I’ll be splitting duties today, I’m at my publisher’s blog, Silver Expressions for my Morning After Post and I’m also over at one of the group blogs I’m a part of, Romance Writer’s Behaving [...]]]>

First of all – Midnight’s Ghost is now available! WOOT!

I’ll be splitting duties today, I’m at my publisher’s blog, Silver Expressions for my Morning After Post and I’m also over at one of the group blogs I’m a part of, Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly.

Evande walked out on her lover, Quinn, fifty years ago without looking back because he wanted too much from her. Now, after she saves a dying human by turning him into a vampire, a [...]]]>

WooHoo! My publisher has released the cover art for Blood Fever and I thought I’d toss the blurb in there as well. Enjoy!

Evande walked out on her lover, Quinn, fifty years ago without looking back because he wanted too much from her. Now, after she saves a dying human by turning him into a vampire, a wanted notice shows up demanding her death and she knows Quinn is the only one who can help her.

Standing on Quinn’s doorstep with Logan, she quickly finds herself fighting her attraction to both men. Thing is, both men don’t make a secret of the fact they want her. As if that wasn’t enough to deal with, she also learns she isn’t the only one the Elders are after.

Deception, secrets and corruption.

Evande’s survived worse – but this time it may just kill her.

Chapter One

Whoever said karma was a [...]]]>

Four months of waiting have nearly come to a close – just seven days until Midnight’s Ghost releases.  To celebrate, I’ve decided to give a look-see and you benefit. Here’s the first chapter of Midnight’s Ghost in its entirety. Give me a shout and tell me what you think!

Chapter One

Whoever said karma was a bitch wasn’t kidding. I wondered what cosmic entity I had pissed off this time in order to earn this particular boot in the stomach. I mean that literally, by the way. There was a size twelve-wide currently planted in my stomach. He kicked with such force that I couldn’t stop myself from being thrown back against one of the trade carts in the outdoor market.
The capillaries in my lungs fought for oxygen as my heart tripped over a few beats in shock. Panic turned my stomach sour and warning sounds screamed in my brain as my body fought a war with itself. I needed to move now and I wasn’t sure even then would be soon enough.
Doubled over in pain, I struggled to push myself off the ground. I managed, but the results left me standing with my arms clutched tightly around my midsection as I fought the vertigo that was causing the ground underfoot to tilt wildly out of control. I couldn’t help but notice the Lunata who attacked me had backed up enough to allow me to stand. He just wanted the pleasure of being able to kick me down again.
Bastard.
A loud cheer went up from the gathering crowd as I regained my footing and I mentally corrected my assessment.
Bastards.
Leave it to a disgruntled Lunata to pick a fight in the busiest seller’s alley in Blood City. Business was booming for the vendors trying to hock their wares today and I had no doubt Dalen had picked this particular venue to ambush me since it was so busy. The residents of Blood City on the planet Nogal were historically loners who tended to turn their keen eyes away at the first sign of trouble.
That didn’t seem to be the case this time.
You would think a lone female who was currently getting her ass beaten by a Lunata, a species physically superior to mine, would cause someone to think twice about helping. But alas, no.
I shook myself, inhaling deeply as if it would help me gather my courage. It was my own fault for coming here. I knew better than to strut in like I owned the place with a chip the size of Earth on my shoulder. Broadcast that attitude long enough and someone would surely decide you needed to be knocked down a few levels.
Apparently, Dalen had decided I needed to be removed from the game completely.
In my defense, with my line of work, your ego had to be able to take the hits. Being a woman in the male dominated business of running cargo meant my confidence had to be rock solid. When it wasn’t trying to pick itself up off the ground, it usually was.
“You’re getting soft, Whittier,” Dalen, sneered. He definitely had the upper hand in catching me off guard, but leave it to him to simply gloss over that little nugget. The majority of legal, and illegal, star runners would cross their family members without thinking twice if enough money was involved. Why else would someone run cargo on shitty shipping routes with star-freighters that were twenty years past their prime?
It sure as hell wasn’t for the health benefits.
“The only thing soft around here is that mini-sausage you call a penis,” I shot back in annoyance. He had gotten the best of me, I would give him that. But anything else, he was going to have to work for.
I had decided to take an R and R day as I was between jobs at the moment. It was a rare opportunity that I got such a break, and Reece, my trustworthy co-pilot, had goaded me into it when I’d been reluctant. I was supposed to take a nice, leisurely stroll through Blood City and maybe pick up a few incidentals before I made the run to Verisium. I had then planned on ending the night at Caldera, my bar of choice whenever I had found myself in this sector.
Known as a star runner’s bar, Caldera’s clientele were the very dregs of intergalactic society. Being a star runner played well for me. That I was a woman did not. That I was a human woman from Earth just upped the level of disgust. To them, I was no better than common dirt and just as useless in addition.
I’d long since gotten over cursing my parents for my looks. As if being an Earthling already didn’t help my case, add in blonde hair and blue eyes—once the twentieth century’s idea of the perfect looks for a woman—and the salt just poured into the wound. Needless to say, I had long since gotten over being sneered at just based on my looks alone. I let my work speak for itself and since some of my clients regularly passed over the other top ranked star runners in favor of using me, I’d say that I’d done pretty well for myself.
For the most part, however, everyone left me alone and that was the way I preferred things. I hadn’t become a star runner because I enjoyed being surrounded by people.
I hadn’t expected Dalen to find me so quickly, even though I knew his temper would be white hot after he discovered I snagged a job right out from under those massive feet of his. It was his own fault for celebrating early with the sex companions over in Ferraculs, a city on Nagol that was even more disgusting than Blood City.
His client wanted the job done sooner and I’d been right there to step in and offer my services. Of course, that client only realized his need for expediency after I pointed out the fact I owned a ship that could run circles around The Spectral Scribe, Dalen’s transport ship.
Never let it be said I wasn’t above creating opportunities for myself.
Being in this profession, I had to work twice as hard as the males and make certain that I was afforded the very same opportunities they were. Since those same men were the ones who would just as soon screw me over as look me in the eyes, I wasn’t above returning the favor.
Dalen whipped out a fist towards me again, but I was only going to be caught off guard once. He wasn’t going to make a fool of me again. I had an ace up my sleeve he was unaware of. Whoever had tipped him off that I was here, hadn’t told him everything about me.
Faster than he could register, I whipped one of my gloves off and spun out the way so I could clamp my hand over his wrist as I went. The momentum caught him off guard and he shouted in protest. I wrapped my hand around his neck like a collar and used the force to slam him against the cart I’d been leaning against just seconds ago. The already off balance cart toppled over and I refused to let go as we both fell to the ground.
I firmed my grip on his neck and the flashes of his life started flipping through my mind. I had to fight against the wave of nausea as vertigo lashed out at me again, but this time for a different reason. I steadied myself as I focused on one singular image he kept filing back to and realized the image was of his mother. For such a brute asshole, I would have never taken him for the momma’s boy type.
I bet he screamed like a little girl.
Through the haze of images, I picked up another female form. The lithe and acrobatic body was radically different from his mother’s overly plump bulk. Judging by the feeling of adoration I sensed, he felt the same emotions for this woman as he did his mother. The flash of them rolling around in bed was too much to take, however, when he superimposed his mother’s face on the naked woman. His voice thundered into my head at the same moment he began chanting for his mother with ritualistic rhythm.
I wrinkled my nose up in disgust as the sound of wet flesh slapping together joined the mix. “You’re one sick fuck.”
His eyes went wide with the realization I could see inside his mind. He began struggling with me and knew I needed to act fast. Thanks to my mother’s contribution to my genetic structure, I was more than just your average human. I shifted those vile thoughts, manipulating his theta brainwaves so the images altered in his mind. He let out a high-pitched squeal as raucous cheering erupted from the crowd. They had no side in this scuffle, they just wanted blood.
There was a reason it was called Blood City.
I released my grip and as he fell to the side, I drew myself up to my full height so I was looking down at him. He panted as he tried to draw a full breath and groped out with a hand, searching for something to anchor himself to. His eyes were on mine and I could tell from the far away glazed look he was somewhere else. Unfortunately, his mind had been weaker that I expected, and for a moment, I debated sticking around to see if he was alright.
I heard the hiss and pop of a blaster and looked up in time to see the vivid streak of blue light fly past me before it exploded into Dalen’s chest. Blood, guts and other things I didn’t want to think about flew through the air and the crowd who had gathered around to watch the fight scattered.
Wiping the purple blood from my face, I turned to see who was responsible for the killing shot. As the tallest of the remaining group of onlookers, he was the easiest to find. He shot a casual smile in my direction as he flipped his shirt over the illegal weapon he was sliding into the waistband of his pants. My brain blared a warning and my feet started moving before I was even aware of it.
I ran like the wind.
I knew I needed to get away because he was the last person I wanted to see, especially right now. There was a loud crash followed by a riot of curses behind me, but I knew I would waste precious seconds if I looked over my shoulder to see what the commotion was.
“Reece, fire up the engines. I’m coming in hot and heavy,” I shouted into my holowatch as I pushed my way through the burgeoning crowds that were suddenly filling up the market alleys.
Didn’t these people have jobs to go to?
“Stirring up the natives again I see, Captain.”
“Just do it, dammit.” I flicked off the open line with my thumb and slid the glove I removed earlier back on my hand as I decided to risk a glance over my shoulder to ensure I still held the advantage.
My pursuer was weaving his way expertly though the mingling crowd and he was making far less of a disturbance doing so. Even at this distance, I could see one side of his mouth was quirked up in a lopsided grin.
Damn, he was actually enjoying this.
My attention momentarily distracted, I ran full tilt into a trader’s cart and watched the horizon tilt wildly as I went head over heels. For the second time today, I was fighting for air as I stared at the dull cerulean sky. A few careful blinks assured me the dimming light was because of the triple sunset and not my spinning equilibrium.
My pursuer’s face came into view overhead with a smile so wide it nearly split his face in two. Leave it to Wallace to find pleasure in tormenting me.
“Going somewhere?” The smug expression on his face made me want to reach up and slap it to the next galaxy. He would probably have some sick fascination about seeing my red hand print there later as it marked his perfectly sculpted jaw and decided against it.
“Stuff it, Wallace,” I spat out and winced at the level of effort it took to do so. With the combination of the fight with Dalen and the tumble I had just taken, everything hurt. I wasn’t too proud to admit that either. What I was too proud to do was take the hand Wallace was offering me. I rolled away from his extended hand, purposefully refusing his gesture as I gathered the effort needed to push myself up to stand.
A frown darkened his features and his hand fell uselessly to his side as he watched me. Based on our history, he had known that I wouldn’t take his hand or accept his assistance, but that didn’t mean it stopped him from offering. A few years ago, I would have taken it without hesitation.
My holowatch chimed, a signal Reece was trying to contact me. I sighed heavily and tapped the acknowledgement button. “Power down, Reece.”
“You imply I powered up in the first place, Captain.” His mechanical voice was hollow and flat, but filled with sarcasm all the same. Wallace cocked an inquisitive brow at me and I wanted to release my inner child by sticking my tongue out at him.
I resisted the temptation, but just barely. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, Reece.”
Wallace didn’t wait for me to depress the off button before he started scolding me. “You know you broke about five laws back there.”
He was the one that fired the gun and was telling me that I broke several laws? “I was defending myself,” I offered with a defiant tilt of my chin.
He inclined his head in acknowledgement, knowing full well I would never attack if I hadn’t been provoked. I wasn’t a big fan of engaging another person in hand-to-hand combat and Wallace knew it. If I was involved in any way, someone had screwed me over first. “That doesn’t negate the fact Dalen is now a useless mass of goo.”
I lifted my shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Have to admit, it’s an improvement.”
I could tell Wallace was fighting back a smile and he visibly shook himself before he continued.
I saved him the effort. “Look, if you’re going to arrest me then get it over with so I can leave.”
A pained expression erased any amusement that had been lingering. “You know I don’t do that sort of work anymore.”
“Only because you just spent the last two years in lock-up at Widow’s Bay.” I folded my arms in front of me in a defensive posture and noticed his surprised expression. “Despite the fact that I do spend a heck of a lot of time up in the stars, I am fully aware you broke out. Or were the news vids wrong and they let you just walk right out of there?”
Despite the tension in the air between us, he threaded his hands behind his neck and bounced a little on the balls of his feet. “Saw that did you?”
The pride lacing his voice was unmistakable.
I’d forgotten what a smug son of a bitch he could be.
There were very few cases where it happened, but in this particular instance, I couldn’t blame him. He deserved whatever arrogance he showed since he was the only person to escape what was touted as the most perfect prison in seven galaxies.
“Most downloaded vid for the past six months from what I hear. You know—the one the IGP doesn’t want everyone to see.” IGP vowed to arrest anyone found with the vid but with it as viral at it was, that was hard to police. The Intergalactic Patrol gave up after a few months and I think now they just saw it as their personal mission to capture Wallace, especially since he had once been one of them. He had never technically been an official member of the force, but he had enough dealings with them to know how their distorted minds worked.
I flexed my hands, making sure the fabric was still tight against my skin as I waited. As he stood there looking pleased with himself I did my best to not notice that, despite his time in the prison, the years had been good to him. Fugitive status aside, his tanned skin glowed with life. Evidently, for him, there had been no hiding in a cave somewhere in order to lay low for a while. Not that I would have really expected anything of the sort from him since he would consider it the coward’s way.
His dark hair was cut close to his head, a stark difference from the fall of thick hair I’d once loved threading my fingers through. His age was starting to show a little at the corners of his eyes, but it just further enhanced his looks instead of detracting from them. Taller than I was, he managed to somehow not seem imposing while taking up the space around him with determined authority.
Wallace was Ilium, a race that was as close to human as you could get without actually being an Earthling. Ilium had actually been the first race to make contact with humans back in the twenty-third century. It was a tense relationship now after Rieynold’s Conflict had taken place and Earth had lost to a race of technologically superior beings. That arrogance had cost Earth several more galactic wars and now the entire planet was content with their place. They were just as happy being left alone as I was.
Wallace cleared his throat, obviously noticing that I was blatantly checking him out and I saw the spark of something mischievous in his amber colored eyes.
Damn.
I smothered the heat that had bloomed somewhere deep inside me, deciding to deal with it later. There were other, more important matters that needed my attention than my sex drive. What I needed to do right now was to get out of here as one Lunata meant more would undoubtedly follow.
“I’d head off planet if I were you. IGP will get wind of this no doubt.” I jerked my chin in the direction we had just come from. “Something tells me you’re going to become even more of a hot commodity soon.”
I rolled my eyes at the knowing look he gave me in return. Leave it to Wallace to think with his dick. I expected him to voice that opinion, but he surprised me.
“They can look all they want, I’m actually here looking for you.”
Oh no, we were not going to start down this path again. I was still picking up the pieces from the last time I had dealt with him. I turned on my heel, my eyes now searching the twilight sky above us for signs of any vidbots who could have recorded all of this to report back to IGP headquarters.
“Taran, wait.”
“Go away, Wallace,” I forced out his name in bitter disgust.
“Let me explain.”
I stopped mid-stride and he walked a few paces past me before he realized I had stopped. He swung around to face me and the urge to slap him rose within me again. Luckily for him, I suppressed it just like before. “You want to explain why you’re carrying? Why you just killed a Lunata? Do you realize how stupid that was?
He settled his hands on his belt loop, his hands now strategically close to the handle of the very same weapon he’d used to kill Dalen. “Actually, I was going to explain why I’m looking for you.”
“I am not in the mood for one of your schemes, Wallace. I’ve already been fucked by you, so go find someone else.”
The amber of his eyes darkened a little, a change that I noted when he allowed emotion to show through his expression. It was only ever around me he let that happen. “Taran, I need your help.”
If I didn’t know him better, know how easily he could manipulate a situation to his advantage, I would think he was actually being sincere. “You?” I questioned. “You want my assistance. You’re asking me for my help?”
He winced at little at the sound of my escalating voice. “I know it sounds odd.”
“Odd doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s completely insane.” I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly so I couldn’t go anywhere. I glared at him and he released his hold reluctantly, obviously afraid I was going to bolt the moment he wasn’t restraining me. “Find someone else.”
We stood staring each other down for a few minutes before he gestured to the narrow alley to our right. I reluctantly complied, knowing I wasn’t going to get rid of him anytime soon. “I would have, but there isn’t anyone else.”
“So, I’m your last choice.”
I swore I could hear his teeth grinding in frustration. “Not that it matters, but you’re the first one I’ve talked to. I need the best and you, unfortunately, are it.”
What a way to woo a girl. I smirked and leaned against the building behind me, one knee bent with my foot pushing against the wall for leverage in case I had to run again. “Wallace Gabriel Grey, the once shining beacon of IGP’s security is going to trade his law breaking ways to take up with the likes of me. Again.” I couldn’t believe he had the gall to come ask me for my help after what he’d done. “Why should I help you after you’ve done so much for me?”
My head began to spin and I realized the extent of all the excitement. A wave of dizziness washed over me and I grabbed for the wall behind me. I missed, pitching forward into Wallace and the last thing I saw before I blacked out, was his stricken expression.
Warm amber eyes, the exact color of my father’s favorite brand of whiskey, stared back at me as I regained consciousness. I was not going to remind myself how much I’d missed seeing those eyes on a daily basis right now.
“Nice to see you finally join us again.” Concern weighted his words as he looked down at me and it was then I realized he had embraced me in his arms. The firm set of his mouth indicated he was trying his best to not scold me about overexerting myself, but he appeared to be failing miserably. That fact is what kept me from snapping at him.
“What do you want, Wallace?” With him, there was always a reason. Once, it had been because he had done whatever the hell he wanted Now, however, since I hadn’t seen him in a number of years, I didn’t know what his motives were. It was safer to go under the assumption of what I knew.
“You attacked a Lunatian in a very public place.”
I scowled since we already covered this. My body was revolting on me, not my mind. What I did understand was that Wallace needed to be reassured that I was really okay and starting a fight with me was his twisted way of showing it. “That’s bullshit and you know it. He attacked me, I told you that already. What was I supposed to do, curl up into a ball and take the beating?”
“Did you think to ask for help?” Even though his voice was quiet as he asked, I could hear the underlying frustration in his voice.
“Who was I supposed to ask, Wallace? It wasn’t as if anyone jumped in to help me, except for you of course and I’m beginning to think I would have preferred getting my ass kicked by Dalen.”
His eyes softened and he lifted one of his hands to brush at a stray lock of hair that had fallen in my eyes when I’d tumbled unconscious into his arms. “Why are you here, Taran?”
I squirmed in his arms, sure I could function under my own power now and he released me. Plus, I was past the point of frustration in dealing with him. I noticed he watched me closely to see if I wavered even just a millimeter and I fought to not let him see how unsteady I was. It passed a moment later and I gingerly pushed myself up to stand, using the wall for support.
His voice was tight as he repeated his question.
“I have a job originating out of Kalia, tomorrow. I thought I deserved some downtime, not that it’s any of your business.”
“What’s the haul?”
“Now that’s really not your business,” I scoffed and started to push away from the wall. Everything spun wildly and I leaned heavily against it again.
He rolled his eyes, shifting so he leaned against the wall next to me so we were eye level with each other. It didn’t escape my notice he had also positioned himself within arms distance in case I took another tumble. “While you were busy tussling with Dalen, IGP received an anonymous tip and picked up a dealer in Kalia. Hauled him in for questioning and promptly arrested him on suspicion of transporting stolen goods. Something tells me, your calendar just opened up.”
I smacked the wall behind me with the flat of my hand and relished in the pain radiating up my arm. That haul would have pulled in enough credits that I wouldn’t have to make any more runs for the rest of this year. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew just where that anonymous tip had originated and he was currently standing next to me making a huge annoyance of himself.
“Coincidentally, I’m in the market for a ride to Delphin Five.”
Somehow, it didn’t surprise me to hear him say that. I did a few quick calculations in my head. “That’s five days out, if you’re lucky.”
“Then I’m feeling damn lucky I found you because I need to get there in three.”
I did my best to not laugh in his face. “That’s suicide. There isn’t a ship in four galaxies that can manage that.”
He gave me a knowing look that told me he knew better. “Good thing for me that I’m looking at a pilot whose ship isn’t registered in any of those four galaxies.”
“You’re insane.”
“So they tell me.”
He wasn’t kidding either. He really had been told he was insane by the court that sentenced him to jail time. “You just cost me a paying job, Wallace. Find someone else to hassle.”
“But I enjoy hassling you.”
After blasting his way back into my life, Wallace was the last person I wanted to deal with in the confines of a starship. “Stuff it. I’m not in the mood for your cutesy bullshit. I have debts to pay now because of you, so go find someone else that can actually stand the sight of your face.”
“There you go assuming again.” He pushed away from the wall to twist himself around so he stood in front of me and I suddenly felt closed in. I knew all I had to do to get him to move is strip off one of my gloves and let some part of his exposed flesh brush against my hand. He bracketed my arms against the wall to take that option away and I could feel his warm breath against my face. “I never said I wouldn’t pay you.”
“You haven’t paid for a ride in your life, at least not with credit chips.”
He stepped into me, closing the distance between us. I could feel every inch of him through his tan colored pants and shirt. For the breath of a moment, I thought he was going to brush his lips over mine. “I never heard you complain once about my method of payment. You were very vocal however, if memory serves me correctly.”
A wave of heat scorched through my veins at the combination of his words and the feel of him pressed against me like this. He was saying things he knew would get my juices flowing and it was actually working. Wallace knew exactly what got me riled up.
Despite the fact I wanted to give in to the rich layers of arousal weaving their way through me, I knew Wallace was trying to manipulate me. He was blatantly using my attraction to him against me and wasn’t making any apologies for it. Unfortunately for him, while I remembered what it felt like to give in, I also knew I would hate myself in the morning. Since I was all that I had, hating myself wasn’t an option.
“Find yourself some other star runner, Wallace. Leave me alone.” I jerked forward with my hips, and was surprised when he lost his balance. I expected him to reach out for me again, but he let me go as I brushed past him. His voice drifted to me as I started to walk away and the seeming desperation in his voice had me stopping in my tracks.
“I can’t get anyone else, Taran. I need the best.”
I sighed heavily and closed my eyes as I stood with my back to him. Damn, I hated how he could still say things that let him get under my skin. I was supposed to be angry with him for what he had done. Although, angry was probably putting it too nicely.
I dipped my hands into the pockets of my shorts still splattered with Lunatian blood and shrugged my shoulders. “Stony and Webster or, hell even Jett, find one of them. They’re just as good.”
He shook his head in desperation as I turned to face him. I knew, just like he did, the names I had ticked off were good haulers, but they weren’t what he was looking for. None of them had the same level of equipment I did. They couldn’t get him where he needed with that type of speed.
“Good, but not the best. Taran, whatever our screwed up history together is, can you just put it aside for right now and let me hire you? You and Eidolon are the fastest in the star runner’s fleet. Like I said, I need the best,” he added when he saw the skepticism I was fighting with.
That ghost of something was back on his face, but this time he didn’t do anything to disguise it. I saw it as clear as the darkening sky overhead and it made my stomach do a slow, lazy slide. He seemed to genuinely believe that I was the only one who could help him.
Wallace had even played the right cards in telling me that I was the best and the fastest. It wouldn’t have even taken that because he also knew I had never been able to say no to him, but it certainly sweetened the pot. I couldn’t ignore the fact that even though we hadn’t spoken in three years and had an abrupt breakup hanging over our heads, he had sought me out. That meant there was something more in this than just him. He wouldn’t have come otherwise because that was just the kind of guy Wallace was. While he could be selfish, the look of desperation on his face told me that this was something beyond him. Something he couldn’t handle alone and that’s what I found so damn intriguing.
For him to let me see it was an enormous concession for him.
I rubbed my hands over my face and blew out an exasperated breath, chastising myself for what I was about to do since I knew I would end up regretting it. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. You need to be there in how many days again?”
“Three.”
“I can do it in four, maybe three and a half if I push her hard enough.” I made the offer, knowing I could deliver him in the time he requested, but wanted to have a little room to play in case things didn’t go as planned.
His voice was low as he spoke and I recognized the tone he used when he knew someone was trying to pull one over on him. “Don’t bullshit me, Taran. Those upgraded transwarp drives have GreySec stamped all over them. The ones no one else knows about, the ones I helped you install? I know, just like you do, that you can make the run with time to spare. How much?”
He was right, Eidolon did have upgraded transwarp drives no one else but him knew about. She was technically too small of a ship to possess that size of a jump core, but then again, there was a reason her name was Eidolon. Being a ghost in space was definitely advantageous when you ran legal, or illegal, goods to distant planets.
I should have known better than to try to feed him a line. If there was anyone who could spot a lie at two paces, it was Wallace. He, on the other hand, could slide one effortlessly off his tongue without batting an eye. There were times when I was jealous of that talent. Resigned that I was going to do this whether I liked it or not, I fired off an exorbitant amount, assuming he’d be put off by it and forget this whole conversation happened.
“Done,” he said tightly and stepped away, gesturing for me to lead the way out of the alley.
I nodded once in a silent agreement. “Eleven hundred hours. Archer’s Post,” I rattled off the slot where I had docked Eidolon and immediately starting running through a list in my head for things I would need before then.
“Still a late riser, I see,” he said as I moved around him.
I ignored his comment about my being tardy when he was notorious for making people wait. Never looking back, I disappeared into the crowds, ignoring the stares at the blood still staining my shorts and legs.
Let them stare. I had a job again.

Welcome to the Romance Writers Behaving Badly Blog Tour! You should have arrived here from Gem Sivad’s site (http://gemsivad.wordpress.com). In case you’ve stumbled upon my post and don’t know what’s going on, I’m part of a group of romance authors who have a blog together. We’re holding a blog tour this weekend where we will give [...]]]>

Welcome to the Romance Writers Behaving Badly Blog Tour! You should have arrived here from Gem Sivad’s site (http://gemsivad.wordpress.com). In case you’ve stumbled upon my post and don’t know what’s going on, I’m part of a group of romance authors who have a blog together. We’re holding a blog tour this weekend where we will give away some great books – our own!

I’m Sara and I write paranormal, fantasy and science fiction erotic romance. My first paranormal (Fae and vampires), Flash of Dark, is one of the eBooks up for a prize.

If you want to start at the beginning, head on over to Jeanne’s site (http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com). Just follow the list, commenting on each post and that’s it.

Now, part of what you came for is eye candy – right? Since one of my characters in my book is particularly fond of rope, I managed to combine that was the theme of our blog tour – springtime. When I hear springtime, I think of flowers.

What do you think of when you hear springtime?

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Thanks to the wonderfulness that is Random.org the winner of my Release Day contest is Brittany. I’ll be contacting her so she can get her download and schwag. Congrats!

Today you can find me over over at Paranormal Romantics where fellow [...]]]>

Okay, first I have to do a little dance because Flash of Dark is available for purchase!

Thanks to the wonderfulness that is Random.org the winner of my Release Day contest is Brittany. I’ll be contacting her so she can get her download and schwag. Congrats!

Today you can find me over over at Paranormal Romantics where fellow LSB author, Rebecca Royce, talks with me about the book and even my writing habits.

Plus, I’m talking about the road to yesterday in my Morning After post at Silver Expressions, Liquid Silver Book’s blog.

Come visit!