It's here. It's here. Halloween and Reapers. I'm so excited to be published with Changeling. Check this out and enjoy.
Menage, Bisexual and More, Holiday Themes, Dark Desire
Book Summary
Lydia Tempris had a brush with death and returned to tell the tale. Instead of seeing a white light, she was escorted by two cloaked figures. Months later she happens upon them once more, but before she can ask them any questions, they disappear.
Kiernan and Joshua are lovers and grim reapers. Together they escort certain souls to the other side. Whenever Lydia shows up, they both have a gut twisting reaction to her. One day, she catches them off guard. Kiernan wants nothing to do with her, but Joshua has been intrigued with her since day one. Defying his lover, Joshua visits her and answers her questions only to find himself attracted to her. Kiernan tries to fight his feelings for Lydia, but in the end he realizes he needs her in his life.
With Halloween approaching, Lydia finds herself falling for both grim reapers. Her best friend has been cooking something up that will shatter everything Lydia knows. Kiernan and Joshua will do anything to save the woman they love even risk their very souls.
EXCERPT:
"Are you reading the obituaries again?"
Kiernan didn't bother to look up. A tingle started in his left index finger. "She's here again, isn't she?"
The chair in front of him scraped on the concrete floor as Joshua pulled it out. His partner set their two cups on the wobbling table. Josh pulled the paper down so Kiernan had to peer into Joshua's deep green eyes. It didn't matter how hard a day he was having or how tough a collection went, when he looked into the other man's eyes Kiernan found peace. His partner smiled and the knots in Kiernan's stomach unwound.
"Yes. She's at the window. I'd say she's trying to decide if she should come in or not. Why do you keep avoiding her? She was pleasant enough when we took her. It's clear she wants something from us."
Kiernan folded the paper and set it on the table. "If we engage with one of our former clients, then we're confirming the myth grim reapers exist. How do we tell her, yes we were the ones who took your soul to the other side when you were suddenly swiped from our grasp because..."
"Ahh... Kiernan..."
"What?"
Joshua pointed to the side of the table next to him. Kiernan gritted his teeth, sensing the woman next to him. He didn't have to move his head to acknowledge her. "She's standing right behind me, isn't she?"
"Yes."
Kiernan took a sip of his coffee and made a face because there wasn't enough sugar in the milky brown liquid.
"I'm so happy to have finally caught up with the two of you."
He cringed at her cheerful voice. Kiernan finally turned and looked at her. The excited light in her eyes only meant trouble. She clutched a bag to her chest as though it held her greatest treasure. It was too late for them to blend in with the crowd or disappear from sight. She had hunted them down. The first time, he thought it was a coincidence, but it kept happening. As it turned out, it took him awhile to figure out the tingle in his left index finger was a warning sign. Right now his finger cramped and his stomach churned.
Kiernan pushed the pain aside, and focused on her. The sun accented the red highlights in her chocolate brown hair. It fell in waves past her shoulders. Her skin was tan, but not overly so. It gave her a healthy glow. However, the lines etched around her eyes showed she had been fretting.
Something about her struck him as rather odd. He couldn't place what the exact thing was and he was annoyed. "What do you want?"
"Where are your manners, Ki?" Joshua pushed out a chair for her.
"Thank you." She slid into the seat between the two of them, holding her bag in her lap.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Uh... you don't have to..."
"Nonsense, what do you want?" Joshua placed a hand on her arm.
Kiernan glared at his partner, who didn't seem to be fazed by the dirty look he flashed him. Instead, his smile widened. He's doing it on purpose. He wants me to talk to her.
"Mocha please. Heavy on the chocolate. Thank you."
"Of course. Ki, do you want anything else?"
"I'm fine," he growled. The table creaked and his hands hurt. He was clutching the table's edge so tightly it was close to snapping. Kiernan let out a breath and released the edge. He rubbed his hands together and focused on the woman. He had never paid much attention to her. Now, after all this time of following them, she had managed to sneak up on them.
They had always evaded her because it was easier. At this moment, she had them pinned down. I might as well interact with her. Joshua will have my head if I don't. "What's your name?"
"Lydia." She stuck out her hand.
He studied her perfectly painted, dark purple nails. At least the color was decent. "Nice to meet you. What do you want?"
"Right." Lydia pulled back her hand and forced a smile. "I had hoped you would look something over for me and maybe give me input; explain a few things about what happened to me that night."
"What night are you referring to?" Kiernan wasn't about to admit anything.
Her mouth screwed up in a scowl, deepening the lines around her eyes. And when he looked into those golden brown eyes he could see they were haunted with the questions she posed to him now. "Don't be coy. I know you and your friend were there the day I was electrocuted. I remember you removed me from my kitchen and brought me outside. My house was on fire. The electrical pole had squished another man whom the paramedics were assisting. However, your friend had the same man standing next to him. It's not normal to have someone be in two places at once." Her voice kept rising the longer she talked, drawing unwanted attention to them.
"Keep your voice down." He took her elbow, and shushed her when he noticed the stares from the other patrons.
"Don't want me drawing attention to you? Think I'm crazy? I can make a scene."
Kiernan took in a deep breath. A scene was not something he needed. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled. I'd best answer her questions before she riles up the whole place. "Look, if I talk to you this once, will you leave me and my partner alone?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Josh set a cup before her and sat back down. "I had them add more chocolate. I'm Joshua. Kiernan is the unfriendly grump over there." The woman's frown turned into a magnificent smile that almost changed Kiernan's opinion of her.
"I'm Lydia Tempris. You pulled me from the fire in my house after I was electrocuted. Well, he did," she gestured with her chin toward Kiernan. "But I remember you were also there." She grabbed the cup and took a small swig.
Kiernan sipped his coffee. Lydia pulled out a few sheets of paper from her bag. "Is this your manifesto about your journey to the other side and how you saw a great long tunnel? Blah, blah, blah?" He chuckled at the ideas humans had about death. They wrapped the natural transition up in mystery, blanketed death in ritual when it was as simple as keeping the souls moving from one place to the next. He was a facilitator, a glorified babysitter. Their list of souls, when they had one, held about fifty souls at a time. It took a day or two to transition all of them. When he and Joshua weren't punching the clock, they had a respite. This disruption had better be worth it because she was interrupting his alone time with the man he loved.
"I was there," Joshua admitted.
Lydia pulled out a pen to take notes as Joshua talked. "So were you the ones who called Emergency Services? Did you bring the two of us to the hospital?"
"What makes you think that we called the paramedics for two crispy critters?" Kiernan scoffed.
"I was electrocuted and the other guy was squished. We weren't crispy."
Kiernan shook his head. "Okay. Fine. I admit we called so the fire department could bash in your door and pull your lifeless body from the charred remains of your kitchen. I'm surprised you didn't come out as a crispy critter. They did tell you, you died, right?"
Her brows furrowed. The wheels turned in her head. Lydia sipped at her coffee, but her hand shook so much it sloshed over the side of the cup and onto her fingers. She didn't even seem to notice. "Yes. They said it was a miracle they revived me because I was clinically dead."
"What do you remember?" Joshua glared at Kiernan.
"I watched the ambulance come. We talked about it and then we walked along the street until the mist engulfed us. Before I knew it, we were in a graveyard with really old stones. You were telling the other guy to keep moving because he was twitchy and you got all pissy because I stopped. I felt something."
Kiernan rolled his eyes. "Yes. Yes. You felt a jolt because they were working on you. Before I could answer any more of your incessant questions you vanished. Popping back into your body. You woke up in the hospital and said 'Oh shit!' You decided to take some time to reevaluate your life. Maybe you embarked on a vision quest to discover the meaning of it all because you saw the light, felt the peace of the environment you were in, and by some fluke you happen to recall you were dead. Lucky you."
"Wow. You're an ass, you know that?" Lydia gathered up her papers and shoved them back into her bag. "I wanted some clarification about what happened to me. Just my luck I'd get a dick for a grim reaper. I assume that is what you are. I'm not dense, and I'm not crazy."
"Yes. We are grim reapers, Lydia." Joshua tried to smooth her ruffled feathers.
She held up her hand. "I don't know how you put up with him." Lydia left the table and walked out of the door.
A wave of relief flooded Kiernan as she climbed into her car and drove away. Good riddance. He drank his coffee. He had never tasted better. He went to pick up the newspaper again when he felt a sharp pain on his shin. "Ouch," he cried out.
"You are an ass," Josh declared.
"What?"
"She came here to sort out what happened to her."
"She's an annoying mortal. Female at that."
"I don't care. How often do we talk with or have them come seek us out?"
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Thursday, October 8, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
Coming Friday from Changeling Press: All Hallows Reaping & October Frights Blog Hop
Look what I have coming out this week with Changeling Press?I'm so excited to have this new book come out with them.
Check out the Excerpt below and don't forget to keep on hopping in the October Frights 2015 Blog Hop.
Menage, Bisexual and More, Holiday Themes, Dark Desire
Book Summary
Lydia Tempris had a brush with death and returned to tell the tale. Instead of seeing a white light, she was escorted by two cloaked figures. Months later she happens upon them once more, but before she can ask them any questions, they disappear.
Kiernan and Joshua are lovers and grim reapers. Together they escort certain souls to the other side. Whenever Lydia shows up, they both have a gut twisting reaction to her. One day, she catches them off guard. Kiernan wants nothing to do with her, but Joshua has been intrigued with her since day one. Defying his lover, Joshua visits her and answers her questions only to find himself attracted to her. Kiernan tries to fight his feelings for Lydia, but in the end he realizes he needs her in his life.
With Halloween approaching, Lydia finds herself falling for both grim reapers. Her best friend has been cooking something up that will shatter everything Lydia knows. Kiernan and Joshua will do anything to save the woman they love even risk their very souls.
EXCERPT:
"Are you reading the obituaries again?"
Kiernan didn't bother to look up. A tingle started in his left index finger. "She's here again, isn't she?"
The chair in front of him scraped on the concrete floor as Joshua pulled it out. His partner set their two cups on the wobbling table. Josh pulled the paper down so Kiernan had to peer into Joshua's deep green eyes. It didn't matter how hard a day he was having or how tough a collection went, when he looked into the other man's eyes Kiernan found peace. His partner smiled and the knots in Kiernan's stomach unwound.
"Yes. She's at the window. I'd say she's trying to decide if she should come in or not. Why do you keep avoiding her? She was pleasant enough when we took her. It's clear she wants something from us."
Kiernan folded the paper and set it on the table. "If we engage with one of our former clients, then we're confirming the myth grim reapers exist. How do we tell her, yes we were the ones who took your soul to the other side when you were suddenly swiped from our grasp because..."
"Ahh... Kiernan..."
"What?"
Joshua pointed to the side of the table next to him. Kiernan gritted his teeth, sensing the woman next to him. He didn't have to move his head to acknowledge her. "She's standing right behind me, isn't she?"
"Yes."
Kiernan took a sip of his coffee and made a face because there wasn't enough sugar in the milky brown liquid.
"I'm so happy to have finally caught up with the two of you."
He cringed at her cheerful voice. Kiernan finally turned and looked at her. The excited light in her eyes only meant trouble. She clutched a bag to her chest as though it held her greatest treasure. It was too late for them to blend in with the crowd or disappear from sight. She had hunted them down. The first time, he thought it was a coincidence, but it kept happening. As it turned out, it took him awhile to figure out the tingle in his left index finger was a warning sign. Right now his finger cramped and his stomach churned.
Kiernan pushed the pain aside, and focused on her. The sun accented the red highlights in her chocolate brown hair. It fell in waves past her shoulders. Her skin was tan, but not overly so. It gave her a healthy glow. However, the lines etched around her eyes showed she had been fretting.
Something about her struck him as rather odd. He couldn't place what the exact thing was and he was annoyed. "What do you want?"
"Where are your manners, Ki?" Joshua pushed out a chair for her.
"Thank you." She slid into the seat between the two of them, holding her bag in her lap.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Uh... you don't have to..."
"Nonsense, what do you want?" Joshua placed a hand on her arm.
Kiernan glared at his partner, who didn't seem to be fazed by the dirty look he flashed him. Instead, his smile widened. He's doing it on purpose. He wants me to talk to her.
"Mocha please. Heavy on the chocolate. Thank you."
"Of course. Ki, do you want anything else?"
"I'm fine," he growled. The table creaked and his hands hurt. He was clutching the table's edge so tightly it was close to snapping. Kiernan let out a breath and released the edge. He rubbed his hands together and focused on the woman. He had never paid much attention to her. Now, after all this time of following them, she had managed to sneak up on them.
They had always evaded her because it was easier. At this moment, she had them pinned down. I might as well interact with her. Joshua will have my head if I don't. "What's your name?"
"Lydia." She stuck out her hand.
He studied her perfectly painted, dark purple nails. At least the color was decent. "Nice to meet you. What do you want?"
"Right." Lydia pulled back her hand and forced a smile. "I had hoped you would look something over for me and maybe give me input; explain a few things about what happened to me that night."
"What night are you referring to?" Kiernan wasn't about to admit anything.
Her mouth screwed up in a scowl, deepening the lines around her eyes. And when he looked into those golden brown eyes he could see they were haunted with the questions she posed to him now. "Don't be coy. I know you and your friend were there the day I was electrocuted. I remember you removed me from my kitchen and brought me outside. My house was on fire. The electrical pole had squished another man whom the paramedics were assisting. However, your friend had the same man standing next to him. It's not normal to have someone be in two places at once." Her voice kept rising the longer she talked, drawing unwanted attention to them.
"Keep your voice down." He took her elbow, and shushed her when he noticed the stares from the other patrons.
"Don't want me drawing attention to you? Think I'm crazy? I can make a scene."
Kiernan took in a deep breath. A scene was not something he needed. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled. I'd best answer her questions before she riles up the whole place. "Look, if I talk to you this once, will you leave me and my partner alone?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Josh set a cup before her and sat back down. "I had them add more chocolate. I'm Joshua. Kiernan is the unfriendly grump over there." The woman's frown turned into a magnificent smile that almost changed Kiernan's opinion of her.
"I'm Lydia Tempris. You pulled me from the fire in my house after I was electrocuted. Well, he did," she gestured with her chin toward Kiernan. "But I remember you were also there." She grabbed the cup and took a small swig.
Kiernan sipped his coffee. Lydia pulled out a few sheets of paper from her bag. "Is this your manifesto about your journey to the other side and how you saw a great long tunnel? Blah, blah, blah?" He chuckled at the ideas humans had about death. They wrapped the natural transition up in mystery, blanketed death in ritual when it was as simple as keeping the souls moving from one place to the next. He was a facilitator, a glorified babysitter. Their list of souls, when they had one, held about fifty souls at a time. It took a day or two to transition all of them. When he and Joshua weren't punching the clock, they had a respite. This disruption had better be worth it because she was interrupting his alone time with the man he loved.
"I was there," Joshua admitted.
Lydia pulled out a pen to take notes as Joshua talked. "So were you the ones who called Emergency Services? Did you bring the two of us to the hospital?"
"What makes you think that we called the paramedics for two crispy critters?" Kiernan scoffed.
"I was electrocuted and the other guy was squished. We weren't crispy."
Kiernan shook his head. "Okay. Fine. I admit we called so the fire department could bash in your door and pull your lifeless body from the charred remains of your kitchen. I'm surprised you didn't come out as a crispy critter. They did tell you, you died, right?"
Her brows furrowed. The wheels turned in her head. Lydia sipped at her coffee, but her hand shook so much it sloshed over the side of the cup and onto her fingers. She didn't even seem to notice. "Yes. They said it was a miracle they revived me because I was clinically dead."
"What do you remember?" Joshua glared at Kiernan.
"I watched the ambulance come. We talked about it and then we walked along the street until the mist engulfed us. Before I knew it, we were in a graveyard with really old stones. You were telling the other guy to keep moving because he was twitchy and you got all pissy because I stopped. I felt something."
Kiernan rolled his eyes. "Yes. Yes. You felt a jolt because they were working on you. Before I could answer any more of your incessant questions you vanished. Popping back into your body. You woke up in the hospital and said 'Oh shit!' You decided to take some time to reevaluate your life. Maybe you embarked on a vision quest to discover the meaning of it all because you saw the light, felt the peace of the environment you were in, and by some fluke you happen to recall you were dead. Lucky you."
"Wow. You're an ass, you know that?" Lydia gathered up her papers and shoved them back into her bag. "I wanted some clarification about what happened to me. Just my luck I'd get a dick for a grim reaper. I assume that is what you are. I'm not dense, and I'm not crazy."
"Yes. We are grim reapers, Lydia." Joshua tried to smooth her ruffled feathers.
She held up her hand. "I don't know how you put up with him." Lydia left the table and walked out of the door.
A wave of relief flooded Kiernan as she climbed into her car and drove away. Good riddance. He drank his coffee. He had never tasted better. He went to pick up the newspaper again when he felt a sharp pain on his shin. "Ouch," he cried out.
"You are an ass," Josh declared.
"What?"
"She came here to sort out what happened to her."
"She's an annoying mortal. Female at that."
"I don't care. How often do we talk with or have them come seek us out?"
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Guest Post: Reap & Repent by Lisa Medley
Today let's welcome back Lisa Medley to the blog today as she shares with us her book Reap & Repent.
Reap & Repent
by Lisa Medley
Don't fear the reaper. Lust after him. REAP & REPENT
Pre-Order 99¢ until March 3! http://amzn.to/1AvrNfb
Urban Fantasy
Romance: Reapers and Demons and Angels and Sex.
Words 84K * 326
pages
Series: The Reaper
Series, Book 1
Exclusively on
AMAZON here: http://amzn.to/1AvrNfb
They see death. Can they share a life?
Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then
she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his
gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.
Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than
two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by
anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires
that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.
A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his
own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect.
When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be
able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to
wield her newfound powers.
Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
What does a guy have to do around here to get
some service? Deacon Walker marveled as
he glared at the undulating queue of grotesque reapers in front of him.
For all that’s holy, move
the hell along already.
It had been a long week,
and it wasn’t over yet. He needed to make at least one more pass through the
hospital circuit before he could call it a day. He could already feel the tug of
a freshly departed soul. Again. People were dropping like
flies lately.
He massaged his brow,
trying to soothe his exhausted patience as the line inched forward at a snail’s
pace.
He was worn thin. Over the
past few weeks, three demon soul poachers had popped up in his fair city of
Meridian like poisonous mushrooms after a hard rain.
While it wasn’t unheard of
for one to slip out from Hell every now and then, three was a nightmare.
When it got topside, a
demon’s M.O. was to steal a human body, poach a few souls from the dead and
dying, and then make its merry way back to Hell, taking its host’s soul along
for the ride. The only way to save the souls a poacher was carrying was to
behead the host with a scythe. Not a pretty thing to do, but the poor suckers
were too far gone by then to survive anyway. No human could withstand the
pressures of being ridden by a demon. And it was worth it to save a handful of
souls, not to mention inconveniencing the demon.
Deacon refused to lose any
souls from his territory. At all. So far the score was Deacon, 3. Demons, 0.
As a reaper, carrying souls
to Purgatory for judgment was his job and he wasn’t about to cede his territory
to poachers who used up their hosts like they were disposable Tupperware. So
now, in addition to his normal day job, he also had to keep an eye out for more
demon invaders.
While demons burned through
most human hosts in a matter of days, some in a matter of hours, they had
discovered long ago that under the right circumstances they could ride a reaper.
Of course, they couldn’t just worm their way in like they did with humans—they
had to be invited. But once a deal was struck? They were in.
And reapers? Yeah, they
could hang on for decades inside a reaper. Deacon knew that fact firsthand. His
stomach twisted at the thought, but he shook it off, looking ahead with a heavy
sigh.
Seriously, this line?
Still. Not. Moving?
God, he needed a freakin’
vacation. Extended. He dragged a hand through his hair in frustration as his
mind flipped through postcard-esque locations of reapings past. He snarled at
the thought of New Orleans in summer. He would definitely want to go someplace
cool—cool as in frigid, not hip. He was sick of the heat, and it was only the
beginning of summer in the semitropical Midwest.
Come to think of it, he was
sick of a lot of things.
This place was high on the
list. It was as hot as…well, Hell actually. Or at least what he imagined Hell
to be, although he’d never actually been there. Thank God. Steam rose from
random cracks in the stone floor of the underground station, veiling the place
in a humid sulfur stench.
He pushed forward, finally
making his way to the front to deposit his cargo of souls. He didn’t bother
chatting. In. Out. Move on. It was a motto that served him well.
Mission completed, he
hustled through the crowd, forgoing the bar-side frivolity of some of the more
socially inclined reapers and their small talk about their glory days in the
field or—even better—the missteps of the newest reapers. Newbies often tested
their limits to humorous if not disastrous effect at least once in their early
careers. That was exactly why new reapers had mentors or at least worked in
teams. From all the laughter, he could tell that the stories were good ones. It
didn’t tempt him.
He slapped his palm against
the black granite monolith and flashed out of Purgatory to what he prayed was
his last stop of the day.
Author
Bio:
Lisa has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and
now she writes about them, because monsters need love too.
She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees, and a guinea pig.
She adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a farm full of them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one child, one husband, two dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees, and a guinea pig.
She may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out
bag in her trunk at all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.
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