If we were to come to your house for a meal, what would you
give us to eat?
I’d probably give you either spaghetti or Steak.
Are you a romantic?
I am, but hubby isn’t, so I’ve learned to be a “practical
romantic”.
Do you listen to music when you're writing?
Yes, I listen to movie scores. If the music has words, I start singing, and
well, we know how bad THAT can turn out.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
Sometimes – if I’m having trouble with passages I will. But mostly I read it silently, and force
myself to read it slowly and not do my normal “skim” I like to do when I
read. However, I have heard SheWolf read
aloud – it’s in audio book, and the first time I heard any of the samples, I
cried. My words in audio. That was so special to me. So if you want to know what made me cry,
SheWolf is available on audio at both Amazon.com and Audible.com
What are your future ambitions?
To continue to write stories that catch people by surprise
for many years to come.
Trapped on a
planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural gifts
that set them apart from the world. They
live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on this
backward planet known as Earth. That is
until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman whose gifts
rival his own. Determined to find why
this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he arranges a
meeting.
But Tamara,
embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose and a
sure knowledge he is her soul mate.
Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has
raged for millennia in Egypt
The only way to
stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must gain the same
from her. The ensuing sensual
relationship is filled with romance, lust and love. Their relationship is tested by an unnatural
evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the
day? Or will the ancient gods and
goddesses of Egypt
Teaser Excerpt:
Tamara
pulled out the costume with a grin. It was red. Fire red. Small bits of orange
peeked beneath the folds, enhancing the image. This would be perfect for her
youngest sister who always teased her about the fire she herself wielded. She
held the costume before her, judging its size. A spark of energy caught her
attention, and she raised her eyes to Ramose. He was moving toward her, his
muscles tight, his face pale in the darkened light. But his eyes, they burned
with unfettered need.
Tamara
swallowed. Hard. Never in her life had she expected to see any man, much less
Ramose, look at her the way he did now. What had she done to trigger such a response?
Maybe he thought shopping was sexy. Hell, it didn’t matter. He had the look of
a man ready to cross to the next level in their relationship. No, not the next
level. He looked ready to leap all the way past and into a new relationship.
His eyes were filled with need, but other emotions glimmered beneath the
surface. Possession. Relief. Stark, irreversible hunger.
Before
she could utter a word, he was there, pulling the dress from her fingers,
handing it to the shopkeeper still standing beside her.
He
spoke in rapid Arabic, handing the man cash. The store owner protested loudly,
probably hoping for a good bartering session.
Ramose
totally ignored him, his focus glued only on her. Never had he seemed so tall.
Powerful. And even imposing. Tamara stepped back. Just moments before, he’d
stood across the room, silent, watching. Now his scent whispered over her, dark
and sensuous. Her blood rushed through her veins, heating her body in response.
She bit her lip at the sudden onslaught of emotions and need building inside
her. Inside, her heart fluttered in panic, while the rest of her body yearned
for him. She was part rabbit, part tigress. She was terrified. She was starved.
“I can….” She could what? Pay for it herself?
Ramose
leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ears, his breath feathering
across her neck.
“Nanik,”
he whispered fiercely.
Mine,
her mind translated.
Tamara’s
heartbeat spiked, and her knees weakened. She grabbed the clothing rack and
struggled to breath, yet it was impossible. Not with him so close. So hungry.
Did he suddenly recognize her as his soul mate? Did he have that skill as well?
She tipped her face to meet his gaze. Heat coiled low in her belly. His scent
stripped her of her desire for control. The fear fluttered inside her, yet she
ached for more, to feel his lips against her flesh.
The
hard lines of his jaw, shadowed by the late afternoon beard, combined with the
power surging from his being, gave him the look of a warrior of old. Demanding.
Powerful. And sexy as hell.
Her
body moved of its own accord, leaning forward, blending his heat with her own.
Muscles inside her softened, melting, while others drew taut, hungry for his
touch. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes heavy, her mind and body drugged by this
man’s desire.
“Ramose—”
But
he wanted none of her words. His eyes silenced her, as though he were afraid
she’d reject him. Long, warm fingers closed over hers. It was the first touch
of what she hoped was soon to be more. The pulse in her throat beat a rapid
staccato message. Need. Fear. She wasn’t even sure which held more power.
When
the shopkeeper returned, Ramose held out his hand, not even looking at the man.
His fingers closed around the plastic bag, and, without a word, he turned,
escorting her out the door.
Once outside, they moved past the small shop,
pressed inward by the throngs of people surrounding them. He didn’t seem to
care. He stopped, right in the middle of crowd, tugging her hand until she
turned to face him. His eyes raked over her, searching. With calloused fingers,
he brushed away the wisp of hair now falling in her face. The heat from his
fingers burned her flesh, regardless of his gift of ice.
“Kha-Ib.”
The
word was so soft, so worshipful, she had to strain to hear it. Tamara shook her
head. “What, Ramose, what is it?”
“Nanik,”
he whispered again, his gaze softening, offering her a smile of wonder.
Oblivious
to the crowd surrounding them, Tamara’s knees wobbled. She should be running,
racing to her hotel to block away the world. This was too fast. Too dangerous.
And, yet, the sudden possessiveness in his response only built the hunger
inside her. Her gaze moved to his lips.
She
wanted to feel him. Against her mouth. Hungry. God, what was wrong with her?
His arm hooked about her waist, and, as his head lowered, she tipped her face
to meet him. Wanting. Breathless.
His
gaze held hers, even as his face inched closer.
When
at long last their lips met, her heart, the one she was sure had quit beating,
exploded in her chest, pounding as though to crack her ribs. The exquisite heat
of his lips burned against hers. Oh, God. Please. Please what?
He
groaned when she wrapped her arms about his neck, drawing even closer to him.
He swept his tongue over her lips. She needed no further encouragement. For the
first time in her life, she didn’t hesitate when a man touched her. She opened.
And, when their tongues met, it was divine.
The
inside of his mouth was hot and hungry, his taste an explosion of wild
masculine heat, and, yet, he swept in slowly, as though in wonder, tasting her.
The chill of his mouth drew her, cooling the overwhelming heat burning inside
her. The combination of need and gentleness sent a shudder of hunger through
her body, and she wanted more, needed to crawl even closer.
My writing career however
began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the
weekly base paper. The articles ranged
from climatological data to full center fold articles on the destructive forces
of hurricanes. As I increased in rank,
my writing changed to more technological instruction, including such works
as WSR-88D Doppler Radar Data
Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station Operating
Procedures.
But my early writing wasn’t
limited only to the technological side.
I’ve written multiple dog training and behavior articles for canine
websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also the Ask Blackjack column, a
fun training column in the voice of my labrador retriever, then a young pup.
My first book, SheWolf, won
2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism awards.
I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who
is also retired Air Force. We live in North Carolina
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5 comments:
Thank you for hosting today.
Really great excerpt. Sounds like a wonderful story.
Movie scores...an interesting compromise!
vitajex(At)aol(Dot)com
Great interview!!
This book sounds like something I need to put in my wish list pile... Thanks for sharing...
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Still tweeting for you Teresa! Another great blog stop
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