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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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Discover more snippets of Deliberate Intent right here where paranormal and romance collide.  Thanks for dropping by.

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Beyond the Veil Review – Celebrating Friday the 13th.

Thrilled is an understatement.  I’m happy dancing in my PJ’s this morning over the wonderful review for Beyond the Veil.  https://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Veil-Shadow-Company-Book-ebook/dp/B01N4FIW55

Thanks to Jane for the detailed look at my new series called Shadow Company.  As with beginning books, an author sets a stage for the characters in which to live out their stories.  Her insight into the background and intentions of the author or dead on.  I want to give her a high-five for her diligence and support.  Please enjoy her review below.

Oh, by the way – watch your step today.  It’s Friday the 13th.

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OMG-WOW. .shadow-walkers, demons , portals, Netherworld and veils, with Seers and Warlocks.. and Marie Laveau.. what a story. . Details are intricate. .the story is intriguing and interesting. . I love the characters. And am surprised by the story line… It took me differently than I thought it would.
Aubrie Sinclair, a seer from a long line of empaths -meets-Logan Latimar, an ex-Navy SEAL and warlock. Now Girl meets Navy Seal is enough to be a super Hot read, but then add the paranormal to it and WOW!! Logan returns from war to work in his brothers garage, but war doesn’t leave him, the dreams come and they seem to bring not only the past but the present with them. Aubrie is not only a seer, but a budding author who lives alone with her two dogs, and a horse out in the country and gets visits from a friendly shadow-walker at times. But now she’s pulled into dreams of a war with the hometown hero Logan, while being stalked by a demon portraying himself as a shadow-walker.
Will she help Logan with his dreams ? And will he rescue her from them and her own trouble with her stalker too? And will Love, the purest form of good help both? I don’t give away spoilers, just advice.. READ THIS FANTASTIC BOOK!!
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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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Catherine

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Beyond the Veil

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The end of 2016 marks my sixth year as a romance author.  I love the journey and look forward to many more tales of suspense and mystery within the genre of fantasy.  My latest book, Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series, scheduled for release at the end of the year brings magic to life.  I plan on sharing small snippets of the book with you, the readers in the coming weeks. To begin, here is the synopsis.

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Aubrie Nelson wanted peace.  As a seer, she cherishes living alone with only her dogs and horse as companions on a quiet farm in the hills of northern Louisiana.  The solitude allows her to harness her gift and banish the unwelcome voices in her head.  Her world is turned upside down when she meets Logan Latimar, former Navy SEAL, and warlock.

Evil lurks in the fog.  Logan has seen the demons in his tours as a Navy SEAL.  Even his talents as a warlock can not rid his world of the danger, residing on the other side of the light.

Can his attraction to Aubrie be more than a mere fascination?  Or, are they destined to face the shadow walkers from the netherworld?  Together they embark on a spin chilling adventure as self-proclaimed saviors of the world.

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“So that’s why you love it way out here.”  Logan scanned the darkness, examining the silhouettes in the burgeoning moonlight.  “I understand it now.  This place is your haven, your sanctuary.”  Turning, his eyes traced her features.  “You’re an amazing woman, Aubrie.”

“Not really.”  The laugh escaped unbidden.  Now, she gripped the rail.  Its strength she found necessary at the moment.  “Some say I’m crazy.”

Silence filled the air.

Funny, she had expected him to disagree.  She shot him a glance from beneath her lashes.  He started to laugh.  Starting as a bubble of amusement, Logan did not finish until he held his side.  “A stitch, sorry.”  Having trouble breathing, he clutched his middle.

She did not know whether to ignore the outburst or roll with the mood.  “What’s so funny, exactly?”

“I’m sorry.  Folks were calling you crazy.  I find that ironic is all.”  He smoothed a stray length of hair back from his forehead.  “You see the way the Army smothers a mistake is to cast aspersions on those involved.  If you find yourself under fire, cause a diversion.  We were labeled crazy by the shrinks once we got stateside due to our dispute over the call to disengage that night.  It’s so convenient for them to label you with PTSD and close the book on you.  Honorable discharges dished out all around.  Hoorah, team five.”  He waved a long finger in a circle above her head.  One pious general even mentioned how grateful we should be to have our pension intact.  He said how we could have been court-martialed for insubordination under fire.”

“You think I’m running don’t you?”  Aubrie watched him carefully.

“What?”  He shook his dark head.  “No! Why do you say that?”

Extending her arms, she encompassed the dark space before them.  “You see a coward who had rather live alone than face the world.  You think I believe you’re a coward.”

His eyes deepened to forest green.  Sparks of amber sizzled around his pupils.  “I don’t believe any such thing.  Quit putting words in my mouth, woman.  That’s not the way it is.”  Shoving back, he turned his back to her.  A moment passed.  Slowly, he turned to face her.  “I see what you’re up to.  You’re goading me aren’t you.  Trying to remind me, I’m not a victim here.  Am I right?”

She glanced out at the new moon’s gleam over her tiny valley.  “A man needs to remember why he’s fighting and for who.”  She turned away, walking down the length of the deck.  As she did, she glanced back.  “Small minded people will always believe what they want.  It helps them sleep at night, I suppose.  You and I believe in truth and justice.  I guess that makes us off kilter for some.”

“You had me going there for a minute.  Of course, I don’t believe the talk or the diagnosis.  We know what we were put here for, and that’s all that matters.”  Logan narrowed the distance between them.  Sweeping Aubrie up, he kissed her hard.

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Beyond the Veil, a work of fiction and the copyrighted material of Catherine Wolffe, the author is not eligible for reprint or sharing except with the permission of Catherine Wolffe.

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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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