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  • Reap & Repent print copies going to HQN Readers Service Book Club December 2014

    Reap & Repent is about to be all book-shaped. Here is the proof:

    Cover flat repent smallComing in December 2014, first available through Readers Services..the HQN Book Club people. The Readers Services is actually a very good deal if you enjoy a specific Harlequin line. It’s a subscription and you get four books a month in the sub-genre of your choice.

    I subscribed for a while until the pile got ginormous.

    IMG_7703 (600x800)Print copies will be available sometime after the first of the year.

    Conquering the world…one book at a time.

  • Spooky new reads from Harlequin

    Harlequin E New Releases for October! 

    Harlequin E Shivers Box Set Volume 4 – on sale October 6  only until January 5!  Great value at just $4.99!


    Discover uncanny places and irresistible passions in the latest Gothic romance box set from Harlequin E! Includes:

    The Headmaster by Tiffany Reisz
    At the remote Marshall School, Gwen Ashby stumbles upon the job—and the man—of her dreams. Stern, enigmatic Edwin Yorke simmers with a heat Gwen longs to unleash. But Edwin knows all too well that forbidden love can end in tragedy….

    Darkness Unchained by Jane Godman
    Torn body and soul between mesmerizing nobleman Uther Jago and his brooding brother Nicco, headstrong Annie van der Merwe flees homeward. Only in sultry South Africa can she conquer an inner darkness borne in blood and bone that threatens to destroy them all.

    Forget Me Not by Barbara J. Hancock
    Maddy Clark refuses to leave the macabre town of Scarlet Falls after her sister is mysteriously killed. While searching for the truth, she becomes enthralled by handsome sheriff William Constantine—a man held hostage by a jealous ghost.

    Queen of Stone by Jen Christie
    Uprooted by the Depression, Zara Pendleton heads south. She’s seduced by the steamy wilderness and by Navarre, magnetic leader of a reclusive cult. Theirs is a destiny shot through with feverish desire—and mortal danger.

    Also from Harlequin E, sold separately for the first time!


    Valley of Nightmares  by Jane Godman   $3.99

    image003With England once again on the brink of war, brainy burlesque dancer Lilly Devine trades her scant sequins for tweed skirts to become the new governess to Gethin Taran’s orphaned niece.

    Arriving at Taran House, Lilly discovers her new pupil, Ceri, bears an uncanny resemblance to a girl she’s long met in her nightmares. In sleep, Ceri and Lilly flee from the malevolent figure both call The Hunter. But is he just a figment of their shared imagination…or a flesh and blood threat?



     His to Possess by Delores Fossen   $1.99

    image005Years ago, a deranged stalker drove Olivia into a life of isolation and distrust. But enigmatic Lucian Wilde will breach all Olivia’s defenses, down to her bare skin and very soul.

    Lucian believes he and Olivia host the spirits of two lovers brutally murdered decades before. When he and Olivia meet, the sensual compulsion is irresistible. She is Marissa, he is Damien—and their desires won’t be denied.

    But the person who murdered Marissa and Damien is still out for blood. To entice the killer, Olivia and Lucian must give in to passion and possession…and pray that history won’t be repeated.


    The Girl in Blue by Barbara J. Hancock  $1.99

    image007Scarlet Falls is a seemingly idyllic New England town…. But Trinity Chadwick knows better. For Trinity there has been no escape from the specter of the girl in the blue dress.

    Constant vigilance against malevolent forces has worn Trinity down, driving her back to the last place on earth she ever expected to step foot: Hillhaven—her childhood home. Only to encounter Samuel Creed. A long-ago kiss of life kindled an obsession in both that is at once sensual and macabre.



    The Ghosts of Cragera Bay by Dawn Brown  $3.99

    image009Declan Meyers owns a Welsh estate with a deadly history. But while Stonecliff could be the answer to Declan’s money problems, he’ll never be able to sell it with a parapsychologist poking around, fuelling ghostly rumors.

    Dr. Carly Evans is determined to investigate the paranormal energy that radiates from Stonecliff like a fever. The evil cannot be ignored.

    The uneasy truce between ghost hunter and heir flares into an irresistible attraction. But their passion leaves them vulnerable  to dark forces obsessed with an ancient rite of bloodshed.


     Paranormal and Urban Fantasy:

    Reap & Redeem by Lisa Medley  $3.99

    image011After a century of enslavement to an evil demon, Kylen Larson is finally free. But he’s tormented by memories of the horrors he was forced to commit. Now he lives for nothing more than hunting down the infernal creatures invading Meridian, Arkansas, and destroying them.

    Olivia Evans is in the final stages of cancer when Kylen accidentally saves her from demonic possession. When he rescues this innocent soul, Kylen rediscovers his mission—and his heart. All he wants is to help Olivia stay alive. He’ll just have to fight off an invasion from Hell first….


    Protective Ink by Misty Simon   $1.99

    image013Ex-marine Jackson Freeling and tattoo artist Lissa McLaughlin defend the innocent from the criminals vying for control of their city’s drug trade. Without quite understanding how, Lissa has given Jackson a tattoo that lets him become invisible….

    While Jackson and Lissa do their best to protect the city, they also fight the growing passion between them. Soon they have to decide whether their passion for each other is a strength or a deadly weakness.

    With this sequel, Misty Simon continues the bewitching tale she began with her urban fantasy debut,Wicked Ink.


     Mine Tomorrow by Jackie Braun  $1.99

    image015Devin Abernathy owns a vintage clothing shop, fulfilling her lifelong fantasy of surrounding herself with period style. All she has to do is slip on a garment to be spirited away to a bygone era. But lately she’s also dreamed at night of a passionate affair with World War II naval officer Gregory Prescott, who seems oddly familiar.

    When Devin dons a mysterious estate-sale coat she’s suddenly whisked back in time—to New York City in 1945 and Gregory’s open arms. All she wants is to stay in his powerful embrace, but to do so means choosing between his past and her future.


     Enjoy your romance!


  • Belly Rubs and Book Reviews

    Photo by Sara Reusche https://paws4udogs.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/belly-rub-redux/

    This morning I woke to an awesome and unexpected 4.5 star book review from a person I had never met. Folks, that is an AWESOME feeling 😀

    If you are a reader, you have all the power of a superhero. You hold the keys to the Book Universe and your superhero ability is the power of stars and words. We authors are a needy bunch. One bad word can turn us off and sink us into despair, which honestly is a fairly short trip for most of us. I see even ESTABLISHED BEST-SELLING authors reduced to dust or transported to Nirvana with one book review.


    I loved this review and ALL of the reviews so far more than you could know. In fact, I’ve loved them more than a two-handed belly rub.

    I review and star all of the books I read now as well. I won’t give a snarky or bad review. If I don’t like a book, I just won’t review it. But that is my philosophy. I don’t want to tear anyone down,  and I’ll guarantee SOMEONE will find that same book at just the right time and LOVE it. Every book has it’s tribe.

    Read the latest review here at Read, Review, and Rinse.

    Haven’t read or reviewed Reap & Repent yet? What are you waiting for?

    Read more reviews here , write a review or get your your copy today!

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    Reap & Repent blurb

    They see death. Can they share a life?

    Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.

    Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.

    A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.


  • Interview with Harlequin Author Emmie Meers

    This is an opportunity to go behind the scenes, get into the nitty-gritty of the many paranormal worlds and enter into the fertile imaginations of authors I love. Bring a flashlight. It’s sometimes dark in here, but so worth the trip. Remember, monsters need love too. Otherwise, how would we ever have baby monsters?

    Think on THAT a while…

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    Welcome, Author Emmie Mears! You’re about to release THE MASKED SONGBIRD.  Tell us a little bit about your story.  

    Thank you, Lisa! THE MASKED SONGBIRD is a superhero novel, but its main theme is that strength isn’t something you’re born with; it’s something you build. The story is about Gwenllian Maule, an oft trod-upon accountant who accidentally gets superpowers after drinking something meant to cure her boss’s daughter of cancer – and through that, she has to learn that superpowers don’t make a superhero.

    Do you consider your book(s) urban fantasy, paranormal romance or something else? What attracted you to the genre?

    We pitched it as urban fantasy, but superheroes are kind of hard to genre. Some would say sci fi (and I lean toward that a bit now myself), and Harlequin called it paranormal, but honestly, I don’t know. It’s urban. Superheroes can be considered fantastical or science fiction-y, so…sure?

    Let’s talk beasties. Do any monsters make appearances in your novels. If so, tell us about a few of them. Do you have a favorite? Don’t lie. Every parent…erm…author…does. Spill it. If not, what makes your book paranormal, urban fantasy or science fiction?

    The only monsters in THE MASKED SONGBIRD are of the human variety, but in my other books there are all manner of beasties. The first two and a half manuscripts I ever completed were full of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and even dryads. Out of all of them, I think I loved the wildness of the shapeshifters and the otherworldliness of the dryads, because they were so unexpected. Those manuscripts might end up getting a polish this year and could end up seeing the light of day…

    Is this a series? Stand-alone book? If it is a series, what does the future look like for this series? How many more books to come? What can we expect and more importantly…WHEN!

    I’d originally envisioned THE MASKED SONGBIRD as a standalone, but when Harlequin asked for a sequel, I realized that there was more story there. It’ll end up being a duology, though I reserve the right to return to Gwen’s world for more if the muses lead.

    What else are you working on?

    I’m currently working on a witchy urban fantasy that I’m really excited about. I ran into some snags with a dual timeline, so I’ve been trying to figure out how I want to play it, but the premise is something that gets me all revved up. I’m also working on an epic fantasy, which is something I’ve wanted to do for ages. It’s been a stretch, but it’s something I’m very passionate about, and I can’t wait to delve into it once I’m past my deadlines!

    Of all the characters in your fictional world, which one or couple would you most like to hang out with over a long weekend? What would you do together? What actor or actress would play him/her in a movie?

    I’d love to take a nice mini-break to the western isles of Scotland with Gwen and Taog. Gwen’d probably spend most of her time roaming about, seeing how high she could jump – and Taog would likely enjoy hanging out and painting.

    Let’s talk about craft. Are you a plotter or pantser? What are the first steps you take before diving into the writing of the next book?

    I used to be a die hard pantser, but in the past couple years, I’ve become much more of a plotter. Whenever I’m about to dive into a new book, I sit down and work through character motivations, plot points, pinch points, and the structural girders of the book to make sure I have enough of a story for a novel. After that, I sometimes outline a few scenes. Other times, I’ll plunge into the words and see where they get me.

    How long does it typically take for you to write a novel.  Best case scenario? How about editing? How long will you pick at it before setting it free to the world?

    It usually takes me about two months of full on work to finish a novel. That can change a bit depending on circumstances – last year I wrote 80,000 words of a magical realism in January and didn’t have time to finish it until this January – but for the most part, it takes me eight weeks. I put each manuscript aside for a month or so as soon as I finish it, because I don’t like to read it immediately. I want fresh eyes when I look at my own work. After that, I’ll do one “pass” (which usually consists of at least three read-throughs for structure, plot, character, etc.) before sending it to my betas. Once they send me their notes, I try to compile everything into a readable document so I can see if they said similar things or where they differed and how I want to utilize their feedback. After I go through my next stage of revisions, it goes to my agent.

    Do you have any advice to new authors or anyone considering writing fiction?

    Learn to love criticism. There isn’t a single stage of this game that is free from it, so you’d best learn to not only deal with it, but to filter out what you need to hear and use it to make you better at your craft. Rejection is a rite of passage  — one that keeps on happening over and over again. If you let it tear you down, you won’t get far in this business. It’s easier said than done, but learning that criticism of your writing and rejection are not personal reflections on you as a human is one of the most important things that you can do if you want to make a career of telling stories in print.

    Can you give us a taste of what to expect?

    Mildly hapless Edinburgh accountant Gwenllian Maule is surviving. She’s got a boyfriend, a rescued pet bird and a flatmate to share rent. Gwen’s biggest challenges: stretching her last twenty quid until payday and not antagonizing her terrifying boss.

    Then Gwen mistakenly drinks a mysterious beverage that gives her heightened senses, accelerated healing powers and astonishing strength. All of which come in handy the night she rescues her activist neighbour from a beat-down by political thugs.

    Now Gwen must figure out what else the serum has done to her body, who else is interested and how her boss is involved. Finally—and most mysteriously—she must uncover how this whole debacle is connected to the looming referendum on Scottish independence.

    Gwen’s hunt for answers will test her superpowers and endanger her family, her friends—even her country.


    Chapter 1:

    Days Until Referendum: 24


    That’s the sound I imagine my boss’s head making when it explodes.

    Or maybe BLAM. A comic book noise, written in all-caps in a jagged bubble at the top of the panel while I dance a jig and pick bits of her out of my hair. As Annamaria de Fournay speaks into her mobile, not facing me, the back of her head displays no outward indication of an imminent explosion.

    She toys with a white card, eyes fixed on a bouquet of purple-blue flowers in a fluted white vase. “I appreciate the flowers,” she says without a hint of irony. “Interesting choice.”

    I wait for her to notice me, but her gaze remains locked on the angular petals. After a beat, she goes on.

    “The research has been completed? You’re certain, then.” She pauses, a hint of a smile hovering at the corner of her mouth. “You’ll have to work out what to put it in. Something sweet would work.” She turns her head away from the bouquet and starts, seeing me. The almost-smile vanishes. “I’ll ring you back.” She drops her mobile on the table and looks at me as if I’ve walked into the loo to find her on the toilet with her knickers around her ankles.

    She says nothing for forty-seven seconds. I cough. “Ms de Fournay, you wanted to see me?”

    “Took you long enough to get here.”

    I’m not going to remind her that she was on the phone when I arrived. What research was she talking about? A momentary picture of de Fournay at a chemistry set blowing up beakers of bright green liquid intrudes, and I shake it away before I crack a smile. She’s probably just researching the top ten habits of highly effective arseholes.

    The Queen swivels in her chair and turns her green eyes on me. I instantly pity the bouquet for having to endure forty-seven seconds of that stare.

    Her hair falls in exquisite curls to her breasts, and her nose rises toward the ceiling when I fail to apologise at once, and I look at my hands where they sit clasped in my lap, focusing my gaze on the small ruby ring Mum gave me when I turned eighteen.

    De Fournay laces her fingers on the table. Not one of her nails is smudged or chipped. Even if I made her salary, I don’t reckon I’d get a manicure every day. I refuse to accept that she keeps them so perfect without daily upkeep.

    “The financial you ran on Francis Duck’s merger lacked any glaring errors. He was very pleased, and he requested that I tell you personally of his…esteem.” Annamaria de Fournay’s lip quirks as if someone has tugged at a marionette string.

    I stare at her, waiting for her to continue. I don’t trust myself not to squeak or belch or scream if I open my mouth, so I nod with as much grace as I can muster.

    “Additionally, he asked that you be responsible for his summaries for the foreseeable future. I trust you understand the value of his continued loyalty to our company and conduct yourself accordingly.”

    I nod again, not sure if de Fournay just praised me or if I fell through my mirror this morning into Wonderland. Or Bizarroworld.

    For one shining moment, I think she’s going to let me go without a thrashing.

    Instead her lips, top and bottom, as even and calculated as the rest of her, flatten into a line. She gestures to the chair across from her, dropping a folder on the table.

    I sit, cupping the arms of my chair with both hands and trying to absorb the coolness of the plastic as a buffer against the verbal flamethrower she secrets away behind those lips. Her eyes are stony jade, her chin high, her skin smooth as a morning loch.

    One immaculate French-manicured fingernail lands on the file folder that bridges the mahogany conference table between us. The white crescent of the nail’s tip reflects the fluorescent light from the ceiling, and as she leans forward, I smell the rosewater she dabs at her temples every day at two-thirty.

    It might be a friendly gesture if I hadn’t seen it every day for three years. In spite of the compliment she just paid me, something in that file is my fault, and those even lips are about to part in a searing tirade against my character, my work ethic, my mum’s Welshness, my parochial highland crofter upbringing and the ethical conundrum of Mum allowing me to live past birth. Most days, Annamaria de Fournay believes my mother ought to have shrouded me in white linen and fed me to the selkies.

    She opens the folder. A rush of rose scent crests over the table like a breaking wave. Pushing one sheet of paper toward me, her lips manage to stay in formation even as she speaks.

    “Do read this date for me.”

    I blink, following the line of her finger down to its gleaming, polished end and read aloud. “Nineteenth of August.”

    “Do you not find that curious?”

    I find her accent obnoxious, but the date looks mundane enough to me.

    Annamaria de Fournay came to Edinburgh from Cambridge, but if you ask her about it, you’d think she came straight from Buckingham Palace. While I don’t doubt that she’s English, the way she pushes every vowel out through the bridge of her nose makes it sound as though she’s thanking her subjects in St James’s Court rather than pointing out a discrepancy in an accounting report.

    I shift my shoulders in response to her question.

    “This report was due the ninth of August, Ms Maule. Not the nineteenth, though I see how someone who squints as much as you do could imagine a one in front of the nine.”

    Och, aye. That. Truth is, the report was turned in on the eighth of the month, but telling her would just make her set me aflame.

    My eyesight is fine. I squint because her rosewater makes my eyes burn.

    I used to try to argue my case with her. At least until it resulted in her dragging me into her office every day to flay me with words. Bringing up Francis Duck’s account will only make her angrier. Now I shut up, try to tune her out, and hope she’ll let me return to my blissfully unscented office.

    I settle in, painting my face with an expression I hope radiates contrition and humility. I likely just look constipated, but she prattles on, and I wait for her mobile to beep for her next meeting. Two-thirty, rosewater scratch and sniff. Three o’clock, humiliate Gwenllian Maule. Three-thirty, fawn over clients and water them with expensive single malt.

    I’m a part of her schedule now, as surely as the rosewater.

    “We are Edinburgh’s finest accountancy firm, and the go-to resource for businesses in the northern United Kingdom. Our clients expect more than a crofter’s level of professionalism, Ms Maule. Sheep and accountancy are not bedfellows. You will submit a revised report by Friday. And,” she continues with no change in tone, “I will not tolerate any more careless mistakes of this nature. Do it again and I won’t wait for your annual review to fire you—and no number of compliments from Francis Duck will keep you in this office.”

    Fired. I can almost see bills popping up above my head in bubbles. Rent. Mobile. The university loans I make just enough to pay monthly. Credit cards. Car repayment for a car that doesn’t even run. My shoulders curl in, and the air I draw into my lungs feels thick, heavy. I’m glad I’m already sitting down, because I feel wobbly and lightheaded. My annual review is coming up in a couple short weeks. The review is just the excuse she needs to get rid of me, contract or no contract.

    De Fournay waits for my response, her eyes trained on my face.

    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I force the words out so she’ll stop looking at me. “It won’t happen again, Ms de Fournay.”

    I almost sound sure of it.

    Just my luck. One of our best clients picks me to do his reports, and she still finds a way to remind me that nothing I ever do here is good enough.

    Her eyes drop back to the desk, and I uncurl my shoulders, waiting for the air in the room to thin without her unblinking gaze to thicken it. Her fingernail scans across the report like a heat-seeking missile, searching for more mistakes she can throw in my face. Finding none, she returns to the subject of my idiocy.

    I stop listening and watch Annamaria de Fournay’s head, looking for signs of it going POOF. If only I could press a red button and make it so.


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    Emmie Mears was born in Austin, Texas, where the Lone Star state promptly spat her out at the tender age of three months. After a childhood spent mostly in Alaska, Oregon, and Montana, she became a proper vagabond and spent most of her time at university devising ways to leave the country.

    Except for an ill-fated space opera she attempted at age nine, most of Emmie’s childhood was spent reading books instead of writing them. Growing up she yearned to see girls in books doing awesome things, and struggled to find stories in her beloved fantasy genre that showed female heroes saving people and hunting things. Mid-way through high school, she decided the best way to see those stories was to write them herself. She now scribbles her way through the fantasy genre, most loving to pen stories about flawed characters and gritty situations lightened with the occasional quirky humor.

    Emmie now lives in her eighth US state, still yearning for a return to Scotland. She inhabits a cozy domicile outside DC with two felines who think they’re lions and tigers.






  • Snippet Sunday – A Reaper’s Work is Never Done.

    This week’s snippet is from Deacon, our burned out Reaper hero. A Reaper’s work is never done. Always with the dying. It’s all so…exhausting.

    From Reap & Repent:

    Reap & Repent final revised (647x1024)Deacon flashed into the small rural cemetery and waited for his eyes to adjust to the moonlight. It was dark in the countryside. He’d decided to try the Scott house tonight. In case he could get that lucky.

    After the week he’d finished, he was pretty confident luck was not on his side. He was not a patient man, and this was an inconvenient trip. The address was in the middle of nowhere, nearly thirty miles from his regular hunting grounds. Plus it was two miles from the nearest cemetery. He could have chosen a more conventional mode of travel than the consecrated subway reapers used to get around, but nothing was faster. Even with the walk.

    He really didn’t want to make this trip very many times. If she didn’t show up, he’d have to track her down another way, but that would take even more time. Time he couldn’t afford to waste. Souls piled up if you weren’t diligent. And while the souls of the newly dead pulled at him, that feeling began to fade after a day, or sometimes even a few hours, making them more difficult to track down. If too much time went by, it was all but impossible to find them unless you practically stumbled upon them. The lost and lingering souls were called sleepers. He’d found a few in his day, but it was like picking a needle out of a haystack.

    Even one day off would create an uncomfortable backlog. Most territories the size of Deacon’s were serviced by a team of reapers, but he was single-minded in his work. He didn’t take vacations. He didn’t socialize. He worked.

    As a result, he drew attention—good and bad—but all of it unwanted. What he really wanted was to be left alone to do his job. His profession was not necessarily enjoyable, but the intense and pressing nature of the work didn’t leave him with much time to ruminate on things. He spent zero time in his head because it was almost constantly occupied with detecting, locating and transporting souls. The rest of the time was devoted to sleep even if it was an hour or two at a time.

    Because he’d been on the job for a long time, his body didn’t require as much nourishment as it once had—a benefit of being a seasoned reaper. But all this demon hunting was wearing him out, and it was taking a lot more energy than usual to fuel his body.

    Seasoned, he scoffed, as he exited through the wrought-iron gate of the cemetery.

    Disgruntled, he stalked down the secluded driveway, his steps crunching against the gravel. At least it would be quiet here—maybe he could get a few hours of sleep while he waited for her to show. As he reached the house, he stopped. There was a car in the garage and a light on in the house.

    Looks like this might be my lucky night after all.


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    Reap & Repent blurb

    They see death. Can they share a life?

    Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.

    Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.

    A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.

  • Snippet Sunday – Having a Hell of a Time, My Dear. Wish You Were Here

    In this week’s Snippet Sunday, Deacon finds himself in Hell. It’s a place he makes an effort to avoid, and he’s none too pleased with the circumstances.

    A bonus song for you to go along with it from the amazing Alice Cooper:

    Having a Hell of a Time, My Dear. Wish You Were Here

    Reap & Repent final revised (647x1024)From Reap & Repent:

    Deacon awoke to a low growl emanating from nearby. His muscles tightened, preparing him to spring before he even opened his eyes and locked onto the source of the sound. Outside his cell, a leopard paced back and forth in front of the entrance, its haunches rising and falling with each step. Deacon eased up from the floor slowly as the leopard sat back on its haunches and stared at him.

    He’d encountered many creatures in his travels, but this was a first. What he wouldn’t have given for his scythe…and pants, come to think of it.

    That was what he was angriest about, that he’d been snatched away as naked as a newborn. It just wasn’t right. He was thanking his lucky stars for the bars of the cell between him and the leopard when they melted away. Deacon tensed. He was somewhat confident that the brute couldn’t actually kill him, but he didn’t exactly feel like spending a long and miserable time healing from a mauling.

    As he stared the animal down, the beast began to shimmer, slowly morphing into a humanlike figure.

    Not a man, though… It’s something else.

    Deacon balled his hands into fists, ready to fight. He could do some damage to a man, even a supernatural one. At least it would be a fairer fight.

    “Down boy, you are not under attack.”

    Deacon stayed at the ready. No reason to trust his captor. Now or ever. 


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    Reap & Repent blurb

    They see death. Can they share a life?

    Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.

    Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.

    A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.

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  • Grave Discoveries: Good Spring Cemetery – Memorial Day


    My novel, Reap & Repent, begins just before Memorial Day weekend so it’s extra fitting that we visit Good Spring Cemetery, which was one of the first cemeteries to inspire The Reaper Series.

    Of course in Reap & Repent it’s called Good Springs Cemetery just so I don’t get sued by someone. One letter makes all the difference. Yes?


    When I visited yesterday, many of the graves were already bedazzled.




    Here in the boonies most folks still call it Decoration Day. I’ve never understood the practice really. It’s not like the dead will KNOW you’ve decorated their grave. But the cemetery was festive.

    Here’s the Wiki on Memorial Day:

    Memorial Day is a US federal holiday wherein the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces are remembered.[1] The holiday, which is celebrated every year on the final Monday of May,[2] was formerly known as Decoration Day and originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service. It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.


    I did find a few interesting headstones at Good Spring. I was actually surprised because from the road it looked like a strictly twentieth century cemetery.



    This one was especially interesting to me with the shape and engraving on two sides.



    How about a snippet from Ruth’s visit to Good Spring Cemetery near her home to drop Deacon off for a day of reaping while she ran errands.  

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    She drove them to Good Springs Cemetery, and he got out. Walking around to the driver’s side, he bent down and leaned in close through her window.

    “I’ll be back before dark. Make sure you are, too. And stay inside the house. Get some more salt while you’re out. A lot. And put it in an unbroken line along all your window sashes and across all of your doorways when you get back. We’ll talk more tonight.”

    He lingered longer than necessary in the window and for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her again. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked through the Good Springs archway. He didn’t even look back as he grabbed hold of the first headstone he came to and swirled and shimmered in a mini tornado until poof, he was gone. Just like that.

    Ruth rolled up her window and locked the doors. All of them. She was not ashamed to admit that she was more than a little scared. As far as she could tell at the moment, there wasn’t anything to actually be scared of in her immediate vicinity.

    It’s the things you can’t see.

    She backed her big-ass car out of the cemetery and headed into town with the radio blasting so that she couldn’t think too much.

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  • Grave Discoveries: Selby-Hall Cemetery


    This is the second cemetery I ran across in my travels a few weeks ago. The Selby-Hall Cemetery is in Camden County, Missouri near Linn Creek.

    I love how it rambles up the hillside, and I especially admire its wrought-iron gate.

    Following are some gravestones of interest.








    They just don’t make headstones like these anymore. The new ones have much less character, I think. If you’d like to know exactly who is buried in the Selby-Hall Cemetery, you can see the list here http://files.usgwarchives.net/mo/camden/cemeteries/hall.txt

    It looks like 1814 is the earliest birth date. That’s pretty impressive.

    What do you think? Are there still any uncollected souls wandering around this cemetery? Any sleepers? Perhaps my reaper, Deacon, should take a look?

    Reap & Repent blurb

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    They see death. Can they share a life?

    Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.

    Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.

    A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.

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    It’s time! Reap & Repent is available for pre-order at all e-book retailers. If you’ve been waiting to order, now’s the time!

    Here is the Amazon Link http://amzn.to/1hqiUFD 

    You can see over on the right there and down a bit are many of the other popular e-reader link buttons. Just click the button and it will take you directly to my book page.

    If you already ordered the box set…THANK YOU! This is the same book, so no need to order twice. Unless you’re my family. Or a friend. Or just awesome like that 😀

    Seriously. I love you hard.

    Book Two, Reap & Redeem, will release as a single-title Oct. 6. As soon as I hit 300 Facebook likes or 100 blog email subscribers, I’ll post the first chapter of Reap & Redeem. Reap & Redeem is Kylen’s story, and I have big love for him. He’s a dark, bad boy…and you’re going to love him too.

    Meanwhile, you can catch up on my reaper world and any posts you might have missed right here.

    Reap on!