Saturday, October 25, 2014

Which Shade of Midnight are you?

Giveaway Alert!

That’s the question twelve authors are asking with a unique anthology titled TWELVE SHADES OF MIDNIGHT.  New York Times Bestselling authors Liliana Hart, Darynda Jones and Robyn Peterman headline this talented group that explores paranormal romance in all its shades. From the blackest depths of evil to the playful wink of pink to the green hue of envy, these never-before-released novellas will propel readers through magical journeys sure to evoke a colorful spectrum of emotions.

So what do two authors think about this amazing project?

“I’m just excited to be a part of this anthology,” says Robin Perini. “There are so many fun elements. For example, you can read your favorite author’s novella, but there’s a bonus. In each of the stories except one—and I won’t tell which one, because that’s part of the surprise—you’ll find Max Midnight.” 
Claire Cavanaugh grins. “Max Midnight could be anything. It’s a secret, but I can give a few hints. Which of these is Max Midnight? 1) A vampire slayer gone bad; 2) A pair of jeans; 3) A convertible or 4) A witch?” Three of those examples are accurate; one is a red herring. Readers will have to read the stories to find out.”

These two friends have known each other for what-feels-like forever, and this anthology is a dream come true.

“We both write romantic suspense and we both love paranormal, so combining the two was a blast,” Robin says with a twinkle in her eye.

“It goes with how we met,” Claire added. “It was fate.”

In most writing genres, there is an essence of fate, with somewhat expected outcomes after each book. Romance readers expect a Happily Ever After. Mystery and Suspense expect the villain to get his comeuppance in the end and good will triumph. Science Fiction readers expect the heroes and heroines to save the world, planet, or starship. Fantasy readers expect creatures, magic and mayhem to be set to rights to return to a safer world. Paranormal readers expect strange or otherworldly entities or happenings to be dealt with and the hero and heroine to triumph.

In real life, fate steps in to change our lives as well. 

In 1999, two writers met under auspicious circumstances. Both RWA Golden Heart Finalists (Claire in the Romantic Suspense category, Robin in the Paranormal category), they attended a conference in Chicago but had never met. That year, the classes offered for suspense writers were outstanding. The first class they sat on opposite sides of the room, barely taking note of each other, except for the fact that they were some of the few people who didn’t blanch at the bluntly stated statistics they were hearing.

They walked separately down the hall to the next class on Forensics, a bit of curiosity building in someone who obviously shared their darker interests.

By the fourth time this happened, Robin and Claire both suggested that they walk to the next class together. They sat in rapt attention in the front row through the crime scene photos and blood spatter mock ups, never once uttering the moaning heard from other participants. 

 “That’s how our writing friendship was born,” Claire smiles, sipping a cup of coffee. “We became best friends over a bunch of dead bodies.”
Which makes Twelve Shades of Midnight, a paranormal anthology the perfect fit for these two authors. A bit of fate, a bit of hope, and a lot of magic. Sometimes that’s the way the world works.

TWELVE SHADES OF MIDNIGHT will be released the week of Halloween, when magic, mysticism, and midnight collide. Happy Reading Everyone!!

* 12 SHADES OF MIDNIGHT  * 12 authors *
* 12 unforgettable, never-before-released stories *
The stroke of midnight ushers in many things. From hijinks and mischief to danger and evil, romance is the magic that binds these paranormal novellas together. Join 12 bestselling and award winning authors as they explore the different shades of midnight in exclusive, never-before-released stories.
For more information on 12 Shades of Midnight
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Darynda Jones - A LOVELY DROP
Dakota Cassidy - WITCHED AT BIRTH
Claire Cavanaugh - MIDNIGHT RENEGADE
Rachel Grant - MIDNIGHT SUN
Trish McCallan— SPIRIT WOODS
Robyn Peterman -SWITCHING HOUR
Ann Voss Peterson - THE SCHOOL
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Enter the world of the Dark Guardians. His destiny is to destroy all things dark, soulless and evil as a member of the Order of the Jaguar She has been infected with a virus that has changed her from human to something more…and her soul is at risk. Can a man born to kill her find a way to save her—or will he be forced into a choice that will destroy them both? 

The animal within Cade, the heart of the jaguar, pounded strong and ready to battle. With the speed of a vampire, he sideswiped Branson. The man fell onto his back, staring openmouthed at Cade. He pressed his forearm against the vamp’s throat. “Do you know what I am?”

“It can’t be,” Branson wheezed. “Or...order of the” His eyes bugged. “You’re a myth.”

“Well, this myth is going to kill you.” Cade grabbed Branson’s collar and jerked him to his feet. “Look into the eyes of those you’ve killed. They were innocent.”

“Please,” Branson panted. “I beg you.”

“Did they plead?” Cade leaned closer, his quiet words jabbing with undisguised disgust. “You were a good man. Do you even remember the meaning of compassion?” Cade rested the blade of his machete against Branson’s throat. “How can you when you have no soul?”

In the first of the new SEAL Team Infinity Series, Navy SEAL Commander Alex “Ice Man” Winters vows to take down those responsible for killing half his team and turning him into a genetically-altered monster. Still, when an assassin strikes near his hideout, Alex can’t leave FBI Special Agent Samantha Gennaro to die…even if her missing father created the serum that altered his DNA. With only once chance to reclaim his humanity, Alex must trust her…even as betrayal stalks them from every turn.

Alex cradled the woman tenderly in his arms as he trudged back through the snow to his hideout. He’d wrapped her shattered head in his T-shirt and her bullet-riddled body in his jacket. From the amount of blood she’d lost, he doubted she’d last much longer.

Pellets of snow whipped against his bare torso, but the cold didn’t bother him.

His upcoming decision did.

Alex could let her die, which might be a godsend for both of them at this point. Or, he could share his tainted blood and risk turning her into another freakish creation like him. He doubted she’d thank him for that.

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Claire Cavanaugh is an award-winning writer and teacher and is published in short non-fiction.  She is a three-time Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® Finalist and Daphne Award winner for Paranormal Romantic Suspense. A popular speaker, she is known for finding compelling solutions to plot and characterization problems and has helped numerous authors across the country hone their skills and get their writing back on track.  Several have gone on to hit the bestseller lists. A former bookseller, she currently freelances with Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency, assisting their clients and other writers with editing and story development. Midnight Renegade begins her new SEAL Team Infinity Series. 
Website      Facebook    Twitter @ClaireCavanaugh

Robin Perini. Combining her love of suspense and heartfelt emotion with her interest in covert ops, RITA® finalist and national bestselling author Robin Perini invites readers to step into the crossfire with her fast-paced, high-adventure, heart-melting love stories. After winning the Romance Writers of America®’s Golden Heart® Award in 2011, Perini went on to create stories that Publishers Weekly calls “refresh[ing] romantic suspense” and RT Book Reviews deems “riveting…and remarkable.” She loves to hear from readers. You can find her online at:
Twitter @RobinPerini   Pinterest    Backlist
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Claire & Robin are giving away two prizes. One person will receive a $25 Gift Card (Amazon or B&N). The other person can choose an e-copy of your choice of Robin’s latest books, Game of Fear OR Secret Obsession. (If you want to wait until December 1, you could also choose Christmas Justice).

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Protecting The Enemy

Looking for a romantic suspense to curl up with this Halloween? My newest book Protecting the Enemy is full of danger and intrigue and is only $1.99! Less than a bag of Halloween candy ;)

Julianna Fox was made for her job. Or so she is told. The only memory Julianna has of her past is after the explosion. She was a nameless victim until a man pulled her out of the darkness and gave her new life. A new purpose, because anything is better than being no one. When she is about to eliminate her next mark something stops her. The moment Julianna makes eye contact with Reid Castleton, she has a flashback of her forgotten past. How does she know the man? And why can’t she follow through with her assignment? 

Expert assassin, Reid Castleton, has been told to kill the only woman he ever loved if he wants to live. When he finds his fiancĂ©e, he can’t go through with the hit, even if it means losing his own life. Either she can’t remember who she is or is damn good at acting. 

Neither one knows who to trust. Both make a truce until they can find out why the leader of ETE 7 wants them both dead. What they uncover is a long line of lies and deception that started the moment Julianna was conceived. Will love conquer all or will fear make them do the unthinkable? 


With her face void of emotion as she listened to his instructions, Julianna stood in front of the man she knew as Boss. Light brown hair and hazel eyes were her only clue to the identity of the man behind the neoprene, black mask. The first time she met Boss, the plain mask that covered his entire face had kind of freaked her out. He’d explained the mask was necessary for his own protection.

 As a member of ETE 7 or Erasing The Enemy, a classified operation not even the CIA was aware of, she knew what was expected of her. They eliminated concentrated threats that the CIA couldn’t or wouldn’t. ETE 7 was her only priority. After Brandon had signed her out of Mercy hospital, he’d turned her over to Boss. ETE 7 was her family. 

He pushed a photo to the edge of the folding table. “You understand your assignment?”

“Yes.” As effortless as picking up her dry cleaning bill, she took the picture of her next mark from the temporary desk Boss sat behind. She turned the photo and read the name Reid Castleton written on the back. “Consider it taken care of.”

“Ms. Fox, you’ve never disappointed me.” The way he said it was different this time, more like a threat than a compliment.

With a quick nod, she turned to walk out of the empty, dimly lit warehouse, not far from the inner harbor. Her three-inch heels clicked and clacked over the concrete floor as she headed toward the exit. Every time she met with Boss, their meeting was in a different place, but always inside some abandoned building. Kind of creepy, but she was a woman who dealt with some of the creepiest people for a living. After the job was completed, she’d have a long uneventful break and then she’d get a text with the next location to meet him.

Without a backward glance, she walked outside to her red Jaguar convertible, a gift from ETE 7. Gravel grinded beneath her open-toed Jimmy Choo’s. The sun made its descent behind the beautiful Baltimore skyline leaving a yellow halo around the peaks of the buildings. She’d come to like the city and felt a strong sense of duty to protect it and the people who lived there. Before opening her car door, Julianna drew in a breath of cool air.

This was her first mission since she’d transferred from New Jersey. There was a lot of downtime in between jobs, so she was more than ready for the cocktail party where she’d find her target. She’d been molded by the best and spent the last six months proving herself. The training had come easy to her. Sometimes she felt as though deep inside, she was meant to become the woman ETE 7 had made her into.

Reid Castleton surveyed the large room. Evening gowns and suits surrounded him. People he didn’t know or care to know. There was only one reason he had crashed this cocktail party. Excitement built inside his chest as he looked for her. He’d waited so long for this moment, but never dreamed it would come to this. Would she recognize him? The job would be hard, but not impossible. He could put things aside for the greater good. After all, everything was about the greater good. 

His mouth was dry. He tried to swallow. She wasn’t the same woman she’d been when she disappeared. He had to remember that. Regardless of the rules, he took a glass of champagne and downed it hoping it would numb at least some of what he was feeling. Tonight he wasn’t comfortable in his own skin, let alone the tight Gucci jacket. 

A beautiful brunette approached him. He turned away from her to look out the window at the evening sky. 

“Lovely party. Are you here alone?” The seduction in her voice told him that he could leave with her on his arm tonight if he so chose. 

“No. I’m not.” Reid didn’t even glance her way. He kept is gaze straight ahead. Normally he wouldn’t have been so rude, but tonight things were different. The sound of the woman’s heels told him she’d given up and walked away. His hands shook, so he shoved them into his pockets. 

Maybe his date wouldn’t show. A part of him, the part he had to keep hidden, hoped she wouldn’t.

The party was well underway when Julianna arrived. She stayed in the back of the room next to a bookcase where she’d have the best view of the guests. With steady manicured fingers, she twisted the tube and re-applied the ruby red to her pursed lips. She rubbed her lips together as she tucked the compact and lipstick back into her petite beaded purse.

As trained, Julianna didn’t hesitate to use her beauty to distract her marks and take them out, clueless as to what hit them until their last breath. Her gun was a last resort, one she hadn’t had to use… yet. Bullets made things too messy and erasing the enemy in a tidy fashion was her specialty, what she’d been taught to do. She’d use her signature, poison cocktail. Simple, effective and untraceable. The fact that medical examiners couldn’t decipher the drug from natural causes was an additional benefit.

With confidence, she glanced across the crowded room at her mark. He hadn’t yet turned his head to face her, but what she’d seen so far was a man wearing a black tailored suit which showed off his assets. She tilted her head a bit to admire him. Nice and… unexpected. A man had never captured her attention this way before. His dark brown hair was the color of gourmet coffee and probably just as rich.

The blurry headshot she’d been given was no comparison to how handsome he was in person. When he turned toward her, even from afar, his chiseled face matched his amazing body. What a shame—most of her assignments hadn’t been so gorgeous. The poor guy would never know what hit him.

Her first assignment she’d felt sadness and remorse. The regret had even caused reoccurring nightmares which made her question if she was cut out for this kind of raw justice, but Boss quickly reminded her that marks were enemies and enemies had to be erased to protect the greater good. Once she’d convinced herself she was on the right side, she was able to sleep terror free again.

The low-cut black dress clung to her thighs as Julianna worked her curvaceous hips across the grand room. The aroma of champagne and caviar grew stronger as she walked past the waiters carrying round trays. She grabbed a glass of bubbly and dropped in a few drops of certain death with no one the wiser. Smiling at a chatty couple to her right, she nonchalantly swirled the liquids together in the flute. She stood next to him now, so close Julianna could smell his sandalwood cologne.

Earthy and clean and somehow familiar.

Julianna lightly touched his elbow and he turned around to face her. His warm brown eyes met her gray-blues and she was taken away to another place, another time when those same eyes looked into hers and she could feel herself smiling, happy inside. Her nerve endings sparked to life as a vivid image played in her mind. His naked, hot body glided with hers.

With a gasp, the wine glass slipped through her fingers and crashed to the marble floor beneath her feet. The sound bringing the party to a halt. Everyone in the room turned to look at Julianna and the wet, crushed shards of glass that surrounded her. Embarrassed she’d been caught off guard, her lips parted.

“Excuse me.” She rushed from the crowded area. Her strappy heels slapped against the tiled floor as she fled to the powder room. What was that? A cry escaped her red lips. She turned on the faucet and dabbed cold water onto the back of her neck. Slowing her breathing, she looked up into the mirror. Did she know him? It didn’t matter now, she’d blown it. Boss’ gruff voice echoed in her ears to never let feelings get in the way of the assignment. It had been one of the first things she was taught.

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Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic and writes many genres of romance. She just might be the only author out there that doesn’t drink caffeine, but dark chocolate is her must have. She falls in love with each of her heroes and hopes you will too!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Finding Strength in the BROKEN PLACES

With: Krista Hall

Congratulations to Erin F., the winner in Krista's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.” A Farewell To Arms

That Hemingway quote was one of the things I was thinking about when writing the plot and creating the characters in Broken Places. How do we go on after the world "breaks" us? 

Broken Places is set in a gang-plagued neighborhood in D.C., where sociology professor Trevy Barlow spends her evenings teaching a literacy class for teen girls affiliated with gangs. After one of her students becomes the latest victim of a gang-slaying, Trevy is determined to protect the other at-risk teens in her class—even if it means endangering herself.

Throughout the story, a question Trevy struggles with is: What is her responsibility to act in the face of suffering? She's an urban ethnographer who is inserting herself into dangerous neighborhoods where she’s an obvious outsider. She is a witness to pain, suffering, violence, and injustice. How does she balance her personal doubts about the ethical implications of using people’s lives to document societal and cultural phenomena with the need to step in and do something to help the individuals she gets to know?

FBI gang task force agent Cruz Larsen grew up rough. He credits his success as a federal agent to bare-knuckled determination and a no-excuses personal philosophy. The meddlesome do-gooder Trevy Barlow pushes all of his hot buttons. He wants to shake up Trevy so she’ll “rip off those rose-colored glasses and take a good hard look at the real world. Then maybe she’d see what he saw. Violence that didn’t care about good or bad, innocent or depraved, right or wrong.” But most of all, he wants her out of his murder investigation. 

When a key witness, a gang member and the boyfriend of the murdered teen, refuses to talk to anyone except Trevy, she's pulled back into the investigation despite Cruz’s best efforts to sideline her. Now Trevy and Cruz—two people with very different views on how to solve the problem of gang violence in the city—have to find a way to work together.

Excerpt from BROKEN PLACES - Golden Heart Award Winner for Romantic Suspense:

“Agent Larsen, I don’t know who your tagger is, but I’ll talk to Bandit. Tell me when and where.”

Securing her cooperation should have felt more like a victory, but it was a hollow one. Cruz still had one more obstacle to overcome. And it was a gamestopper. “When was the last time you saw Bandit?”

“Sunday. At the community center.” Trevy stared at him for a moment, then comprehension sparked in her eyes. “You don’t know where he is.”

“Haven’t seen him since he left the Fifth District Station. His mother said he hasn’t been home since Sunday morning. Any ideas?” And Christ, it stung to admit that to her.

She was shaking her head before he even finished the question.

“The girls in your literacy class might know where he’s hiding.”

“Forget it, Agent Larsen,” she said, each word a terse, sharp-edged slap of sound. Dr. Do-Good knew exactly where this discussion was heading. 

“Why don’t you want to talk to me? Have you been threatened by someone?”

“How long do you think the girls will continue to trust me if I let you use my relationship with them to pin the murder on Bandit?” She folded her arms across her chest. He thought she was finished speaking, but then she added, “Whether he’s guilty or not.”  

“Why would I do that?” 

“Isn’t the boyfriend or the husband always the first person you look at when a woman is murdered?”

A tight jerk of his head was all Cruz could manage. So she thought he was looking for an easy target to blame for Lola’s death. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had thought the worst of him. He was surprised by how much it stung.

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About Krista:
Krista Hall won the 2013 Golden Heart® Award for Broken Places. She lives in the Washington, D.C. area with her husband and children and newest writing companion–a chocolate Lab puppy named Rosie. | Facebook | Twitter |

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Finding My Passion

A few years ago (I won’t tell you how many), I hit the ripe old age of forty and thought my life was over. Why not? When the entertainment industry projects the idea of valuable womanhood to be young, ultra thin, and beautiful? I no longer felt young. I’ve never been ultrathin. (The smallest size I’ve ever worn was a six, but I my appetite was off at the time. One of my legs wouldn’t fit into a size zero!) And as far as beautiful goes? I’m beautiful on the inside. That’s what matters, right?

In the midst of my mid-life crisis, I was desperately searching for something to give my life meaning. I’d trained to be an accountant, but I was never going to be a partner in an accounting firm. The desire to give it all for something so…boring just wasn’t there, so I wasn’t going to reach the pinnacle of accounting success. What can I say? Accounting is not my passion. Never has been. Now it’s something I do part time to make a few bucks so I can afford to do things I’d rather do.

I’d always loved music, but there’s no venue for a middle-aged singer. By the time it appeared on the American cultural landscape, I was already too old to try out for American Idol. In my twenties, when I could have pursued the dream, I wrote a few songs, learned a few chords, and sang numerous songs with recording artists. Of course, none of them were aware of our duets. I had no idea where to begin a musical career and I was a long way from the center of the recording industry.

Maybe I played around with writing lyrics for a while because I’ve always been fascinated with the power of words. Maybe that’s why I devoured so many books, regretting the end of the story as if I’d said goodbye to a trusted friend, a dependable comforter. The right word can change more than the meaning of a sentence. It sets the tone of what’s being expressed. Whether lyrics or literature, words create moods and foster memories.

So at the ripe old age of forty, I found my passion. I’d deserted it for years, but when I searched for something to get excited about, to devote my excess energies to, I found writing again. Putting together strings of words in the hope a collection of sentences glued together into paragraphs, scenes, and chapters might create a mood and foster a memory.

So my passion is to influence the heart, mind, or soul of a reader, those avid devourers of the written word. I’m not talking about the casual reader. There are those that read and those that are readers. We know who we are.

My latest passion is a series of paranormal romantic suspense books I’m writing entitled The Haunted Hearts Series. The first book in the Haunted Hearts series is Laurel Heights

Here is a short excerpt from the book:

Since Laurel had moved into her aunt’s house, she hadn’t fallen asleep once without pharmaceutical help. The sleeping aid usually lulled her into lullaby land, but the drug seldom got her through the night without a nightmare. She was quickly running out of the prescription and would have to resort to over-the-counter antihistamines soon. The doctor she had seen in Fairview wouldn’t renew her prescription. He hadn’t wanted to prescribe it anyway. She wouldn’t be going back to him.

She lay still beneath her comforter, listening to the unusual sounds coming from the lower floor. The house made a lot of noises, especially at night. She sucked in a ragged breath when it made a few more. Thuds and bumps sounded like footfalls. Was someone in the house or was she being paranoid? Every shadow reminded her of Rand. He was in prison and would be incarcerated for a very long time, probably the rest of his life, but he could easily send one of his loyal subordinates to find her.

She wrapped her fingers around the grip of the baseball bat she kept next to her bed and hoped she wouldn’t have to use it. Confronting an intruder with a hollow piece of aluminum seemed like a lame defense. She had been considering purchasing a gun, but hadn’t done so yet. Maybe it was time. She’d have to buy one under the radar because she didn’t want anyone doing a background check on her. Acquiring a shotgun shouldn’t be too hard. It seemed everyone in Arkansas owned a firearm of some sort.

She threw off the comforter, rose from the bed, slipped across the room with the bat over her shoulder, and opened the door to peer down the hallway toward the front stairs. Nothing moved. The house was quiet. Maybe a little too quiet. Only moments before, a symphony of strange noises had disturbed the night. It was as if opening her bedroom door had turned off the sound.

She stared at the back stairs directly across from her bedroom and considered going down to the first floor to check the door locks, but nixed the idea. Locked doors wouldn’t keep someone out of the house if they really wanted to get in. Better to barricade herself in her bedroom and keep the bat close by. She slammed the door shut.

No moonlight filtered through the flimsy fabric covering the window. The moon hid behind a thick cloud cover. She tugged at the curtains, pulling them tighter to keep out the night. Before she stepped away, she caught a glimpse of something not quite right. Peeking between the curtain panels, she stared across the backyard. On the other side of the grimy window, a dim light flitted back and forth inside the detached garage.

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from Laurel Heights. The book can be purchased at the following links: Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

You can find me at these sites: Facebook, Twitter, My Website, and Suspense, She Writes Blog.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

I Write Romantic Suspense…With What???

Giveaway Alert!

I’ve been writing suspense stories for as long as I can remember. Some of them were horrible, forever to collect dust under my bed. (Yes, I started writing in the days before computers were everywhere.) Some were revised and edited into my 1st set of novellas and some were expanded, edited and formed into my 1st full-length books. I have some hot and steamy romances with some light suspense elements. I’ve also created stories at the other end of the spectrum, with a sweet romance and an intense suspense angle. Of all my romantic suspense stories, though, none has had paranormal elements. Until now.

I tend to shy away from paranormal stories. The average plots, ghosts, for example, don’t appeal to me. But a seed of an idea, one completely off the beaten paranormal path I was used to reading about, lodged into my brain. As I thought more about it, I began to jot down books or movies with paranormal elements that I did enjoy: Highlander (with immortals), Outlander (with time-traveling), Terminator (with a machine killer), Evelyn Vaughn books (Goddess Grail Keepers), Supernatural (2 brothers fighting demons of the Underworld), and The Avengers (Okay, that one was mostly for Chris Hemsworth), to name a few. So when I finally admitted to myself that I might like some paranormal stories, I allowed myself to play with some possible plot ideas. It was at this time the ideas of the Hidden Destiny series came into mind. 
Once I began drafting Wake Me, I got lost in the story. A woman who sees the future in her dreams? How would she deal with her ability when no one believed her? What thoughts would go through her mind when she had no choice but to try to decipher her dreams? Add to all that, how would she deal with a detective grounded in reality? The more I wrote, the more I wanted to write. Soon I started plotting new stories connected to this one, stories with other characters who struggle with different paranormal abilities. Wake Me may be my 1st story with paranormal elements, but it will definitely not be the last.

Her psychic dreams come true.

Sarah McKinley’s attempts to take her foreknowledge of crimes to the Seattle Police Department marked her as a troublemaker and were never taken seriously. Starting over in Austin, she plans never to reveal her gift, but shortly after she arrives, the dreams begin again, and the local police want to know why she has knowledge only the killer could possess. 

Detective Jesse Cordell watched his mother con people with her “psychic ability” all through his childhood. He hones in on Sarah, who has means, motive, and opportunity to have murdered the victim in his current investigation. Instinct tells him she didn’t commit the crime, but she definitely knows more than she’s letting on.

Can he put aside his doubts and join forces with her, against everything he believes in, to find the real killer? Or will he do his job and put her behind bars? After all, there’s no such thing as the “psychic ability.” Or is there?

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Alexa is giving THREE prizes throughout her Wake Me Blog Tour! Leave comments in any (or all!) of the tour stops and you will be in the running! So for this stop, do you like paranormal elements in your stories? If so, how much is too much?   

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Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website,

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