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Nancy Weeks shares The Eyewitness

My blog has been lonely. Fortunately, Nancy Weeks dropped by to give me a little company and to share her newest romantic suspense The Eyewitness. Be sure to read all the way to the end for a special giveaway.

Welcome, Nancy. How have you been?

Lola, I’m so thrilled to back on your blog to talk about my new release, The Eyewitness. This story will forever hold a special place in my heart. I use to slip into a great story to relieve the stress of my daily life. This time around, writing The Eyewitness had that effect. It got me through a rough year and kept me sane. But that’s so 2016. My health is almost back on track and I have this wonderful story to share with the world.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Besides living my own happy-ever-after for the last thirty-five years with the best man I know, I’m a mother to two grown kids, and I can’t be a prouder mom. Now that they are off on their own—for the most part, I write romantic suspense.

What makes a book a romantic suspense?

I weave a suspenseful and gripping element through the romance in my novels. The suspenseful element is not the driving force of the story. The romance between my heroine and hero, their internal conflict, the reason they can’t be together is what drives the story. Tossing a sniper into the mix, evil-out-of-control drone or nasty cyber criminal at my characters while they are working through their issues, and seeking a much deserved happy-ever-after is fun, okay, super-fantastic fun. [Insert loud  MUWHAHAHA laugh here].

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

The Eyewitness is the first book in a new series. I decided to keep my characters in the same world as the Shadow series for one reason– it’s so hard letting go of my sexy, amazing McNeil brothers, and maybe one of them will find time to pop into this new series.

I dipped my toe into the world of forensic science in this story and took my ‘inspiration’ from a page out of the tragic sniper attacks in Maryland in 2002, The Beltway Snipers. My villains—the way all three series are connected—copy-cat on that event. Here is a short blurb:

Fans of TV’s Blue Bloods will love this dynamic new suspense series.

Maryland PD forensic scientist Emersyn D’Azzo has an explosive past with her father’s younger, sexy partner, Detective Alec Pearce. Then an ill-timed kiss destroys the thin line of trust between her and her dad, just before tragedy strikes and someone guns down her father.

The fatal bullet turns out to be tied to the ongoing spree of random sniper kills across the state, but Emersyn knows this wasn’t a random act of violence and is determined to find the killer.

To do so, she’ll need to rely on help from Alec, whom she doesn’t quite trust but just can’t resist. When they discover a connection to a decades-old disappearance of a college student, their investigation takes a deadly twist. Can they learn to trust each other with their hearts to save their lives?

What made you want to write?

Like most writers, I have had stories of new worlds, fascinating people, heroes, heroines, and bad guys running through my head my whole life. What I didn’t understand until just recently is that’s not really normal. Normal people keep to-do list, grocery list, kids’ schedule in their heads. And they don’t sit in restaurants or museums and plot romantic suspense stories about the people around them.

How do you balance writing and life?

Balancing my writing time with my normal life can be difficult, but not as difficult as it would have been had I tried to do this when my kids were home 24/7. I’m very blessed in that I can write every day and I DO. I sometimes have to pull myself away from the laptop and re-enter the real world. I gave all of myself to my family when they needed me. Now, my time has become very valuable and I spend it learning to be a better writer.

What are your future writing goals?

My most immediate future goal is to finish the series. Once the D’Azzo series, [Emersyn, Tessa and Nathan] is in the world, I want to try writing something a little calmer.

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Just write. That’s the biggest hurdle. Seek out workshops and conferences in your genre where you can really develop your craft. The publishing world isn’t always a nice place. Rejection is real, hard to deal with, but part of the dream. Don’t allow it to stop you in your tracks. When you are ready to jump into the pool, feel free to seek me out. I’ll hold your hand through it like so many authors held mine. Here is what I had taped to my laptop. Improve. Develop a thick skin. Write through it all.

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

Yes, and I promise to make this short. I have launched a new closed Facebook page for readers who would like to have a more personal relationship with me. It’s called Nancy’s Corner. Please stop by and check it out. I would love to have you. Enter as guest, leave as friends.

Care to share an excerpt?

Excerpt for The Eyewitness. Enjoy!

Emersyn opened the driver’s door then faced Alec. He moved in close, the back of his finger brushing away the moisture on her cheeks. She didn’t pull away when his hand rested on her waist. “I’m sorry, Alec. I thought clearing my father’s office would help.”

“You don’t owe me an apology. I get why you came here, and it is me who should apologize. I took my mood out on you.”

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Emersyn ached to press her hand over his and feel his heat on her face. But at the same time, a new sense of self-preservation prickled across her skin. Who could she trust? Her own mother had warned her that she really didn’t know the man in front of her.

Fear had a way of distorting reality. Her world had become so damn confusing she couldn’t find balance. She slipped her hand into her pocket and fingered the flash drive. The small piece of plastic could be nothing—or it could be everything.

“Em, where did you go?”

She faked a smile. “Just thinking about work. I keep expecting an email from security requesting my badge.”

He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her, his warmth calming her immediately. She couldn’t pull away. She needed this—something else she couldn’t understand.

He finally dropped his arms and took a step back. “I know Angela McCain well. Regardless of how she feels about you right now, she will get to the bottom of what happened yesterday.”

“I keep running the events through my head. The fire had to come from inside the walls, but there was no burning smell.”

“The fire marshal and CI team are on scene. This wasn’t a lab accident, and they aren’t treating it as one.”

“Why haven’t they questioned me?”

“I’m sure they will at some point.” He lifted her chin. “Something else is wrong. I see it in your eyes. What else happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You are a terrible liar.” He let her go, resting his arm on the roof of her car. If he was trying to make her feel trapped, it worked.

“From my house to here, what could have possibly happened?”

“What do I have to do to get you to trust me, Em?”

The annoyance in his voice set her back up. “I’m not getting into this with you in the parking lot.”

“Answer my damn question.”

And they were right back where they always seemed to fall, at each other’s throats. She tossed her shoulder bag into the front seat. Hell, if it was a fight he wanted, then maybe a good bitch-slap was what she needed to clear her head. “For starters, you can stop pissing me off with things like this.” Emersyn knocked his arm off her car so she could drop into the seat. He blocked the door when she tried to close it.

“How, Em? I walk into a room, and your blood starts to boil.”

She couldn’t get the shields up fast enough. “You could at least pretend you don’t despise me, maybe treat me once in a while like you treat Tessa.”

He knelt and reached for her hand. “I don’t despise you.”

“Now who is lying?”

*****

Where to find Nancy C. Weeks

If you want to know more about Nancy, go ahead a stalk her on her social media sites below. She would especially love it if you would join her Newsletter and Nancy’s Corner, a site she created for a more personal relationship between her and her readers.

Nancy C. Weeks Website

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Facebook For Readers NANCY’S CORNER

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Twitter: @NancyCWeeks

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GIVEAWAY

My simple pleasure is sipping my favorite coffee while reading a great book. I’m passing that on to you. Answer the question below for a chance to win a digital book from my backlist—including The Eyewitness, and winner’s choice of a $5 Starbucks or Teavana tea gift card. Hint hint—read the excerpt.

What is my hero’s favorite name for my heroine?

 

Hugs to all,

Nancy C. Weeks

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Spotlight on Angela Smith

This week, my spotlight shines on Angela Smith and her newest contemporary romance, Burn on the Western Slope.

burn on the western slope

Blurb:

Reagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels. With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time. When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.

Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the death of his partner, Special Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain retreat. That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door. He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes compromised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?

 

Buy Burn on the Western Slope on Amazon

Also available:  Fatal Snag by Angela Smith

Buy it on Amazon: http://www.amzn.com/B00XZCNEQW

Blurb:

Hollywood fashion consultant Naomi Fisher is happy to use her obsessive-compulsive planning to assist with her cousin’s wedding, but her history with the sexy and sullen Chayton Chambers, the groom’s brother, terrifies her. When the groom is kidnapped at his own wedding, Chayton and Naomi rush to find an important relic to satisfy the ransom before her cousin becomes a widow before a bride. Naomi trades garters for guns as survival, and love becomes a deadly game impossible to resist.

About Angela: Smith

Angela Smith is a Texas native and was dubbed most likely to write a novel during her senior year in high school since she always had her nose stuck in a book. Although high school was decades ago, the dream began when her mom read ‘Brer Rabbit’ to her and her sister so often they could recite it back to each other before ever learning to read. Research is one of her favorite parts of piecing together a story, and she loves creating new characters. Angela started with writing romantic suspense and is branching into other genres, but she hasn’t been able to write one yet where falling in love doesn’t come into play. She works as a certified paralegal and office manager at her local District Attorney’s office and spends her free time with her husband and the animals on her small farm. Although life in general keeps her very busy, her passion for writing and getting the stories out of her head tends to make her restless if she isn’t following what some people call her destiny.

 

Angela Smith LOVES talking to readers. You can contact her in the following ways:

 

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Angela-Smith/e/B00DYBSIMY

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAngelaSmith

Twitter – https://twitter.com/angelaswriter

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7173505.Angela_Smith

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/asmithauthor

Website – http://www.loveisamystery.com

Email – angela@loveisamystery.com

 

 

Burn on the Western Slope Excerpt:   burn on the western slope

“The snow’s great, the skiing is great. When are you going out to ski?” Garret asked.

Reagan fumbled with the button on her sweater. When Chayton set her drink on the bar, she tightened her hands around the glass to curb her jitters.

“I hate to admit it, but I don’t ski.”

“You don’t ski?”

“I mean, I never have.”

“You have to be tempted, right?”

“Uh, not really.”
This was where he’d leave. He would think she was crazy, boring, uninteresting, and he’d find someone more fitting to talk to. Only, he didn’t. He smiled, his eyes twinkling with interest. At least, she thought it was interest. It could have been pity, or mockery, or…

No. She cupped a hand over her cheek, as if that would soothe her insecurities. The cold condensation from the glass she’d held sent a chill between her shoulder blades.

“How long are you staying?”

“A month, at least.”

“Do you want to learn to ski? Because I’m a pretty good teacher. And Tanyon is a great place to learn. It’s busy, but not as busy as some of the bigger resort towns.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Yes. You have to try it at least once. You’ll love it. Chayton can hook you up with gear.”

“Well, I’ve always had a secret desire to plunge down a twelve-thousand-foot drop.”

Garret’s eyes sparkled, like sunbeams skipping across the ocean and landing under her skin. But even sunbeams on a clear summer afternoon wouldn’t affect her like this.

“It’s not so bad,” he said. “We’ll start on the bunny slopes. Then, if you fall it’ll only be half that.”

“I’ve seen the size of these mountains and there’s not a bunny slope in three-hundred miles.”

“Sure there is.”

Reagan clamped her mouth over the straw and slurped the cocktail. It tasted divine, the sugary, minty flavor inciting sweet thoughts of Garret’s lips.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Reagan said, running her tongue over her lips as she rested her glass on the counter. “Skiing, that is,” she quickly added. He would never know she’d been thinking of kissing him, but she had to force herself to look away from his mouth. Nudging Naomi, she stood. “It’s time for me to go. I need to settle in. I haven’t even unpacked yet.” And she had no intention of doing so now, but it was a good excuse to leave. She wiped her hands on her jeans before extending her hand to his, praying hers weren’t clammy. “It was great to meet you.”

Garret grasped her proffered hand and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet me on the slopes tomorrow?”

Reagan bit her lip and glanced at the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used to this place.”

“We’ll start with sledding. You can’t not like sledding.”

She didn’t know, seeing as how she’d never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably be amazing.

“I’m safe,” Garret said as he dropped his hand.

“You’re what?” she asked, meeting his eyes. Maybe he was a good guy in most people’s standards, but he made her heart beat too fast to be anything but dangerous.

“I’m harmless. Several people in town will vouch for me.”

“But I don’t know them either.”

 

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Talking with Susanne Matthews

Today I have Lilith Munroe on my website. Lilith is the heroine of Susanne Matthews‘ latest romantic suspense for Crimson Romance, The White Lily.

Thank you for inviting me to visit today with my book, The White Lily, Book Two of The Harvester Series by Susanne Matthews.

  1. Welcome. Start by telling me a bit about yourself.

My name is Lilith Munroe. I’m a profiler with the FBI, specializing in research and analysis. I keep to myself. I used to work in the field but transferred to Quantico after a botched raid on a suspected cult selling drugs for the Mexican cartel. For a while I was the FBI’s expert on cults. The New Horizon cult and its leader the Prophet are giving the task force charged with brining him down some difficulties. Trevor Clark, the agent in charge has requested my aid on the case, and so whether I like it or not, I’m going to Boston.

  1. If you could describe yourself in three words, what would they be?

Dedicated, determined, and defensive

  1. Since this is a romance, describe your love interest in three words.

Jacob’s attractive, intelligent, but an enigma.

  1. What aspect of his/her character could’ve have been the deal breaker?

The fact that he’s used to being in charge and can be quite authoritarian about it.

  1. What’s more important to you, the things a person says or the things a person does?

As far as I’m concerned, a person has to believe and act the way they say they will. That’s what inspires trust, and without trust, you can’t have any kind of meaningful relationship.

  1. How did the author choose the title to your story?

This is the second book in a series and in each book, a white flower plays a significant role in the plot. In book one, it was a carnation, in this book, lilies, and in book three, it will be an iris.

  1. Is your author a plotter or a pantser, and how does that affect your growth as a character?

My author is a pantser all the way, so she basically let Jacob and I live the story and created it as we did. Sometimes, we pulled her in a direction she hadn’t anticipated, and the editor, pulled all of us in other directions, too, but in the end, the story lives the way it should.

  1. Who was your favorite supporting character?

Rob Halliday, the Boston detective from Book One. He kept me focused and taught me more about field work than I ever knew.

The White LilyBlurb:

The Harvester is out there…watching, waiting, biding his time.

FBI cult specialist Lilith Munroe lives in dread that one day the man who tortured her when a case went bad will find her again. So leaving her sanctuary in Quantico to join the Harvester Task Force in Boston is her version of hell. But the Harvester is kidnapping babies, and Lilith’s profiling skills may mean the difference between life and death for the most innocent in society.

Australian millionaire and former member of the New Horizon commune Jacob Andrews returns to the United States searching for his sister. Instead of the happy reunion he expects, he discovers she is dead and his twin brother may be responsible. He agrees to lend his law enforcement skills to help find his former cult leader before the man can implement his plan to kill millions.

Now uneasy partners, Jacob and Lilith must learn to trust each other even as they fight their growing attraction. But when Lilith’s greatest fears materialize, will Jacob be able to set aside his anger and save the woman he loves?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

Order links for The White Lily:

Amazon.comB&N and KOBO

About the author:susannematthews

Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

 

Follow Susanne on her:  Website    Blog    Facebook page    Twitter @jandsmatt

Amazon author page    and    Goodreads author page

 

The White LilyExcerpt:

Still annoyed with herself for not having the backbone to stand up to the director and refuse this transfer, even if it was only a temporary one, Lilith Munroe stepped into crowded Terminal B at Logan Airport, grateful to finally breathe something other than the plane’s stale recycled air and that overblown windbag’s cheap cologne. Why people maintained flying was a great way to travel was beyond her. Even in business class, and she’d paid the additional fare out of her own pocket, she’d been crowded into the corner of her seat by a man who should have paid for two seats instead of one. That he’d hit on her had only made things worse. He’d better not hold his breath waiting for her to call him the next time she was in Washington. On top of that, the damn plane had been hotter than hell. Air conditioning, my ass.

What was the worst the director could’ve done? Demote her? Fire her? Either of those might’ve been the better option, but she had to stay where she was, needed access to all of those government databases. Why this “promotion” now? She didn’t want it, hadn’t asked for it, and apparently didn’t have a say in it either.

For five years, she’d managed to avoid anything to do with cults and fieldwork, preferring the security of her cubicle and using her computer skills to provide others with the information they needed to solve the most vicious crimes. Now, she was being forced into what potentially could be the biggest cult case of the century because of a skill set she’d hoped everyone had forgotten.

The Harvester. For months, the elusive killer, the charismatic leader of a cult, had terrorized the Boston area before disappearing with his followers, leaving several bodies in his wake. As much as she avoided reading about such cases, this one had affected the FBI itself, and it had been the topic of conversation around the cooler for weeks.

Swallowing her frustration and hitching the carry-on bag higher on her shoulder, Lilith looked around the arrivals area, searching for the signs indicating where she’d find the rest of her luggage. She’d taken no more than twenty steps when she came nose to chest with a behemoth blocking her path. Knowing her gun was in her bag didn’t help since she couldn’t pull it out and tell him to back off. Swallowing her fear, she moved to the right to step around him.

He put out his hand and gripped her shoulder, holding her in place.

“Agent Munroe?”

“Yes,” she answered, staring pointedly at the offending hand, trying to hide the panic threatening to engulf her. “Release me, now.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Detective Rob Halliday at your service,” he said, removing his hand and extending it. “Welcome to Boston. Agent Clark sent me. The director described you quite well if you’re wondering how I recognized you.”

Damn. She smiled awkwardly, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. It could’ve been worse. I might’ve screamed or attacked the guy. This was a mistake. The sooner she got back to the safety of Quantico, the better.

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Talking with Susanne Matthews

The lovely Susanne Matthews is my first post-surgery guest. I’m so glad she stopped by to answer the tough questions. We had a lot of fun talking about her newest  Crimson Romance release, The White Carnation. The White Carnation

What inspired you to write this book?

There were a number of things that collided in my head when the idea for this book came to me. I wanted to write a book and name the characters after my best friends, but I really wanted a book with teeth in it. An episode of Law and Order SVU about a serial rapist who raped women to impregnate them and create his own dynasty, stayed with me, as did the research I was doing on various drugs, and I found scopolamine, a drug that doesn’t incapacitate, but renders the victim complacent and leaves them with no memory of the assault, whether it was sexual, physical, or financial.  I tossed in a serial killer and a couple of other plot twists and came up with the story.

 

What types of books do you enjoy reading? What is on your nightstand?

I enjoy reading just about everything except BDSM and explicit horror and erotica. Fantasy, suspense, sci-fi romance. I loved the John Carter books by Edgar Rice Burroughs. At the moment, the book I’m waiting to start, Regret by Danielle Doolittle. It’s a YA novel dealing with devils and angels.

 

Tell me about your favorite place to write.  What makes it special?

I have an office at the back of the house. It isn’t a large room, but no one bothers me there and I can concentrate. If I need even more solitude, I’ll close the door and even my husband stays away.

Do you listen to music when you write?  If so, what?

The voices in my head that control the story need peace and quiet to function. That’s no doubt due to the 35 years I spent teaching when the only time the room was quiet was during tests and exam, or at the end of the day when they’d all gone home. So, as much as I like music, especially golden oldies that fit with my age group, I prefer silence when I work.

 

How do you make time to write?

Writing is my full time job. I sit at the computer each day and spend most of it there writing, revising, editing, and of course trying to market myself. I can do that because I’m retired and have no outside job to worry about. I didn’t start writing until I had retired, so I’m in awe of the young working mothers who manage to write the way they do.

I am too. What is your favorite part about being an author?

After my teaching years, I guess I have to say I love the fact that no one tells me where to go and how to get there. No one talks back, sasses or argues with me, and if they do, I torture them in the next chapter. That being said, I love the autonomy. Yes there are publishers and deadlines, but when all is said and done, I’m my own boss working on my own schedule. Truth be told, I get an immense rush when someone says to me, “I love your books.”

If a celebrity did the audio book reading, who would you pick and why?

That’s a tough question, and one I can’t answer.  It would really depend on the book. I’m old enough to remember radio shows, and Shakespeare on records and tapes, and in all those cases there was more than one reader. I think if someone read my books as a radio play with male and female voices it might work, but I can’t imagine whose voices I’d want to hear.

 

Let’s play “Dump the purse” – what’s in yours? 

You seriously want to know? Here goes. Honestly dumping my purse out now: wallet with $35.65 CND and $1.00 USD plus ID, credit cards, debit card, pictures of my husband and grandkids; epi-pen, aspirin, allergy tablets, and 3 Imodium meltaways (don’t ask); tube of Abreva, 6 wetnaps; 3 tubes of lipstick ( different colors); nail file; hand cream,  foundation and blush; eyeglass cleaning cloths; pen; hair pick; cell phone; 4 packets of Sweet & Lo; a package of Tic Tacs; package of tissue; and a wrapped mint. Thanks for making me clean it out. I threw away candy wrappers, a beat up granola bar, and a bunch of grocery receipts.

Those receipts pile up fast. And epi-pens are surprisingly heavy. My purse is half the weight when I don’t need to carry my daughter’s medicine. Thinking of which, if your hero or heroine were babysitting my kids (age 6 & 10) what would the night be like?  

Actually it would probably be very quiet. Rob would sit on the couch with his Glock showing, since he’ll never be without it as long as Faye’s in danger, and we’ve got a long way to go before she’s safe. They might even notice the smaller ankle weapon he wears as well, and while they might be curious, no one would dare misbehave. Faye would make sure they did their homework, quiz them on it, and then get them to bed, more or less on time.

 

We’re at a bar with your hero and heroine, what are they drinking?

She’ll have a glass of wine—a nice merlot or a chardonnay; he’ll have Irish whiskey—neat, or a beer.

My kids built a time machine out of Legos.  When and where are we headed and why? 

To the future. I’d love to see my grandkids  and great-grandkids yet to be born read my books and hear them say, “My grandmother or great-grandmother wrote this.” Who doesn’t hope to leave a legacy?

Dessert time!  Give me your “either—or” answers

  • Chocolate, fruit or other? Crème brulée
  • Warm or cold? warm
  • Buttercream or fondant? buttercream
  • Cookies or brownies? macaroons
  • With nuts or without? No nuts, no chocolate, allergic to both; hence the epi pen in my purse!

 

susannematthewsThe White Carnation is available now. Visit my website http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/ for purchase links for this and all my other books.

Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

 

Follow Susanne on her:  Website    Blog    Facebook     Twitter @jandsmatt Amazon author page  & Goodreads author page

 

The White CarnationThe last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she finds an old friend murdered, he’s the one she calls.

 For the past year, Rob and his team have been hunting the Harvester, a serial killer who ritualistically murders new mothers and vanishes with their infants. What Rob doesn’t need is another case, especially one involving his ex-fiancée.

 Then Faye is assaulted, and Rob realizes the cases are connected. She may hold the answers he needs to find the elusive killer. But the more they investigate, the more complex the situation becomes. Can they set the past aside and work together, or will the Harvester and his followers reap another prize?

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Spotlight on Nancy Weeks

My spotlight today shines on Nancy Weeks, author of the terrific “In the Shadow” suspense series.

Lola, I’m so thrilled to be back on your blog for the release of In the Shadow of Vengeance. To be perfectly honest, this release is bitter sweet. Today, the last McNeil brother, my hard-headed, sexy-as-heck detective Noah McNeil’s story will hit the stores and I’m going to have to find a way to let this series go.  No!  At least we have one last book to enjoy . Tell us more about the series.

 

All five books, In the Shadow of Greed, In the Shadow of Evil, In the Shadow of Malice, In the Shadow of Pride, and In the Shadow of Vengeance shared a similar premise. As law enforcement officers, the five brothers’ lives constantly intersect with the worst that mankind has to offer. While each brother feels his world is too dangerous to share with that one special woman, fate butts in and gives an extra hard push. But falling in love for any one of the McNeil brothers isn’t your typical fall-in-love. It changes their understanding of the world and there is no turning back.

In the Shadow of Vengeance 9781440580352

In the Shadow of Vengeance spouted from a common, but powerful adage: love conquers all. In the real world, our lives are constantly shadowed by adversity. It’s the people that love us that help us through difficult times. I saved Noah’s story for the last book because I knew the villain I planned to stand in the way of his happiness with his heroine, Elizabeth Merlot wasn’t going to be easy to take down. It’s going to take all five McNeil brothers working together to help Noah and Elizabeth come together.

 

I’m often asked whether the In the Shadow series need to be read in order. I created each book as a stand-alone novel. They don’t have to be read in order. With that said, I think readers will have a much richer understanding of In the Shadow of Vengeance if they read In the Shadow of Evil first — where the series began. And wonderful news!! In the Shadow of Evil has been placed on sale for only 99 cents from 12/22 to 12/29!!

 

For a peek at the first four books in the In the Shadow series, your readers can visit my WEBSITE, click on the BOOK PREVIEWS icon and enjoy the first three chapters of each book free.

 

Here is a brief blurb of In the Shadow of Vengeance.

Detective Noah McNeil has his cases under control, but the same can’t be said for his personal life in Fells Point, Maryland. Elizabeth Merlot, the mother of a troubled teen Noah is mentoring, is freezing him out of the family’s lives – especially criminal given how hot this single mom is.

Elizabeth Merlot can’t afford to let the handsome detective close to her son lest he discover she’s in the witness protection program. Until the day, that is, when the teen tries to fend off a gang attack and her entire world of secrets begins to crumble – and Noah may be the only one who can save their lives. Don’t miss this exciting conclusion to the McNeil family saga!

 

Excerpt of In the Shadow of Vengeance. Enjoy!

 

“What other man hurt you?”

This time Elizabeth was the one who stepped back. Shit. Of course Noah would pick up on that. Her life was a lie, and she hated how it turned her into a quick-thinking liar.

“There isn’t another man. I don’t know what Danny is talking about. Unless it’s Mendoza—”

“Elías Mendoza will die in the hole we put him in.” Noah’s voice went deep as every muscle in his body tensed.

Elizabeth swallowed. Everything about the man’s demeanor changed in that instant. And her instincts might have been defective when it came to relationships, but they were spot on in other areas. Detective Noah McNeil could be charming; fun-loving, even; but underneath all that charisma was a dangerous man. She needed to remember this moment.

She walked toward the door, almost surprised her knees didn’t tremble out from under her, and pulled it open. “I’ll get you that name.”

Noah moved into the small foyer, clutching the paper bag. His dark blue irises bored into hers with a mixture of irritation, confusion, and something she almost didn’t recognize: desire.

He took a step into her personal space. She held herself perfectly still. When he finally spoke, his deep baritone voice oozed sex and a slight hint of malice.

“I get you don’t like me. I can even understand why you don’t want any McNeil near Danny.”

“I don’t blame you for what happened to Danny.”

He slowly moved his hand up to her face and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. The simple touch sent an electric jolt through her, but she held her stance. Damn. She needed to stop staring at his mouth and wondering what those full lips felt like—tasted like.

“Yeah, you do. Don’t lie to me, Elizabeth. I don’t deserve that.”

“I’m not lying—”

Noah’s fingers pressed gently over her lips. “My superpower is I’m a human lie detector. I don’t care if you don’t like me or trust me. Don’t lie to me.”

She knocked his hand from her face. She had to pin her arms to her side to keep from shoving the damn stubborn man down her steps. “You’re right. I don’t trust you and I don’t want you near my son. And that has nothing to do with what happened. I just don’t like you.”

Noah let out a forced laugh and then reached for his wallet. Pulling out a card, he pressed it in her hand. “That was honest, and for the record, the feeling is mutual. But I do like your kids.”

He eased past her. On the first step, he turned and placed his hand flat on the door, keeping it from closing. “This isn’t going away. If you don’t want my help, then reach out to someone.”

“I don’t need—”

“It’s not a dream, Elizabeth. It’s a warning. Listen to Danny.”

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Thank you again for hosting me today, Lola. If your readers have any questions about my books or anything about me, please don’t be shy. Interacting with readers is as fun and writing.

I hope everyone has a holiday season filled with love and laughter.

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Nancy C. Weeks

I hope Nancy gets cracking on a new series soon. Nancy, my virtual door is always open for you.

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Spotlight on Elke Feuer

Please welcome Elke Feuer to the spotlight today. Her newest suspense, Deadly Race  is – Book 2 inElkeFeuer_DeadlyRace_800px the Deadly Series.

What is Deadly Race about?

Race car driver Remy Borden likes fast things: bikes, cars, and men. Her plans to become the first woman from the Cayman Islands to race internationally gets sidetracked when she’s injured and pulled from the final race because of a fiery confrontation with another driver.

Life goes from bad to worse when the racetrack owner is killed and she’s suspect number one because his death puts her back in the race. But racing again proves difficult when Dr. Jackson Wilson insists she stop racing until she heals, making her wonder if his ‘doctor’s orders’ don’t have ulterior motives-the racetrack owner was his friend.

She and Jackson search for the truth behind the murder when accidents start happening at the racetrack, and an adoring fan gets too close. Soon the simmering attraction between her and Jackson boils over, forcing her to admit Jackson makes her think of a life beyond racing.

 

Elke Feuer - Author PhotoAbout the Author:

Elke was born and raised on Grand Cayman and lives there with her husband and two kids who keep her on her toes.

She’s a cof­fee­holic, check­list fanatic, and future space explorer. She has a sarcastic/quirky sense of humor and loves meet­ing new people. When not writing, she’s helping other writers in Cayman through her organization CayWriters.

The author of For the Love of Jazz and Deadly Bloodlines, book one in her Deadly Series. She stumbled into writing romantic suspense because of her fascination with serial killers, but writes other genres because characters keep telling her their stories and she’s a sucker for a crazy story.

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Contact: hotcaymanmama@yahoo.com

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Can’t wait? Read on for an except of Deadly Race.

“I didn’t really have a relationship with her. She was someone I wanted, but she didn’t know how I felt until an hour ago.” Would she decide to kick him out of her apartment for either leading her on or being a complete ass?

She gripped the couch tightly and it collapsed beneath her hands. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her mouth twisted in anger. Here comes her emotional eruption. He braced himself.

“You put me through all of that for nothing?” She said it with so much control he wondered where she got it.

“It wasn’t nothing to me,” he reasoned.

“Wasn’t nothing? Do you know how many times I felt guilty because you had a girlfriend, or know how many nights I lay awake imagining I’d go to hell for the dirty thoughts I had about you in this apartment, inside and outside your car, even the examination table in your office?” She paced before him.

Jackson was speechless, and turned on, as he thought about everything she’d just mentioned. He remembered the night she kissed him in the car and wondered what would’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted, or if they’d been in a secluded area instead of outside her apartment.

“Hey!” she shouted, pulling him from his erotic thoughts of her spread out over the roof of his car.

“Stop that! You don’t get to have a fantasy in the middle of my rant. Got it?” Her index finger pointed at him.

He wanted to smile, but knew she’d probably knock his lights out if he did. “Please continue,” he said as politely and seriously as he could.

“Why couldn’t you be honest with me?” She ran a hand through her hair.

Honest about that? She couldn’t be serious? “Honest about wanting someone I hadn’t even told how I felt? I hardly knew you, Remy, and you wanted me to share something I’d kept secret for nearly two years?”

“Two years?” Her voice echoed in disbelief.

It sounded ridiculous to hear it out loud.

She must’ve thought so, too, because she laughed. It started as a light chuckle, but then escalated to full, out loud, boisterous laughter until it was so extreme she fell to the floor behind the couch.

He walked over to where she lay. “It’s not that funny,” he insisted.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and laughed harder.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this at my expense.” He extended a hand to help her up, but she waved it away as another fit of laughter overtook her. “You might not believe this, but I’m incredibly shy.”

She roared louder and gestured with her hand for him to stop talking.

He couldn’t blame her for laughing. He’d been anything but shy around her. She had a knack for bringing out emotions in him that were less than passive, with her audaciousness and that unfiltered mouth of hers.

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The sun’s reflection cast mini mirages across the crushed rock racetrack. Humid air floated off the surface like steam, creating an illusion the surrounding landscape was melting—the trees, control tower, and fans in the stands. A light breeze blew small whirlwinds of white dust across the track, but couldn’t cut through the thick heat and humidity of a sunny summer day in Grand Cayman.

Stock cars lined up in the distance, a staggered rainbow of colors. Their drivers made last-minute checks or chatted with friends who hung over the edges of the truck tire barricade. Remy Borden soaked up every detail playing out around her, letting it permeate through all her senses. She never grew tired of the sounds of the gurgling car engines, or the repeated conversations from the drivers and spectators.

Her family wasn’t in the crowd seated in the stands, but she didn’t care. They never watched her race—too scared she might get hurt. The kids she taught and their parents were in the stands, and that was good enough for her.

She bit back the urge to laugh, jump up and down, and wave her hands in the air wildly like a child who’d just found out they were getting the gift they’d nagged their parents for.

She stroked the hood of her burgundy and black Toyota. “Ready for this, honey?” she whispered. It was a ritual she’d performed since she raced motorbikes as a teenager, connecting her to the machines the way gardeners believe their plants grow better after being talked to.

Her fire-rated jumpsuit was hotter than hell, but she didn’t care. Tingles ran up her arm when she lifted the helmet off the passenger seat. She tucked windblown strands behind her ears before sliding it on.

Her chest tightened as she slid past the roll cage into the seat and secured her safety harness. Her glove-covered hands trembled as they skimmed across the steering wheel.

Her gaze moved over the bare console and checked the temperature gauge and oil pressure, making sure everything was as it should be. Perfect.

Excitement shot through her at the feel of the engine roaring beneath her legs when she started the ignition. The other drivers made their way to the starting line and took their position based on their timed race. She cruised toward them and took her assigned place.

On either side of her were veteran racers, battle-scar David and lightning Adam. Directly behind her was crash test dummy Jason, and in front of her was cocky Sam. Jackass Sam was a better name for him. She couldn’t wait to make him eat her dust. Again.

Dirk, the racetrack owner, stood behind the barricades watching them like hawks about to attack prey they shouldn’t.

The track marshals were in position with their flags. The starting flag rose.

The cars around her roared and adrenaline surged through her veins as she revved her engine.

The racetrack stretched out before her and the cars blurred to nothingness. Sounds became a dull buzz in the distance. She pressed the gas pedal.

 

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Talking with: Sarah Ballance

Today I’m talking with Sarah Balance about Forsaken, her latest release from Samhain publishing.

Forsaken72lgSarah, what inspired you to write this book?

If you ask my husband, he’ll say the idea of this book was born solely to aggravate him, LOL. I don’t remember where I got the idea, but this plot is hinged on a rare gun owned by the heroine. Going in, I knew nothing about guns, but my husband knows ALL THE THINGS. I spent a couple of hours trying to find the right weapon for the job (read: asking him question after question), not realizing what I needed wasn’t so much a rare gun, but a rare caliber. ERMAGERD. Once I got past that little detail, the book practically wrote itself. And my husband decided to stay married to me, LOL, so all is well.  Always good.

What types of books do you enjoy reading? What is on your nightstand?

I have always kept piles of Harlequin Intrigues (category romantic suspense) on a shelf by my bed, while my kindle is full of books from Entangled Publishing. (They are, without exception, SO GOOD—so good that I auto-buy pretty much everything they publish.) When I’m not on a tight deadline I’ll read a book a night. I don’t mean to, but if I don’t read between writing and attempting to sleep, my mind just goes crazy with ideas for my work-in-progress. Then I get wrapped up in the story I’m reading and can’t put it down until I turn the last page.

Tell me about your favorite place to write. What makes it special?

My favorite place is inside the cabin of our boat. The marina is SO peaceful, and the creak of the ropes and the slap of water against the hull make for perfect background noise. SO much better than listening with one ear as my kids tear down the house.  (Not really, but sometimes I wonder!)

How do you make time to write?

I usually do so after dinner. We are a homeschooling family so I spend most of the day with my children, which means at the end of the day, taking time for myself is pretty much a guilt-free endeavor. My kids range from ages 4 through 16, so they’re all old enough to understand that I need to be left alone unless there’s a true urgency. If my husband has to work he usually takes kids with him, and if not my older kids help watch the younger ones. It’s getting easier, but a couple of years ago it was tough! You are busy and productive.

 What is your favorite part about being an author?

The flexibility. I’m a full-time author and can literally work anywhere. My husband (who also has some flexibility) and I love road trips and have made it a mission to take our kids to see all 48 contiguous states, and over the course of our travels I’ve worked pretty much everywhere. There’s something incredibly inspiring about the changing view, and the fact that I can share the astounding beauty of this country with the kids and be paid at the same time is a blessing for which I am truly grateful.

Thanks for stopping by. I’d love to know more about your book.

FORSAKEN Forsaken72lg

Her past is back to haunt her—and this time, it’s got a gun.

When Gage Lawton finds his brother shot to death on his back porch, every shred of evidence points to one person: Gage’s ex-lover, Riley Beckett. The only gun in town that fires a bullet of that caliber belongs to her.

Certain the shooting is payback for his part in the loss of her parents, he abandons his promise to stay out of her life and confronts her, his rage backed up with a revolver. Yet when she steps through the door, all thoughts of revenge burn to ashes.

A year after Riley unwillingly walked away from Gage, she enters her home to find him sitting in the dark, gun pointed at her head. One look into those achingly familiar blue eyes reminds her how wrong she was to let him go. But now there’s more standing between them than their heated past.

A twist of fate—and a hail of sniper bullets—puts them in the cross hairs of a killer, leaving Riley with just two slim options: trust her greatest betrayer, or face a murderer alone.

Warning: Prepare to get caught in a crossfire of profanity, danger, and desire. Intense violence may trigger the desire to wear body armor…and take it off. Very, very slowly.

Find ForsakenSamhain Publishing | Amazon US | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sarah and her husband of what he calls many long, long years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). To learn more about her work in contemporary, historical, and supernatural romance and romantic suspense, please stalk accordingly. FIND THE AUTHOR HERE:   @SarahBallance     Facebook      Website     Good Reads     Pinterest