aware, well aware, of the reason those gathering that evening had crossed the veil.  Logan had gone in search of Nybbas, a mid-level demon with a talent for mind manipulation.  The whole thing started when Logan believed he had been unfaithful to Aubrie.  The dreams about his ex-girlfriend, Connie Calder were so real, they shook his confidence.  Fearing mind manipulation, he crossed over the veil in search of his old adversary, Nybbas.   If anyone could manipulate a mind, it had to be Nybbas.  Instead, Logan found the Sultan, an evil shadow walker turned warlord, in control.  The Nybbas they had known was nothing more than a shell of his former self.

Aubrie’s gaze centered on the darkness outside the French door.  “You know, it’s funny, J.T., but I never expected to find Nybbas, much less, find him in such an altered state of being.  He resembles an elderly grandfatherly type rather than a demon warrior.”  Her eyes filled with tears before she shoved them away.

J.T. remembered what the bastard had done to Aubrie.  The only thing that had changed was who was responsible.  As if on cue, Aubrie rubbed a hand over her belly where Nybbas’ brand remained, a constant reminder of what she had been through.

“If Logan hadn’t found me in time, I would have become a sinister pawn in the Sultan’s unholy game.  Nothing stopped the bastard from altering my mind forever.  For some, that’s what has happened, and there is no going back.  The Sultan’s magic is too strong.”  Her lips thinned into a line.  “To find Nybbas alive and with no memory of his cruel domination over me was hard for Logan to accept.  He wanted retribution.”  Her eyebrows winged up.  “Hard for me as well.  Straightening, she eyed J.T.  It’s a new day.  It’s all changed.  Somehow, The Sultan controlled everything.”  One solitary tear glided down her cheek.

“You know I’m in awe of you.”

Her eyebrows knit.  “Me, why?”

“Well, you went back after the Logan and Duke solo.  Since Logan told me what happened to you the first time, I can’t blame you for never wanting to go back, but you did.  Then to find Nybbas was less than the monster you hated took the wind out of your sails.  You sucked it up though and took him in rather than toss him aside as the Sultan had.  Katie’s right, you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

“He’s just an old, wrinkled, green man.  I have to admit, finding him like that did throw me for a loop.”  She shivered.  “The sheriff in Cheniere Station charging Logan with Connie’s murder was the last straw.  I knew the answers were over there.  I had no choice.  I had to go back.”  Aubrie sniffed before wiping her eyes.

Figuring she needed a change of subject, he broached a topic he had been hesitant to as Logan about.  “Did the Sultan return with Logan from Afghanistan?

The tears trailed down Aubrie’s cheeks.  “Yes, he did.  Logan said he saw him in his dreams for months following his return stateside.  Then the visions started.

J.T. was no good with tears, especially a woman’s tears.  He rubbed the bridge of his nose.  “That’s all in the past now, Aubrie.”  His voice, carefully modulated, held what he hoped passed for concern.  He couldn’t reach out like he wanted to do, for he dared not touch her.  Her empath skills would rocket her right out of his reach with what she found inside him.  “He has hurt us all, Aubrie.”  Turning to stare out at her view of the pines’ silhouetted against a night sky, J.T. spoke softly.  “The monster came close to killing one of our own, too.”  He referred, of course, to Duke Taylor, the ex-SEAL and J.T.’s Team Six bud.

Aubrie sniffed before answering. “The doctor said he may limp.”  She shook her head slowly.  “He’s lucky to be alive.  A millimeter one way or the other and Duke would have died from the Sultan’s attack.”  Aubrie watched out the window.  “Damn bastard.  I guess that’s what the Sultan wanted.  Another soul collected.”

“He’s after all our souls,” J.T. murmured.

Aubrie stood because she could sit no longer.  “The trouble with writing is you have to focus.”  The laugh was shaky.  Throwing her hands into the air, she strode out the French doors to the deck stretching the length of her house.  “I’m done here.”  Wiping her nose, she walked to the rail.

The laugh trailing after her proved mirthless.  J.T. could feel the pain emanating from her.

A killer view lay before her.  “This always helps,” she murmured.  Wrapping her arms around her chilled chest, she closed her eyes and breathed in the clean, cold air of early December.  “Christmas is coming,” she mumbled into the icy air.  “My wedding too.”  I won’t let him get in the way of my wedding again.”

J.T. remembered, Logan and she had postponed everything when Duke had come back in critical condition.

“The gods save us from ever having to set foot in that place again,” she whispered.  A shudder slipped past her guard.  “I won’t go back, ever.”  The vow sounded solid.

J.T. knew how much faith to put in such a statement.  None.  “If the Sultan has his way, one of us or all will have to go after his sorry ass.  Then we’ll face my former master with all the magic and firepower we can muster.”  His words hung between them.  J.T. saw the fear in her eyes.

Glancing down, Aubrie watched her hands clench into fists atop the rail of the deck.

J.T. saw the same mental image she did.  One of a young girl, her dark eyes huge in her young face flashed in his mind’s eye.

“Don’t worry, Meagan.  We’ll save your family.  Logan’s working on a spell now.  It won’t be long, I promise.”  Aubrie dropped her eyes to her hands on the rail as she finished the statement.

Aubrie’s words, barely audible, pushed at J.T. resolve to remain detached.  His years as a Navy SEAL gave him training ingrained into his DNA to compartmentalize his life.  Surprise filtered through his dead system as a pain. One as real as the prick of a knife’s blade caught him in the chest.  Rubbing the sensation away, J.T. cursed low at the affront.

Aubrie smiled weakly.  “It’s okay.  I understand my wish is fleeting.  Reality can be a bitch sometimes, that’s all.”

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Flash Sale! Deliberate Intent is #FREE!

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Fabulous Friday (today, August 11th) and Sublime Saturday (August 12th) just got better.  You can purchase a copy of my latest paranormal romance, Deliberate Intent, book two of Shadow Company #FREE at Amazon for these two days!!

 

But wait.  There’s more.  How about a snippet?  You’ve got it!  Logan Latimar, a warlock, and ex Navy SEAL is confronted with what he hopes is a vision.  Reality has fingers as cold as ice though, and he needs solace.  Check out this steamy scene in the Louisiana heat.  Hugs and Happy Friday!

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Lingering at the door, Logan made a show of waving.  The cars drove away followed by the dust of a dirt drive.  Guests were fun but the day had been long.  “That went well.”  His estimation settled in the silence.  Turning, he searched the great room for Aubrie.  She’d been quiet most of the evening.  He missed her usual banter with Pilot, her shadow walker friend.  Katie, Aubrie’s best friend, and Gus, Logan’s brother probably hadn’t notice.  He did.  Had Aubrie, the seer already figured him out?  No, discovering his secret would cause an eruption.

Padding barefooted to the sofa, he dropped down on the cushions.  The day had been tediously long.  Words were stilted.  Conversation with Aubrie came at a price.  Glancing up, he noted the ceiling fan’s swift swirl.  Logan closed his eyes.  How had he gotten himself into this mess?  Even knowing the answer didn’t help.  A casual encounter with Connie, his ex at Joiner’s grocery had mushroomed into a full-blown situation.  Throwing an arm over his head, he propped his feet on the coffee table.  Aubrie would protest if she walked in about then.  She didn’t.  He could hear water running – in the shower.  Most times, he would slip out of his jeans to join her.  The notion of his hands on her silky skin appeared in his mind’s eye.  Those long legs wrapped around his hips.  Suds rolled down their bodies as he kissed her senseless over and over again.  Giggles and groans accompanied the hot, wet shower sex.  The image was one of his favorites.

The laughter switched.  No longer alluringly sweet, the sound rang raw as if on the verge of hysterical.  Logan opened his eyes.  Connie stood on the opposite side of the coffee table.  She cocked a hip while smirking at him.  Logan jumped.

“What’s the matter?  Not who you were expecting?”

His senses sharpened.  He went into military mode.  “What do you want?”  Nasty rimmed the question.

“That’s not very hospitable of you, Logan.”  Easy as you please, she strolled around the table before dropping down in front of him.  “Why don’t you let me work my magic on you, Latimar.”

Logan glared at the fingers slipping up his thigh.  Was she real?  With a free hand, he clamped down hard and unyielding.  “Don’t.”  Noting the chill in her skin, he shifted to stand.  “Get out.  Now!”

“All right.  But I’ll be back.  After all, I got more of a right to you than Aubrie does.”  With a jerk of her head in the bathroom’s direction, Connie stood, giving her long blonde tresses a good shake out.  Sauntering to the door, she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Have a nice night, Logan or should I call you daddy?”  With those words, she disappeared.

Logan released a sigh in a long, laborious effort to somehow cleanse his skin of her touch.  No good.  The incident wasn’t merely a dream.  He could smell her cheap scent. She had been in the room.  Flesh and blood, Connie had stood almost where he stood now.  “What the hell,” he growled in the silence.  “I’ve seen a ghost or an apparition, maybe a vision.  Something.”  Glancing down, he noted his hands shook.

“Who’re you talking to in here?”  Aubrie appeared in the door to the bedroom.  “I heard voices in here.  Did Katie forget something?”  Raking a fat comb through her chocolate lengths, she eyed him coolly.

Ice hardened along his spine.  “Nobody.  I was talking to myself.”  The habitual shove of hands in pockets followed by clearing his throat spoke volumes.  Logan would put money on it.  “Are you getting ready for bed?”

“Yeah, are you coming?”  Her questioning eyes tracked him as he gathered up his boots.

“No.  I’m not tired right now.  Hey, I think I’ll fly over to Gus’.  He said somebody’s been hanging around the garage after dark.  I want to scout out the area.  Sorta give him some help.  Won’t be long.  Go on to bed.  I’ll be back soon.  Okay?”  Reluctance appeared in her features.  He stepped to her.  “Look, I promise, I won’t be long.  Lock the doors.  I’ll use my key when I get back.”

“Sure.”

The one word grazed across the rawness of having lied to her.  You did not lie to your soulmate.  Stepping to Aubrie, Logan eased in for a kiss.  Soft and gentle, his lips skimmed over hers.  Without effort, his mind relaxed as her hands touched his shoulders.  She had a magnificent talent for making the outside world go away.  Reaching up, he cradled her face in his fingers.  Long, pleasurable moments passed as his mouth swept the corners of hers.  Nibbling her flesh, he bit the corner of her top lip before sucking.  She molded her body into his.  The easy way she gave into his attention stoked his ardor.  Small pulses of electricity ran the length of his body.  His shaft hardened as she stirred his blood with her hands.

“Logan?”

“Yeah, Sugar?”  His heart thrummed with a new and vital beat.

“Make love to me.”

In the light shining in from the bedroom window, her request hit him with the force of steel.  The words were ones he had heard before.  A flicker of memory brought back the night they’d made love under the stars.  This woman channeled his emotions like no other.  No magic compared to her touch.

With a groan, he walked her backward to the bed.  The urgency for her drove him to pull her nightshirt over her head.  “I need you, now,” he whispered.

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Excerpt and Reviews for Deliberate Intent

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Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company – Aubrie and Logan
I’m happy to share one more excerpt from Deliberate Intent.  In this excerpt, Logan wakes from a dream which cannot be.  His life as an ex-SEAL and warlock is hard enough without this being true.  See what I mean…

Thunder sounded right outside the window.  Logan woke with a jerk.  His skin ran wet with a dampness as thick as if he had run a marathon.  Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he cursed.  “Three in the morning.”  Nothing good ever happened at three in the morning.  The truth of his opinion weighted his steps as he got up to pad to the window.  Rain hit the glass in a steady, unhurried stream.  A dull ache signaled the onset of a headache.  Another damned migraine.  Where had the dream steered into such an unholy place?

Logan turned to gaze at Aubrie.  The woman he loved lay asleep without concern or reason for fear.  Intent on keeping things just that way, he slipped out of the room.  The deck ran the length of Aubrie’s country home.  Leaning on the rail, he searched the shadows of the shallow valley below.  Unsure if he’d been more disturbed by the fact he’d had a dream about sex with someone other than the woman he was marrying or the notion he’d considered the act therapy, Logan stood wishing for a cigarette.  He had quit smoking after returning from the secular sandbox known as Afghanistan.  War held a man in its profane grip much longer than necessary or even considered normal.  So what did a man do when the dream world woke him at three in the morning with the worst wet dream imaginable, one headlining the ex-woman in his life?

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I returned from Texas and a birthday weekend with my grand daughter to find something special waiting for me.  Reviews are starting to come in, and I’m pleased to report, the book is well received.  This post includes those reviews and more. Deliberate Intent is featured at I Love Vampire Novels today.  A great site for all lovers of paranormal.Beach Travel Photo Collage

 

First, the Reviews
One reader had this to say on Amazon:
5.0 out of 5 stars FriendsSaving Friends
By Jane – Happy Camper  August 3, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This story is intense.  It shows you how true friends are worth more than gold.
Logan and Aubrie are going to get married! Katie, her best friend, is helping out with the plans. But Logan can’t figure out what’s going on.He’s dreaming things that he never would, and the dreams seem to be real. This ex Navy Seal who is a Warlock has big trouble! And even Aubrie, the seer can’t see what’s going on. Is the Demon Back? Is it a Shadow Walker? Something is out to get him, and is doing it with Deliberate Intent! Duke, one of Logan’s former Navy Seal buddies and a true friend, is being bothered with dreams too. He comes to visit Logan to figure it out. Sparks fly between him and Katie, but they are more concerned with helping Aubrie and Logan. Beyond the Veil proved only a teaser into the world of shadow-walkers, demons, portals, veils, and the Netherworld with Seers and Warlocks and the ghost of Marie Laveau. This story takes you into a puzzle that needs to be solved. But will it? Will Duke and Katie help their best friends? OMG, you just have to read it!!
Another reader shared this review:
on August 3, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
I loved getting to know Duke and Katie and watching them fall in love. It was great to revisit and see what Logan and Aubrie have been up to also. This story picks up a few weeks after they have taken care of the demon Beyond The
Veil and gotten back to normal.
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Catherine