Monday, April 10, 2017

Serpent's Kiss by Layla Dorine




I'm so excited to share "Serpent's Kiss" by Layla Dorine with you all today. 


Serpent’s Kiss Blurb

While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.
A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.
With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles. 


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About the Author

LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.
Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.


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Sunday, April 2, 2017



Today it looks like spring outside and that should be a welcome thing. Right? Well, yes in some ways and maybe not in others. 

Yes, because the wind is a bit warmer and the sunshine brings warmth as well. No because, the weeds and dandelions are sprouting everywhere so that means the dreaded "yard work" needs to begin. 

I look around our home inside and out and I start making lists of things that need to be done. 2016 was a year of upheaval and change for our family. Some things we planned, a lot we didn't. That being said some of my goals have changed since the beginning of the year. 

You will be able to see me at only three book events this year. I'm cutting back because I need to write. I want to produce the best stories for my readers that I can and I can't do that if I'm constantly traveling and playing on Facebook. So you won't see me on there as much as I have been. I have stories to tell and share and that's what I'm going to focus on. 

The last Warfield Hotel Mystery is in the hands of the publisher and hopefully soon I will have news about it's release. Unfortunately for all folks who love MM stories, Wayward Ink Publications has closed it doors and The Pinkerton Man Series was released through them. I have the rights back and I am working on finding a home for Stiles and Lizzie and their future stories. They will be back with more to come. I have also started a new series that I will be self publishing called the Knight's Club. No mystery to this series but lots of men, angst and romance. Look for the first book mid summer.

Lastly, I'm venturing outside the box for me. For some time now, others have encouraged me to write romance novels with strong older women as the main characters. I have a rough draft with three women who have shared everything in their lives; births, deaths, marriages, divorces, sickness etc. I'm hoping to bring these women to life under a new pen name with the first release late in 2017. 

Look for a newsletter from me in the next month filled with info on coming book events, contests and more. And the face of this blog is going to have an update with some changes as well. 

Here's to a bright spring filled with blooming flowers that make your days sing with joy and laughter.

C.J.  

Sunday, February 26, 2017

This has been a long exhausting week for me. I started a new day job that is actually a night job. I know it doesn't make sense to me either. Suffice it to say, I've been exhausted. The good news is Roaring Waters, Book 3 of the Warfield Hotel Mysteries has been sent off to the publishers and I'm hoping to have good news for everyone in the next few months. And as promised below is a portion of one of the chapters in the coming story.

This is a stand alone story, though characters from the first 2 books play a part of this new story. It does have a HEA and no cliffhanger.

Enjoy Damien Fitzgerald and Robert Wyler.


Robert Wyler couldn't think of one thing to say as Damien Fitzgerald walked away with Justin. Nothing. Not one snappy comeback. Not one sardonic syllable. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did this man always affect him this way?

Thankfully, the man would probably be in and out of the hotel before Robert caught sight of him again. The best thing to do was get back to work and let it go. There was only one little thing that was stopping him. Something was wrong. Robert felt it in his gut. And if Robert had a fault, it was this desire to help whenever he saw someone was in a bad place.

Damien Fitzgerald was always a well groomed, sophisticated man. The man Robert crossed words with was anything but. His normally neatly trimmed Van Dyke was in need of care. The meticulous style of clothing was replaced with jeans and a stretched out of shape sweater. Granted the steel blue of the sweater made the paleness of his eyes deepen in intensity. It was the dark circles under those eyes that bothered Robert and the man's thinness. Damien's trim and toned physic was something to admire. He was the total opposite of Robert and his bulky heaviness. But Damien was thin now, he hadn't been eating, and it was plain to see.

Peter passed by Robert loaded down with a try of food headed for the office. He smiled at Robert and nodded toward the door. Robert opened the door but didn't go join the group inside. He overheard Damien arguing with Marcus and Justin trying to calm them both down. Not wanting to intrude Robert closed the door behind Peter and headed down the hall to the lounge. There was work needing to be done.

"Hey, how's it going down there?" Peter's cheerful voice called out as he leaned across the bar in Robert's direction.

"I'm counting stock to gage how much I need to add to the order this week," Robert said as he stood to his feet. "Actually, since traffic has been kind of slow, the order will low this time week."

"Makes sense."

Peter looked over the order sheet that Robert passed him. Counted to himself and wrote his initials on the bottom of the form.

"I don't think we're going to be very busy the next few weeks. If that weather forecast proves to be true, anyway."

Robert sat two glasses on the bar and filled both with Coke. It was still too early in the day for anything else. Peter picked up his glass and took a drink.

"You mean all that talk about a snow storm headed this way," Robert chuckled as he drank from his glass.

"You don't think it's possible?"

"Of course, anything is possible. But snow here? Come on Peter. Can you remember the last time it snowed in Beaufort?" Robert doubted Peter remembered a snowfall in their home town. He didn't.
"Well, not here this close to the coast, but it's possible in the mountains. That would make driving pretty rough. God, do you remember when Atlanta shut down two years ago because there was an inch of snow on the highway and a little ice."

Robert laughed remembering the local news stations and most of the nation having a laugh at Atlanta and the mess the highways were.  Nobody knew how to drive in the stuff and there were accidents everywhere. They eventually chose to close the main roadways because service trucks unable to get stranded vehicles and motorists.

"Let's hope they learned their lesson from the experience. They will be a little better prepared, if it does snow this time."

Robert lifted a basket of clean glasses from the washer. As he dried them and set them on the sideboard behind the bar, his mind drifted back to Damien.

"Did you see Damien?" Peter asked interrupting his thoughts about the man.

"Yeah. We spoke." Robert didn't want to admit that he was curious, but he was.

"Is he okay?"

"I'm not sure what is going on. Marcus didn't say a word while I was in the office. He kept writing in some notebook," Peter sighed. "That means he's on a case. So he must be helping Damien with something. They arrived early this morning. But did you get a look at Damien? I've ever seen him so disheveled."

"I didn't really notice." Robert hoped he sounded convincing.

Peter's stare heated his skin. Robert didn't blush, but he didn't like having anyone contemplate his feelings either. He learned the hard way not to give his trust to another person. It always ended badly.

"Well, I need to get back to work," Peter said as he slipped from the stool he was sitting on. "See you later."

Robert heard Peter's words, but he never looked up. He was trying to regain control of his mind and not let it run to places Robert did not want to visit.

"Hey Peter. How's Sally doing today?"

Robert recognized Krystal Smith's voice as she greeted Peter on her way into the lounge. She was Peter's girlfriend's cousin. She came to work at the hotel shortly after it reopened. Much like Sally, she was an attractive woman with a strong personality and a great smile. Customers loved her.

"Hey, Krystal. She's doing a lot better. The morning sickness seems to be finally coming to an end," Peter laughed. "Now she complains about her clothes not fitting. But don't tell her I said that."

Krystal joined in the laughter and reassured Peter that things would get a lot worse before they got better. This was Sally's first baby. She and Peter were overjoyed. They were planning a summer wedding after the baby came in early May.

"Give her my love," Krystal added as she kissed Peter's cheek.

Peter left and Krystal went to the small office behind the bar to put her things away. She came out tying her apron around her waist. Robert really enjoyed working with Krystal. She quickly became a good friend who easily read his moods like a book. This time he hoped she'd just drop it and not pick up on how he was feeling today. She grabbed a rag and headed out to the tables. Lowering the chairs to the floor, she rubbed the table tops down as she went. Every once in awhile, Robert saw her glance up and observe him. She moved onto the next table and the next. Eventually she finished with the tables and walked to the bar where she sat down on a stool in front of where Robert was working.

"What gives?" She asked.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Robert said, hoping she'd let it drop, knowing she wouldn't.

"Something is wrong and don't tell me it's nothing. I can see it in the way you are moving."

She stepped down from the bar stool and moved behind the bar where she turned the mini Keurig on and waited for it to heat the water. She drew a pod out of the drawer under the coffee machine, popped it in and hit the blue light to brew the coffee. She brought her cup and sat back down on the bar stool again.

"Okay, I've got my go juice, now talk."

She wasn't going to let go and Robert didn't know how to put into words what he felt.

"Got anything to do with that hot looking guy in Justin's office this morning?"

"How did... never mind. Sometimes I think you are a witch or something." Robert said. He fixed his own cup of coffee then joined her on the other side of the bar.

"Or something." Krystal laughed.

"Give."

Robert sighed, saying, "The guy in Justin's office is Damien Fitzgerald."

"Wait — the guy you saved when the hotel was blown up?" Her eyebrows shot up, and she stared at Robert.

"Yes. He and I don't see eye to eye on most things. Not even when it came to saving his life." Robert sipped on his coffee smiling as he remembered Damien's reactions that night.

"He's hot." Her smile was knowing.

"He's not my type. Too pretty. Too smart. And too self centered."

" I was wondering, what is your type? I mean I haven't seen you with anyone since I've been working here. It's a simple question."

Robert wondered how she did that? Hit right at the heart of something so easily.

"I don't have a 'type'." Robert offered. "I haven't met anyone in awhile who interests me."

"So what 'interests'  you?" She asked, then added, "You're a great guy Robert, you deserve to have someone special in your life."

Robert wasn't sure what to say to that. He wanted someone in his life but he didn't want the kind of attention that men usually paid him. Because he took care of his body and he liked tats didn't mean he wanted to rule over someone. He wanted give and take in a relationship. Most guys looked at him and assumed he would be up for things he wasn't the least bit interested in.

"I don't know what kind of man is my type because I haven't  met him yet." He answered honestly.

"Maybe you have but you're letting stereotypes cloud your vision." Krystal offered. "You don't like it when someone makes the wrong assumption about you because you have muscles and tattoos and a gruff exterior. Aren't you doing the same when you say someone is too pretty or self centered? Could be they are protecting themselves too."


Robert had never thought of it like that. He was attracted to Damien. Had been from the beginning but the man's mouth always got in the way. Could he be using sarcasm as a defense? Robert wasn't sure that was it. Mostly, he figured Damien Fitzgerald really was a self centered son of a bitch. That thought made Robert smile.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Wish You Were Here Blog Tour


 Wish You Were Here

Asta Idonea

Dreamspinner Press

8 February 2017

Novella/Contemporary/Paranormal

Heat Rating: 1

The death of Oakley’s sister has left his family broken and buried beneath their grief. In an attempt to get out from underneath their pain, they rent an isolated cottage in the Cotswolds. For Oakley, it’s an exercise in futility. He doesn’t see much hope for things to get back to the way they used to be, and he’s bored and restless as he waits out the time until he can return to the city and university. All of that changes when he meets local boy Bobby, and the connection between them is instant. Within a few days, Oakley is ready to walk away from everything to stay with Bobby. However, Bobby has problems of his own, and they might be more than the budding romance can survive. But they might also give Oakley a new perspective on his own situation.
Excerpt:
Summer passed England by that year, as if it shared his family’s grief and refused to intrude upon such solemn days with unwanted sunshine. A cool, wet July turned into a blustery August, and now a dismal September loomed. From the window of their rented cottage, there was nothing but gray skies as far as the eye could see. The fields spread out in a patchwork of shortbread and moss. Plentiful rain meant the grass stood tall, but the lack of light filtering through thick, heavy clouds dulled its various shades of green. And this bleak scene was supposed to make everything better?
Oakley sighed and turned to the sink. He poured himself a glass of water from a spluttering, corroded tap and took a sip. Despite the dubious appearance of the fittings, the water was clean, tasteless, and refreshing. He supposed he should at least be thankful for that. It was likely to be the only pleasant thing this vacation would provide.

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Asta Idonea (aka Nicki J Markus) was born in England but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.
Asta launched her writing career in 2011 and divides her efforts not only between MM and mainstream works but also between traditional and indie publishing. Her works span the genres, from paranormal to historical and from contemporary to fantasy. It just depends what story and which characters spring into her mind!
As a day job, Asta works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys music, theatre, cinema, photography, and sketching. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel, all of which have provided plenty of inspiration for her writing.



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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Happy Anniversary to Me!!

I can't believe it's been four years since my first published book, 'A New Dream' was released. Where, oh where has the time gone?

I've met so many wonderful people, readers and authors alike. Signed my first autograph at Indie Book Fest 2015. Saw two of my books pop up (even momentarily) on a Best Seller List. I retired from my day job to become a full time author. 

Check out my Facebook page for a chance to win some great prizes to celebrate my anniversary.

2017 is shaping up to be an amazing year. I just finished book 3 in the Warfield Hotel Mystery Series. 'Roaring Waters' will hopefully be coming your way this summer (or sooner if the publisher has a slot open). Some of you have been asking for Damien's story, and oh my it's going to be a special one. 

And Surprise! I've also started on book 4 in the series. It's a May/December romance for one of the reoccurring characters in the other books. All your favs will be back to visit, but the action will be taking place in the Gentlemen's Club this time around. 

I will be attending some repeat signing this year. You can see me in Cave City Kentucky at Pages in the Caves and in Toledo, Ohio at the Glass City Author Event. I am, also, returning to Indie Book Fest in 2017 in Orlando Florida. More information and chances to win tickets to the events will pop in the coming months.

And for those of you who love Stiles and the Pinkerton Man, I have not forgotten him. His new story will be coming later in the year. 

There is one thing I want to accomplish this year, as well. Posting more often, having some of your favorite authors on for a chat, teasing new reads from some of my favorite authors and yours, and just spending more time with you the readers. You are all amazing.



CJ