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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Thanks for dropping by,

Catherine Wolffe

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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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A Rough Year

Creative writing is like taking flight.

Sometimes in life, things assail people that catch them completely off guard.  This year has seen some of these road blocks in this writer’s life.  Reality is a rough place to reside when you face the ugly side of our existence on earth.

I wish I could tell you the answer for me was to escape into writing.  But dealing with health issues and denial of your own mortality overrode my creative nature.  Sorry, but that’s truth.  Does that make me weak?  I do not have the answer to that one.  Today I opened my story file to work on the tale of a witch with PTSD in love with an empath kidnapped by a narcissistic demon.  The contents could mirror my mental state at this point.

The good news is I am closing in on the end of the story, and I am sure of one thing.  Life goes on.  I will survive.  I will not make promises.  Everyone has the promise to offer, so I will not compete.  Instead, I will seek the creativity to heal my battered soul.  The story will end when it is time.

For those of you who have patiently waited, here is an excerpt of my latest work in progress, Beyond The Veil. Thank you for your continued support.

Rockets whistled overhead.  Gunfire erupted all around Logan’s unit.  He blinked away the vision of Luke’s lifeless body lying in a pool of blood.  “Gotta stay here.  Gotta focus.  Just a vision.  Nothing more.”  Logan raked fingers through his hair.  Snarling at the noise, he crouched low.  The feel of his mind slipping from reality made his breath come in quick pants.  Gas fumes and burning rubber assailed his senses.  “Gotta get out of here.”  Logan closed his eyes and covered his head with his fists.

The sound of a chopper sitting down reminded him he had to evacuate.  Sweat popped out as he took a couple of steps toward the door.  There was not the time for the sense of dread, which enveloped him.  Still, the image of another person standing behind Luke frazzled his nerves.  Logan cursed low under his breath.  The sense of De Ja Vu whirled in his head.  He stumbled before clutching the doorframe.

He had struggled with the image ever since he returned from the ‘sandbox’.  Figuring it was a figment of a battle weary brain or some psychotic meltdown did not stop Luke’s form from popping up at the worst times, like now.  He could not see ghosts now – not now.  Shaking out the kinks, Logan forced one foot in front of the other.  “Stay in the present,” he murmured.  Willing away the thoughts, Logan forced his brain to think of Aubrie.  She was safe and out of harm’s way.  The crystals he had given Gus to use would keep Aubrie safe until he could stop this disaster from happening.  Her alter ego; Valcura was going to be pissed.  Logan grinned at the image of her flying off the handle and gathering a head of steam to dump on his ass when he returned.  A quick prick of guilt reminded him of the trick he had used to keep her out of the action.  So what if she was pissed at him for holding her hostage until he could eliminate Absol and his band of merry warriors.  The eye roll brought back the headache.  Tension gripped his neck.

“Time to rock and roll, bro.”

Logan wiped away the dirt.  The voice reminded him of Luke.  Searching behind him, he confronted his buddy standing much as he had the day they’d left for Afghanistan.  Luke, the boy from back home, the quarterback and hero, stretched to his entire six foot two frame and grinned for Logan.  Gathering his wits, the former Navy SEAL shook away the memory.  “Gotta focus.  Can’t go in halfcocked.”

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Thank you for sharing with your friends.  Your support means so much.

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Desire’s Embrace-A Wolf Shifter Romance

11160571_1649199951968626_2103220830101452295_nMorgan Latimar seeks a nanny for his children. Being a Creole and a shifter makes the search hazardous for him as well as his family. The woman who accepts the position can never know his secret. Yet, despite his Wolfen wisdom, Morgan falls for the passionate, Laura Sinclair.

Laura Sinclair answers the post from the mysterious man from Louisiana. Soon she’s thrown into the world of Voodoo magic deep in the heart of Creole New Orleans in 1872. How can she perform the job she was hired to do when she’s falling in love with the handsome Morgan Latimar?  Will he want her once he knows her secrets? Where can she turn for help?

10 Ways for ADD Writers to STAR WARS! …Be More Productive

Thanks Kristen.  This is information I can really use.

We have dreams and deadlines and most of us have grown fond of clean clothes. Also, our family is all needy and whiny and says things like, “Mommy, why is there no food?”

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Country Music and the Story

Country Music and the Story.