Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Opal, a misunderstood fairy, from “The Badass Fairies of the Wabash” by Molly Daniels


Whispers Anthology, Coming October 2018:
There’s a whisper in the wind. The whisper of adventure, a whispered secret, the whisper of a tortured soul. What will it be saying to you?

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The Badass Fairies of the Wabash by Molly Daniels (short story)
Trouble is brewing along the Wabash River. A young fairy who’s recently released from Solitude, is rebelling against her new duties in the Three Bridges area. When the High Council intervenes, will things improve?


I’d like to introduce Opal, the misunderstood fairy.  Since she doesn’t get to defend herself in the story, I thought I’d give her the chance to explain her side of the story.  Ready, Opal?
I guess so.  How did you get holier-than-thou Diamond to release me from Stonehenge?

I reminded him you’d been locked inside for nearly two years. Your punishment was supposed to only be a month. Were the Druids kind to you?
No; they were horrible.  Being locked in the ground and trapped in stone was awful.  Why couldn’t he have sent me back to L’Arche, where I spent my Solitude?  At least there I had access to the water, and be above ground. My wings are so dusty.  I don’t know how long it will take to get the dirt from behind my ears.  Have you ever taken a dust bath? *shivers*


Let’s back up and bring the readers up to speed.  You saved a human’s life and were granted your own territory to patrol.  What went wrong?
For one thing, Turquoise (Opal’s supervisor) refused to grant my request to be near the water.  He sent me to patrol this boring strip of highway with a lot of twists and turns, lined with cornfields, soybeans, and trees.  After three days of seeing nothing but four cars, a herd of deer, various rodents, and uppity tree nymphs, I went off in search of more action.  How was I supposed to know some stupid human would try to take a turn too fast and play chicken with an oak tree?

What is your connection to Chel?
That phony?  He doesn’t even have the right to call himself a fairy!  He’s a Faxie, since his grandmother was a Pixie. I discovered him mixing potions to hide the fact his powers are nearly useless. At first, I simply helped test his concoctions, and discovered one of them caused me to not care about anything.  When he refused to give me more, I blackmailed him Threatened to expose him to the High Council. But Tanza and Tsavorite caught on….and Dominic blabbed when I interfered with his scheme to get two humans to fall in love. Since when is that a fairy’s job?  I thought the Cupids were in charge of that department.

It was my understanding it was part of Torque’s ruse to catch you.
(Sigh)  It worked.  Now my pretty pink wings are more of a dusty rose; I’ve developed allergies and the skin between my fingers itch; my glossy hair is limp.  I want to return to L’Arche and have the island gnomes pamper me.

Since you brought it up…..what is your disdain for humans?
One of my first assignments was to protect a young college boy.  He was so earnest about his education, so dedicated to his ambition….all I wanted to do was to be able to help him.  This is stupid. Quit using your psycho-babble on me.

Just because you made a mistake….Opal, everyone makes mistakes at one point or another.
(Scoffs)  Not the high-and-mighty High Council.  You saw what they did to me. I’m tired of everything going ‘just right’.  Why not liven up the action? I’ve found it’s more fun to create chaos in the world, instead of peace.  Peace is boooorrrring.

Opal….you’re seriously telling me you’d rather be bad than good?  
I’ve watched enough human TV to know the villians have all the fun. Sometimes they even have the best wardrobes.

You don’t look very well-dressed-
That’s because Steven Spielburg hasn’t read this story yet. You wait and see...he’ll cast Lana Parillo (Wicked Queen in Once Upon A Time) or Angelina Joli to play me.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I sincerely doubt that’s ever gonna happen. We’re a small independent press; I don’t see any Hollywood producers ever taking notice of this tiny book of stories.
Maybe I’m in the wrong business….let me talk to Diamond, and I’ll be your agent!

What about the fact you’re a fairy and only two inches tall?
So I’ll have to have help….I’m sure Chel and I can figure out a way to get a producer’s attention.  Maybe hypnotize a human agent for a few hours. Or go to Disney and pitch the idea.

I think this interview’s gotten out of hand. In the meantime, Whispers is set to release sometime in the next month through First City Books.  Did you read the other stories in the book?
I think your other story, Spirit Pottery, is a little hokey. Why couldn’t Zach (the ghost) have tossed Trevor down the stairs?  Or Caleb (the old soldier ghost) scared him out of the studio? But nooooo….it’s all about loooove.  (makes gagging noises). At least Brooke’s story is on the right track.

You’re hopeless, Opal.  Emerald? She’s ready to return to her post. I’m finished with her for the moment.
Emerald?  Why am I being released to Emerald?  He’s a hard-nosed, stick-up-his-butt, no nonsense jerk!

That was a condition for your release. You’re under my supervision now. One misstep and it’s back to the druids for you.

(sulks)  It’s not fair.

Just goes to show, crime doesn’t pay.


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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Read Lights Out in the Expanding Uiverse #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllen

What if today was "lights out?"

Read Lights Out in The Expanding Universe #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllen
If you knew this was your last day to live, what would you do? Would you face the end with a clear conscience? Would you fight for one more day? Look for that person you wronged and make it right? Run away? Turn and fight? What would you do? In Lights Out by Kayelle Allen, the hero knows his end is near. Instead of running, Tornahdo makes a choice. He will face death with a clear conscience and the knowledge that his death will serve mankind. He will join... GHOST CORPS

He can save mankind. After he does one important thing. Die. Join the Ghost Corps, they said. You'll live forever, they said. You'll save mankind, they said. They didn't say that to do it, first he had to die. When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three agonizing resurrections later, he's assigned duty on Enderium Six. He's facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps exists. Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already dead and this mission is codenamed "Lights Out." No, there's more to this than he can see. To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and this time--somehow--find a way to keep himself alive...

Excerpt, Lights Out by Kayelle Allen

The air reeked of antiseptic and starch stiffened the pillowcase. If only the mind-numbing jabbering would stop. Tornahdo pried open his eyes. The flattened blood bag above him, stenciled equipment and gray walls screamed military hospital. He'd died. Again. Spanish curses slipped out. His abuela would've taken a switch to him. He made the sign of the cross and kissed his fingertips. After yanking the tube out of his arm, he pressed a thumb over the entry point. Thankfully, this time, he wasn't writhing on the floor in agony. Well, not yet. A faceless android in a Ghost Corps uniform loomed over a bank of equipment displaying Tornahdo's name and vitals. First impression was right. Military hospital. The weapons-grade yapping continued. "Did you hear?" a youthful voice bragged. "He killed six of 'em last night." "Yeah, but they don't stay dead. They never do." "If Ultras didn't come back to life, their plasma wouldn't bring our own people back." The transfusion of enemy blood healed the hole in Tornahdo's arm in seconds. He thumbed off the red smear and rolled over on the gurney. An open door led to a sink and toilet built to let gravity do its work. Which meant this was a planet. You hadn't lived until you were in space, floating in zero gravity while your body's final twitches sent your corpse spinning. Notices on the wall confirmed this was San Xavier in the Colonies of Man. Same place he'd bought it the first time. This was getting old.

Lights Out part of the Science Fiction/Space Opera anthology The Expanding Universe Vol 4
edited by Craig Martelle Available Sept 17, 2018 Exclusively on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited https://kayelleallen.com/lights-out-save-mankind/

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About Kayelle Allen

Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi and Space Opera with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's a US Navy veteran who's been married so long she's tenured. She is the author of seven books, three novellas, and multiple short stories.

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Friday, September 14, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “His Midnight Sun” by Viviana MacKade


Today on First Kiss Friday we welcome author, Viviana MacKade, and an excerpt from her Romantic Suspense, “His Midnight Sun (Crescent Creek Book 3).”


Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.

Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?

Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.

Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?


First Kiss Excerpt
Summer nodded and stretched her arms over and behind her head, half yawning. “One day, I’ll ask to hear your story, Aidan Murphy. All of it, so maybe I’ll be able to figure you out.”
He stood still as a rock for one heartbeat. “One day,” he said then, leaning forward and close. “I’m afraid I’ll want to tell you.”
Ah, hell, there he was again, pulling the rug of ease from under her feet. Heat crawled on her face, she felt it and swore at it through breath that came in short and fast. In the dim light of a September moon, his eyes shone like dangerous jade. “Why?” she said in a wavering voice.
“Because I think you will not judge, nor run.”
“Should I?”
“Probably.”
“Why?’
“Because I’m a midnight full of nightmares and menace while you’re a spring morning sun. They are mutually exclusive, only pain comes when you try to put them together.”
Why did it feel like they were talking about something critical, something with the power of changing the course of their lives? And why did she want to challenge his words? “There are places in the world where the sun is up at midnight so, you see? Not mutually exclusive.”
“I can destroy your light,” he murmured, so low and pained, so strained and hurtful she struggled to breathe and barely managed a whisper. “I can lighten your darkness.”
“What’s left of me without it?”
“You give yourself too little credit.”
Away, far away, someone boomed. It might have been the people playing cards. Might have been an alien invasion. To her, nothing beyond those eyes, and deep voice, and words barely spoken existed.
She sat at a garden table surrounded by friends but she felt alone, nothing real but him, his mouth, his eyes almost challenging, bearing on her. He mesmerized her, confused her with all she felt: unsure, willing, terrified, tempted, needy.
He inched closer, closer, or maybe it was her. Until his lips brushed hers. Warm. Delicate. Gentle.
She inhaled his scent, closed her eyes to focus on the heartbreaking tenderness of the moment, on the shattering power of an innocent kiss. When the contact broke she still didn’t move, clinging to the sultry memory of it, to the cloud of promises but eventually, she had to surrender to the absence of it.
Summer opened her eyes to Aidan, struggled to put together words that had to be said, fought a stab of panic when he stepped back and she saw, really saw, his face. Dark brows hung low, his soft lips pressed together, his eyes were of hot stone. If he were anybody else, she’d have sworn he was freaking out. Big. When he rose and walked inside the house, she had to muscle air in and force her entire system to come down from cloud nine and ease up.
What happened?
What had just happened?
And why he looked at her with sheer panic booming on his face? He’d bared his heart one moment, then boom. He ran away.
Summer shook her head to reset reality.
It was not how people behave after a kiss. Right? A little more than a peck on the lips, if she had to be honest, which came as unexpected from someone as intense as he was. Not a big deal. Yeah, kind of mind blowing and soul shattering in its effects but still a peck, and he’d ran like she’d demanded marriage.
It needed to be talked through because come on, it was plain odd and she hated unsettled, odd things.
She got on her feet and made her way inside trying to avoid whoever’s eyes and gaping mouths. Because they were at a party in a house garden with other people, not exactly Times Square, so of course they’d all seen, and of course they were staring.
Holy. Crap.
She hurried her steps, opened and closed the glass door behind her, careful not to awake the children. After a brief wandering through the house–yeah, she had to chase after the man who’d kissed her, go figure–she found him in the hall, taking his keys from a little wooden bowl and her usually mild temper bubbled.
She might be a klutz with men, way out of her element when kissing Mr. Hot. She missed the logic behind him, kissing her, and was kinda freaked out by it, but she’d never run away. “I can’t believe you’re running,” she said, crossing her arms on her chest.
He pushed his keys in his pocket and stood there, staring at the white wall.
“What happened? Not only you, leaving but…” she swallowed. “You kissed me. We kissed, actually.”
He didn’t move nor answer but his stance was stiff, his entire body so rigid it tugged at her heart. When you’re a doctor, you recognize fear when you see it and boy, was he afraid.
Summer stepped toward him, took one of his hands in hers slowly, like she would approach a wild animal, gauging his reaction, fearing rejection, fearing everything else. And drew a relived breath when he tightened the hold.
“Aidan?”
As he still denied his full attention, he raised their linked hands, seemed entranced by it, as if they held every answer in the world. Then he brought them up until his lips touched her hand, his eyes closed.
Then he turned around and walked out, leaving Summer with nothing to contemplate but a door, nothing to fight but the tears burning in the back of her eyes.
Minutes passed; astonishment did not. It lingered on her as a mixture of surprise, pain, curiosity, fear, a mess she had no clue how sort out. Sort him out.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Margo Simmons from “Secret Desires” by J.L. Regen


Nothing in Margo Simmons’s life comes easy. She can’t claim the inheritance on a condo apartment her uncle has left to her until she is gainfully employed in a job for a year. She meets the man of her dreams but anguishes over a loving relationship because he is still emotionally tied to his deceased wife. With great difficulty, she becomes the guardian to a recently orphaned child she had been tutoring. Margo evolves from an insecure, newbie elementary teacher into a woman determined to fulfill the secret desires locked in her heart. My story speaks to anyone who has suffered a loss and had to start over.
J.L. Regen’s book was inspired by a real life story of lovers who join hearts against many odds. She lives in the New York metropolitan area, is a published photojournalist, has short suspense stories online, and has taught English as a Second Language to students around the globe. This is her first contemporary romance. She has also published three nonfiction books and is crafting a historical suspense set in World War II.


Today we’re talking to Margo Simmons from “Secret Desires” by J.L. Regen. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.


What is your relationship status?
I am happily married to a man who courted me with flowers, wine, dancing, and many romantic interludes. We just celebrated our 14 wedding anniversary.

What is your best memory to date?
My wedding day is one of my best memories. I felt like a princess in my gown and waltzed around the floor with my new husband. It was an exhilarating experience.

What is your favorite food?
My favorite food is coconut sorbet. I could eat it by the gallons. It is a nice intermezzo between courses as well.

Are you close to family?
I only have one family member left and, yes, we've become close. He's the patriarch of the family. A great husband and father who is now fighting back as he recovers from a bout with throat cancer.

What is your most prized possession?
My most prized possession is a teddy bear that one of my students gave to me. He greets me each morning.

If someone from your past showed up, who would you most want it to be, and why?
I'd want it to be my mother. She was my best friend and I miss her greatly.

Name three of your favorite things.
I have many interests--photography, yoga, and horseback riding are my three top ones. My passion is travel, which I've done as a writer, teacher, and photojournalist.

What kinds of things do you always carry in your pockets or purse?
I always carry a notepad in my pocket so that I can jot down ideas for my present and future novels. I get some of my best ideas on long walks.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?
I'm a morning person. I get up early, do my errands, and when I'm not teaching, turn on my pc early to compose my thoughts and write. I don't like burning the midnight oils because past a certain hour, the mind wanders and thoughts get jumbled. However, I have been known to get out of bed in the middle of the night to write down an idea.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
When I have a free day, I like to take a yoga class, read, write, and talk to a friend.


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Friday, August 3, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Waking Dream” by J.J. DiBenedetto


Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome author, J.J. DiBenedetto, and an excerpt from his Paranormal Mystery with elements of Romance, “Waking Dream (the Dream Doctor Mysteries, Book Four).”

After nearly a decade of visiting other people’s dreams, Sara Alderson thought she had made peace with her supernatural gift. Until one night, while watching her husband dream, she saw someone else watching him, too: a mysterious woman in a red dress.

The woman in red keeps appearing in the dreams of Sara’s husband and his co-workers. Sara doesn’t know if this mystery woman is trying to steal her husband, drive him mad or something even worse. All she does know is that now she has something she never imagined: a nemesis. And the only thing more dangerous than a nemesis who shares her ability to step into other people’s dreams, is one who knows far more about that ability and how to control it than Sara does.


First kiss excerpt
Part one…
I need some water before I can properly fall asleep.  I get up, open the door and tiptoe out, down the hall, to the stairs.  But there’s already someone downstairs, and – I don’t know why – I stand perfectly still and silent on the top step. 

It’s Grace, pacing back and forth near the front door, looking quite impatient.  I don’t know why I don’t call out to her, but some instinct is telling me not to.  A moment later, there’s a hand on my shoulder, and I look up into Maggie’s tired and windblown face.  They must only have gotten back from nighttime skiing a few minutes ago.

“I was looking for David,” she whispers into my ear.  “He’s been in the bathroom downstairs for a while now.”  And now I think I know why Grace is pacing, and why in that particular spot.  I put a finger to Maggie’s lips.  We both hear a door open, and then David comes into view.  He’s heading straight for Grace.  Of course he is.

He stops about six inches away from her, right under the mistletoe.  They stare at each other for a minute or two; it’s too far away to judge the expressions on their faces.  Finally, in response to some unspoken signal, they come closer – closer – then their lips meet.  The kiss lasts for just a second, and they spring apart like a pair of repelling magnets.  But then, after another minute or so, they come closer again.  This time, Grace puts her arms around him, pulls him tightly to her.  Then she grabs his hand and places it – oh, God, I can’t believe she’s doing this! – on the back of her neck.  She holds it there, exactly in the spot that Brian always touches me.  The spot that makes me swoon when it’s touched just the right way.  And now she’s running her hand through his hair; again, just the way I do with Brian.  They do say that children copy their parents.

She tilts her head slightly to the side and goes in for another kiss.  This time it’s much more serious, and it lasts a lot longer. 

They break apart again, more slowly this time, and it’s hard to be sure with the distance and the dim light, but I think they look more confused than anything else.  I turn away to look up at Maggie, and her face is unreadable too.  “Go back to your room,” I whisper fiercely.  “Don’t let them see us!”  I follow my own advice and scamper back to my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.
Brian’s looking confused.  “Where’s your water?”

“I got distracted,” I say, and I listen until I can hear Grace’s bedroom door open and close before I go back to bed and join Brian.  I wonder if I should even tell him, at least right now.  Obviously I can’t keep it from him – she’s our daughter, not my daughter.  But I don’t want him to overreact.  We’ve talked about the subject a little, and – probably because it’s always seemed like just a theoretical discussion about something that’s not going to come up for years and years – we’ve always both been calm and reasonable about it.  But that’s theory.  When a real boy has his actual hands all over our daughter’s physical body – even if neither of them had any idea what they were doing – I’m afraid calm and reasonable may go out the window.   

“By what?”

I can’t keep it from him.  “Our daughter’s first kiss.”

Part two…
I let myself drift back…
…This isn’t right.  Mom and Dad think that Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery are home.  They have no idea that Belinda and her brother Vince are home alone, and they definitely have no idea that Vince is throwing a party.  I don’t know why I’m even here.  I don’t want to be at a party with a bunch of juniors and seniors I don’t even know.

We’re sitting in Belinda’s kitchen, just her and me.  “So how big is this party supposed to be?”

Belinda shrugs her shoulders.  “You know Vince.  It could be a hundred people.”  A hundred?  Now I really don’t want to be here! But I don’t want to leave Belinda all alone.  She’s my best – my only close friend at school.  I can’t ditch out on her.

Here comes her brother now, with one of his friends, a short, stocky guy I think I’ve seen in the corridors at school.  They’re each carrying two cases of beer – I wonder which one of them has a fake ID, or maybe they got somebody to buy it for them?  They set the beer down on the kitchen table right in front of us, and open one of the cases.  “Here you go, ladies,” Vince says, handing Belinda and me each a can.  I don’t want – I’ve never even had beer before!

But everyone else is opening theirs and toasting each other.  I – I don’t have to, but Belinda’s my friend, right?  I open mine, salute them and take a sip.  I barely swallow it down without spitting it out; how does anybody drink this stuff?  Belinda doesn’t like it much more than I do, but she forces her beer down, and I follow suit while the boys laugh at us. 

“Hey, Belle, why don’t you put out some food?”  She’s told me she hates being called Belle, but she’s not going to get her older brother to stop doing it anytime soon.  I go to help Belinda set out several bowls of chips, and then she goes up to her room to change.  That’s all I need – not only will I not know anybody, but I’m going to look like crap compared to everyone else.  I thought my sweater was cute, but I’m sure Belinda will be back downstairs in five minutes with an outfit that puts me to shame.

And I can’t even borrow anything from her – she’s only a couple of inches taller than me, but she’s at least three sizes bigger.  Oh, well.  As I watch her go up the stairs, I see something hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the staircase.  Mistletoe.

I start to wonder who hung it there when there’s a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see Vince.  He’s not much taller than Belinda, but he seems bigger somehow, or maybe that’s just my imagination.  I can smell the beer on his breath; we’re only a few inches apart.  He’s looking up at the mistletoe, too.  He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me still closer.  I let him; he is cute.  And I’ve never had an older guy show the slightest interest in me before.  Is this why he didn’t complain about Belinda inviting me?  Does he have a – a thing for me?

He’s leaning in towards me, coming closer.  I tilt my head up to meet him, I close my eyes, and I feel his face just an inch from mine, then his lips are touching mine, and – I – God!  I go limp, I don’t respond, but I don’t have to; his lips and his tongue are doing all the work – then from out of nowhere there’s a voice.  Belinda’s voice, loud and shrill: “Jesus, Sara!  Get your tongue out of my brother’s mouth!”  And then I feel her hands on my shoulders, pulling me away from Vince.

I don’t look at her; I run straight into the kitchen, grab my coat from the back of the chair, and I’m out the back door before anybody can say another word… 

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Devyn Nash from “A Taste of Tragedy” by Kim McMahill


Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed...until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving.


Today we’re talking to FBI Agent, Devyn Nash, from “A Taste of Tragedy (Risky Research Series Book 2)” by Kim McMahill. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

What is your relationship status?
For the first time in my life I’m in a healthy relationship with a wonderful man. The main problem, though, is that he lives in another state so we don’t see each other as much as I’d like.

What’s people’s first impression of you?
People see me as a no nonsense, hard-as-nails FBI agent. Most think I’m cold and unapproachable and few try to get close to me. That impression was so ingrained for so many years that I was starting to believe it, and then came Gage…

Name three of your favorite things.
Nothing can compare with the object of my affections, Wyoming Sheriff Gage Harris, but I also love raw chocolate chip cookie dough and chocolate and peanut butter ice cream straight out of the carton.

Name three things that tick you off.
I have little tolerance for bullies, hypocrites, and weasels of the humankind.

What are you most afraid of?
I’m most afraid of failing. In my line of work, when I fail people die.

Are you close to family?
I was an only child, so I didn’t have much family to start with. I was very close to my parents. When your dad is in the military and you live all over the world it’s helpful if your mom is your best friend. Unfortunately, my parents died in a boating accident, at least that’s what the authorities claimed, shortly after I graduated from high school.

Do you care about what others assume about you?
I never cared about what others assumed about me until recently. As I mentioned earlier, I’m pretty infatuated with a handsome and rugged lawman, and I finally have a girlfriend in my life for the first time since college, so I’m definitely trying to be a better person.

What kinds of things do you always carry (in pockets or purse)?
I don’t carry a purse since I need to keep my hands free in case I have to reach for my gun or take down a slime-ball. I go through life pretty lean. My badge is usually clipped to my belt and I have a phone in one pocket and a little cash stashed in another.

What inner doubt causes you the most difficulty?
Until my current partner, Nick Melonis, I went through a new partner about every six months. I was starting to take it personally, and I couldn’t help but doubt myself. Was I that hard to be around? I still worry that my new man and best friend will leave me like everyone else in my life, but the longer they stick, the more my confidence grows.

What would make you completely happy?
First, I have to bring to justice a deadly group who has been manipulating the diet product industry for profit at the expense of many lost lives. Once that’s done, if I could spend the rest of my life with Gage Harris, I would die a happy woman.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Jacklyn Hollander from “Twisted Mind” by Ann Raina


A new love affair and a serial murder case don’t go well together.

After four murders of young men along the east coast, the FBI realizes they’re dealing with a serial killer. Agent Nicolas Hayes is assigned to lead the investigation. Besides solving the crimes, he tries to spend time with his new flame, Jacky, who’s got ideas of her own about how their love life should develop. Things turn ugly once a fifth kidnap victim is reported. Time is running out to find him alive.

Today we’re talking to Jacklyn Hollander from “Twisted Mind” by Ann Raina. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

Please, introduce yourself.
My name’s Jacklyn Hollander, and I’m thirty-four years old. I’m the daughter of a French costume designer and an American diplomat. I grew up in different countries around the world, but after my graduation, I worked in New York and Philly.

And what’s your profession?
Today, I’m a physiotherapist and happy with my job. Several years ago—and not only to finance my training—I worked as a mistress and quickly got the hang of it. Now that I opened my physiotherapy office in Washington, DC, I no longer swing the whips. Though it is satisfying to help people heal and assist them in regaining their mobility I don’t deny that I miss my old life sometimes.

If I have it right, you’re in a relationship now?
Oh, yes, I am. Nicolas is a young, very talented FBI agent—charismatic, clever, handsome. I met him when my car had a breakdown on the highway eight weeks ago. He helped me, and I…well, it was a split-second decision. See, all of my lovers so far had been older than me. He’s twenty-eight, grown-up but still with the gullibility of an adolescent. Nevertheless, I handed him my calling card, and he actually called me. He’s a great lover…and a chicken.

Would you like to explain that?
When I told to him that I’m into bondage games and would like to tie him up, he was hesitant. Really hesitant. He had never submitted himself to a woman before, and he couldn’t wind his mind around the idea of giving up control. The first time I thought he’d rather jump and run than lean back and enjoy the ride.

And did he run?
I had him tied to the bedframe, so…no. And he didn’t rush out after I untied the knots, if that would’ve been your next question.

How’s your relationship evolving?
Gradually. I’ve tried to get across that he’s the right man for me, but that I won’t forego being a mistress in a relationship. I need this to be really happy. So I’m teaching him step by step that my satisfaction is his, too. So far, it’s working.

What’s the best thing that ever happened to you – aside from finding the right partner?
I’m proud I could open my physiotherapy office in DC and be among those women who managed the jump to self-employment. I had help from two friends, whom I had met in Philadelphia. They were…clients at one of the clubs back then. In real life, Rick’s a successful lawyer and Harry owns a real estate business. Their backup helped me find affordable rooms, and they sent the first patients. The office is prospering, and that makes me very happy.

What hobbies do you have?
I’m not a sports person though I try to stay in shape. Nicolas introduced me to jogging, and whenever possible we spend time in the park. If no one pushes me, I’m a couch person. I like action movies, TV series, and I can sit with a bowl of popcorn to binge-watch any crime series. Though I’m half French, I don’t like cooking so much, but I don’t put my hope on Nick. He can’t cook at all and only makes a mess in the kitchen.

What inner doubt causes you the most difficulty?
My relationship with Nicolas is still in the first stage—getting to know each other. I don’t trust people easily, and though he tells me he loves me, I still doubt his honesty. It’s not fair for there are no clues that he’s not the man he says he is, but…it’ll take time to overcome my reticence.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Definitely a morning person. I can get up at five and be a happy camper. I don’t need much sleep. Back in the days, dungeon time started around midnight, and I never found it difficult to get up in the early morning. I love to watch Nicolas crawl out of bed, all grumpy and bleary-eyed if he didn’t get enough sleep.

What’s your greatest wish?
Nicolas has a dangerous job, and each day he leaves for work, I hope he’ll come back unharmed. And if he does, I’m happy beyond words. I think it’ll take time to get accustomed to his unusual work hours and that he could get hurt while chasing some bad guy. I hope that—maybe in a year—I’ll look back with more ease. In other words—I’m happy with my life and with Nick at my side. I couldn’t wish for more.

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Wednesday, July 4, 2018

New Release: "The President's Wife" by Seelie Kay


What happens when one of your best friends, the First Lady of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, appears to be an imposter? If you’re criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, you pursue the truth like a rabid dog, then wage a battle to save your friend’s life.

When criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant travels to Washington, D.C. to join her former college roommate, Marella de la Aerelli, in celebrating her husband’s election as the first president of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, she is met with an unpleasant surprise. Her friend of almost 30 years not only looks unwell, she is cold and distant. After Julianna becomes convinced the woman is really an imposter, she attempts to expose the faux Marella by using a secret only she, Marella, and the sitting U.S. President share. In the process, Julianna helps to uncover an international conspiracy to seize control of the new country, using the president’s wife as a pawn in a dangerous and potentially deadly game. Will Marella be rescued before a coup takes place? Or will she become collateral damage in one tiny nation’s fight to be free?

Excerpt:


Julianna picked at her dinner, some sort of beef dish with quirky vegetables, and continued to study Lodatian President Georges and Mrs. Marella de la Aerelli, as they chatted quietly with the U.S. president and his wife. Marella barely looked up from her plate, and conversation with her hosts appeared to be minimal. God, that is so not the Marella I know. She hasn’t even acknowledged me and I sent her an email informing her that I would be here.

Julianna set her fork down on her plate and nudged her husband, Little River, Wisconsin Police Chief David Manders. “Something’s wrong.” Julianna whispered. “Marella looks wrong. Maybe she’s just tired after the campaign, but she looks sick. Too thin and too pale. And she isn’t smiling. Marella is always smiling, even when she feels like shit. And she hasn’t even looked at me. Why is she ignoring me? Something is not right. I can feel it.”

David looked at his wife and tried to hide his smile. “Jules, you find a conspiracy behind every door these days,” he said quietly. He looked around to ensure that the other four couples seated at their table were otherwise engaged. “I vote for tired, no, make that exhausted. My God, five months ago, she was a farm wife in Lodatia, now she’s been thrust into the international spotlight as the wife of the President. That would exhaust anyone. I know if you ran for president, it would have a negative impact on me.”

Julianna smirked. “If I became President, sir, it would have a negative impact on both of us.”

David sighed and ran a hand through his short, silver hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed at his wife, his fondness apparent. “Well, instead of jumping to conclusions, let’s wait until the reception at the Lodatian Embassy. There are a lot of rules and protocols for visiting dignitaries. Maybe it just isn’t appropriate to buddy up to an old friend at a state dinner. Once you get up close and personal with Marella, you can get a better fix on things. That woman has been through the wringer, what with that opposition group trying to assassinate her husband not once, but twice. I imagine the stress of clinging to Lodatia’s newly formed democratic government is a kind of like hanging on to a cliff, knowing that if you fall, there will be no net to catch you. Cut her some slack and do not tell her she looks awful.”



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About Seelie Kay

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nine works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!




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