Today’s the Day!

That’s right folks, today is the day that the first McGregor book makes it’s debut! And to help me celebrate, I’ve invited a few of my dear critique partners to come over and hit me with some questions they were dying to know the answers too. So today I’m being grilled by the lovely Jennifer Shirk, Beth Rhodes, Nina Croft,  Debora Dennis, Megan, and Molly McLain. Careful, this could get dangerous…

Jennifer – What are some of your favorite books to read and why?

Moira – Oh that is tough. I’m a pretty eclectic reader. Sometimes I love to read paranormal romance and urban fantasy. The idea that a world exists where you can run into someone who is something more than they seem, like a vampire or shape shifter, is appealing. But I also really enjoy contemporary romance, because who doesn’t love to read a story that is somewhat of a modern day fairy tale? And mysteries for those moments when I want to immerse myself in an edge of my seat suspense.

Nina - I’m a strong believer in writing what you love. I love horses and I noticed one on your cover. So are you are horse person and if not would you like to be?

Moira – I love horses though I haven’t had the opportunity to ride since I was little and even then, the horse knew that I was afraid and inexperienced. If I had the chance, I would love to be a horse person though! I envy people who can ride and have their own horse!

Beth – If you could take two things and one person on a deserted island, what and who would they be?

Moira- Hmm….two things and one person? That’s really tough. The mom in me wants to fight to take both my kids so I’m going to pretend this happens when they are older and self sustaining. I will say my laptop, cellphone (because I can use it for music and should there be some random cell reception out there, internet), and for the person I think I will take Chris Pine because he’s super easy on the eyes. ;)

Megan - What’s your favorite way to turn around an unproductive/uninspired day? (Writing or otherwise…I have plenty of uninspired days around this place!)

Moira – Oh I can relate. Have plenty myself. Usually, my favorite thing to do is to step away from the computer for a bit, and then put on some music that ties into the book somehow like a little Luke Bryan, Colt Ford, or Thompson Square if I’m working on a contemp western, or if it’s a UF or paranormal I’m working on, then I go with some Linkin Park, Social Distortion, or Flogging Molly. Then I sing, clean, dance, whatever to help clear my head. That’s usually when things start clicking for me and then I’m excited to get back to my computer and the story!

Molly - If your book were a movie, who would you want to play your characters?

Moira – You would ask me such a question. You guys aren’t going easy on me are you? Let’s see…if my book were a movie, I think I would go with Christopher Pine to play Wallace (he just seems like he’d make a good Wallace in my opinion) plus I’m completely enamored with him. Cheyenne is a little more difficult for me to nail down…Ashley Greene or Jillian Murray I think.

Debora - If you were able to have lunch with one of the secondary characters in the book, which one would it by and why?

Moira – Well gee, can’t I sit down with all of them? They all have something that fascinates me and makes me want to know more. No? Okay I would have to say Quinn McGregor. He’s the glue of the McGregor clan and I really want to be able to peel back the layers and see what really makes him tick, what he’s passionate about other than his family, and what makes him happy.

Wow ladies! You really asked me some good questions and I’m so glad y’all stopped by to help me celebrate my book release! It is available from Amazon and Astraea Press.

Now on to the good stuff! For all you lovely readers out there, I have some prizes to give away.Today I will be giving away a grand prize package that will include a $15 gift certificate to Amazon, a $10 Starbucks gift card (because I’m a coffee junkie), an e-Book copy of Anything but Safe. From all the entries received, I will also select five readers that will win a book written by one of the members of my lovely interview panel. Their books range from steamy to sweet and are all enjoyable reads! Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway below and rack up your chances to win!

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Whatever She’s Got

We are gearing up for the release of the first book in the McGregor series ~ Anything but Safe! We are ten days out and what better way to start off the countdown than with a little country music in honor of this sweet contemporary western romance?

A Little Taste

So Anything but Safe, which is the first story in the McGregor series, is scheduled for release on March 18th, 2014! Yay! So very excited about the release of this story. It is a sweeter romance but it will take you through an emotional journey of heartache, love, and the search for happiness. Today I thought I would share the blurb with you. Ladies and gents, may I introduce you to Wallace McGregor and Cheyenne Murphy?

Anything but Safe Blurb

Wallace “Ace” McGregor ran off to chase the rodeo, but not before playing the knight in shining armor to his best friend Cheyenne Murphy after a tragic assault left her pregnant. With his latest injury leaving his chase for rodeo gold in the dust, he finds himself back home. Haunted by the past and trying to do what he thinks is right, he will have to mend his relationship with the best friend he all but abandoned in her time of need and the older brother he left holding the bag.
Cheyenne Murphy’s life hasn’t been easy. Now the man who’d left her broken and pregnant has re-surfaced and is threatening to destroy the safety and family she’s found at McGregor Ranch. At risk of losing her son and destroying the McGregor family, she will do whatever it takes to ensure they are all safe, even if it means relying on the parents that disowned her.
When everything is on the line, will Wallace and Cheyenne come to realize that in life and love, they are anything but safe?

Head Above Water

Today’s music Monday is brought to you by Theory of a Deadman and my current story, Bewitching Ways. This song is one of Avalynn’s favorites. It is a good one and of course, I do like TOD so it helps. Hope you enjoy. Feels kind of perfect for a Monday too. Bonus!

I’m going to get back to writing. Have a great week everyone!

First Lines Friday

Openings to books can be so difficult to get right, and as an author you feel satisfied with those first few lines, well…that is worth celebrating and sharing. Here are the first few lines to the book I’m currently working on, Bewitching Ways.

Avalynn hated the dead.

Their souls called to her. It was nothing personal against them. She hadn’t known most of them during their lives. It was the audacity of those beyond the grave wanting to communicate with her that she loathed. Yet even with her discomfort in dealing with the dearly departed, she often found comfort in the cemetery. Go figure.

Flirting with Debora Dennis!

Oooh I am so excited! I’ve known this lovely lady for a few years now and I have to tell you, she is definitely a bright spot along this crazy writing journey. Whether you know and are familiar with her work or not, you are in for a real treat! Help me make her feel welcome!

Moira: Hi Debora! Why don’t you pull up a chair and get comfy. I am so glad to have you visiting today. I hope you are staying warm. Can I offer you a drink? How about a little something for dessert?

 Debora: Coffee and a piece of chocolate cheesecake and I’m set to go!

 Moira: You are in luck. I happen to have those on hand. Now that we are settled in, let’s break the ice! If you were stuck in the middle of the apocalypse and you had three people to help you survive, who would they be?

 Debora: Wow, talk about throwing me right into the fire. I think I’d definitely need Dwayne Johnson and Robert Downey Jr (as Iron Man, of course!) to protect me. Then, because I am always challenged in the kitchen and I’m assuming during the apocalypse I’d be even more up the creek than normal, I’d have to tap Rachel Ray to make sure me and the “boys” are well fed! :)

 Moira: Very good choices. Since you have Dwayne with you, I think I’m going to come along…you know, to make sure he’s well taken care of so he can be effective at protecting you. Now that we know how you intend to survive, tell us a little more about yourself so my readers who haven’t had the privilege of curling up in bed with you—I mean with one of your books!Displaying MuffinsandMistletoe 200x300.jpg

Debora: I’m a native New Yorker and have been an avid romance reader since I first discovered Barbara Cartland on the shelves of my Junior High library. Since discovering romance novels a parade of characters and plots have been marching through my head on a regular basis. Now, many years later, with a supportive husband and family I’m finally free to indulge my fantasy and let all those characters out of my head and onto pages of their own. I don’t believe in sticking to one genre and my stories stretch from spicy time travels to lighthearted contemporaries. Always the optimist and firm believer in love conquers all, every story I write celebrates romance. I can usually be found writing at my computer early in the mornings or late at night with a mug of coffee and a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles keeping me sane.

Moira: Truffles and coffee, I knew there was a reason we got along so well. Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share? Trust me, my readers can keep a secret.

Debora: I have a weird obsession with lipstick. I have 5 different shades in my purse all the time, no matter how much I try to rationalize that I will only wear one color at a time, it makes no difference. I also put my lipstick on in the car – always. It’s the first thing I do when I get in the car.

Moira: I’m obsessed with lipgloss so I can totally relate. Shall we talk about why we’re really here? BOOKS! I love books. Can’t seem to get enough of them. So I must know…if I were to buy you a book for your birthday, or just because I’m made of awesome sauce and a good friend, what genre would I need to scour?

 Debora: I’m easy…a romance! Make me swoon and I’m a happy girl.

 Moira: Don’t worry, we’ll keep the easy part under wraps. ;) In this business everyone needs a great support system. So who are your biggest cheerleaders?

 Debora: My family and my awesome critique partners are my biggest cheerleaders.

 Moira: Not that I’m biased or anything, but the awesome critique partners…I totally have to agree with. I’ve heard some authors say they have a love hate relationship with the process. So, tell us what part do you love? What part do you hate?

Debora: I love new beginnings, fleshing out my characters, and plotting…yes, I love the plotting process! I hate revisions and editing, necessary evils I know, but no less painful for me to finish.

 Moira: I love the premise of Muffins and Mistletoe. How did you come up with it?

 Debora: My muffin-making matchmaker started as a very small character in a novel I was working on and put on the back burner for a while. I knew I wanted to develop her character, but I didn’t want her to ever be the main character. Muffins & Mistletoe simply grew around the idea of a bakeshop and gingerbread muffins.

 Moira: Well who doesn’t love a great bakeshop with a side of romance? Tell me, who is your favorite character in Muffins and Mistletoe and why?

Debora: Bitty Crane is my muffin making matchmaker, she’s a secondary character and maybe it’s odd that she’s my favorite, I mean, should my hero and heroine be my favorite? Bitty is fun to write, she’s opinionated and has her nose in everyone’s business, she’s also what holds my series together, she the constant in every story, so maybe it does make sense that I have a certain fondness for her.

 Moira: Make perfect sense to me! Tell us a bit about your latest release and share an excerpt. Pretty please? I have more cheesecake and chocolate! (I’m not above bribing to get what I want)

Debora: Welcome to Starlight Hills! Mountain views, small town charm, and one little bake shop, where romance is always on the menu.

 Christmas is the best time of year to be in love in Starlight Hills. Cold nights perfect for snuggling, plenty of mistletoe to be caught kissing under, and an abundance of gingerbread muffins for sharing under the stars. But when Corinne Mackenzie turns down a proposal from the man she loves at the Thanksgiving table, it could be the worst time of year instead. Convinced the only way to fix the biggest mistake of her life is to enlist the help of the town’s resident matchmaker, she’s got a plan to make this the best Christmas ever.

 After his proposal is rejected in front of family and friends, Jimmy Crane knows his only chance of surviving the holiday is to avoid the woman who stomped on his heart. The only obstacle to his plan is his matchmaking mother and Corinne’s knack for getting him under the mistletoe.

Excerpt:

Corinne stood under the fresh pine roping that hung from the arched entrance to the main hall and took a deep, lung-filling breath. Fragrant real trees stood tall at each side of the arch, glittering with tinsel, white lights and red glass ornaments. She pulled off her gloves with a relieved sigh, letting the scents of Christmas surround her. She was determined not to give in to her personal despair and allow it to squelch a festive holiday mood. After all, she had a plan.

 Mrs. Crane’s blue eyes danced with merriment as she held out the signature yellow bag and gave it a shake. “Good morning, Corinne. Fresh from the oven—I know how you love them warm.”

 ”You do know my weakness, Mrs. Crane.” Corinne tried not to let her mind race ahead and think what a wonderful mother-in-law Bitty Crane would be. Then Corinne thought about her waistline and decided she might be better off without the permanent supply of the woman’s irresistible carbs.

It was hard enough walking by the Itty Bitty Bake Shop every day on her way to work with the tantalizing smells of muffins wafting through the air—having it in the family would be way too tempting.

On the other hand, maybe it was all those carbs that gave Bitty her boundless energy. Always bobbing here and there, dark brown curls framing her cherubic face, her cornflower blue eyes filled with mischief and love. There were no frown lines on her sixty-year-old face, only laugh lines that reached up to her eyes when she winked.

Everyone agreed the annual Preservation Society Holiday Gala would never be the most talked-about event of the season if it weren’t for Bitty Crane and her exuberant dedication.

Corinne looked away from the woman whose eyes reminded her so much of Jimmy’s. While Jimmy had inherited his six-foot-one height from his father, there was no doubt those dancing, all-seeing, soul-searching eyes came from his mother.

She let Bitty take her by the elbow and lead her into the ballroom. “There’s been a slight change in setup plans and so much to do before the gala tomorrow night.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Corinne said with a sigh, trying not to smile as her little white lie slipped easily past her lips. She popped a bite-sized morsel of gingerbread heaven into her mouth while she followed Bitty to the stage. It was difficult to keep her mind off Jimmy when she was so close to his mother, and her mind raced in search of a way to get her to intervene.

Surely his mother had the power to make him listen, didn’t she?

Corinne pulled another piece of muffin from the bag while Bitty pointed to her left. “The rest of the ladies will be here any minute, but why don’t you get started moving these tables off to the side to make room for the—oh, good, Jimmy, you’re here!”

Corinne turned her head so quickly it felt like her neck snapped.

She blinked and he was there, every tall, dark and sexy inch of him, and all she could do was stare. Her inability to speak was thankfully masked by her mouth being stuffed with gingerbread.

Though this was exactly the scenario she’d hoped for, she was grateful her mouth was full of muffin since she couldn’t find the right words anyway. It wasn’t every day one groveled for forgiveness.

Moira: Having read the book and touted it’s awesomeness to friends and family, I’m left with a burning question that I just have to know the answer to—What is next for Debora Dennis?

Debora: 2014 will see two more in the Starlight Hills Holiday Novella series. Cupcakes & Cupid will be out for Valentine’s Day and Wishes & Wedding Cake will be a summer release.

Moria: Fantastic! I can’t wait. Starlight Hills was a lot of fun to spend Christmas in, so I’m really looking forward to spending a few more holidays there. Anything else you care to share before we take this cheesecake and run?

Debora: I love to hear from readers and to connect via social media.

 Visit me online:

 Website: http://www.deboradennis.com

Blog: http://deboradennis.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/DeboraDennis

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 Thanks for stopping by Deb, it’s been a lot of fun! Any questions you’d like to ask Debora? Feel free!

Friday Flirt with Author Bethanne Strasser!

You know, I really miss flirting with my fellow authors and their stories! So when my dear friend, Bethanne Strasser, told me she had some promo stuff happening over at the Entangled Publishing, LLC Facebook page, I begged and pleaded with her to let me help her flirt with my readers. Without further adieu, let me tempt you with a little excerpt from her book, Letters from Home. After reading, be sure to jump on over to the Entangled Publishing Facebook page where there will be a Q & A session later today where you can grill Bethanne with whatever questions your little hearts desire!

 

 

Zack finally caught Lena’s gaze from across the table, and he lifted a brow as if to ask her, what is this?

Not that he didn’t enjoy spending time with the family. As a matter of fact, until the holidays had come around, there’d only been a few dinners since summer ended. School, work, and life had taken precedence.

 

Lena shrugged and a slight flush rose on her cheeks.

 

“Lena, you and me, at the pool table for a game.” When it looked like she might refuse, Zack stood and went around the table.

 

“I play winner.” Juan called out.

 

“Oh, no. I can’t. I stink at pool, Zack. You know very well how badly I play pool.”

 

“Come on. Smart girl like you should have no problem setting up a table and sinking a few balls. Practice, that’s all.” Zack tugged on Lena’s chair. He took her hand and was surprised to feel a slight tremble in it. He tightened his grip. “Relax, I’m not going to bite. It’s just a friendly game of billiards.”

 

She laughed, almost nervously. He let her hand go when they reached the little cove with a table in it. They were just hidden from view, enough to be able to talk privately, or make out. But that was just his imagination running away with him.

 

They both took a cue, and Zack set the table. Her silence put him on edge. Usually he knew what she was thinking, now he felt out-of-sorts. He’d asked her out on a date—hadn’t he?

 

She’d come with an entourage.

 

“Zack?”

 

He looked up and found her waiting for him. He made the opening break and nodded to her. “Your turn.”

 

She stared at him with a blush rising on her cheeks. “Where do I start?”

 

He relaxed, smiled at her, then studied the table, looking for her first move. “Over here,” he started and took her arm to guide her around to where the cue ball sat. “Go for the solids. You can hit the four in, no problem. Easy peasy.”

 

She stood behind her cue and leaned over the table.

 

“No. Not like that.” Zack moved in behind her.

 

The idea hadn’t started out as a ploy, but now that he was here, breathing in the delicious scent of her perfume, he enjoyed the heat of her against his skin where his arms met hers. They were hip to hip. He cupped her hand in his and rested the cue stick on top of it.

 

She fit perfectly under his arm and against his body.

 

He cleared his throat as lust shot straight through his bones. “Ready?”

 

She turned her head and eyed him suspiciously. Her gaze fell to his lips for a fraction of a second, but she turned back to the table and took her shot. The light bracelets at her wrists chimed, and the purple ball rolled into the corner pocket. “Okay.” She grinned, turning into his space. His hands went to her shoulders where they met skin, supple and smooth.

 

“That wasn’t too hard at all,” she whispered. Her breath seemed caught in her throat, as if maybe, maybe she felt something too.

 

Zack stayed where he was, absorbing her warmth, the happiness that seemed to roll off her. This was what he’d wanted for her when he asked her to go out with him. Just a chance to have some fun, remember what it was like when they were younger.

 

He brushed strands of her hair from her face, the touch making his heart stutter. The urge to kiss her overwhelmed him. “Lena.”

 

“Yes?”

 

With his thumb, Zack traced a line along her collarbone. He tunneled his hand under the thick weight of her dark hair. Her eyes were wide with wonder. When he dipped his head to taste her, her lips parted, and she sucked in a breath.

 

Zack’s heart was pounding. Like the staccato of his M16, beating against his chest.

 

The kiss was soft and slow, and at first she didn’t respond at all. On the verge of letting her go completely, he felt her hands come up and grip his waist. Her lips moved against his.

 

Nothing in his entire life had felt so right before. He sank into her.

 

“Hey guys…Whoa!”

 

Zack groaned at the intrusion. Lena broke away, sucked in another breath, this one filled with shock and what-did-I-do?

 

His eyes slid shut. Damn it.

 

Now wasn’t that just lovely and enticing? You know you want to grab this story and put it on your e-reader right now, right? It is a very fun enjoyable story that I’m sure you won’t be disappointed in. Go check it out and don’t forget to hop on over to the Entangled Facebook page for all the fun happenings over there today with Bethanne!

Happy Dance!

 

What can I say – I just opened my email and Harry Black gave me some of his lottery winnings. That’s the fourth email I’ve received in the last few days telling me that someone has come into money or left an estate that they wish to share with yours truly. Can’t possibly be a scam right? No that is not really the reason for my post and yes, I really have received those emails.

However, I am doing a happy dance. And yes we are doing this again my lovely Facebook followers. I’m sorry, but how can I not continue the celebration? As an author, finding out a publisher and/or editor gets my story is huge. Even better? When they are as excited to see it reach publication as I was when I wrote ‘The End’. There is an emotional high that follows writing those two little words and it is reignited after hearing back on my submission and it results in a contract offer.

I can honestly say that when I was offered the contract for Anything but Safe, I believe I pulled a full on Calvin and Hobbes happy dance (at least mentally) and didn’t stop until my head hit the pillow. Then it resumed the moment I woke up and is still going on in the back of mind. What’s going on in the front of my mind? Well the next stages of course. Editing, cover art, paperwork, marketing, and writing the second book in the planned series.

In the end, we should see four McGregor books come into existence. Anything but Safe is the intro to only a small part of the family and focuses on Wallace McGregor. He has three siblings and each one of them has a story that is screaming to be told. So, while I keep you informed of all the happenings behind the publication of Anything but Safe, be on the look out for updates on Ian’s story because his story is underway.

In the meantime…join me in the happy dance!

 

 

 

A Tasty Tuesday Cover Reveal?

A cover? What does that have to do with cooking you might be asking yourselves. Well I am here to put your minds at ease. A few of my dear writing friends have worked hard on putting together a cookbook of some of their Tasty Tuesday recipes and even added in some new stuff as well. This might leave you with another unanswered query. What do writers know about cooking? Ah, more than you might realize. With each recipe, there are either stories or anecdotes to go along with the recipe. Some of the recipes were actually used by characters in stories and some were just author favorites. I promise there is something within its pages for everyone. All we have to do now is anxiously await the birth of this book and I have to tell you….the wait is killing me. Oh well, for now we all must settle on oohing and awing over the cover until we can cook like a writer.

To get a sampling of some of the recipes you might see in this lovely little book, please stop by the blogs of these lovely ladies:

A Catherine Noon - http://acatherinenoon.blogspot.com/2013/02/cook-like-writer.html

Denise A. Agnew - http://deniseagnew.com/blog/?p=2900

Kimberley Troutte - http://kimberleytroutte.blogspot.com/2013/02/cookbook-comin.html

Nancy Lauzon - http://nancylauzon.com/2013/02/12/tasty-tuesday-cook-like-a-writer/

Selena Robins - http://selenarobinsmusings.com/2013/02/11/changing-the-world-one-recipe-at-a-time/

Denise A Agnew…You Flirt!

Today I have the lovely and lively Denise A. Agnew with me. Come on in and sit a spell, while she weaves a little magic and lures you in with her wit and fun loving personality.

Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we, Denise? If you were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you had three people to help you fight of the zombie horde, who would they be?

Denise: Been watching The Walking Dead, so I have answers. First, I’d want my husband there. Second I’d take Michonne and Daryl from The Walking Dead. Oh, they all have to be real people? Okay, my husband is one. I’d also take my friends Lena and Stacy because they’d kick some serious arse.

Moira: Love the Walking Dead. But I’ve already put in dibs on Daryl (and I believe the competition for him is pretty fierce). Tell me a little about the genre(s) you write in, and why?

Denise: I write in all genres. Okay, I haven’t written sci-fi romance or inspirational. I write in whatever genre that blows my skirt up at the moment because that’s the only way I can honestly enjoy my writing. It’s much more difficult for me to come up with a story if someone is saying, here write a vampire. Or here write about zombies. If I don’t have the inspiration to create it, it won’t be the best story it can be. I love writing stories that have paranormal and suspense elements, and I’ve also been on a historical romance kick lately. I have a trilogy coming out next year that combines historical and paranormal. Also next year (if I can manage it), I’ll have a military romance trilogy out which starts off with suspense right from the beginning.

Moira: Not big on historical romances, but throw in paranormal elements and I might be swayed. Excited to see that series come out. Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?

Denise: I don’t have to be in a specific place, but if there are phones ringing, lots of noise and interruptions that causes issues with concentration. I have “soundtrack” music for each novel I write, and that helps me tremendously with inspiration. If its actually gloomy, cloudy, and even cold I’m more likely to be inspired to write than if there’s sun in my eyes and its hot. My office shades are always closed to keep down distractions.

Moira: I love book ‘soundtracks’. What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?

Denise: Oh, my! That’s a great question. Probably disasters. Yeah, I’m inspired by disasters to write romance novels. I wrote Love From The Ashes about the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake and Fire, but the core story is a romance. The historical trilogy I mentioned features dimension/time travel and the stories are set during these real major disasters during certain periods in time. I think I’m inspired by these events because they’re a great catalyst for characters to show their true colors. What do people do when they encounter these events? Who do they love, who do they fall in love with? In Blackout (which is a contemporary I’m publishing in early 2013), a huge solar flare causes issues with the power grid across the world. How do the hero and heroine survive that situation ad fall in love at the same time…what’s the conflict they have and would have without the disaster?

Moira: That’s slightly morbid, Denise. Yet I’m intrigued to this side of you that is inspired by disaster. Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.

Denise: Another excellent question. You’re making me think. I like whiskey. Straight. Okay, I’m not sure that would be surprising. I’m an introvert at heart. I can go for days without speaking to another human being and that’s doesn’t bother me. I did that one time in England not long after we moved there (lived there three years) and my husband was sent to his Advanced Warrant Officer course back in the U.S. This was way before inexpensive internet, etc. Talk about getting some writing done! My English neighbors checked on me because they hadn’t seen me in four days. I’m also an Honorary Army Mountain Ranger. I could tell you how I got that, but then I’d have ta kill ya. :)

Moira: A whiskey girl. Loving you more with each answer. Not that I have a choice. I’d hate for you to break out your Army Mountain Ranger skills on me. So, do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Denise: I have pierced ears. Got those way back in 1976. No tattoos.

Moira: Dang. I was hoping for some in-depth story about you getting inked. Oh well. Pierced ears is cool too. I have them myself. If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?

Denise: If it was enough money I’d pay off my house and car. I’d give some to certain charities. The rest I’d invest for the future.

Moira: Smart, especially in this economic climate, but we won’t discuss politics. Which household chore do you abhor and why?

Denise: Cleaning the bathroom because the cleaning product fumes bug me. My husband usually does that instead. :)

Moira: I detest cleaning the bathroom as well… and laundry. Both necessary evils. Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?

Denise: I once watched an entire season of Housewives of Orange County. Got sick of it. :) The only reality television I like are paranormal investigation programs like Ghost Hunters and The Dead FIles.

Moira: Not into reality shows. But I might need to check out the other two. Good fuel for the paranormal and urban fantasy writer within I’m sure. Which of your characters would you most/least like to invite to dinner and why?

Denise:Oh, lordy! Probably Alexandra Watson in Dark, Deadly Love. She’s an American forced to live in London during the Jack The Ripper killings of 1888. She gets caught up in that whole mess. She’s a gutsy character. I’d also like to talk to the hero and heroine in the story I’m working on now, to ask them questions on their motivations.

Moira: Okay I lied on the historical bit. That one you totally had me at Jack the Ripper (Guess I’m a little morbid too). One author, dead or alive, and you get to sit down and have a one on one with them. Who would it be and why?

Denise: Dean Koontz. He writes the most amazing stories that transcend genre, and he’s been very true to himself from everything I can tell. He’s also a funny man. Some of the podcasts and interviews I’ve heard with him are hysterical. I admire that he’s made a career out of writing what blows his skirt up. :) He writes strong female characters, too. Some male authors are all about plot…Dean’s got the plot down and the characters that make you care whether they make it through whatever mess they’ve gotten into.

Moira: Look we have more in common! I love Dean Koontz. He’s made of total awesome. One of my favorite books by him was Velocity. Loved it so much I unknowingly bought it twice. Name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Denise: That’s an easy one. There’s more than one scene like that. One I call the alley scene in Dangerous Intentions. The hero and heroine are antagonistic toward each other and both of them are mouthy and the sexual tension is off the charts. In Treacherous Wishes the first sex scene between the hero and heroine is hot as hell. They’re at a breaking point where they can’t keep their hands off each other. Also in Treacherous Wishes the bad guy is one of my worst villains ever. I have a scene where he’s in his house obsessively watching tapes he’s made of women he’s killed…not killing them but regular video of the woman living their lives. He feels guilty for doing it and he goes into the kitchen and…well, the whole scene was damned creepy. I even gave myself the creeps writing it. I love it when I do that. :)

Moira: If you could have one talent besides writing, what would it be?

Denise: Being an archaeologist. I’ve been a member of amateur archaeology groups since the ’80s.

Moira: A woman of many skills and talents I see. Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share?

Denise: I’m closet lover of spinach and chicken liver. But not at the same time. :)

Moira: You lost me at chicken liver. But since you are a whiskey lover and enjoy spinach, and we have that shared Dean Koontz love, I think our friendship will survive. In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share an excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

Denise: My latest release is the Asylum Trilogy, three connected books all centered on an evil insane asylum. The first book (Shadows Wait) starts in 1908, the second (Shadows Rise) is set in 1918, and the last one (Shadows Fall) is set in modern times. Readers can pick up the books individually or as a three book ebook bundle. I was inspired to write the stories after seeing a show about an insane asylum and the rumor of a little girl ghost that haunts the property. Bang, I knew I had to write a trilogy about a haunted asylum. They’re all romances, of course. :)

Excerpt:
Asylum I: Shadows Wait

(Paranormal Historical Romance)

1908, Simple, Colorado

Lilly Luna’s mother gave birth to her in an asylum for the mad. Growing up in an insane asylum exposed her to horrors few could imagine, and yet her compassion and ability to heal frightens the broken and the healthy alike. The town fears her. The sane shun her. Morgan Healy’s father runs the creepy and rumor-maligned asylum. Morgan’s lineage is filled with insanity. Morgan holds together his crumbling family, hoping to escape his father’s legacy and the terrible secret it holds. When Lilly is hired as companion for Morgan’s sister, Morgan and Lilly form a reluctant alliance to corral the evil that seeps from Tranquil View and threatens not only the town, but also their growing love.

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Someone was screaming. At first Lilly thought it was Patricia, but immediately realized her own raw voice crying out, high-pitched with terrible fear. And the crushing knowledge her dear friend was dead.

A few seconds later, her doorknob rattled and held. “Lilly!” She stayed frozen to the spot. Pounding rattled the door. “Lilly! Lilly open this door!”

Morgan. She raced to the door without thinking, unlocked it, and flung it open. Bare-chested, barefooted and wearing only trousers, he looked like a wild man. His hair was mussed as if he’d just crawled from bed. His chest heaved up and down.

He stepped into the room, forcing her backward. “What the hell is going on? Are you all right?” She tried to speak, but nothing came out. He reached for her, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. He cupped her shoulders. “Lilly.”

“I have to leave. I have to go to the asylum.”

“Why?”

“It’s Nurse Franklin. Something terrible has happened to her. I had a vision.”

His nose wrinkled up. “A vision.”

He wouldn’t believe her, and she should have kept silent. “She was just here. Her head was ….” She swallowed hard and through a blur of tears, she said, “Oleta Franklin is dead. She was here in the room with me. I saw the blood —”

She stopped, aware that her hands splayed across his broad chest, her fingers feeling the heat, the hair on his chest, the solidness of muscle. His stomach muscles, delineated and strong, rippled slightly when he moved. He was power and prowess, a strong male. She’d never seen a chest like this before in all her days, and it struck her dumb for one second.

He shook her lightly. “Damn it, Lilly. What foolishness is this? I heard you scream like you were being murdered.”

“What the devil is going on?” Dr. Healy’s voice came from the other side of the landing as he left his bedroom in a dressing gown and his wife followed behind him.

Morgan released Lilly. “Lilly had a nightmare.”

“No it wasn’t a nightmare.”

Patricia came up the stairs, her eyes filled with teasing and guile. “I thought I heard a scream. What’s going on? Is Morgan trying to break into Lilly’s room?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Morgan planted his hands on his hips and stepped away. His glance remained on Lilly, burning her deep.

“Morgan, must you be so harsh?” Constance said as she came to stand by her husband. “Are you all right Lilly?”

Tears still hovered in her eyes, but she swallowed them with effort and lifted her chin. “I am fine. I’m sorry to have disturbed you all.”

Dr. Healy’s dubious expression said he didn’t believe her. “I thought I heard you say something about Oleta Franklin.”

Dr. Healy walked toward Lilly and Morgan with a stern expression. Lilly’s apprehension heightened. She sensed the older man’s disapproval, and knew consequences would come.

“She just had a bad dream,” Morgan said again. Lilly wanted to yell at them all that she’d been wide awake.

“A dream?” Dr. Healy’s disgust sounded in is voice and his face. “About Oleta? What was it about?”

It seemed a strange question, but she answered it. “She was ….” Lilly glanced at Morgan, then at Patricia and Constance. They all waited patiently, but she could hardly get the words passed her lips. “Oleta was in a terrible accident and she’s dead.”

“Oh, my goodness.” Constance put a hand to her mouth. “How awful.”

Lilly glanced at Dr. Healy and thought she saw a flicker of discomfort. His mouth tightened.

“Distasteful.” Patricia’s voice seeped with sugar and lemon.

“Patricia, must you be so contrary?” her mother asked.

Dr. Healy found his voice. “This is all poppycock. Anyone with an ounce of sense knows dreams are balderdash.”

“Freud didn’t think so,” Patricia said as she twirled in a circle. Her filmy nightgown whirled out from her body in a frothy cloud.

Dr. Healy glared at his daughter, but then turned on his heel and stalked back to his room. He slammed the door.

“My dear,” Constance said just as her husband slammed his bedroom door. “Are you certain you’re fine?”

Lilly didn’t want any more prying questions. She couldn’t answer honestly. “Yes.” She gave a weak smile. “Yes.”

“Then let us go back to our rooms and prepare for the day, shall we?” Constance’s smile was brittle, a vein of disapproval heavy in her voice. “And Morgan, do put a shirt on.”

Constance returned to her bedroom and closed the door much more softly than Dr. Healy had.

Patricia watched them with a half smile. “Were you in Lilly’s room, brother?”

Morgan made a scoffing noise. “Of course not. Go back to bed Patricia or do whatever you do in the morning.”

“I was reading in the library. I couldn’t sleep.” The young woman’s cocky smile widened, but she didn’t argue as she went back down the stairs in her dressing gown.

That left Lilly standing in the hallway with a half-naked Morgan. She licked her lips when she scanned across his powerful form once more. His biceps rippled as he crossed his arms.

Before he could register the same disapproval the other’s had, she jumped ahead. “Do you think it was a bad dream?”

“What else would it be?”

“I need to go to the asylum this morning.” Tears returned with a vengeance, and this time she couldn’t stop them. She wiped at them with her fingers as the ache in her throat wound tight. “I need to make certain Oleta is safe.”

“Lilly.” He moved forward, and before she knew it, his body cradled hers. “I’m sorry.”

Shocked, she stiffened in his arms. But his grip tightened, one hand smoothing over her back, the other cupping the back of her head. She found her head pressed to his shoulder. Thought she wasn’t petite, he was over six feet tall. His arms enveloped her in warmth and protection and a comfort she’d never expected. Her palms moved over his chest and rasped over his nipples. He sucked in a breath.

She looked up and those deep eyes captured hers and held. Fire bloomed there and transferred straight to every untutored and tender part of her body. Something feral and amazing grew between them until it pulsed between her legs and in her belly. It felt primitive—as untamed as a lion in the wild. She wanted to seize the feeling and embrace it until it enclosed her in an everlasting sweetness. He smelled like leather and musk. Her senses whirled. What could she do but enjoy his touch, the comfort he offered, no matter how inappropriate? No, if she didn’t escape his unseemly embrace now and his father or mother saw them, who knew what would happen. The danger in this didn’t elude her, and she pushed gently at his chest. With obvious reluctance he released her. Her tears had dried the moment she realized their compromising position.

Moira: Thank you so much for stopping by Denise. Everytime I get a chance to talk with you, I love you a little more. For those of you who’d like to get your hot little hands on this book, you can find it here:

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