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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A Vivid Imagination From Beyond the Veil

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We are two weeks and a few days away from Beyond the Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company‘s release.  I’m excited to share this first installment in the Shadow Company’s trio.  Look for your copy at all major outlets New Year’s Eve.  Now for that imagination.

Logan Latimar and feisty, Aubrie Sinclair find common ground and sparks light their world.  Here’s a snippet of conversation over coffee at Stogie’s Place.  Enjoy!

Beyond the Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company 

To Aubrie, the diner was like stepping back in time.  The atmosphere went back further than the cafes of the fifties with their bright colored vinyl bar stools.  Cozy, dark stained wooden booths lined the wall of windows making up the building’s inviting structure.  Stogie’s Place reminded her of the diners of the forties with a soda fountain near the back.  The hole-in-the-wall establishment might have been where Al Capon strolled in, firing off enough rounds to kill his current enemy in crime.  The gun smoke would still fill the air as he calmly exited the door, getting back in his car before speeding away.  Aubrie could practically smell the coppery scent of blood splatter on the walls.  Screams mixed with overturned chairs littered the space as patrons scurried from the murder scene.

Logan touched her arm.  “I said where would you like to sit?”

“Huh?”  Aubrie blinked away the vision.  “I don’t care.  Over there is fine.”

“Where’d you go?”  His voice deepened with the question.

Warmth surrounded Aubrie as she imagined him in the bedroom with a single lamp for light.

“I ugh, I drifted off there for a moment.  That’s all.  This place reminds me of the gangster days the locals mention when Bonnie and Clyde, you know those infamous bank robbers, frequented the area.  Can’t you see somebody like them or Al Capon or maybe Baby Face Nelson appearing in the doorway?  All of a sudden, their rival is lying in a bloody pool.”  She smiled wistfully at the idea.

“Wow, that’s a vivid imagination you’ve got there.  Easy on the blood, okay?”

Unable to help the laugh, Aubrie reined in her thoughts.  “I’m app to conjure up a tale or two.  I write for a living, among other things.

“You’re an author?  That’s fascinating.”  His eyes lit with interest.

She had hit a cord with this ex-SEAL.  Unable to stop the smile, Aubrie wondered what else made up this handsome package of male testosterone.

“So what do you write about?”

Now, she relaxed a fraction.  Her love of writing surfaced, so, of course, Aubrie couldn’t stop the easy feeling of purpose, each time her work was mentioned.  Nothing bad ever came from discussing her writing.  “I’m a romance writer.  I love mixing paranormal and  suspense along with history.  Can’t get enough of them.”

“Wow, I see.  You really enjoy the work, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.  What about you?  No, let me guess.  You work at the garage during the week and save drowning damsels on the weekend.  Sounds like Superman to me.”

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Catherine

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Confessions by Wendy Ely

Today I have the special pleasure of sitting down with the author of Confessions, Wendy Ely.  Thanks for stopping by, Wendy.

“Thanks for having me, Catherine.  I always love visiting with you and your readers.”

I know you have a lot to tell my readers today.  So let’s get started.

What motivates you to write?

This might sound weird but the need to write. I have to create the stories in my head or I’m not a happy girl.

How did you come up with the title for your novel?

For the Desert Secret books, I wanted all of the titles based on one theme: secrets. The first book in the series, Confessions, seemed appropriate because Chelsea returns to her hometown to confess her secret to Jordan.

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

The biggest challenge was life getting in the way of writing Confessions. I had a boyfriend totally disappear just as Chelsea did to Jordan. I had already written that part of the book when it had happened to me. I sat in my home and cried for a long time. I didn’t want to write the story anymore but knew I had to keep moving forward. I relived my pain while I revised the scene when Jordan confronts Chelsea about leaving all those years ago.

Who is your most popular character?

My most popular character is Chelsea because people can relate to her. People make bad choices in their life occasionally and not always get a second chance. Chelsea gets her second chance.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Writing the difficult scenes. There are some gut-wrenching situations in the book and I had to feel every emotion along with the characters. It took me on a wild adventure.

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

There isn’t an intended message in Confessions. I feel that reading is a personal journey and hopefully the reader will get something meaningful to them out of each of my stories.

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

Thank you so much for reading the books I write and I’d love to hear from you. Feel free to email me any time at authorwendyely@gmail.com.

Can you share a little of your book with us?

Set low to the floor, the bathroom vanity gave her a full view of her body in the mirror. She glanced down at the ink permanently marking her, above the soft dark red curls. Never allowing herself to look straight at the tattoo, she glanced away out of habit but decided this once she could look. After all, they were alone together in a hotel. If there was ever a good time for this, it was now. The fingers of her right hand slid over the ink as she walked closer to the mirror.

When they were sixteen Jordan had promised her his love forever. Instead of a removable, they felt it was more symbolic with something permanent.

The red ink of the heart stood out against her skin like blood on a white silk sheet. The handle of the knife sticking into the heart read “Jordan.” Did he still have his? Or had he visited the artist to have the knife handle colored in? She whirled around and turned on the hot water in the shower.

Confessions is available at Amazonhttp://amzn.com/B00A3FVT84

Thanks again to Wendy Ely for coming by today.  Any questions or comments you have, please feel free to leave for Wendy or myself.  I appreciate all of you who enjoy my blog and look forward to hearing from you.