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Sexy to Go is back with 11 new stories full of sensuous aliens, shifters, stranded commuters, dominant husbands and naughty neighbors. Check out what’s new in Volume 2 – we promise to tempt, tease, and deliver the hotness you desire!

Lip Service by Tara Quan

11003490_10102918934473720_477085263_oForced into a marriage of convenience, Damien discovers an intense attraction to his new bride. When Kailee’s past prevents their pleasure, this dominant groom must teach her the joys of submission.

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Neighborhood Watch by Jocelyn Dex

Joceyln vol 2 teaserHappily married Astral would never cheat on her husband, but when the moving guy next door sparks her exhibitionist fantasy, will she take it too far and get herself in trouble?

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Blackout by Sofia Grey

A breakdown and blackout on the late train home, could be bad news. But for Anton, stuck in a GettingHotInHerecarriage with the sexy stranger of his dreams, it could be the hottest encounter he’s ever had.

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Roman’s Gold by Ann Gimpel

Devon’s been a cop for a long time, but he can’t get his latest target’s stunning body and coppery hair out of his mind. Maybe an afternoon delight will obliterate his fantasies—at least for a while. 

Find Ann Gimpel here: AnnGimpel.com | Tweet @AnnGimpel | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon | Ann’s blog 

Lust in Bloom by Shiloh Saddler

During cotton harvest Daniel and James spend their days pickingshiloh promo vol 2 and nights in each other’s arms. They must guard against a nosy neighbor intent on taking their farm and separating the lovers forever.

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Roll Against Fantasy by Allyson Lindt

A daring trip to a topless beach goes from hot to scorching for Tasha when Ryan pushes all the right buttons, both physically and through fantasy, and strips away her inhibitions.

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One More Chance by Nerika Parke

Eleven years ago, Calum was Ella’s first love, before her family moved away and they lost each other. With a chance to see him again, she is determined to finally put all thoughts of him in the past. But he proves harder to get over than she’d anticipated.

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An Arresting Development by Leigh Ellwood

Shy, geeky Wynton’s idea of a good time is a marathon role playing game. After meeting Mitch, he’s tempted to put away his seven-sided dice and play something different.

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First Contact by Daisy Banks

Clancy hopes to claim first contact with an alien life force. When her dream comes true she agrees development of interstellar relations needs more interaction, and after their first encounter, she can hardly get enough.

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Dreamwalker: Nighstcape by Pamela Moran

Pamela Vol2 teaserReggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive. 

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Bound by the Beta by Eva Lefoy

Casi ventures to the alpine music hall once more, and meets a sexy new wolf. His kisses set her aflame, but after their lovemaking end Sexy to Go Two cover 2 largehe demands they mate. Will she run or will curiosity and her desire to see Dahlia again make her stay?

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Dark Prophecy by @AnnGimpel

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Soul Storm, Book 1 

By Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press 

Release Date: 12/11/14

Available for pre-order early December 

Genre: Urban Fantasy

When the dream world spills its murky contents, everyone’s worst nightmares run free. 

Blurb:

Dr. Lara McInnis reads auras and flirts with an elusive ability to foretell the future. Ambivalent about the magic within her, she’s done a fine job ignoring other aspects of her power—until now. After several patients—and a student or two—describe the same cataclysmic dream, she uncovers ancient evil intent on draining her power. Lara knows next to nothing about her psychic side, but it will destroy her if she can’t come to terms with it.

Trevor Denoble has secrets, but he shields them well with a stunning body and a boatload of British charm. The airline he works for folds because there’s no fuel for the planes, and Lara’s changing into someone he barely recognizes. Though he doesn’t know it yet, the rest of his carefully crafted life is about to come crashing down too.

Living in a world teetering on the edge of anarchy, Trevor and Lara are faced with a series of painful decisions. Is the love between them enough for Trevor to swallow his distrust of Lara’s burgeoning paranormal ability? Will their personal demons tear them apart in a world gone mad, as shortages of everything from electricity to food escalate? 

Excerpt:

…Hours later, Lara let herself out of her office, reached back in to activate the alarm, and then locked the door behind her. Arabel had gone home at six. Normally her receptionist left a note if there was something she needed to communicate. Tonight there hadn’t been any notes because there weren’t any patients she needed to call. But there had been a few zucchinis from Arabel’s lovingly-tended garden. Lara was grateful, both for the organic produce and for the lack of patient-related affairs to attend to. She was tired and hoped nobody had a crisis that evening.

She double-checked the pager that lived clipped to her belt. As she moved away from the front door of her building, she stumbled. The outside light was out—when had that happened?—and it was very dark in the shadows of the cavernous front porch. She made a grab for the railing to steady herself and took a tentative step toward the street.

“Stop right there,” a familiar harsh voice boomed from behind her.

“Mr. Beauchamp. That is you, isn’t it?” Alarm ricocheted through her, but she knew intuitively it was important to hide her fear. “What do you want?” Though she aimed for nonchalance, her voice sounded thin and shaky. Is it Ken? Aw, Jesus, who else could it be? She closed her eyes, gathering data from an unseen realm she knew well. Once her energies were focused, she discerned his twisted energy field throbbing against the darkness. Better the devil you know flashed through her mind. Not necessarily came close on its heels, as she realized, with a sinking feeling, that Ken Beauchamp really was dangerous. She’d known it the first time he walked into her office, but drawn in by his wife’s soft helplessness, she’d ignored her concerns, compassion overriding common sense.

“I want to talk. No, don’t turn around.” The man’s voice held menace as it sliced into her tumbling thoughts.

“What do you want to talk about, Mr. Beauchamp?” With effort, she kept her voice steady. “Surely whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. You really do need to call my office and make an appointment.” There, that seems like about the right amount of bravado.

“What did you tell my wife today? When you were in the bathroom. You’d better tell me the truth.”

“Are you threatening me? Because if you are, I’ll call the cops and have you thrown off my property.” Anger was rapidly displacing her fear—or at least coexisting with it. She reached a hand into her bag in search of her phone.

“That wouldn’t be smart, Doc, not very smart at all. Take your hand out of that purse.”

Ken Beauchamp’s voice was mild, but an ominous undertone chilled her. Sweat gathered in her armpits and dripped down her sides. Think! she commanded herself. There’s got to be a way out of this.

“Well, Doctor?” Ken’s voice oozed sarcasm, with undercurrents of something darker and far more primal. “I asked you a simple question. Answer it and we can both go home.”

What was he doing? Lara dug deeper with her hyper-honed senses. His breathing seemed…uneven. Was he getting off by intimidating her?

Something clicked ominously. The snick of a gun’s safety mechanism? What else could that cold metallic snapping sound possibly be? Fighting fear that threatened to paralyze her, Lara asked, “How’s Bethany, Mr. Beauchamp? She’s all right isn’t she?” Despite her concerns for herself, Lara was suddenly frantic about Bethany.

“That’s none of your business anymore. We won’t be back. I just want to know what you told her today.”

“Why is that important to you?”

“I ask the questions around here.” Yes, Lara thought as she listened intently, he was practically panting. Oh shit, this guy’s a pervert on top of all his other less-than-stellar attributes. She flirted with flying down the porch steps and trying to outrun him, except she had dress shoes on and her heavy shoulder bag. What if he really did have a gun? She hadn’t heard the metal click again.

A car pulled to the curb in front of her building and she started, heart beating like a mad thing. Christ, is it one of his henchmen come to help out? Practically moaning aloud, she wondered what Ken Beauchamp had in mind for her…

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Short Bio:

Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. She’s also a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent.  Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing.  A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. She’s published over 20 books to date, with several more contracted for 2014 and beyond.

 

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

Cover Reveal – Paranormally Yours

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Seven of today’s hottest paranormal authors come together to bring you a boxed set guaranteed to keep you warm on a cold winter’s night. Do shifters make you howl? Or do you prefer the bite of a vampire? Perhaps the controlling hand of a demi-god is more your style. Paranormally Yours has a story—or seven—to set your pulse racing.

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The Reluctant Gift by Sotia Lazu

Mini blurb:

Salina has earned her one-year vacation on Earth, damn it! She’s been an exemplary sentinel for her pack, and saved all the universes.

Too bad she hasn’t been very effective at kicking Aherin to the curb. She had one little lapse in judgement—sleeping with the annoyingly persistent vampire—and now he just won’t leave.

As if that wasn’t enough, her holiday plans are spoiled, her world is turned upside down, and she’s going to miss out on a yummy family dinner, all because she’s kidnapped on Christmas Eve.

By Santa.

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Dreaming of a Wolf by Sofia Grey

Blurb:

Alun was Olivia’s first, and he was supposed to be her forever. After a tragic accident steals him away, Olivia wonders how she can ever be whole again. 

When he starts talking to her in her dreams, she has to ask herself: is she going mad with grief, or is there still a chance for their forever?

 

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Red Dawn by Ann Gimpel

Mini Blurb:

Llyr is a whale shifter with a big problem. The seas are dying, poisoned by heavy metal contamination and barrels of trash. In a bold and desperate move, he and his mate Galatea, the Sea Witch, hatch up magic to allow him to spend as long as he needs to on Earth.

Masquerading as a marine biologist, Llyr signs on with a firm whose mission is to save the oceans. When his boss turns out to have malevolent underpinnings, Llyr returns to the sea for answers. With death lurking behind every corner, he and Galatea find themselves boxed into an impossible situation.

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Courting Mortality by Loralie Hall

Blurb

Eli’s spent eternity thwarting the same family curse that granted his brother, Loki, ever-lasting fame. Eli kind of got screwed in that one. His plan to stay single and detached has worked for several millennia. And then he meets Marley. She’s making him abandon all his resolutions, except the one that never lets him forget the curse. Falling for her means her death, and he won’t let that happen.

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For Heaven’s Cakes by Diane Saxon

Blurb:

Twelve years of living in Ireland smoothed Beau’s rough edges, and hard work as a construction worker made him a wealthy man. The call of his pack is stronger than he can resist though, and he isn’t averse to returning to show his small home town in America what he’s made of himself.

What he doesn’t anticipate is meeting the local pharmacist’s daughter – in his wolf form. By day, he renovates the pharmacy, and tries to cajole the lush assistant into having dinner with him. By night he watches Catherine bake her fantastic creations and blossom through her art.

Sleeping on her bed each night in his wolf form isn’t exactly ideal, but how does he tell her the wolf she’s come to love, is the man she lusts over?

 

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Uncaged by Christy Gissendaner 

Blurb:

Mixed breed vampire shifter, Gabe Moncrief, has made a name for himself in the Cage, an arena where only the strong survive. He’s training for the fight of his life–and vengeance–when Rain Pettis appears. As an Elemental – a supernatural being descended from Zeus himself – she holds the key to his future in the Cage.

As much as she loves her brothers, Rain needs to break away from their overwhelming influence to become her own person. Gabe is the only shifter capable of standing up to them. But when Rain learns a secret that tests her loyalty to her family, she has a decision to make. Does she risk it all for love? And can she bear watching Gabe endanger his life within the Cage? 

Excerpt:

An ill-timed crack of lightning singed Gabe’s eyebrows. He ignored the sizzle of energy, and landed a final punch. His opponent’s eyes rolled back into his head, as he sank to the ground. The elemental effects of the arena disappeared. Gabe once again stood in the center of a dirt ring. No rain drummed on his head. No dust clouds or lightning threatened.

Gabe didn’t wait for the announcement of the knock-out to echo across the arena’s sound system. He strode to the center of the ring and lifted both arms into the air. A chorus of screams reverberated in the arena, bounced off the rafters, and grew to a deafening roar.

He lifted his gaze to the owners’ box. The tallest of the three figures lingering within the glass structure lifted his hand in salute. Gabe tilted his chin and moved his gaze, zeroing in on the lone female within the box.

Rain Pettis was a force to be reckoned with, both literally and figuratively. Unlike her eldest brother, she didn’t acknowledge him as the victor of the fight in any way. She was strictly professional, always dressed in formfitting black business suits, with her blonde hair swept into a tight bun. The tiny black glasses she wore weren’t prescription. Elementals had perfect vision, courtesy of their godly sire. The glasses perched on the end of Rain’s perfect nose were merely a costume piece for the role she played as the unattainable ice princess.

She didn’t fool him one bit. He’d seen the looks she gave him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. She was interested—no doubt about it. But he’d always steered clear. To mess with the youngest Pettis would be akin to having a death wish. Rumor had it her brothers were overly protective, even going so far as to threaten any man that dared touch their sister. The risk didn’t stop Gabe from sweeping his gaze across her oval face, luscious lips, and lower, down to the tiny hint of cleavage displayed by her lace-trimmed blouse.

Nice. He was enough of a vamp to consider flying up to the box for a closer look. Only the dangerous warning vibes her brothers sent his way kept his feet grounded in the dirt.

A sudden shower of cold rain washed over him. He swiped his hand over his damp face and grinned. Apparently she’d caught him staring. A cold shower was definitely what he needed. Nothing got to him quite like a woman determined to play hard to get.

 

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Pursuing Grace by Anita Cox

Blurb:

Though Grace McGovern just graduated college, she’s restless, has no idea what to do with her life and to top it off, she finds herself single and unsatisfied with relationships in general.

Roman intends to claim Grace and make her his mate and part of his pack. He’s searched for her for five years and now she’s within his longing grasp, apart from one minor problem. She has no idea she’s a wolf.

As Grace tries to identify and cope with her inner wolf, she also needs to figure out the unprecedented and undeniable pull Roman has on her. Could he finally offer her the fulfilling relationship for which she’s been yearning?

 

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The Abiding Popularity of Romance Books by Ann Gimpel

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Ann Gimpel is probably one of my favorite authors. Her writing is seamless and if you happen to interact with her personally, she’s an absolute darling. So when I saw Bewitching Blog Tours was looking for blogs to host her tour, I jumped on the chance to have her on my blog. Enough from me – I’m turning it over to Ann.

The Abiding Popularity of Romance Books

More people read romance than any other genre. No, really, it’s true. In a large part, that’s what drove my decision to move (slightly) from my initially preferred genres of science fiction and fantasy to romance. Not that I moved all that far, since everything I write has either an urban fantasy cast or a science-fictiony one. But now they also have HEAs or HFNs, too. My characters are so much happier. So am I because they’re more cooperative.

Ya know what? I adore romance. Two summers ago while on a long road trip, I stopped in at one of those truck stop gas stations that are all things to all people and cruised through the books on CD section. I walked out with a Catherine Coulter historical and a K.M. Moning book, which just happened to be book one for her Fever Series. Even though I’m a bit of a Johnny-come-lately to the romance party, I’m enjoying every minute.

I got back into the motorhome and hubby asked what I’d picked. When he got a look at them he groaned, but he also listened and now he’s a KM Moning fan, too. He sort of balked at Coulter’s 13th century historical. Personally, I think he didn’t like the rape scene, even though it didn’t happen to the heroine, but to one of her handmaidens. Men are amazingly sensitive, even if they don’t show it as much as we women would sometimes like.

What is it about romance? Why do we love it, inhale the books, and go back for more? Well, for one thing, it appeals to our hearts. If a romance book is well-written, it has us rooting for the protags to slog through their big dark moments so they can fall into one another’s arms.

I’ll tell you a secret. Lean close. Romance is even better with descriptive sex, highly descriptive sex. After all, we follow our characters everywhere else, why wouldn’t we want to know how they operate in the bedroom (or on the kitchen counter, or the back yard or garage floor)? In my other career as a psychotherapist, I’ve had any number of clients tell me over the years that a passage from a romance book gave them the courage to ask their partner for what they needed. If the book’s heroine could do it, then by God, so could they.

The romance genre gives us hope that love lingers in an increasingly fast-paced, mechanized world. That may have sounded a bit flowery, but my characters live inside my head while I’m writing about them. They have problems and issues to work through. That HEA doesn’t just fall into their laps. Nope. They have to earn it. And they do by being inventive and creative and surviving adversity.

Nothing worthwhile comes free. Not great loves; not great sex. Frequently in romance, h/h come into the story with serious psychic wounding. A large part of the story is the healing power of love—and sex.

What are some of your favorite romances? Why did they resonate for you? Lastly, something to think about, but not share in a public forum. Are you living your own, personal love story? If not, why not?

Forever and a Day, The Company Store, Book 2, Ann Gimpel 

Publisher: Taliesin

ISBN:  978-1-62916-065-8

Release Date: 7/3/14

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Word Count: 50,000 words

Espionage operations and runaway love travel halfway around the globe as Tamara and Lars stay one step ahead of death. Tension heats to boiling, but it’s not half as hot as the attraction licking at their heels.

Book Description:

Tamara MacBride has a much bigger problem than hiding her shifter side from the world. By the skin of her teeth, and with a smattering of Irish luck, she manages to kill her sister’s murderer. Escaping from the scene of the crime is proving much harder than she anticipated. Just when she thinks she might be safe, her cab driver shrieks and slumps over the wheel. She cowers in the back seat, too scared to run, expecting the next bullet will be for her.

An unknown assailant terminates Lars Kinsvogel’s target. Pleased by the outcome, after all dead is dead, Lars exchanges the glitz of Monto Carlo for a nearby airport intent on collecting the private plane he left there. He’s no sooner arrived when a cab jumps the curb. His instincts blare a warning, but Lars ignores them and trots over to investigate. There’s not much he can do for the cabbie, but his passenger is still very much alive—and absolutely stunning. It takes some tall talking, but she agrees to come with him.

Espionage operations and runaway love travel halfway around the globe as Tamara learns to accept her shifter side, and Lars embraces what’s been missing from his long life. Initially reticent to trust one another, it takes a series of crises and a near-fatal accident for them to take a chance on love—and each other.

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Excerpt:

Lars Kinsvogel sucked in an annoyed breath. Anxiety and greed thickened the air in Monte Carlo’s Place de Casino, and he stifled a choking sound. Damn his hypersensitive shifter senses. If it weren’t for them, the desperation hovering around him wouldn’t be quite so palpable. Casinos were always like this, though, a haven for the rash and reckless. What had likely begun as a harmless pastime turned into hardcore addiction for an unfortunate few, forcing them to return again and again despite diminishing returns.

Hope springs eternal. All the poor sods need is one more spin of the wheel, another hand of cards… Lars looked up, right into the croupier’s beady gaze.

“Would monsieur like to place a bet?” The croupier grinned with all the warmth of a hammerhead shark, displaying a mouthful of bad teeth. What was it with the French and their aversion to dentistry? Lars shook his head and made shooing motions with one hand. He’d have to either join the baccarat game soon, or move on, but he could get away with loitering for a few more minutes without drawing undue attention to himself.

His target, a powerfully built man with Asian features revealing his half-Chinese ancestry, had an arm slung around a striking brunette. Maybe she was one of the hookers who worked the casino circuit, maybe she was a steady thing for the man. Lars considered it and decided she could be both. Around five feet eight, she had a lush, curvy body, hair cut into a stylish bob that fell a few inches past her shoulders, and memorable eyes the color of a restless ocean. A short, black sheath hugged her like a second skin. Open nearly to her waist, it displayed half her full breasts. Even though Lars’ appraisal was surreptitious, he forced his gaze elsewhere. The woman was sex incarnate, and he didn’t need anything diverting him from his objective.

Jaret Chen pressed chips into his companion’s hand and urged her to pick a number. He gave one of her breasts a familiar squeeze, which earned him a smile, perfectly rouged lips stretching over impossibly straight teeth—and a slight shake of her head. Color stained her tanned skin. Lars realized he was looking at the woman again, wondering how her breasts would feel beneath his fingers. She seemed uncomfortable with Jaret’s frank exploration of her body, so she probably wasn’t a pro. For some unexplained reason, Lars felt relieved. The woman was too elegant to earn her living lying on her back.

He snorted to himself and studied the flashing display above the baccarat table. Maybe the woman wasn’t French. That might explain her perfect teeth—and her discomfort with having her body mauled in public. At least she held Jaret’s attention. So far the drug dealer hadn’t spared him so much as a sidelong glance. Lars had never met the man, but knew a great deal about him from an extensive dossier provided by The Company, Lars’ international security employer. Deeply involved in the heroin trade from the Middle East, across the Mediterranean, and into Europe, Jaret was one of the principals in a large operation—and Lars’ current project.

He sized the man up. Maybe six feet, he had a barrel chest. Strongly muscled arms strained against the fabric of his cream-colored silk dress shirt. His art deco tie had been loosened. Dark eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and straight dark hair cut short blended with his business attire. For all intents and purposes, he was indistinguishable from the phalanx of wealthy—and wannabe wealthy—men circulating through the casino. Lars glanced at his own cream-colored silk shirt and black linen pants. With the exception that his tie was still firmly knotted, he and Jaret were dressed as twins.

Guess neither of us wanted to stick out in anyone’s memory.

Lars glanced at his Rolex. Close to midnight and time to move on. He’d seen enough. Now it was a matter of figuring out where and when to strike. These things always went more smoothly when they were nearly invisible. He melted into the crowd and made his way outside. The casino fronted the French Riviera; Lars stood looking out at the Mediterranean for long moments. The water was quiet tonight, waves barely slapping the white sand beach. His cell phone, set on silent, vibrated against his hip, and he tugged it from a pocket to look at the display.

Private. Damn! Could be anyone.

Lars punched the answer icon, held the phone to his ear, and waited. No need to say anything until he knew who was on the other end.

“Are you somewhere you can talk?” Lars inhaled sharply as Garen LeRochefort’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. Another shifter, Garen had founded The Company hundreds of years ago. The mechanics of the spy game had changed drastically between the late seventeen hundreds and modern times, but the basics—kill or be killed—hadn’t altered much. Everyone who worked for The Company was some type of shifter. Lars’ animal form was a mountain lion, Garen’s a wolf.

Lars loped farther down the beach until he cleared several couples engaged in deep, hungry kisses. “What has happened?” Something must have, or Garen wouldn’t have risked contact.

“You need to leave.”

“But I have not—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Garen cut in. “I’ll explain when you’re back in the office on a fully scrambled line.”

Lars thought about his twin engine Piper Seneca waiting at the Nice airport, fifteen miles from Monte Carlo. It gave him freedom to come and go, and was much cheaper to operate than the business class jets he also owned. “Maybe I could still—”

“No!” The one word thundered so loud, Lars moved the phone away from his ear. “Don’t even go back to your room.” Garen hesitated. “Old friend. Trust me on this.” The line went dead.

Lars stared at the iPhone’s display and dropped the cellular device back into his pocket. He’d been compromised. He wasn’t certain quite how, and a part of him was curious as hell. He kept walking, swinging in a wide circle to head back toward the Hotel de Paris. Garen had said not to return to his room, but if he were careful, maybe he could learn something critical that would help their side.

“Ja, forewarned is forearmed,” he muttered. Keycard in hand, he let himself into a side door of the rambling old structure, got his bearings, and started cautiously up a stairwell. His suite was on the second floor, at the very end of the wing facing the Mediterranean. He’d always loved the old hotel with its thick, patterned carpets and antique lighting and furnishings. Staying next to the walls, he used a bit of shifter magic to cast a don’t look here spell. It wouldn’t keep someone determined from seeing him, but it didn’t require much magic, either.

He entered the second floor a few doors from his own and scanned the empty hallway, his senses on high alert. Midnight was early in Monte Carlo, a city where people frequently stayed up through dawn and slept the day away, so he fully expected to see other guests, but the hall was mercifully empty. He padded silently toward his door and examined it, wishing he’d set a trap. He inhaled, trying to sort scents, but there were too many to make sense of. He could leave, just walk away like Garen had almost ordered him to, but Lars had never been a coward, and he was more intrigued than frightened. He’d spent years worming his way out of dicey situations. This was just one more, and he was damned if he’d walk away from his things. Not unless he had to.

He took a deep breath, tugged his guaranteed-not-to-set-off-metal-detectors .32 caliber revolver from its ankle holster, and shoved the key card into the slot in the door. A tiny electric motor hummed and the deadbolt snicked out of the way. He turned the latch, kicked the door open, and turned from side to side scanning the sitting room of his suite, gun at the ready. Lars waited in the doorway, barely breathing, and then he heard a muted click, followed by an unmistakable whirr, and knew.

A bomb.

He cursed in German, not knowing if he was more annoyed with the turn of events or with himself for not taking Garen’s advice and getting the hell out of there.

 

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A peek inside me…

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Chain mail… I’ve been hit with this twice now and each time, my head literally hit my desk. But when Ann Gimpel asked me, I couldn’t say no to her. Ann is a sweetheart and a fantastic writer, so I just couldn’t say no to her.

So, for this little task, I have to take a good hard look at me, my writing and the process. I have a few questions to answer, so here we go.

What am I working on? Well, I’ve made no secret that my “other name” is Kim Mullican (and there’s no erotic writing associated with that name.) I’m currently researching and brainstorming for a Dystopian novel. Since it’s in planning stage, I can’t really give a blurb… because I don’t have the full idea yet. Aside from that, I’ve been marketing my ass off and trying to maintain my sanity.

How does my writing differ from other books in my genre? Well, they’re written by me, for one.  I am a strong-willed lass with German, Irish and Indian blood coursing through my veins. I usually write strong female leads, no sissy-pants-whining little girls in my books. Go big or go home. The inner monologue is usually on the funny side, because I’m a wisenheimer most days.

How does my writing process work?  When I started this adventure a decade ago, I just sat and wrote the movie playing in my head. My, how I’ve grown. Until last year, I sat next to the picture window in the front of the house. I covered it with dry erase marker, using it as a story board. The neighbors teased me, calling me “a beautiful mind.” Frequently, I’d catch the mail man trying to read what I had written on the window. I’ve since moved to the basement and purchased an actual white board. I plot out the main ideas and then let my pantster take over.

 

I’m supposed to name another author, however, everyone else I know has been hit with this little survey so this has to die here… except for I have to post again on July 7th. And that, has another author tagged.

 

No more! No more chain mail! Aggghhhh

 

Welcome Ann Gimpel!

Today, I’m turning my blog over to the lovely and talented Ann Gimpel.  I’m not going to ramble on about how you should scoop up this wonderful novel, or how you should stalk follow Ann. Instead, I’m just going to let her take it from here.  Ann:

Why Paranormal Romance, Rather than Contemporary?

I can only answer that question for myself. Since my writing roots are in science fiction and fantasy, the jump into romance just had to include some paranormal elements. I’ve never been a huge vampire fan, and zombies creep me out. Even absent those two, there are still a host of paranormal characters left. I sort of settled into a niche with shifters of various persuasions, Celtic gods, and Norse gods. Selkies even made a cameo appearance in one of my books.

In romance, the beauty of shifter males is they can be very “alpha-ish” because I borrow from their animal energy to make them courageous, strong, quick, protective, and intensely loyal. Nothing quite like a hero who would lay down his life protecting the heroine.

That being said, I like kickass women in my books, too. No shrinking violets for me. Maybe because I grew up in an era when women mostly stayed home and raised kids, I like my female characters to be gutsy, to take the guy’s gambits, and give him one better. So lots of my female leads are shifters, too. The ones who aren’t are witches, or dragon bond mates, or linked to wolves.

The other day, one of my author pals posted in Facebook that she was temporarily shelving her paranormal series and going back to writing contemporary romance. It didn’t even take twenty-four hours before her next post, which basically said, “Well, hey, that didn’t work. I’m back to writing paranormal.” When I asked her about it privately, she said the plot lines are just so much richer in paranormal books.

I absolutely agree with her. When characters have supernatural abilities, it throws possible plot directions wide open. On my whimsical days, I see myself as writing romantic fairy tales for grownups. And I suppose on some level, that’s what I do. There’s been a trend in some modern stories, including paranormal ones, to have nasty, mean heroes and sad, weepy, abused heroines. Unfortunately, they’re just as damaged at the end of the book as they were during the opening scenes. While this is probably pretty accurate, since most of us don’t get personality transplants, nonetheless, I read for pleasure.

If I want to read something that tugs my heartstrings, I’ll read true life adventure mountain climbing tales. People die in those books. They simply drop into an abyss, leaving their climbing partners with a great deal of guilt, and the need to memorialize what happened in a book. But you know what? For the most part, climbers treat one another with a great deal of dignity and respect. So, while it’s hard to read about death in the high places of the world, it’s not nearly as hard for me as reading fiction where the characters have zip in the way of redeeming qualities.

Boy, I really got off on a tangent there. Let me close the loop. For my paranormal characters, I suppose I could focus on their destructiveness, but I always infuse compassion into them, and the ability to give and receive love. After all, that’s what romance writing is all about. There’s an HEA, but I want my readers to care about what happens to the characters in my books, so that HEA means something.

How about the rest of you? What are your tastes and preferences for pleasure reading? I’d love to know.

Now, let’s get to the book!

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Blurb:
Magic didn’t just find Luke Caulfield. It chased him down, bludgeoned him, and has been dogging him ever since. Some lessons are harder than others. Luke survives by embracing danger and upping the ante to give it one better. An enforcer for the Coven, a large, established group of witches, his latest assignment is playing bodyguard to the daughter of Coven leaders.

Abigail Ruskin is chaperoning a spoiled twelve-year-old from New York to her parents’ home in Utah Territory when Luke gets on their stagecoach in Colorado. A powerful witch herself, Abigail senses Luke’s magic, but he’s so overwhelmingly male, she shies away from contact. Stuck between the petulant child and Luke’s raw sexual energy, Abigail can’t wait for the trip to end.

Wraiths, wolves, and humans with dark magick attack. Unpleasant truths surface about the child and Abigail’s well-ordered world crashes around her. Luke’s so attracted to Abigail, she’s almost all he can think about, but he’s leery too. In over his head, he summons enforcer backup. Will they help him save the woman he’s falling in love with, or demand her immediate execution?

Bio:

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist, with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. She’s published over 20 books to date, with several more contracted for 2014.

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

Author picWhere can you find Ann?

http://www.anngimpel.com
http://anngimpel.blogspot.com
http://www.amazon.com/author/anngimpel
http://www.facebook.com/anngimpel.author
@AnnGimpel (for Twitter)