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Flirting With Secrets~

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Whoot! I love when Nina Croft stops by for flirty Fridays. And today, she is flirting with secrets. You’re intrigued aren’t you? Well without further adieu, here she is!

 

Hi, I’m Nina Croft, and I love flirting with paranormal creatures. Today, I’m returning to wolves and talking about Bound to Secrets, my latest release and book 3 in my Sisters of the Moon paranormal romance series.

Each book is also a stand-alone romance and Bound to Secrets is Connor and Keira’s story. Connor is a doctor turned werewolf and very unhappy about the whole thing. Keira is a telepath whose powers are so strong and so out of control that she risks killing anyone she gets close to. Obviously this makes flirting with Connor very hard. In fact it makes doing anything with Connor (apart from patting him on the head when he’s in wolf form and therefore safe from her powers) almost impossible.

 

So here are a few lines from Connor and Keira to show how they manage to communicate when they can’t actually talk to each other…

 

The girl held up a hand, palm facing him, and shook her head fiercely.

Connor came to a halt ten feet away.

“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as though from lack of use. “I can’t…you must go. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Connor kept his tone soothing as he took a step closer.

“Not me. You.”

For a moment, he had no idea what she meant. Then pain flooded his mind.

~*~

She’d accepted long ago that she would never have a normal life. Never be normal. She was a freak. That’s what the guards back at the Agency had called her. And they were right.

But then this man, or wolf or whatever he was, had hardly been normal.

What had she thought?

That they could be freaks together?

Hardly.

~*~

Behind Sebastian padded a huge black wolf. Connor. Her fake smile faded to be replaced by the real thing. He came to a halt by her chair and sat on his haunches, resting his great head on her lap. She stroked him while she waited for Sebastian to speak.

He perched on the edge of her bed, his expression solemn. Keira glanced from one to the other.

“Tell me,” she said.

It was bad news. She knew it. She was killing everyone. Or dying. Or…

~*~

Connor growled.

“She needs to know the options,” Sebastian said to him. “If this works you’ll have plenty of time to do what you like. But not if you’re dead.”

Connor tugged away from her and went to stand in front of Sebastian. He growled some more.

Sebastian sighed. “Yeah, I’ll tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Keira asked.

His lips quirked. “That if you have sex with one of those blood sucking leeches, Connor will rip their throat out.”

~*~

“Is it so bad being a wolf?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, but turned away and paced the room. It took him two steps to reach the wall and he swiveled and came back. She could see the frustration in his eyes, and the fear. He was scared as well. She just wasn’t sure what he feared. That they would fail or that they’d succeed.



Bound to Secrets – Blurb

 

Six years ago, an attack by a rogue werewolf plunged Doctor Connor McNair’s perfect life into nightmare. Now the mere scent of blood awakens the beast within him. He’s teetering on the brink of self-destruction when an intriguing rumor leads him to the desolation of Rannoch Moor and the one woman who might call him back from the darkness.

Part of a telepathic experiment that went dangerously wrong, Keira’s mind will destroy anyone who gets too close. Unable to control her powers, she has cut herself off from all human contact and found a measure of peace hiding on the moors with only the wild animals for company. Until Connor arrives, awakening hopes and desires buried deep inside her.

Connor is determined to save her, but some wounds are beyond the powers of a doctor to heal and time is running out, because Keira’s mind holds secrets that certain people would kill to keep hidden…

 

Buy links:

 

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Bio:

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

 

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Care to Flirt with A. Catherine Noon?

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I would! I’ve had the pleasure of becoming friends with A. Catherine Noon (a.k.a. Noony), and I couldn’t wait to be able to get her on my blog! Needless to say, now that the day is here, I don’t feel like delaying the good stuff any more than I have to, so let’s get on with it!

Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we? 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?

Noony:  Rachel, Michael, and Lyn.  No question.  Rachel’s already prepped for the zombie apocalypse.  Michael is a mad scientist, and Lyn is his sister scientist.  We’d rock the world.

Moira: If you’re rocking the world, I’d like dibs on being a part of your crew. I study Daryl and I think I’d be pretty wicked with a cross bow. ;) Okay now that we know that you intend to survive the apocalypse, tell us a little more about you for my readers that haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up in bed with you – I meant your books!

Noony:  I love multiple genres, and I love to tell stories.  Consequences fascinate me.  I like telling stories about consequences.

Moira: If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

Noony:  KNITTING!  Definitely.  I love knitting books.  I have a huge knitting book collection, but I’m always looking for good new knitting books.

Moira: Knitting…you might have to convince me when you come to Sin City. And if you are writing, what is your genre preference? Is there a specific appeal to it? Like does it come with a heavy dose of chocolate and sex or is the innocence of the genre that tempts you?

Noony:  I like to tell stories that have magic in them.  The magic might be subtle and scientific, such as “real” psychics, or totally fantastical, like shifters whose shapes were gifts from a god.

Moira: Love magic in stories! Name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Noony:  I love Patricia McKillip’s The Riddlemaster of Hed series, Steve Brust’s Vlad Taltos books, and Lois McMaster Bujold’s Miles Vorkosigan novels.

Moira: What is the oddest place you found inspiration for a story?

Noony:  The trashcan.  I once wrote a story about a dog who’d been thrown away like trash and lived on the scraps from a dumpster before he got rescued.

Moira: OMG when I read trashcan, I envisioned you were in the trash. Phew. I was worried someone threw you out and I was going to have to let the Scots-Irish in me loose to kick some serious arse! Worst and best pick up lines you either used or were used on you?

Noony:  Worst is to be stupid while I’m talking to you.  Best is to quote Monte Python, Shakespeare and know who James Joyce is.  My hub is a supergeek and sexy!

Moira: You mean like…We are now the Knights who say… “Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z’nourrwringmm. Did I win your heart my fair lady? Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share? Trust me, my readers can keep a secret.

Noony:  Riiiight.  Lessee.  Dark secrets, huh?  I have a secret desire to write a sexy story about a knitter who solves mysteries.  ~smirk~  Mixes all my favorite genres!

 

A Catherine Noon can be found Blog | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | LinkedIn | Pandora

Knoontime Knitting:  Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Ravelry
Noon and Wilder links: Blog | Website | Facebook
Team Blogs: Nightlight | The Writers Retreat Blog | Beyond the Veil | LGBT Fantasy Fans and Writers
Publishers: Samhain Publishing | Torquere PressHer books? Well you must check them out! BURNING BRIGHT, available from Samhain Publishing. And EMERALD FIRE, available from Torquere Books.  Oh and let’s not fail to mention ”Taking a Chance“, part of the Charity Sips 2012 to benefit NOH8, available from Torquere Books.
And if by chance you’ve read everything that she has to offer, you’ll want to watch for TIGER TIGER, coming July, 2013, from Samhain Publishing!

Flirting with an Evil Author~

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Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we? Give us a little peek behind the curtain and name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.

Silke: Oh gosh. Probably that I hold a private pilot license.

Moira: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Silke: I’ve had my ears pierced, but that’s it. I’m too scared of needles to get a tattoo.

Moira: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?

Silke: I wouldn’t buy much. A nice house with big rooms and lots of land in the UK, the same in the US. Somewhere to set up a rescue farm where I could take in abused and neglected horses. On top of that, I would take on some troubled young people (and hire people to help them) to help look after those horses. Basically, give both the humans and the horses a chance.

Moira: What an awesome idea! Which household chore do you abhor and why?

Silke: I abhor all of them lol. I hate cleaning up, hoovering and all that. But my horse’s stable is spick and span, I’m tellin ya. LOL

Moira: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?

Silke: I play World of Warcraft and sometimes get a bit…carried away. For hours.

Moira: Which of your characters would you most/least like to invite to dinner and why?

Silke: Ashriel. He can cook! Although… I wonder what Caedir could come up with.

Moira: 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?

Silke: Karl May. Because he never went to all the places he wrote about, and he did it so well, that when I went to some of them — he wasn’t far off with his descriptions. Plus, I used to devour his stories as a kid, and he took me to places like the Wild West and Arabia without me ever leaving the couch.

Moira: Name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Silke: Uh. I don’t really have one. I sometimes go back to an old book and re-read it, but not particular scenes. I’ve read “Pest Control” by Bill Fitzhugh a million times, because it’s just so funny.

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

Silke: Making people laugh. I mean, really laugh, and not because I’m a klutz and fell into the mud, or something lol.

Moira: Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share?

Silke: I’m batman.

Moira: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share an excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

Silke: Watch Me is the standalone sequel to Howl. It’s Tiffy’s story. When I wrote Howl, she was a teenager, but she intrigued me. So when the edits on Howl were done, I sat there, joking around with my editor on Skype. From that conversation, and a joking “What if”, Watch Me was born.

Tiffy wants independence and freedom–until she discovers a Lycan watching the compound. Now she wants Keric, and she goes after him with single-minded determination.

Keric is worried about his brother and has come to find out why he seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. Getting involved with a young girl–far too young for him–isn’t in the cards. He rejects Tiffy, despite liking her.

But things turn nasty, and Tiffy’s involvement is part of the reason he nearly ends up dead.

Two years later he’s back, and this time he’ll get to the bottom of everything. Tiffy, grown up now, is wary of him. Their attraction grows to a tentative love, but his bloodline and her past, along with vindictive pack members, might just get both of them killed.

Keep your enemies close…

Poor little Tiffy — that’s how her pack members and the Alpha view her after the brutal murder of her father, and Tiffy is sick of it. She wants independence, not pity or protection. Then handsome Lycan Keric O’Neill shows up and Tiffy wouldn’t mind some protection — and other things — from him.
When Keric finds himself the target of Tiffy’s misguided seduction, his mission to track down his brother takes a violent turn at the hands of the Alpha — but yields some devastating revelations.
Two years later he is back. This time he will stop at nothing to avenge his brother, and even falling for Tiffy won’t sway him from his goal. Unaware of her past and the links to his brother, he doesn’t know his actions and heritage will crush Tiffy’s fragile trust.
But danger comes in many forms, and when Keric’s secrets and betrayal come to light, will revenge and vindictive pack members destroy the delicate bond between them?

 

Mini Excerpt:

 

Her heart thundered and she was certain he’d hear it. “Why did you come back?”

“Does it matter? I’m here.” He winked at her. “And this time, you’re not illegal.”

Oh he assumed she’d jump into his arms, just because he’d shown up? “It was a silly teenage crush, nothing more.”

Something entirely too predatory entered his eyes. “A crush.”

He’d been gone almost two years. One year, eight months, one week and three days. Not that she’d been keeping track, or anything. “Yes. Have you never had a crush on anyone?”

“Tiff, you ran naked into my arms to stop Zalin’s goons from rearranging my face, and you’re trying to convince me you just had a crush on me?” A smile twitched on his lips. “You looked at me as if I were your whole world. I sure as hell didn’t imagine it.”

Damn. Yeah, she had. And she’d do the whole naked thing again, if she had to. Tiffy felt her cheeks heat. “It meant nothing. Haven’t you ever done anything stupid?”

“I have.” Keric lowered his head slightly, staring straight into her eyes. “I should have kissed you when I had the chance.”

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Nancy Lauzon’s Guide to Flirting

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I’m so excited to have Nancy Lauzon with me today! This woman is full of humor and is just an all around blast to be around. So, let me not keep you from her humor any longer. Nancy is going to give us some tips on flirting. Take it away Nancy…

Flirting or coquetry – a social and sometimes sexual activity involving verbal or written communication as well as body language by one person to another, suggesting an interest in a deeper relationship

I was surprised to discover that the WikiHow to do anything website includes a section on ‘How to Flirt’ in 10 easy steps, both via text/chat and in-person. Man, I could have used this information back in high school. I had no brothers, so males were a complete mystery to me. I was pretty stunned when it came to flirting with guys. I didn’t have a real boyfriend until I turned 17. I was shy and awkward around the opposite sex. I knew men were from Mars way before John Gray’s book told me.

So how exactly do you flirt? The first few steps mentioned by WikiHow are no-brainers; even I knew these ones:

Make eye contact, smile and start talking. Then introduce yourself, OR you can choose to remain a mystery, to give your potential suitor a challenge. If he really wants to know who you are, he’ll keep
pursuing you or ask around.

I don’t think I could carry off the mystery woman part. “What’s your name?” he might ask. “Why don’t you guess, big boy?” I’d answer coyly. Sounds stupid. With my luck, the guy would shrug, walk away, and never talk to me again. I think a straight-forward approach is best for most of us, unless you’re Eva Mendez or Uma Thurman.

Next comes the toughest part for me, initiate a conversation. This is where I would usually get tongue- tied. Most of the guys I dated were chatty extroverts for exactly that reason. I can carry the ball pretty well if you toss it to me, just don’t expect me to toss it first. I get very nervous, and my palms sweat.

The next step advises to use body language to communicate your intentions. This includes an ‘open’ stance, facing the person, touching the person ‘accidentally’ or ‘casually’, and playing with your
hair. Again, I failed miserably on the body language thing. It always felt too contrived. I could never accidentally brush up against somebody. I’d feel awkward, not to mention uncoordinated.

Compliment the other person – while keeping eye contact, lower your voice seductively and be bold. “I kind of can’t believe I’m getting to know someone as gorgeous and interesting as you. I hope
[other person] knows how lucky she is to be dating you.” OUCH. Really bad writing. Plus this site is now advising you to flirt with someone else’s boyfriend. Wow.

Keep your interactions short and sweet — to gauge interest and build tension.

Close the deal — in other words, try to snaggle a date from Suzy’s boyfriend OR arrange a date with a guy who’s single. Note: Don’t take it too seriously — the best advice on this website. Do yourself a favor, and don’t take any of this shit seriously.

On second thought, maybe I was better off without this information in high school. I think I did pretty well on my own. I’ve been happily married for 33 years to the same guy. And I KNOW I can write funnier, flirtier scenarios than WikiHow. Here are two of my best ones:

From — The Good, the Bad and the Hair — a Chick Dick Mystery:

“Are you saying that we’re in this mess because you have frizzy pink hair?”

I flushed with the knowledge that Cooper had noticed my unusual hair color. “It doesn’t cause the bad luck, it just tells me when it’s going to happen.”

“Like an early warning system?”

“I guess so.”

“Sweet.”

I stopped at a red light at the intersection of South Linden and East Virginia, and turned toward him. I’m not sure what I was going to say, but the words died on my lips when I met his eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Cooper said, his swollen mouth curving. His good eye crinkled when he smiled. When he leaned closer my pulse raced and my sweaty hands slipped off the steering wheel.

His kiss was soft and feathery. It was followed by another one, this time a little firmer. His right hand cupped the back of my head as I melted into him and savored his warm lips. He tasted like peppermint.

When I remembered how sore his mouth must be, I pulled back.

“Cooper?”

“What?” he whispered.

I stared at his mouth, and he stared at mine. “Your mouth…it must hurt when you kiss me.”

“It’s worth it.”

From — The Haunting of Haley — a Chick Dick Mystery:

“Cab should be here soon,” the Jimmy Dean look-a-like said. “I’d offer you a lift, but I have to close up, and you probably shouldn’t accept a ride from a guy you don’t know anyway, right?”

“Probably not,” Haley said. “My mother would be disappointed in me. She always told me never to get into a car with strangers.”

“Smart lady.”

She peered through the glass windows. It was raining out. “My Mom’s not around anymore. She died.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Jimmy’s face blurred. He shoved something at her, a hanky. Her cheeks were wet. She didn’t know when her tears had started, but she used Jimmy’s hanky to mop them up. Who even carried handkerchiefs anymore?

“You’re very sweet, thank you.” She twisted the hanky in her fists.

He looked at her as though he wanted to kiss her, but it had to be her imagination. Guys this hot didn’t usually look at her twice. Brody was good-looking, but in a safe, clean-shaven way. Not in a stubbly, dangerous way, like Jimmy, who probably got hit on every night of the week.

Someone once told her she looked like Annie, of Broadway musical fame, wholesome and freckled. Her curls had calmed down a bit, her hair was longer and her freckles had faded, but she still felt like Annie sometimes, especially lately, now that she was an orphan, too.

Jimmy had definitely moved closer. Maybe he felt sorry for her. Tears had that effect on some men. His arms circled her waist, and she didn’t care if it was a sympathy kiss, it would still feel good, she just knew it would, so she didn’t stop him, or tell him she was engaged or anything. When his mouth landed on hers, she linked her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He tasted like peppermint.

The kiss seemed to last forever, or maybe it was because she wanted it to. This man with the smoldering, kind eyes and the old-fashioned handkerchief sure knew his way around a kiss.

Want more of Nancy Lauzon? Well fret no more. You can find here at her Website  /  Twitter  /  Facebook  / Pinterest

Flirting with Wolves~

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Happy Friday everyone! I have a surprise for all you lovelies out there….Nina Croft. Don’t you all love me? I invited her back to flirt with us again. Rico was so damn sexy in her last flirt, I figured she’s gotta have more sexiness and hot man flirting to kick off our weekend. Right? So let’s see if she is up to the challenge!

~*~

Hi, I’m Nina Croft, and Moira has very nicely invited me back to flirt some more. Last time I was here, I was flirting with a vampire. So today, for a change, I’m going to flirt with a werewolf and give you a few lines from Sebastian Quinn, the hero of Bound to Moonlight, my latest release.

So here’s a few lines from Sebastian and Anya:

“I’m going to leave you alone for a while,” Sebastian said. “I want you to think about it, and when I come back, you will tell me what happened to my people.” He locked the door and turned to leave.

“Sebastian.”

“What?”

“I’ll never talk.”

A pain clenched his heart. “Then I think we will both live to regret it.”

~*~

Then he was pressing her into the bars with his hard body. He leaned in close to her ear, and his warm breath whispered against her neck. “I will make you talk,” he murmured, and she shivered at the dark promise in his voice.


~*~

“I hurt. Am I dying?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Anya smiled then, a slight curve of her lips that didn’t banish the fear from her eyes. “I don’t think you can.”

“Sweetheart, I can do anything I want to.”

“I’m not your sweetheart. I’m not anyone’s sweetheart.” Her tone was sad and defeated. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

~*~

“You’re being nice,” she said.

He gave her a wolfish smile. “Just until you’re better.”

She bit her lip. “Then what?”

“Then you tell me who you’re working for and what you’ve done with my people.”

“Are you going to make me?”

She searched his face, saw the smile slide away and his eyes turn to ice. She shivered.

“I’ll do whatever I need to get my people back,” he said.

~*~

“I’m not going to break,” Anya said.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She reached up and framed his beautiful face with her fingers, stared into his eyes, human once more. “Make love to me, Sebastian. Make love as though it’s the only time we’ll ever have.”


Let me know what kind of supernatural creature you would like to flirt with for a chance to win an ecopy of Bound to Moonlight.

Bound to Moonlight – Blurb

Anya, a powerful telepath, has always believed she worked for the good guys–the organization that created her, trained her, and turned her into the ultimate weapon. Her most recent assignment: assassinate the head of a group of mercenaries. The very man she believes is responsible for the death of her sister.

Investigating the disappearance of three pack members, Alpha werewolf, Sebastian Quinn, finds himself under the scrutiny of a deadly group, The Agency. Targeted by their assassin, he must now fight to save his own life.

Captured and held by the charismatic werewolf, Anya feels the stirrings of passion. For the first time, there is something beyond duty. Now she is faced with a choice — complete her assigned mission or risk everything she has ever known for a chance at love.


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Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.


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Well, she definitely didn’t let me down! Thank you so much for stopping by Nina. Now come on all my lovely readers…tell us about your dream supernatural flirt! Lay it on us…we can take it.

Denise A Agnew…You Flirt!

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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.

* *

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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A Lot of Flirting with Selena Robins!

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Today I have the pleasure of interviewing a fantabulous author (who is made of complete awesomeness), a fun-loving and straight laced gal (the latter part only applies to those who don’t know better), and most importantly… a dear friend of mine. So help me welcome Selena Robins and make her feel at home.

Moira: Selena, pull up a chair. Let’s break the ice shall we? 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?

Selena: My husband. He’s a wilderness pro and master of getting rid of spiders, I don’t
know, but I’m sure those skills would come in handy. My son, he’s read all the Walking
Dead books and watched the shows, so he could outsmart the Zombies. I can’t think of
a third, but if they can shoot silver bullets and bring chocolate, then they’re welcome to
hang out with me.

Moira: Hmm, let me see. *Rummages through closet* Silver bullets – check. *Heads
to pantry* Chocolate – check. Apparently I’m your girl! Okay now that we know how
you intend to survive the apocalypse, tell us a little more about you for my readers that
haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up in bed with you – I meant your books!

Selena: Here are some extra tidbits about me that are not listed on my bio on website
or blog.

I didn’t learn to speak English until I was six years old, sometimes this can still
effect me, as I think in one language and things come out in English in an awkward
way. “English wasn’t my first language,” is what I say. That’s my story and I’m sticking
to it. I learned to play the accordion at an early age. Hey, I’m Italian, it’s a right of
passage and no I didn’t play Lady of Spain. I wasn’t that good at it. However, I did enjoy
practicing at home and driving my older siblings crazy with my attempts at Twinkle
Twinkle Little Star—serves them right, they had me convinced for years that I was left
on the doorstep, plus I was a teeny bit gullible and was an easy target for their pranks.

I hate coffee. I mean really hate it. I want to ban all coffee beans from the earth, better
yet, give them to the Zombies, maybe they’ll leave us alone once they get a whiff of that
stuff. I know what you’re thinking, how could an F.B.I. (full blooded Italian) hate coffee?
Answer: “I’m special.”

I also took Highland Dance classes. Yup, an Italian speaking-accordion playing, freckled
short little girl, highland dancing. Eclectic at its finest.

I used to be quite the daredevil. Broken knee, wore a full leg cast (downhill skiing),
shattered my radial head in my left arm (roller-blading), broken toe (fell down the stairs
while multi-tasking, some will say, I can be a klutz, I don’t agree…well, not 100%).

My husband has recently stated that he’d love to start a blog called, “Things my wife
says and does.” I’m not concerned, he doesn’t even like to write emails. Funny guy. He
makes me laugh, I make him laugh. I love to cook, he loves to eat what I cook. I also
like to make him blush, like when I publicly state, he has given me my happy-ever-after
that I love to write and read about in romance novels.

Moira: You do remember that I bleed coffee and Guinness if you cut me right? The
coffee remark nearly had me bringing this interview to a close. Then you redeemed
yourself when you brought up Highland dancing.

Selena: I wasn’t worried, you love me, you really love me. Come on over to the tea
side, I promise you’ll love it and while you sip your tea, I’ll do the sword dance for you.

Moira: So we are back on task. If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just
because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

Selena: I’m as diverse in my reading as I am in writing, so really anything goes, except
horror, math books or self-help books. I love the romance genre and the sub-genres,
I also love a good mystery, or thriller. Sorry, can’t pick one, so I guess you’ll really be
awesome when you bring me a basket full of books.

Moira: Well, I’ve already established the fact that I’m awesome and forgiving (see
coffee remark), but I think I would need to challenge you and look for something new for
that eclectic reader’s palate of yours.

Selena: If you really want to top the charts at awesomeness, then you’d hurry up and
write more books. Don’t forget, you broke me into my first fae story, and I loved it. Give
me more of those. Thank you in advance.

Moira: Well if you insist. I do aim to please after all. If you are writing, what is your genre preference? Is there a specific appeal to it? Like does it come with a heavy dose of chocolate and sex or is it the innocence of the genre that tempts you?

Selena: My first novel is sex-free, lots of sexual tension but the bedroom door was
shut tight. However, I have the rights back to that story and I’m revising it, I’m thinking
of opening the door a fraction. Same with my short story, lots of fun banter, not really
romance, but on the brink of a relationship. My current release, bedroom door is wide
open, lots of steamy scenes and talk about chocolate. In one of my works in progress, a
suspense/thriller, the heroine actually doesn’t like chocolate, the hero loves it, and yes
there will be some steam between those two. I like to mix it up as you can see.

Moira: But the constant seems to be chocolate. I’m on to you Selena. I will be watching
(and guarding my chocolate to ration out during the apocalypse). And I’m not buying
your innocent ‘closed door’ act any more either. I’ve seen behind the curtain.

Selena: Actually, there’s no chocolate in Decoy in Stiletto’s, but there is Guiness and
a lot of vodka. I get extra cool-chick points for that, right? And just a minute there, Ms Coffee Bean Addict, you are part of my trio during this Zombie invasion, so you have to take care of me, which means feeding me chocolate. It’s in my future non-fiction book, “Selena’s Zombie-Survival-Handbook.” By the way, I am innocent, I have no idea what curtain you are talking about. Someone must have high-jacked my computer the night the Nine Naughty Novelists had their 20 Questions chat.

Moira: Right, that’s the story we’re going with – computer hijacking. Totally believable.  And yes cool points for the Guinness. The vodka, not so much where this girl is concerned. Anyway, name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Selena: Once a book is published I don’t go back and re-read it, because of my anal
tendencies, I’ll think…Oh, I could have done this better, or I should have done this or
that. It’s a curse to have this internal editor hanging out with me 24/7, she’s such a
bitch sometimes. In my works in progress, there are two scenes which I get a kick out
of when I go back to edit and polish (yes, I do that a lot, as I said, my internal editor is
a hard ass bitch). One is my Decoy In Stiletto’s novel, when the heroine finds out the
Russian Mob is out to kill her and her reaction to it, while the hero stands around and
just let’s her get her crazy on until she settles down. My heroine’s get scared, they’re
not to proud to say, “I need help, protect me!” The other scene which I love, is in my
suspense thriller and it takes place in a lingerie shop between the hero and heroine.
The last place the hero wants to be in is this shop. Lots of sexual tension, some black
comedy and the banter between them, I really enjoy reading.

Moira: What? He doesn’t want to be in a lingerie shop with the heroine? Surely there
are visions of what he’d like to do to her flitting through his head right? Put that tension
to work, get some chocolate, and get it done!

Selena: Oh, no, this hero does NOT want to be in the lingerie shop. He’s an alpha-
undercover cop, tailing a mob bosses’ daughter, who he likes to call the Mafia Princess
and she is driving him nuts and vice versa. She’s not innocent, he’s not innocent, and
the last place they both want to be in is in a confided space with ultra sexy lingerie.
Trust me on this, it works better for them not to get all jiggy in this scene. The push/pull
and internal turmoil I put them both through is way more fun to watch.

Moira: Okay, well you know them best, so I will trust your judgment (See, I told you I can be a good friend). What is the oddest place you found inspiration for a story?

Selena: I don’t know where my inspiration comes from in the first place. I know this is
not a good answer for an author, but it’s the truth. Things pop in and out of my head at
all times, at different places, especially when I least expect it.

Moira: Like yoga class when you are supposed to be centering yourself, not watching
squirrels out the window. I’m just saying. (You can slap me later if you wish, but you
make it too easy sometimes)

Selena: I’d never smack you, because I tattle on myself all the time. Yoga does bring
out some inspiration, but usually for a blog that makes no sense.

Moira: It made total sense and was extremely entertaining! Worst and best pick up lines you either used or were used on you?

Selena: It’s been so long since one has been used on me. I remember when I was
single, and it was during Halloween and a bunch of gals decided to go out to a trendy
bar. Everyone was dressed in costume, except me. I’m not big on Halloween and it was
a last minute decision, so I just wore more makeup than I would normally wear, and
figured that was good enough.

A guy came up to me and asked, “Why I aren’t you wearing a costume?”

I said, “I am.”

He looked at me and said, “What are you supposed to be?”

I said, “I’m really a guy.”

He put his arm around me and said, “Well, hello there, I’m gay.”

It was cute and funny and we ended up chatting most of the night, about bad pick up
lines and became friends.

If I did encounter pick up lines from jerkwads, I’d usually tell them I was overjoyed that
they chose to talk to me, asked them when they’d like to meet my family, told them to
keep all Sundays open for family brunches. Saturday afternoon we could go register for
our china patterns…they usually walked away after that.

Moira: Okay, the I’m a guy remark hilarious. The last bit…wow. I imagine that a guy
deciding to put himself out there can be just as difficult as it is for a girl choosing to pick
up on a guy. Remind me to never try and pick you up.

Selena: Notice I only said jerkwads, so the good guys don’t need any kind of line. My
husband had zero game and I was smitten pretty quickly.

Moira: Ah, true love. Green with envy over here. Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share? Trust me, my readers can keep a secret.

Selena: I once thought an athletic support was something a guy used for lifting weights
and put around his friggin chest. So I walked into a sporting goods store and asked for
a 42 inch athletic support, then got pissed off because the clerk and a few guys in the
store were making cracks and laughing at me. I was young, not my fault!

Moira: Um….*snickering* hmmm…I’m speechless. And my mother said she never
thought the day would come. (As she is sitting here having breakfast with me, she says
she seconds and thirds that) Let’s move on shall we? Why do you write?

Selena: It’s cheaper than therapy.

Moira: Right? We exorcise our demons by writing about them. Or we give voice to the
other ten thousand personalities we possess by giving them voice on the page. Therapy
shmerapy. So tell me, are the experiences in your current release WHAT A GIRL
WANTS based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Selena: The only similarity between the lead characters and my life is that their close
friendship led to love. Okay, I will admit to being a bit mischievous, but not nearly as
much as the heroine

Moira: A bit? I feel compelled to call bullshit on that remark…bless your heart. Why is
injecting humor so important in the stories you write?

Selena: Laughter, especially self-deprecating humor is something I appreciate in books
I read and they are also part of real life. Eliciting emotion from a reader means that a
writer has nailed it. If a reader tells me they laughed hard at something I wrote or even
cried, then I feel that I’ve done my job.

Moira: You can say that again. And you do it well my dear. You do it well. Please round
out our interview by sharing a little about your stories!

Selena: Thank you for inviting me on your blog. It’s been a blast and I hope your
readers realize how difficult it was for me to come out of my shell and be so open like
this.

Moira: I’m sure they will get that impression. Now lets get to the books!

What a Girl Wants is a contemporary romance for readers who enjoy a spicy ‘friends-to-
lovers’ themed romance, filled with witty repartee, lots of sexual innuendos, unexpected
twists, a splash of mystery, comedic moments and red-hot-sex scenes. The heroine
(Maddie) is known as “the woman with the black belt in mischief.” Alex (the hero) has
accepted Maddie’s pranks over the years and enjoys their friendship, even though
he compares her to Lucille Ball on Red Bull at times. Deep down, I think he really
likes it…well, most times. Ultimately, What a Girl Wants is about friendship, love,
commitment, family and forgiveness.

Excerpt: Readers can read an excerpt of What A Girl Wants on my website: https://selenarobins.com/Excerpt.html

There is also a fun character interview with the hero/heroine on my website: https://
selenarobins.com/Character_Interview.html (along with a picture of who I picture Alex, the hero to look like)

What A Girl Wants is available in both Paperback and e-Book at: Amazon, Kobo,
Barnes and Noble, Samhain Publishing and most e-book distributors.

Tempted by An Angel, a FREE Short Story, a comedy with romantic undertones is
available in all formats. Kobo, Barnes & Noble, I-Tunes, Sony, Smashwords and many
other e-book distributors.

Blurb: Matthew Lockwood hired entertainment for his nephew’s birthday party, instead an Angel showed up, wearing killer heels, carrying a bouquet of balloons and a body that was heavenly—except she had an attitude that was anything but angelic.

Unfortunately for Angel Montgomery, life doesn’t have auto-correct.

Matthew and Angel are both victims of unsynchronized mishaps.

Links:

Website: https://SelenaRobins.com/

Blog: http://SelenaRobinsMusings.com/

Follow Selena on Twitter: @SelenaRobins

Thanks for stopping by and visiting with Selena and I! We always love when others join our Mad Hatter Guinness, coffee, tea party!

Nina Croft Wants You to Flirt with Rico!

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I’m so honored to have the lovely and talented Nina Croft as one of my crit partners! (Is it obvious that I want some of her sparkling brilliance to rub off?) So when I asked Nina if she wanted to flirt with some of my readers out there, she couldn’t wait. In fact, I had to tie her to the chair and gag her for a bit, while I prepared. Okay maybe I didn’t gag her, but she does like to be tied…or so I’ve heard. Now that I’ve given her the floor, I can see why she was anxious. One word – Rico. ‘Nuff said. So lets go flirt with him shall we?

Flirting with Rico…

Hi, I’m Nina Croft and for my flirts this Friday, I thought I’d give you a few lines from my sci-fi/paranormal romance, Break Out. Break Out is book one of my Blood Hunter series, which follows the adventures, romantic and otherwise, of the crew of the space cruiser, El Cazador de la Sangre (or The Blood Hunter).

So, here’s Rico, owner and pilot (and vampire) of El Cazador, interacting with the two main women in his life: Tannis, his captain, and Skylar the beautiful and mysterious rebel who has employed the crew to break her brother out of a maximum security prison.

 

Tannis ran a hand through her short, spiky hair. “It’s got to be a setup. Maybe you’d better get me a list of people you’ve pissed off recently.”

Rico frowned. “How long have we got?”

“Good point—probably not long enough.”

 

“Is she dead?” she asked.

“No, she’s not bloody dead.” Rico scowled. “Jesus, why does everybody think I go around killing people?”

“Well, it has been known,” Tannis said mildly.

“Only when they deserved it.” He glanced at Al and couldn’t resist adding, “Or when I was really hungry.”

 

“You’re tense,” Rico murmured, lowering his head so his cool breath brushed the back of Skylar’s neck.

“Er, you’ve just told me you kill your prey—sorry—sometimes kill your prey, and now you’re sniffing at me like I smell good enough to eat.”

“You do smell good enough to eat.” He breathed in deeply. “And while I do sometimes kill my prey, I very rarely kill my lovers.”

 

Rico’s hand went to his waist, and he flicked the fastener of his weapons belt. Then to his thigh. He flicked the second, and the belt clashed to the floor. He took another step toward her. Skylar swallowed.

“I love that dress, but take it off,” he ordered softly.

 

“Why the hell is it my fault?” Rico asked.

Tannis snorted. “She probably only picked this ship because she’d heard what a pushover you were. Forget that ‘I heard you’re the best’ crap. I bet it was more a case of she’d heard all she needed to do was to flash a big pair of tits in your face and your brain would fly out the airlock.”

Someone sniggered. Tannis glared at the crew, and the sound was cut off abruptly.

 

As you can see, Rico might flirt with Skylar, but never with Tannis—she’d probably shoot him with her laser pistol!

 

I’m running a competition this month. You can see the prizes on my website, including a $15 GC and three ecopies of Break out. For a chance to enter, all you need to do is either comment on this post or tweet the following quote from Rico:

 

“Tannis, stop whatever you’re doing, bring my goddamn spaceship, and pick me up.” Break Out by @Nina_croft #BloodHunter @entangledpub

 

Break Out – Blurb

The year is 3048, Earth is no longer habitable, and man has fled to the stars where they’ve discovered the secret of immortality—Meridian. Unfortunately, the radioactive mineral is exorbitantly expensive and only available to a select few. A new class comprised of the super rich and immortal soon evolves. The Collective, as they’re called, rule the universe.
Two-thousand-year-old Ricardo Sanchez, vampire and rogue pilot of the space cruiser, El Cazador, can’t resist two things: gorgeous women and impossible jobs. When beautiful Skylar Rossaria approaches him to break a prisoner out of the Collective’s maximum security prison on Trakis One, Rico jumps at the chance. Being hunted by the Collective has never been so dangerous–or so fun!

 

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Bio:

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

 

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Flirting with Vicki Pettersson

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Yeah she doesn’t know it and I’m not actually flirting with ‘her’, but I slacked Was busy reading The Taken) and didn’t put together my post in time so I’m flirting with lines from her  books. Can’t help myself. When I list authors that inspire me with the stories they write and the interactions they have with readers and fellow authors alike, she totally makes the list for me. Readers might know her for her Zodiac Series, but she also has a new series called Celestial Blue which is proving to be just as awesome as Zodiac was. I ask that you please forgive my horrible photography, but look how awesome the book looks on my Kindle. Oh I think I’m getting off topic-back to the flirt, here are some favorites from the books I’ve read!

“Just because someone tried to make you into a victim didn’t mean that’s what you had to be.” ~ The Scent of Shadows

“ ‘Being single…is about hope. It’s about the future…the person you might meet at Starbucks or online or in the next aisle at the grocery store.’ ” ~The Taken 
“Next time,” I said wryly, swinging open the door, “just give me a knife and ask for a vein.”  
~ The Taste of Night
“ ‘Sex drives us, love or no love. Power or no power. Money or no money. It’s the most powerful drug in the world. Some pay for it. Some die for it.’ ” ~ The Taken
“But no life was without it’s strain & strife, not if it was fully lived. Opening up to experience, even the good ones like trust & love, was to open yourself up to the pain.” ~ The Neon Graveyard

So there you have it, a few lines to flirt and tempt you into reading one of my all time favorite authors if you haven’t yet embraced her. I was tempted to post a lot more because she is made of awesome, but if I did that you would never go discover her for yourselves and you really want to. Trust me!  You can learn more about Vicki Pettersson over here.

Getting My Flirt On!

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Come tumbling down the rabbit hole with me as we delve into my first installment of Friday Flirts! My flirts will vary. Sometimes I will be ‘flirting’ with little tidbits about an author (think of it as a speed date with an author) or even interviews, and other days, I will turn the floor over to my fellow authors to flirt with my readers. Today, I am going to flirt with Denise A Agnew and PG Forte! Why? Well why the hell not?! My blog, my prerogative.

Hot PursuitFirst up in my Flirt Hot Seat…Denise A Agnew ~ She is a red-headed vixen who has penned over thirty five novels and counting! Genres she writes in? Romantic suspense, erotic, historical, fantasy, contemporary and paranormal romance - wait is there a genre she hasn’t written in? Perhaps that would have been easier to address.  As an author, I love to read. It kind of comes with the territory. A few fun facts about Denise that you may or may not know are that she is a paranormal investigator (watch out all you ghosts because Denise is on the prowl), she likes archery, and archaeology.

I recently read Hot Pursuit which is one of the aforementioned thirty-five and counting novels, and the one thing that I really loved about her writing was the character building. Some characters pull you in, some leave you feeling lukewarm, and others you plain can’t connect with. Lucy and Vic definitely were characters that pulled me and left me feeling for them. It was my first introduction to her writing and with a story that deals with a hot military man and a jaded woman looking for a one night stand…what more could you possibly want?

Second (but surely not least)… PG Forte! This hot California blonde might be a Jersey Girl by birth, but we won’t hold that against her. Since she was penning scandalous and sexy stories while attending an all girls Catholic High School, you can imagine the type of trouble this woman is likely to stir up in her novels. She has written over twenty novels and counting (watch out Denise, she is hot on your tail). Her genre preferences for her stories are romantic suspense, psychic fiction, erotic romance and paranormal. Whew, it’s getting very hot in here. Fun facts about PG? She likes to hold the whip. Get your minds out of the gutter. I totally meant for writing challenges (of course we might see if we can’t get in touch with Mr. Forte to be sure).

Currently, I am reading one of PG’s books – Old Sins, Long Shadows. As usual, I selected a book that is part of a series having not read any of the other books first. Thankfully, due to the writing quality of the book, I do not feel lost and am enjoying the poor tortured (and I do mean TORTURED) souls that are struggling to find their happy moments. I can not wait to share with you my thoughts on this lovely read when all is said and done.

There you have it. If you haven’t had the pleasure of indulging in a reading date with Denise A Agnew or PG Forte, might I suggest that you pick up one of their books and schedule that date for this weekend? Just click on the book cover to be whisked off to Amazon. You never know, you just might find yourself dating them quite frequently!