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Dragon Mine

ABOUT THE AUTHOR(From the publisher’s website)

Things that go bump in the night have always fascinated Jaime Rush. Sometimes those things are human; other times, not so much. Now she has twisted them all together in the Hidden, a trilogy about humans with the essence of gods who walk the knife’s edge between the glamour of Miami and a place filled with dark magick and dangerous beauty.

Jaime is the author of the Offspring series and also writes under the name Tina Wainscott. She is the bestselling author of eighteen romance novels. She lives in Southwest Florida with her husband, daughter, and cat.

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MBA&M: Good morning, Jaime, please give our readers some insight on Jaime Rush?


JAIME: Good morning! Thanks much for having me. Jaime Rush is a pseudonym for my real name, Tina Wainscott. As Tina, I’ve published 18 romantic suspense novels. As Jamie, I created the Offspring series, which was more paranormal than my Tina books. And now I’m really jumping into the paranormal with dragons angels and magic!


I’ve always been fascinated by the mysterious, the unexplained, and the downright spooky. With my Hidden series, I’m delving into a world that explains some of the weird stuff that happens to all of us. Like when your socks go missing from the dryer, when half of your watermelon martini is gone and you don’t remember drinking it, or when the hairs on the back of your neck rise for no discernible reason.


MBA&M: Why do you write Paranormal Romance?

JAIME: [Actually, I basically answered that in the previous answer J]

MBA&M: Who influenced you the most in writing this genre?


JAIME: I enjoyed Shana Abe’s Drakon series and I love all of the action in Illona Andrews’s books. I wouldn’t use the word influenced per se, but certainly inspired. When I started reading both their books, I had no intention of writing about shapeshifters. Then I met Cyn, the hero of DRAGON AWAKENED, and everything changed…

Dragon MineMBA&M: What was the driving force behind writing “Dragon Mine”?


JAIME: I like the idea of introducing the series with a novella (or two!) so new readers can sample my writing and the series in a short, inexpensive way. I wanted the first two novellas to be connected, so I made the hero in DRAGON MINE and the heroine in DRAGON RISING twins. And while the initiating factor is their father’s disappearance, each story has its own romance and his/her own plot to solve.


I started writing short stories way back when and then graduated to novels. So the idea of writing a novella, which is sort of in between, was interesting and challenging. I’ve now written five of them and have to say I really enjoy the shorter format. On the downside, you can’t take as much time to really delve into the characters and all their juicy pathos. Still, I find I can pack a lot of plot and character and romance into a short story.

MBA&M: Why a novella,and is a novella harder to write or easier in your opinion?

JAIME: [Again, I guess I answered this question in the previous one.]

MBA&M: “Dragon Mine” is the beginning of a new series,”The Hidden”,correct? What will be the first story up,and how many will be in the series,attentively. Inquiring minds what to know,or me anyway?


JAIME: The first stories of the Hidden are the two novellas. The second one, DRAGON RISING, comes out October 1. Then I’m thrilled that the first three full books, out in both digital and paperback, debut back-to-back starting December 17. Those three books are loosely connected by an overarching plot but are standalone. Which as I read this makes it sound so simple. In reality it made me crazy trying to coordinate all the time lines, villains, and plots.  As far as future books, that will depend on the readers. LOL

Dragon MineMBA&M: “Dragon Mine” is a Paranormal Romantic Suspense,correct? How hard is it to write a romantic suspense with paranormal/fantasy elements? And where do you find research on this matter?


JAIME: Yes, I love and need suspense in my romance. Balancing suspense and the romance can be tricky enough. Throw in the paranormal elements, and it’s a bit like juggling. I can’t say it’s easy, but it is challenging (in a good way). I think the hardest thing about writing paranormal is that you have so many elements to choose from that it can be daunting. Keeping track of, for instance, the different types of Dragons and their powers and their limitations. And demons, oy vey! What can they do, how many types, which ones to use in any particular scene… You get the idea!


MBA&M: Which Paranormal author would you say influenced your writing career, and which author influenced your writing style the most?


JAIME: This sounds a lot like the earlier questions so I think I have covered this too. J

MBA&M: Jaime, what a pleasure to have you with us and our readers today, please tell us where to connect with you and where we may find “Dragon Mine”?

JAIME: It was great to be here! I love connecting with readers and booksellers. The easy place to find out more about my books is my website. For interacting, come by my Facebook page or follow me on Twitter. Thanks!

Author Website: www.jaimerush.com.

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 Again, thank you Jaime for visiting with us and our readers today. What a fascinating interview.




  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Price: $1.99 US/$1.99 CAN
  • Pages: 120
  • ISBN-13: 9781455527991
  • On Sale Date: 06/04/2013

Dragon Mine

Kirin is summoned home when his father goes missing–the man who ruined his life, and his relationship with Elle, by being a suspect in her mother’s disappearance. When he runs into Elle, sparks fly, especially when he discovers her father is missing, too. Suspecting that their disappearances are linked, they must combine his Dragon power and her magick to find the truth in the darkest shadows. But as their desires flare again, can their burning passion overcome their past—or the danger that the future holds?


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  • Mass Market Paperback: 368 pages
  • Publisher: Forever (June 25, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1455515760
  • ISBN-13: 978-1455515769
June 25, 2013

Here comes trouble…

Etta Green kissed Everson, Texas, goodbye years ago. A big city chef, she intends to return only long enough to settle her beloved grandmother’s estate and then hightail it back to Chicago. But Grammy Hazel had other plans. In her will, she left Etta part-ownership of a B&B that’s about to go bankrupt before it even opens. And what’s worse–Etta’s partner is Donny Joe Ledbetter, a handsome devil with some serious bad boy charm. Growing up, Donny Joe didn’t give Etta a second glance. Now, she’s got his whole attention.

A far cry from the shy bookworm he once knew, sexy, spirited Etta Green is nothing but trouble. Yet Donny Joe decides to play nice. After all, the quicker they open the B&B, the faster this exasperating–and irresistible–woman will be on her way. Donny Joe has never been a one-woman kind of man. But one crazy little moment of unforgettable desire may change his mind–if he can convince Etta to stay for good…

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He huddled in his thin black suit coat as an uncommonly bitter wind whipped through Everson Memorial Gardensandbatteredthemournerswhodgatheredgraveside to pay their respects to the dearly departed Hazel Green. Miz Hazel, as she was known by one and all, had livedacolorfullifeandhaddiedtoosoonatthefriskyage ofsixtyeight.


ShewouldbemissedbythegoodfolksinEverson, includingDonnyJoe.Shedbeenhisnextdoorneighbor, agrandmotherfigure ofsorts,aneverendingsourceof unsolicited advicesome good, some bad. And of late, hisbusinesspartner.

He didnt treat her passing lightly, so when he was asked to be a pallbearer he agreed without hesitation. He had a real affection for the old girl. Too bad he couldnt sayhefeltthesameabouthergranddaughter.

HelethisgazetraveloverEttaGreen.Shehadsteamed backinto Everson a few daysago to takecare ofthe funeralarrangementsforhergrandmother,butgriefcould only go sofarin excusinghersurlyattitude.Notthathed had any direct encounters with her, but it hadnt taken long for word to spread via the town grapevine that shed bulldozed everyone in her path. Out of the respect people had for Miz Hazel, shed gotten away with it. Now she perched on one of the spindly chairs set up for the family infrontof thecasket,hersmallfireplugofabodyvibratingwithdefianceandanger.


Hetookinherface,griefclearlyetchedineveryfeature while the howling wind tossed her short dark brown hair aroundherheadinalldirections.Dressedallinblack,her fistswereclenchedtightlyinherlapasifitwereallshe could do not to shake them at the heavens for taking her beloved Grammy away too soon. Her pointy highheeled blackpumpstappedoutanervousrhythmonthedrywinter grass, suggesting she might kick the shins of the first person who dared express any hint of sympathy. Donny Joeplannedtokeephisdistance.




Molly lives a charmed life in Texas with her husband, Mr. Wonderful and her extremely large cat Nelson. When she’s not writing, she spends her days reading, taking dance classes with MW, and watching every kind of sporting event imaginable. Molly has three grown children, all married to terrific people and two wonderful grandchildren. Life is good!


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Genre: Historical Fiction(American Revolution)

Series: Jack Absolute #1

  • Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks Landmark; Reprint edition (May 7, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 140228070X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1402280702


By: C.C. Humphreys



It’s 1777 when Captain Jack Absolute becomes a sensation throughout London. This news comes as a shock to the real Jack Absolute when he arrives in England after four months at sea. But there’s little time for outrage before he finds himself dueling for his life. Right when he thinks he’s finally won, he is forced to flee London by the quickest means possible, becoming a spy in the American Revolution. From the streets of London, to the pivotal battle of Saratoga, to a hunt for a double agent in Philadelphia, this novel marks the exhilarating beginning of an epic historical series and a character you won’t soon forget.

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About the Author

Chris (C.C.) Humphreys was born in Toronto, lived till he was seven in Los Angeles, then grew up in the UK. As C.C. Humphreys, Chris has written seven historical fiction novels. The first, ‘The French Executioner’ told the tale of the man who killed Anne Boleyn and was runner up for the CWA Steel Dagger for Thrillers 2002. Its sequel, ‘Blood Ties’, was a bestseller in Canada. Having played Jack Absolute, he stole the character and has written three books on this ‘007 of the 1770’s’ – ‘Jack Absolute’, ‘The Blooding of Jack Absolute’ and ‘Absolute Honour’- short listed for the 2007 Evergreen Prize by the Ontario Library Association. All have been published in the UK, Canada, the US and translated into Russian, Italian, German, Greek and Czech

Chris lives in Vancouver, Canada, with his wife and young son.


Chapter Seven(Jack Absolute)


Within the silence of the trees, the wolf howl pierced like musket shot. Roosting pigeons exploded from branches, careless of the canopy, wings hammering the leaves aside in panicked flight. A squirrel, which Jack had been studying with the idle curiosity of the slightly hungry, disappeared into the higher reaches of a black walnut with a flick of its tail.

Jack looked to Até and his friend peered back at him through his spectacles. He had acquired a new pair in London, delighted with an improvement that had occurred in their time in India; these were called “bifocals” and had a reading lens occupying the lower half of the glass. The contrast between these and the shaved head and war paint had given Jack much amusement, though Até had not seen the humor. A copy of Clarissa by Samuel Richardson lay on his tattooed chest. He did not usually read novels, preferring philosophy or Shakespeare, but Burgoyne had thrust it at him on the voyage over and he felt obliged to the General to finish it. After two days in the forest, he was nearly done.

They waited for the chorus that should follow the single cry. But it was not long before the one voice cried once more, from a little nearer, a longer ululation ending in a series of sharp yelps.

There was something strange in it. Jack tipped his head.

“Lone wolf?”

Até was folding his spectacles, putting them and the book to the rear of their birch bark, half-moon lean-to. “Yes,” he said, reaching for his gun, “but not an animal one.”

Jack had heard it too. Someone was moving through the woods toward them. Their shelter was set back from the main path, hidden by a thicket of young birch. Priming their fusils with a sprinkle of powder in the pan—they were already loaded—they moved swiftly down to the trail. Jack’s raised eyebrows drew the slightest of nods from Até, who swung himself into the lower branches of a beech. Jack lay just off the path, squinting along the barrel down the path that led to the Rebel lands.

It was not a long wait. Within moments, they heard the sound of feet slapping the earth. Or rather one foot, then a dragging sound accompanied by a harsh exhalation. And there were other sounds beyond these. Straining, Jack could make out at least three other footfalls, maybe more, coming fast. Faster certainly than the one they obviously pursued.

The first man to appear looked as though he had run for miles. He was dressed, much as Jack and Até themselves, in breech cloth, moccasins, and little else. But the black and gold paint that striped him from crown of head to knees was smeared and, Jack instantly saw, run through with red. This was not done in the formal patterns of the paint. This was blood. It spread across the body in a spider’s web, streaming from beneath the hand the man ineffectually clutched to his side. And Jack saw that the leg, the one that dragged, had another wound, also pulsing red.

They saw him and a moment later he was upon them. Laying aside his gun, Jack stuck out a leg.

The wounded warrior had been glancing back so he went down hard. But he rolled twice and came up to his knees, a knife in his hands. Jack followed, tomahawk drawn, but the blade halted him. Besides, there were friends as well as foes in this forest.

There was a moment of near silence; only a moment, because both men heard, above the desperate breathing of the kneeling one, the rapid approach of those other feet. Maybe two hundred paces through the brush. Maybe less.

“Mohawk?” whispered Jack. He said it in English and the man’s eyes widened.

“Cayuga. I seek the forces of the King.”

“You’ve found them. Some, at least. Those who follow?”

“They serve the Rebel. They seek to stop my mouth.”

“How many?”

“Five. I think five.”

Jack had a moment to believe or not. When he did, he pursed his lips and whistled. First, just the once and like a spruce partridge, the best of the eating birds, indicating to Até that they had found a friend. The second time, five quick bursts with the aid of his fingers (a quail rising in alarm from a nest) gave the number of the enemy. Then he stepped off the path and reached down for his musket.

The first of the pursuers crested the slight rise and yelped in triumph when he saw the fallen Cayuga, an Ironwood war club lifting as he ran. He was just about to throw it when Jack fired, the buck-and-ball load taking him in the chest, spinning him back. A second warrior hurdled the falling man, came on without a pause, shrieking, his own weapon rising, then spinning from his grasp as a hole opened in his side, the sound of Até’s shot coming almost simultaneously. He cried out, staggered, tried to run on, fell slithering toward them.

Behind, three other warriors appeared, hesitated. In that still moment, Até dropped from the tree straight into their midst. His tomahawk rose, fell; another blocked it. Wood cracked on wood, metal on metal, as the metal heads slid toward each other, clashed together. Another blade sliced down toward Até’s back, but the warrior was aiming where Até had been. He’d used the interlocked heads to pull himself and his opponent off the path.

Jack now had a target. Drawing his own tomahawk again, he threw, spinning it fast through the air. Somehow, the man saw it come, raised his own to deflect it, skittering it into the woods. Jack only had a moment to curse his choice to throw before he was dealing with its consequences—a screaming warrior running at him, tomahawk raised high up to that point where the killing strokes begin.

He’d held on to his fusil in his left hand. Now he snapped the butt up into his right, raised the weapon square across his head, just in time. The tomahawk blade drove into the gunstock an inch from Jack’s fingers. He pulled his right arm down sharply, twisting his body aside. The running attack, the slight slope, Jack’s sudden movement, all caused the warrior to slip past, fall to one knee. But he wrenched the weapon from the stock and, sweeping around, cut at Jack’s extended knee. Jack leaped back, using the fusil almost as a sword, sweeping the barrel down. The tomahawk, the better balanced of the two weapons, knocked the musket from Jack’s grasp. He staggered back and the warrior, with a shout of triumph, raised his blade high and stepped forward to deliver the death stroke.

Jack reached his left arm across his body and drew his dirk from the sheath at his right side. In the same movement he threw it underhand, though it was not truly designed to be thrown, and he was aware, even in that instant, of the poor results he’d obtained from the far more airworthy tomahawk. But the blade flew effectively enough, taking the warrior in the throat just as he was about to strike. It halted him in midblow, a look of surprise, even reproach taking over his face. Then he sat down very suddenly, legs thrust out before him. A gurgle, it might have been a curse, and he lay back.

It had taken no time at all. Jack turned to see Até still entwined with his opponent, spinning around as each tried to loosen the other’s grip on his tomahawk. Even as he watched, his friend leaned back, then suddenly forward, his head cracking down on the opponent’s nose. With a cry the man lost his hold on his own weapon, and, with it, his life.

The last of the pursuers had not moved from where the fight had begun. Now, he looked quite slowly at the bodies of his friends, at Jack, at Até. Then he nodded once, turned, and ran.

“Yours.” Jack indicated the path. Até paused only to jerk his tomahawk’s head from his victim’s body and he was gone. Twin footfalls faded.

Jack turned to the Cayuga brave. The man had fainted and, looking at his wounds, Jack could see why. Both chest and leg must have bled extensively and a terrible pallor underlay the dark skin. Jack bent and lifted the man, carrying him the few paces to the shelter. There, he swiftly ripped apart a shirt reserved for cooler nights and wrapped the swathes of cloth around the wounds. The leg injury was deep but would heal with time. The other, in the side of the chest, was more serious; Jack felt the ball might still be in there. The man needed a surgeon and swiftly.

As Jack bound the more serious wound, the man stirred then started.

“Easy, friend. My name is Jack Absolute. You are safe now. Rest.”

The man shook his head as if to clear it. “I cannot. My name is Samuel. Water?” When Jack had fetched it and he had drunk deep—though it caused him pain—he said, “I have wampum for the King’s army.” He nodded to the pouch that Jack had removed from his shoulder. Jack opened it, pulled out the belt of beads. The majority were purple, though white ones were spaced along it in rectangles the size of a thumb.

“I am not gifted in the reading of wampum. I know this means danger, and that it is incomplete.”

“There was not time to finish it. I bring the news…here.” The man touched his mouth. “But Molly Brant sent this so that my words would be believed. I speak what she would make into wampum.”

“Molly Brant? Joseph’s sister?”

The man nodded. “She lives still in Canajoharie, down the Valley. It is full of Rebels. She listens and sees them gather. They are coming here, their soldiers.”

“Regulars?” Jack would be surprised to see Washington’s regular army, the “Continentals” as they were called, this far west. Not with Burgoyne marching down from the north and Howe from the south.

The man shook his head. “Tryon County Militia. But many. They come to fight for the fort.”

Jack frowned. The Militias varied in quality and training, summoned as they were only for short bursts of service. But the best of them were doughty fighters. “We had heard this Militia was fearful, that they would not fight.”

“A girl was killed. White girl. By tribesmen allied to King George, it is said. It makes them angry.”

“How long?”

The man looked east. “Soon. Maybe even tomorrow. They set out after me but it is not far. They…”

They both felt the faint vibration on the earth. Jack picked up a pistol, but, a moment later, Até was before them. He threw something down in front of Samuel—a long black braid attached to a piece of skin.

“The last of your pursuers.” Até toed the scalp a little forward. “Oneida, I think.”

“Yes. Oneidas love the Rebelmen. As do the Tuscaroras.”

Jack looked up. “Two of the Six Nations. That confirms what we heard on the way to the gathering, Até—we are not the only ones fighting our own.”

“Did you not say, Daganoweda, that all wars are civil wars?”

“I did.” He looked down at Samuel. “If I help you, can you make it to Fort Stanwix? It is about an hour’s march, maybe a little more with your wounds. I think the Colonel will need to hear it from you. He doesn’t value my opinions.”

Samuel raised himself on one elbow. “I must.”

Até reached into the shelter. In a moment, all his possessions were across his shoulders.

“I will…” He nodded down the path in the direction the enemy would come.

“I’ll be back by dawn.” Jack was helping Samuel to stand. Once on two feet the Cayuga warrior shrugged off the supporting hands. “And hopefully I’ll bring an army. At the creek?”


“Aye. Oriskany.”

With a flick of two fingers at his brow, Até loped off down the path. Samuel had already begun to limp the opposite way, through shafts of late afternoon sunlight slanting through the canopy. Before he followed, Jack went to seek his thrown tomahawk. Rooting among the undergrowth, he finally found it, straightened…and was struck by how peaceful everything was, all the colors of the forest in harmony. Then, turning to follow, he looked down, saw the one color that was out of place, because the season for it had not yet come. Red. Their victims’ blood, on the bodies they would have to leave, on the forest’s floor. Jack knew that if Samuel’s message was heeded, the hue would soon be spread much wider under the canopy.


This time there was no question. The urgency of the matter demanded that Jack was part of the war council within their leader’s pavilion—though St. Leger, drunk as a lord, made much play, before his crimson nose, of a large stained handkerchief that he regularly anointed from a flask of perfume. The scent was of the very cheapest, cloying and more noxious to Jack than anything that could come from a bear. And it combined unfortunately with both the grease sported by several of the Native councilors and the pipe smoke many others were using to ward off the stench. The approach of evening had barely tempered the heat of the day. Within minutes of the council commencing, the tent smelled like a combination of bordello, sweat lodge, and abattoir.

Yet to Jack, the nasal assaults were as nothing to the main irritation under the canvas. There, right next to the swaying, sweating Colonel, and as apparently in favor as Jack was out, stood a man in the dark green uniform of a major of Jaegers, the Light Infantry from Hesse-Hanau. He was a senior officer with the final reinforcements, newly arrived from Lake Ontario. But on Hounslow Heath he’d been Banastre Tarleton’s Second-Second, and in a secret message in Quebec he was, Jack felt certain, “Diomedes” of the Illuminati. Here though he was, once again, the Count von Schlaben.

As soon as he’d seen him, Jack had cursed Burgoyne silently. The General had promised to keep this dangerous man tight to him. In the chaos of campaign Von Schlaben had obviously contrived to slip away. Burgoyne would not know where he had gone and if he’d finally found out, any warning sent would almost certainly be far behind the German. And Jack could see, by the way St. Leger already deferred to the Count, that speaking out against him would have no effect, could only hurt Jack’s standing in this company further.

And, once again, Von Schlaben opposed Jack on everything that mattered. His position as a leader of the German contingent gave him a voice. His was as soft and persuasive as ever as he counseled caution, consolidation, even withdrawal in the face of the approaching foe. Surely better to preserve these forces and return them to Burgoyne if the Fort could not be taken quickly and was soon to be relieved? Even St. Leger demurred at this. He did not want a return to a subordinate position where both his incompetence and his drinking could not help but be noticed. But he agreed that his forces should not be split—his regular forces anyway.

“They shall maintain the siege,” he had drawled. “I am convinced the defenders are soon to falter. Since my esteemed ally Joseph Brant here and, uh, Captain Absolute are so convinced of the prowess of their tribesmen, let them show it. Let them to prove their vaunted forest fighting skills. Let them do it alone.”

Jack had no need to raise his voice in the counterarguments that followed. The two Loyalist leaders, John Butler and John Johnson, commanded troops who were nearly all farmers and landowners, like themselves, in the Mohawk Valley they were due to march through. It was their farms that had been appropriated by the Rebels, their neighbors, former friends, and, in many cases, even brothers and fathers who formed the Militia that marched to relieve the Fort. This was the personal war they had come to fight. They would go with the Mohawks and their allies and join in the ambush. And, much to Joseph Brant’s disgust, a Seneca sachem declared that his people, as had been promised them, would come along and watch.

It was far from perfect. But it could be enough. From Samuel’s report, the Militia numbered about six hundred men and the Allies were mustering about the same—four hundred Native, two hundred Loyalist—with the advantage of surprise and of choosing the terrain. Both he and Joseph knew the valley and, like Até, had spotted the ravine at Oriskany, about six miles from Fort Stanwix, as a likely site. Yet when Jack saw the swiftest of smiles appear on Von Schlaben’s lips, he suddenly felt less than sure.

The meeting broke up, participants gratefully fleeing the fug to go and ready their men. They were to march in one hour. Joseph immediately set off for the Mohawk camp. Von Schlaben had preceded them and Jack saw his green coat disappearing down a side trail toward the German lines. They had set up in a small clearing just away from the main encampment. On a whim, Jack followed.

He caught up with him down a dip, in a small stand of fir. Their dense needles screened the two men from sight and the rallying trumpets were muted there. Von Schlaben had stopped, was staring ahead. Drawing nearer, Jack saw the reason.

A rattlesnake lay curled up, slap in the center of the path. It was a large one, several years old, its rattle at least seven ligaments long. It raised this as it confronted the Count, shook its warning at him, its tongue slipping in and out, head weaving from side to side.

“Communing with a cousin, Count?”

The German half–turned toward Jack, endeavoring to keep his eyes in both directions, that faint smile as ever on his lips.

“Captain Absolute. My, such deadly forest creatures both fore and aft. What is a poor townsman to do?”

“I am flattered you consider me deadly,” Jack left the slightest of pauses before adding, “Diomedes.”

If he hoped the name would provoke a reaction he was disappointed.

“My first name is Adolphus, not…whatever it was you just said. Though I hardly think we know each other well enough to be on such terms.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Jack had stopped about four paces away. “I think one should always be on easy terms with a man who has tried to have one killed.”

“I?” There was no real denial in the tone. His gaze swung back to the snake, which had begun to move. Certain of its precedence on the path, it uncoiled and, with a final warning rattle, slithered off into the brush.

Von Schlaben shook his head. “A nasty way to die, I am told.”

“Very. You should try it.”

The German’s pallid eyes moved back to Jack. In a voice devoid of inflection, he said, “You wish something from me, Captain Absolute?”

Jack took a moment to look the dark green uniform of the Jaeger officer up and down. “Do you qualify for this role?”

“We all play many roles, Captain. I have seen some military service, yes.” He gestured with his chin to Jack’s encampment garb of green wool shirt and buckskin leggings. “Do you qualify for yours?”

There was a moment’s appraising silence between them. Jack broke it. “I know why you set that young lunatic on me in London. You would try to prevent me in the duty I perform now—rousing the Natives to fight for the King.”

“I would?” Again, it was barely a question.

“I am curious. What do you consider your duty?”

The smile left the eyes but not the lips. “I think it might be beyond your comprehension, Captain.”

“Oh, I know I am but a simple soldier, Count. But you could speak slowly and try me.”

Von Schlaben looked around. The trees were very dark but above them the high summer sky still glowed in evening light.

“Very well. Since we are alone here. You may have more imagination than I credited you for. You may even…” He brought a hand up before him, thumb and middle finger pinched together, and described a small circle before his heart.

Jack knew the response even if he did not hold with the Masonic creed. He delineated his own circle in the air, filled it with a hint of a “rosy” cross.

“Well.” For the first time Jack saw something other than amusement or calculation in the German’s eyes. “If I had known that, we might have spared ourselves some unpleasantness.” He sighed. “You talk of duty to a King. My duty is to something beyond kings. Beyond countries. My duty…is to humanity itself.”

“A higher cause, then.”

Von Schlaben took a step closer now, his voice lowered.

“The highest. ‘To make of the human race, without any distinction of nation, condition, or profession, one good and happy family.’”

“Interesting words. Your own?”

“My sentiments. The words themselves were written by a friend. A colleague. A leader.”

“His name?”

The German stepped closer. “There’s no harm in you knowing it. Very soon the greatest in every land will praise it. The name is Adam Weishaupt.”

“Ah, the Bavarian professor.”

For the first time, Jack had taken the German by surprise.

“You know of him?”

“The founder of the Illuminati. Even a simple soldier hears tales.” Jack stepped in. They were now just a pace apart, and he lowered his voice to match the other’s. “And so, this American Revolution…”

“A necessary beginning. So long as the right people end up in charge. People who are sympathetic.”


The smile came back. “Why, Captain Absolute, you are not such a simple soldier, after all. This is the duty beyond all duties, the supreme loyalty. Men of all nations, of all ranks of society from kings to innkeepers are beginning to understand this. And there is a special place for men with skills such as yours. An ‘elevated’ place I might say. It would be an honor to lead you into that brightness. For our Leader says to all, ‘Let there be light and there shall be light.’”

Jack thought for a moment. In the distance he heard the drums begin, summoning the warriors of his adopted people to war, summoning him. One of Até’s quotes nearly came then, hovering in his head, just beyond recall. He looked up to the treetops, into the evening sky; then he had it. Not Hamlet, for once. Othello.

“Speaking of which, do you know this one? ‘Put out the light and then put out the light.’” As Jack said it, he closed the gap between them. They were standing toe to toe.

Von Schlaben’s eyes widened. “Captain Absolute. You are not offering me violence? Are you not an English gentleman?”

“I am,” said Jack. “When in England.”

He placed one foot on one of the Count’s. Then he hit him, sweeping the uppercut from waist to chin. Fear, fanaticism, and questions, all put out, along with that light in Von Schlaben’s eyes.

He didn’t know exactly why he did it. The memory of an unwanted hand on Louisa’s arm? The part the German had played at Drury Lane and Hounslow Heath? Not wanting such a snake at his back in the conflict that lay ahead?

He wasn’t sure exactly why he did it. He just knew how good it felt.

He took his foot off the German’s, who fell back, hit the ground hard, and lay still.

Bending, Jack rolled him over, raised an eyelid. It was hard to gauge how long the man would be out. A few hours, with luck. Long enough to prevent him interfering again in what lay ahead, perhaps.

Dragging the Count under a pine, Jack heard Burgoyne’s voice forbidding him a dagger in an alley.

“Oh well,” he said aloud, wiping pine needles from his shirt, “he never said anything about a punch on a path.”

As Jack made for the Mohawk camp, under the sound of war drums he heard the faintest of rattles. He wondered if the snake might return, find the unconscious German…

He shuddered. He had been bitten once himself. It was an agony that haunted him still. Much as he disliked Von Schlaben, he would not wish that fate even on him.



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An emotional, fiercely sexy paranormal tale of romance and rebirth.

The Dragon Kings, Book One
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Ten years ago, Audrey MacLaren chose to marry her human lover, making her an exile from the Dragon Kings, an ancient race of demons once worshiped as earthly gods. Audrey and her husband managed to conceive, and their son is the first natural-born Dragon King in a generation–which makes him irresistible to the sadistic scientist whose mafia-funded technology allows demon procreation. In the year since her husband was murdered, Audrey and her little boy have endured hideous experiments.

Shackled with a collar and bound for life, Leto Garnis is a Cage warrior. Only through combat can Dragon Kings earn the privilege of conceiving children. Leto uses his superhuman speed and reflexes to secure the right for his two sisters to start families. After torture reveals Audrey’s astonishing pyrokenesis, she is sent to fight in the Cages. If she survives a year, she will be reunited with her son. Leto is charged with her training. Initially, he has no sympathy for her plight. But if natural conception is possible, what has he been fighting for? As enemies, sparring partners, lovers, and eventual allies, Leto and Audrey learn that in a violent underground world, love is the only prize worth winning.

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Lindsey Piper is the alter ego of an award-winning historical and contemporary romance author. Her hotly anticipated DRAGON KINGS series is her first foray into paranormal fiction. She lives and writes in Chicago.

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Greg Messel will be touring June 3 – July 26 with his mystery/historical romance, San Francisco Secrets.


New Mystery/Historical Romance for Review: San Francisco Secrets by Greg Messel





            My name is Amelia Ryan. I’m 26 years old and a stewardess for TWA.


            This is how most people identify me but there’s much, much more to me.


            First of all, I’ve always dreamed of adventure–particularly flying. Maybe it’s because I was born in 1932.


            In the year of my birth the biggest celebrity in America was Amelia Earhart.   She was not only an adventurer but she was a woman. That made her all the more extraordinary at the moment when I came into the world.


            It was my mother’s admiration of the great aviator that prompted her to name me Amelia. It seemed to set a course for my own destiny.


            My mother likes to tell the story about me when I was just a little girl. I think was about six or seven when this happened.  I was outside playing and I saw an airplane flying overhead. I was transfixed. It was something magical to me to fly through the sky.


I went into the house and asked “Mommy, what’s it like up in the sky?”


            I had to find out for myself.


            I’m the youngest child in a big Irish Catholic family who are native San Franciscans.  My family and my religion have always been important to me. My brothers each married good Catholic girls and my older sister, Lizzie, married a Catholic man. All of my brothers and sister and their spouses began having children, much to the delight of my parents, particularly my mother.


            As high school ended in 1950, there was a sweet boy named Phillip who had steadily dated me and was deeply in love with me. I loved him too but I wasn’t ready to settle down and get married.


            There was a big world out there that I wanted to see. I wanted to fly, just like my namesake. The only option open to a young woman was becoming a stewardess.  I hungrily read the brochures about becoming a stewardess. I could not only fly but I could see the world. I could experience the glamor and meet the rich and famous. I could see things that other people only see pictures of in books or on postcards.


            My father was very supportive but my mother, who really liked Phillip, wanted me to get married and settle down. At one point in my life, before I met Phillip, my mother wanted me to become a nun. But I made my own decision to apply with TWA to become a stewardess.


            I spent weeks at the TWA facility in Kansas City training. Not all of the girls would make it. We went through hours of training about how to be charming and how to care for passengers.  The brochure said that girls needed to be pretty–”just under Hollywood standards.”  I worried that they wouldn’t find me to be pretty enough.


            The happiest day of my life is when I received the letter telling me that I had been chosen to become a TWA stewardess. It was everything I hoped it would be. It was the greatest experience of my life until the end of the summer of 1957 when the man of my dreams–Sam Slater–walked into my life.


            Sam’s entry into my life was a precursor of things to come. He rescued me from some obnoxious drunks who were harassing me as I walked home in my stewardess uniform.   Sam and I were never apart since after that day.


            Sam was a big, strong, very handsome baseball player for the San Francisco Seals when I first met him. I had never had feelings about any man like I had for Sam.


When Sam takes me in his arms and kisses me I just melt. I love the way Sam looks at me. He’s jealous of any other guys and is very protective of me.


            Sam has had a lot of chances to protect me since we first met. Sam is no longer a baseball player but took over his friend’s private eye business.


            Now there are new adventures awaiting me. I love to help Sam as he works to solve his cases as a private eye. I never imagined that I would do such a thing but I love it.


I’m so lucky in my quest for adventure. I’m still flying, I am a part-time private eye and In the story in “San Francisco Secrets” I become Sam’s wife.


San Francisco Secrets


San Francisco SecretsNoted novelist and newspaper editor Edgar Watson Howe once said, “A man who can keep a secret may be wise but he is not half as wise as a man with no secrets to keep”


As the spring of 1958 arrives in San Francisco, it seems that baseball player turned private eye, Sam Slater and his fiancée, TWA stewardess Amelia Ryan, are surrounded by people who have secrets.


A prominent doctor, John O’Dell is being blackmailed by someone who has discovered a dark secret from his past.  When the private investigator trying to catch the blackmailer is murdered, Dr. O’Dell hires Sam Slater to try to pick up the pieces. Someone is playing for keeps and will do anything to protect their own secrets.


Meanwhile, Amelia begins her new job as an international stewardess which takes her on adventures to New York City, London, Paris and Rome. In hot pursuit is a womanizing older pilot who has his sights set on Amelia.


Their lives get even more complicated when a mysterious woman from Sam’s past returns.


Sam and Amelia’s relationship will be tested as they work together to solve the mystery on the foggy streets of San Francisco.

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Greg Messel grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and now lives in Edmonds, Washington on the Puget Sound with his wife, Carol. San Francisco Secrets is his sixth novel and is the third in a new series of Sam Slater mystery novels. Greg has lived in Oregon, Washington, California, Wyoming and Utah and has always loved writing, including stints as a reporter, columnist and news editor for a daily newspaper.


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A Dedication by Annabeth Leong


Many thanks to My Book Addiction for hosting me here today!


It’s a bit weird to say that my new paranormal erotic romance wouldn’t exist if not for my father, but it’s true.


Last year, I was summoned to my hometown to visit my father in the intensive care unit. I hadn’t been there for a long time, so I had to get reacquainted with formerly familiar places and people, while also dealing with my father’s illness and eventual death.


Not so romantic, I know, but I find that the writing process really transforms things. A few months after I returned home, I was working on planning a new project and found myself coming up with themes related to what I’d just experienced. A return to a hometown. The death of a father. The reappearance of loved ones. I was a little reluctant to dig up those emotions, but I’ve learned to trust my writing, so I went forward with it.


I’m very proud of Not the Leader of the Pack, the book that emerged. Most of the details have changed—I’m not originally from Missoula, Montana, and I didn’t have a sexy professional baseball player waiting for me at the hospital, and I’m certainly not secretly a werewolf.


What is the same, however, is the profound change a person goes through after an event like that. Juli, my heroine, reinvents her life as a result of her father’s last words, walking a more authentic path for her life, reclaiming her home, and, of course, finding true love. In honoring his wishes, she finds herself.

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The door to the ICU loomed ahead. A multitude of notices posted on and around it inundated her with specific instructions.

No food or drink. No cell phones. No visits by groups larger than four. No entry without notifying the nurses’ station.

The restrictions brought home the severity of her father’s condition. He would never let someone else dictate so many things if he were well.

“You made it,” a familiar voice said behind her. Deep, masculine, and a little amused, it matched its owner perfectly. Juli blushed, remembering all her past embarrassing reactions to the man with the single most perfect torso in all of Montana. She turned once she’d mentally prepared as much as she could. Neil Statham, her father’s protégé, dressed in jeans and an old Missoula Ospreys jersey. Apparently, he still played pro ball. She would speak to him in a normal tone for once or die trying.

Juli greeted him with a little nod, not trusting her voice. To her horror, instead of stammering, she burst into tears.

He froze, then reached out for her. “I’m sorry, Juli.” No way could she handle being gathered against that chest. She dodged and held up a hand. A fur-covered hand.

Neil’s eyebrows shot up. A split second later, he burst into action, picking her up and carrying her to an empty waiting room nearby. She didn’t protest or struggle. Juli knew how dangerous it would be for a human to catch her hairy.





Rival alphas Juli Gunby and Neil Statham want to tear each other apart — but will they do it in battle or as mates?


When Juli Gunby left Missoula, Montana, she didn’t intend to come back. Not to her exacting alpha werewolf father, and certainly not to Neil Statham, the beta who rejected Juli’s girlish advances. Her father, as usual, has other ideas, using his dying breath to pass pack leadership to his daughter. Juli resolves to carry out her duty to her father and her pack, but the one man she wants on her side has made himself her enemy.


After years of loyal service to the pack, Neil expects to take over as alpha when his mentor dies. As good as it is to see Juli again, he knows he can’t trust her. After all, she abandoned both him and the pack years ago and never looked back. Neil determines to fight for his rightful position in the pack, even if that means going up against a woman who fills him with an overwhelming urge to mate every time she walks into the room.


Someone needs to lead, and the more Neil and Juli fight, the more they attract interference from those who would control the pack and destroy the ties between them.


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Annabeth Leong has written romance and erotica of many flavors — dark, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her titles for Breathless Press include Not His Territory, Not the Leader of the Pack, and a contribution to the Ravaged anthology. She enjoys writing about the tension between passion and control that werewolves embody. Unfortunately, when Annabeth loses control of herself, she does not gain the power to change shape. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island, blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong. She loves talking books on Goodreads, too: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5295946.Annabeth_Leong


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Title: Keeper of the Dragon Sword – The Dragon Masters by Linze Brandon

Genre: Fantasy Romance (adult)

Release Date: April 1st, 2013

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It was definitely not her week. Her uncle had been murdered, her life had been threatened, an old school friend had re-appeared, she had two body guards and a new home. Elizabeth L’Emery was not having a good time as the new owner and chief executive of the largest fabric manufacturer on Xa’an.

Randall Storm had missed his best friend from school, but he had so many secrets that staying away from her had seemed to be the only solution to keep her safe from the uncontrollable lust for blood of his dragon half. But when he was assigned to her protection detail, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

As they search for ways to control his magic that didn’t enslave him – and didn’t kill her – more threats came to try and pull them apart. When the opportunity arises to put a weapon of incredible power into her hands, Elizabeth has to decide if the violence of the blood ritual would be worth the sacrifice of becoming the Keeper of the Dragon Sword.


Author Bio:

Linzé Brandon is the pen name of a South African engineer and project manager who taught herself to read before she went to school. She started writing in a time period of her life when she was self-employed as an export consultant, and had much better time management skills. Focusing on writing what she loves to read, fantasy and paranormal romance, she does dabble in SF, erotica and erotic romance when writing short stories. It is her dream to write novels full time, but until then she divides her time between work, writing, marketing her books, cross-stitch, archery and painting mixed media abstracts.



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Keeper of the Dragon Sword – The Dragon Masters by Linze Brandon is an interesting Adult Fantasy Romance. What an interesting tale of magic, dragons,dragon master,sword battles,special gifts,secrets,sacrifice and talents. Join Elizabeth L’Emery, and Randall Storm,on a journey to becoming  the Keeper of the Sword. Written with depth and vivid descriptions,you will be  intrigued as you follow these characters on their journey for survival. I must admit I was intrigued with the mixture of romance, fantasy,and sci-fi,which this author blended quiet well together. An interesting read and one I would recommend to fantasy,sci-fi  readers as well as romance readers. Received for an honest review from the author/publicist.


HEAT RATING: Mild to Hot:

Detailed sex scenes,profanity or graphic violence.

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The Story Behind The Story                  


I have no training as a writer and the story Coming Through the Fog was an emotional, all consuming, financially training account that played out over a 13 year process from diagnosis to Functioning Recovery and independent living. I have 3 storage containers with information, medical, psychological, educational and the training that I took to understand the disability and how my daughter presented. Heather’s Occupational Therapist, Sue Kratz, continued for years to encourage me to write Heather’s story and I had many failed attempts.

In the spring of 2012 a good friend of mine, Cheryl “Smitty” Smith a 30 year retired school teacher familiar with Heather’s story  and my inability to get it on paper, gave me a cassette tape recorder with a bunch of tapes and said, “Tell me Heather’s story. Nine months later, Coming Through the Fog was published.

Though it is Heather’s story, we walked this journey together. She understands how difficult the journey was and feels as strongly as I do about the need to reach out and help other families.

Reading Coming Through the Fog will make it easier for others to navigate the world of autism spectrum disorders and provide tools inspiration and hope for their journey.

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Tami A. Goldstein, WLMT, CST

Author – Coming Through the Fog


Thank you, Tami, for taking a few moments of your time to visit with us and our readers and giving us a brief glimpse into your world!


Coming through the fogABOUT COMING THROUGH THE FOG


A mother tells the journey of her daughter’s recovery from Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder to Functioning Recovery and independent living, giving tips to parents on how to navigate the medical and educational domain. This story is an example of the unique obstacles facing a parent raising a child with Autism. The challenges they face getting supports. What is Sensory Processing Disorder, CranioSacral Therapy and Bio-Medical Therapy, and what roles they play on the road to Functioning Recovery and independent living? See actual projective trials pertaining to sensory supports. Is educational discrimination the reason there is difficulty getting help in school? As this story unfolds it provides useful tips to other parents to help them on their journey with their child. This story is notable because this mother’s daughter was successful overcoming numerous obstacles while providing useful tools, inspiration and hope to others.









This journey begins with a mother’s love for her daughter. After learning her daughter was on the Autism Spectrum Tami began to tirelessly educate herself in the sciences of: Behavioral Health, Child Psychology, Human Anatomy, Occupational Health, Pharmacology and Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork and has been a parent advocate for her daughter since 1997.


In 2002, as her knowledge and passion grew, Tami began reaching out to other families in need of help. In 2005, Tami founded the Rock County Autism Support Group and she is the community resource liaison for the SPD (Sensory Processing Disorders) Parent Connections Support Group of Rock County and the surrounding areas. Since 2005, Tami has been State and National Certified in Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork and in 2013 she certified in CranioSacral Therapy with the Upledger Institute in Florida.


Tami currently has two offices where she facilitates CranioSacral Therapy. Approximately 38% of her clientele are children, teenagers and young adults on the Autism Spectrum or with other neuro-developmental delays. When asked to lecture, Tami uses her personal experience, extensive knowledge, and dedication to help others learn about and understand the medical and educational aspects of Autism, Autism Spectrum Disorders and SPD.


You can view his website at http://www.comingthroughthefog.com.


His latest book is the autism awareness book, Coming Through the Fog.


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By Susan Mallery

With more than 25 million books sold worldwide, New York Times bestselling author Susan Mallery is known for creating characters who feel as real as the folks next door, and for putting them into emotional, often funny situations readers recognize from their own lives. Susan’s books have made Booklist’s Top 10 Romances list in four out of five consecutive years. RT Book Reviews says, “When it comes to heartfelt contemporary romance, Mallery is in a class by herself.” With her popular, ongoing Fool’s Gold series, Susan has reached new heights on the bestsellers lists and has won the hearts of countless new fans.
Susan grew up in southern California, moved so many times that her friends stopped writing her address in pen, and now has settled in Seattle with her husband and the most delightfully spoiled little dog who ever lived. Visit Susan online at www.SusanMallery.com.


Here’s the link to a video in which Susan chats about Felicia of TWO OF A KIND:


two of a kind coverI think that deep down, everyone wants to belong. It’s hard-wired into our DNA. When we’re alone, truly alone, we feel lost, adrift. We need to know that someone cares about us. We need to care about others, to be connected to the world around us in some way. We need to be part of a tribe.

Almost all of us do it, all our lives. We either join a community or we form one. We have our families, our friends, our clubs, our churches and schools. We’re brought together by blood or shared interest or just a snarky sense of humor. We meet a like-minded soul, and we know immediately, we belong to the same tribe.

Have you ever become instant friends with someone just because she reads romance? Me, too! That’s what I’m talking about. We’re all part of the romance-reading tribe. We bond over our belief in happy endings.

Intellectually, Felicia Swift, heroine of TWO OF A KIND, my latest Fool’s Gold romance, understands that she needs a tribe. And emotionally, she feels it. Deeply. But she doesn’t know how to get there. She’s one of the smartest people in the world, but her intelligence seems to push people away. Even her parents. They gave her up when she was four, intimidated by her freakish smarts. (It didn’t help that she built a bomb.) They allowed Felicia to be raised on a university campus, where she was fed, clothed, challenged, educated… but never loved.

Felicia has moved to Fool’s Gold, typical small-town America, to learn how to interact with normal people so she can become one of them. She longs to fit in. She served as a logistics expert in the Army for years, and found a community there, but it was a life she was in almost by default. What she truly yearns for is to find her tribe, to fall in love, to have a family.

Men tend to be more solitary than women, but underneath, they need a tribe, too. Even if their tribe consists of just one or two other people. Gideon Boylan doesn’t think so. When he was a prisoner of war, he watched his buddies break, one by one, weakened by the families they loved back home. Gideon was the only survivor because, as he saw it, he had no one to miss.

Felicia thinks there’s safety in numbers, and Gideon feels that safety lies in the number one. Bet you can guess who turns out to be right!


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Tell me about yourself and your writing.

I wrote a romantic suspense novel in 1985, went the traditional route and it was not published.  I made a career change that year and for the next 25 plus years, I devoted myself 100% to my training management positions.  When my Director of Training position was eliminated in 2011, a door closed for me but another one opened.  I had an opportunity to make my dream of writing books a reality.  So I went for it.

I did a lot of Internet research in self-publishing.  Indie authors like Theresa Ragan and John Locke really motivated me to take the Indie route. Like them, I wanted to retain control of book design, writing, marketing, etc.  Thus, my Indie journey began with my first book Deadly Offerings published in 2011, followed by Deadly Deception, Deadly Relations, and Deadly Holiday in 2012.

Who are some of your favorite authors? 

I love reading books by James Patterson, Alison Brennan, Ann Rule, Kathryn Casey, Laura Griffin, and others.  I try to stick to the thriller or romantic suspense genre, but I have always been a fan of true crime.

Do you think you’ll ever write a romance outside of the suspense/thriller genre?
I doubt that I will.  Suspense and thriller writing is what I was meant to do.  It’s my passion.

Which of your characters were the most challenging to write?

The sexual sadist, serial killer in my latest book Profile of Evil has been the most challenging to write because his character required so much research.  I was determined that his character, behaviors, and actions be credible so I researched by reading books written by profilers, discussed with my subject matter experts, and did extensive Internet research.   This research was also needed so I could write an accurate profile for my Carly Stone character.

Tell us a little about your latest release.

In Profile of Evil, Carly Stone is a brilliant FBI agent who’s seen more than her share of evil. Leaving the agency, she becomes a consultant for Indiana County Sheriff Brody Chase, who needs her profiling skills to catch an online sex predator luring preteen girls to their deaths in his county.

An undeniable attraction forms between the sheriff and his profiler, and they are unsure of how they feel about that.  She’s in Indiana to do a job.  That’s all.  Once the killer is captured, she’ll head home to Florida.  They both vow to end the job with their hearts intact.  But will the heat between them prove impossible to ignore?

As the body count increases, can the predator be stopped before he kills again?  A life hangs in the balance, and the two rush to stop the most terrifying killer of their careers — and time is running out.

Profile of Evil is available on Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Sony, Diesel, Smashwords and more.

Will you release more books in 2013?

Yes.  I plan to release two more books in the Profile Series.

Fall 2013     Profile of Terror

Social media sites are the playground for twin sexual predators and are the last stops for three young women.  When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her.  Once her lifeless body is discovered, her gorgeous and accusing older sister is the distraction Gabe doesn’t need as the body count increases and he hunts down the killers.

Winter 2013              Profile of Fear

A body found by a trash collector takes Detective Cameron Chase into the unspeakable world of human sexual trafficking.  His county is the last place anyone would consider for sex trafficking, and that’s just what the traffickers are counting on.

When his lover’s teenaged daughter is abducted by the traffickers, the clock ticks as Cameron searches for her.  Will he find her before the traffickers sell her abroad — or worse?


How can we find out more about you and your books?

My books are sold on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony, Diesel and more.  More information on www.alexa-grace.net


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Thanks to Alexa, we are offering 1 print copy of PROFILE OF EVIL to 1 lucky commenter. No restrictions. Open to everyone! Giveaway will run from June 24 until July 1,2013.

***The author has added ( 3) PROFILE OF EVIL coffee mugs to the mix***

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