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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Let the Flag Forever Fly For the Free and the Brave

If you listen to the media, you think the men and women deployed during the war are coming home from the middle east.  This isn’t the entire truth as the families of Louisiana National Guard are saying good-bye to their sons, daughters, husbands and wives today.  They’re headed to Kuwait.  Their prime objective is to rebuild.  They are trained as infantry, nonetheless. The unit my son is part of is the 844th from West Monroe, Louisiana.  Our community is a small suburban area of Northeast Louisiana with few industries and a lot of pride in who we are and what we believe in.  We love our country and our men and women are proud to serve.

My blog site is usually full of the latest information on writing and my books.  Today, I’ve set aside my usual posts for one that’s very near and dear to my heart.  As I stand today and watch my son leave, knowing I will not see him for a year, my heart is breaking.  The flags fly and folks blow their car horns.  The caravan of trucks pull out and head to their destination as men hang from every opening, yelling and whistling. We all wave and smile through the tears because we’re so proud of their selfless devotion to keeping us safe.  It’s an emotional moment I will never forget.  This is the stuff life is made of and you come to realize what is truly important as you watch this scene play out.  For all over our great country, the same thing happens over and over again.  We are Americans and we are proud to serve.  Let the flag forever fly for the free and the brave.

My oldest son wrote a special salute to his little brother.  I want to share his words with you here.

So today my younger brother is being deployed to Kuwait for what we have been told is 1 year. He leaves behind a loving wife, and two beautiful children (3 and 5+ months). I ask you to pray, if you will, for not only his safety, but for all who’ve made the decision to serve our country in the military to protect our freedoms. I also ask you to pray for the family members left behind to keep moving forward with life. I ask you pray for God to remind them of his presence, their internal strength, and that he brings nothing to our lives that he thinks we cannot handle. May God speak to all of these troops/protectors of our nation, and say to them “I am with you always”. Thank you for this selfless gesture. God Bless America and its troops.

God’s speed to all our troops.  We look to next year when we will hold you in our arms again.

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