Flash Sale for Blood Born, Book 4 of Shadow Company

The fourth book in the series, Shadow Company is free on Amazon for three days!  Get your copy today and discover how the bad-boy biker with serious history discovers his attraction to an animal shelter volunteer with a painful history of her own.  Will he find the one he’s looking for or sacrifice everything for the woman in his arms?  Join Dorran and Meagan as they come face to face with evil reimagined in the quaint little town of Cheniere Station.

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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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Rafflecoptor Giveaway! $5 Amazon Card For One Lucky Winner. Plus EBook Copies Of Deliberate Intent, Book Two Of Shadow Company For More Lucky Winners! Enter Here…

Happy Friday! In celebration of the last work day of the week for many, I have decided to host a Rafflecoptor giveaway! Just click on the link below to be transported to the event. Enter and look forward to your chance to win!

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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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Friday Teaser – Deliberate Intent, Book Two of Shadow Company

Deliberate Intent, book two of Shadow Company is in the works.  I want to share the backdrop of the story with you while the details are being worked out.  Friends of Aubrie and Logan’s come to their rescue when the couple finds themselves involved in a criminal act.  To prove their innocence, Aubrie and Logan must rely on the help of Katie Tibideaux, hometown girl and pharmacist,  and Duke Taylor, ex-Navy SEAL, and cowboy.

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At first glance, these two mere mortals couldn’t be more different.  But as the danger mounts against their friends, Katie and Duke find common ground in a sizzling relationship that proves opposites attract.  In this scene, Katie and Duke are in the vacant house left by Aubrie and Logan when they escaped arrest by disappearing into the Netherworld.

 

 

Searching for clues, neither Katie nor Duke are sure of the other’s intentions.  Yet, thrown together, they discover their attraction to each other is heating up.

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Katie’s feet faltered.  Likely reluctant to believe in the depth of his commitment, she stalled.  “Where are we going with this, Duke?”

“Into the future, darlin’.  I intend to make sure you understand just how important you are to me.”  His mouth turned up in a slow grin.  “That intelligent mind of yours is working overtime.  I know what your thinking.  Duke Taylor’s a lone wolf, a drifter, a slick operator.  Love ‘em and leave ’em, am I right?”  Reaching out, he traced the swell of her cheek to the corner of her lush mouth.  “But, I promise you, I’m in this with you for the long haul, Katie.  You’ve cast your spell over me.  The fact is, I don’t want to break that spell.  I’m happier than I’ve ever been with anyone.  Do you know what it takes for a man like me to admit that?”

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Thanks for dropping by today.  I hope you check out book one of Shadow Company, Beyond the Veil.  The fight for good over evil takes some surprisingly dark turns in the first installment of Shadow Company.  Join Logan Latimar and Aubrie Sinclair as they use their mystical talents to save their small corner of the world.  Demons in the guise of shadow walkers and real life issues brought back from an unforgettable war make life difficult, if not dangerous for these two lovers.  So begins the tale of love in the paranormal.

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Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company – Aubrie and Logan

 

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ARC Reviews of Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company

 

Have I got your attention?  Who would like to post a review of my latest paranormal romance – Beyond the Veil?  I have a #FREE copy of the book for readers willing to place an honest review on Goodreads/Amazon, B&N within the next month.

An update on the series includes book two coming this summer – Deliberate Intent is the continuing story of Aubrie, the seer, and Logan, the ex-SEAL/warlock. Their fight against evil in the netherworld threatens to destroy their love.  Lurking in the shadows, the demons use the couple’s own minds against them.  With help from Duke Taylor, fellow ex-SEAL and Katie Thibideau, Aubrie’s best friend, the war wages against the dark forces.  Discover their story soon!

 

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Happy New Year! The Last Tuesday Teaser of 2016

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I’m getting a head start on this weekend’s celebration while there’s time.  Thank you for following my blog and your support throughout 2016.  I’m excited about 2017.  Aren’t you?

Perhaps the new year will bring happiness and satisfaction in your life.  This is my New Year’s wish for everyone.

My celebration begins with a price reduction for Beyond the Veil, Book 1 of Shadow Company.  Keep an eye out at Smashwords.com and Amazon.com for the switch during the end and beginning of 2016-2017.

Now, for that Tuesday Teaser.

Testy is the word of the day.  Have you ever had one of those encounters that curled your toes but when things settled again, the vibe went haywire?  Aubrie and Logan finally have a real date under the stars and sparks fly.  The next morning doesn’t find them on the same page, though. Here’s an excerpt for your pleasure.

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“Sure.”  Balancing the pan in one hand, Logan poured coffee with the other.  “Here go.”

“You sure are cheery this morning.”  She glanced at him with the last of her observation fresh out of her mouth.  “I mean, where do you get such energy?  Me, I’m not a morning person.”  Probably best to dive into the coffee in her hand, she mused.

“It’s a gorgeous day.  I’m feeling better.  You worked some kind of miracle on me last night.  Besides, I don’t usually have a date for breakfast.”  He cut her a cautious glance.

“I know, drop ‘em off and leave.  Right?”  The laugh came out brittle.  Okay, testy woman.  Drill it back a notch her brain shouted.  Aubrie shoved at her hair.  “Look, I’m gonna apologize to get it out of the way.  I guess it was the high altitude, but I don’t usually sleep with a guy on the first date.  That was a date, right?”  With brows furrowed, she glanced at him again.  This time, irritation surfaced briefly.

The lines around his mouth hardened.

“Now, don’t get me wrong.  I enjoyed myself.  I’m off kilter here is all.”  The stiff grin probably spoke volumes.  Doing more damage than good, Aubrie.  Stop while you’re ahead, her mind growled.

“Can’t say I blame you.  After all, a SEAL jumps in without asking.  Leaves ‘em staring at the stars while he snores.  Things may have gotten out of hand.  It’s my fault.”  He stabbed at the eggs sending some flying out of the pan into the dirt.  “Oh and by the way.  Since we’re keeping score, this was our second date.”

“Now, wait a minute.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t usually come on to a guy like I did last night, but I thought we had a connection, Latimar.  You encouraged me, but I jumped you first.  I want to be clear on that point.”  She stood before stalked off to the bushes.  “And furthermore, I fell fast asleep.  I don’t remember anything about staring at the stars.”

“No, that was me,” he mumbled.

“What?”  Aubrie came back, dusting her hands on her dress.

“I said that was me staring at the stars.  Can’t quite figure out how you managed to seduce me.  I got to give it to you.  You were something.  Isn’t this heaven?”  Sarcasm seeped through his question.

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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!

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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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Beyond the Veil – Snippet

Happy Friday!  I have scheduled a release for New Year’s Eve.  I hope you can drop by.

Today’s snippet revolves around Logan’s POV.  He regrets the way his date with Aubrie ended.  He has intentions of apologizing.  He’s caught off guard when he bumps into her in Katie Tibideaux’s drug store.  Unable to find the words, which will show her how sorry he is for walking out on her, he flounders in the sensations he has when he sees her.  Hope you enjoy!  Thanks for dropping by.

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A jingle came from the front door.

“Hello?”

The female voice sounded too familiar.

“Katie?  Are you in the back?”

“Be right there,” Katie called from the bowels of the store.

The voice had him frozen in his tracks.  Unwilling to admit he had a moment when he’d almost bolted for the door.  Prompted by the fact safety lay just on the other side, Logan scowled down at the bottle of fish oil – ‘one thousand count, made from the finest fish from the north sea.’  “Coward,” he growled under his breath.  Turning, he headed for the counter.

“Hey, Logan,” Aubrie greeted him as he approached.

Her faint smile reminded him of the reaction of the nurses at the VA after he awoke from an episode.  Their faces always registered detachment framed in caution.  “How’ve you been, Aubrie?”  His hands automatically went into his pockets.

“Fine, how about you?”  Her smile warmed a little.

His mind registered the look of long golden brown tresses hanging down her back.  Soft curls bounced as she shifted from one foot to the other.  By the gods, but she looked good.  “I’m fine,” he said with precision.  Lying was one of his better skills, he mused.  Her standing there made him crave the urge to reach out.  Logan imagined taking one of those long, satin strands of hair in his hand before twirling the silken smoothness around his finger.  Languishing in the soft, sensual length made his shaft harden.  No, there was no ED problem when it came to her.  Discounting the notion, he jerked his head in the direction of the garage.  “Gus is trying to kill me slowly, I think.”  Her gentle laugh eased the tension he sensed between them.

“Yes, I’ve noticed you guys are swamped most days when I go by.”

“You came by?  Wait, I missed you?” he questioned.

“No.”  Her brow furrowed.

Logan’s gut tightened.  Shifting, he searched for a calm he was not sure existed.  With Aubrie so close, his world went to general quarters.  Her nearness had his heart beating like a piston.  Afraid his head might explode, Logan took a step back.

“No, I just noticed when I’d drive by is all.”

The moment was broken as Katie stepped up to the counter.  “Hey, you.”

“Hey.”  Aubrie’s tone immediately shifted to intimate friendship.

Silently wishing her response to his question had been similar, his hand automatically went to his chest.  The familiar pain lodged there ached with a deep longing.

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