Hi, all! I’ve heard back from my publisher, and here are the cities I’ll be traveling to while celebrating Up From The Grave‘s release on January 28th. For every store except Malaprops, author Pamela Palmer will be my tour partner as she celebrates the release of Wulfe Untamed.
January 28th Malaprops Book Store in Asheville, NC at 7pm. Event will be live-streamed online; link to follow.
January 30th: Barnes and Noble in Cary, NC at 7pm
January 31st: Laurelwood Books in Memphis, TN at 6:30pm
February 1st: Joseph Beth Book in Lexington, KY. Time to be determined
February 2nd: Books and Co. in Dayton, OH at 2pm
February 4th: Barnes and Noble in Homestead, PA at 7pm
February 15th: Turn The Page book store in Boonsboro, MD at 2pm. (I believe Nora Roberts and other authors will be at this signing, too. Confirmation to come.)
Hope to see some of you there!
Also, I’ve been promising to post a scene from Up From The Grave, so here you go. Don’t worry, there aren’t any plot spoilers, which is why it’s been hard finding something to post since so many scenes have spoilers. Also, since Ian has a lot of fans, I chose one with him in it . As a brief setup description, Cat and Bones are staking out someone with important information, and Ian has chosen to tag along. Hope you enjoy!
Copyright UP FROM THE GRAVE by Jeaniene Frost:
“We could follow her home, take her there,” I suggested.
“She doesn’t live around here,” a sleep-thickened voice stated from the backseat.
Ian. I’d almost forgotten he was here, probably because he’d been napping the past seven hours while Bones and I staked out the parking garage. Now he sat up in a slouch, sliding his black satin sleep mask up to his hairline.
“She’d live near the pickup point, not the drop-off location,” he continued, blinking at the bright sunlight streaming into our car. “Which one is she?”
“The brunette wearing the UPS uniform,” I said, pointing at her as she walked briskly toward the elevator. From our parked position on top of a hill across the street, we had a good view of the multi-level garage, which was why we’d chosen the spot.
Ian stared until she disappeared inside the elevator. Then he glanced back at me.
“Don’t fret, poppet. I’ll get her.”
“We need to do this discreetly. If I wanted to make a colossal scene, I’d just drag her off kicking and screaming now,” I said, not adding, “dumb ass” only because he was family.
“She’ll come without a fuss,” Ian said with confidence.
“You can’t green-eye her in the elevator, it’ll have video surveillance. So will the garage,” I retorted.
“I don’t need these,” Ian said, flashing emerald in his turquoise gaze for a split second, “when I have this.”
With a casual swipe of his hand, he ripped his shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Another swipe took his sleep mask all the way off. Finally, he finger-combed his shoulder-length hair and smiled at his reflection in the rearview mirror.
“I am, after all, irresistible.”
I couldn’t contain my snort. “I resisted you just fine the day we met, or don’t you remember me sticking a knife in your chest?”
Ian smiled with lazy wickedness. “I remember, but you seem to have forgotten that you kissed me first. And thoroughly enjoyed it.”
Caught off guard, I flushed. Hey, I’d been celibate for over four years at the time—I hadn’t been thinking clearly!
“Ian,” Bones drew out warningly.
He waved a hand. “Stop growling, Crispin. I’m well over my former attraction to your wife, but the point remains that I’m stunning.”
With that, he got out of the car and sauntered off with his open shirt flapping behind him like twin mini capes.
“Get back here,” I hissed, not shouting only because we were still trying to be incognito.
Ian blew a kiss over his shoulder and kept walking, heading down the hill toward the parking garage. Bones stayed my hand when I would’ve yanked the car door open to go after him.
“Let him try, Kitten. Hooks work best when they’re baited.”
They did, but the female courier came off as too shrewd to bite into this particular piece of bait. I only hoped Ian didn’t blow our cover after his bare-chested sashaying failed to sweep her off her feet.
“For the record, I tried to stop this,” I said grimly. Then I turned my attention back to Ian.
The afternoon sun gave his copper-hued hair golden highlights and he made sure that the hard lines of his chest and abdomen were on full display as his pace kept his shirt billowing behind him. Grudgingly, I had to admit that several heads turned, and more than a few cars slowed down as female drivers gave him a second, third, and fourth look. Ian responded by flashing them a dazzling smile, making him appear almost angelic to anyone who didn’t know that he was a conscienceless slut.
As he crossed the street, a downward tug on his waistband had his jeans sitting even lower on his hips. Another couple inches, and he’d be flashing groin cleavage, and from the avid stares aimed his way, that could be met with spontaneous applause.
“Have some dignity, ladies,” I muttered.
Then Ian surprised me by grabbing the nearest bystander who wasn’t gawking at him and yanking the man close enough to kiss. For a second, I wondered what the hell he was doing, but Bones said, “She’s back,” and my gaze snapped to the parking garage elevator again.
The brunette got out on the street level and headed straight to the sidewalk where she’d parked. No surprise to see that the briefcase she’d arrived with was now gone. From her thoughts, she was less watchful since the drop had been successfully made, but she still gave her surroundings a thorough once-over as she walked toward her car.
Which meant she saw Ian the moment he staggered into her path, the stranger he’d accosted now shoving him and ripping at his pants. My brows went up, but then the man snatched Ian’s wallet out of his front pocket and, with a final shove that sent him sprawling, ran off.
“Blasted sod stole my wallet!” Ian shouted.
The brunette paused about a dozen feet away. I was focused on her thoughts, so I knew the moment when her natural—and correct!—wariness was trumped by something else. She stared at Ian, who was on his back with his legs splayed and head bent. Then he flipped his hair back, revealing his face as he sat up so slowly, you couldn’t help but notice the muscles rippling across his chest and abs.
Oh yeah, he was piling it on thick.
“Do you have a mobile?” he asked, his English accent more pronounced. “I should call the police. I’ve just been robbed.”
“Mobile? You mean cell phone?” she asked while Stop STARING, Barbara! flashed across her mind.
Barbara. Now we knew her real name. No one used an alias to talk to themselves.
“Yes,” he said. Then he looked down at his bare chest, as if he hadn’t ripped his shirt open himself.
“What a state I’m in,” Ian continued, actually managing to sound rueful and shaken at the same time. “Bloke near tore my clothes off trying to get my wallet. Drugs, I suspect.”
Caution urged Barbara to leave the gorgeous stranger alone, but she ignored that and came closer anyway. I was both glad and disgusted. Way to blow up Ian’s ego and deflate feminism at the same time, Barb!
Then a cluster of people blocked them from view. I tensed, ready to spring into action, but in the next moment, feminine choruses of “You poor thing!” “Are you okay?” and “Let me help you!” rang out.
Ian’s other admirers had descended on the scene.
“Unbelievable,” I breathed. By merely walking down the street shirtless, he’d managed to round up a harem.
“Ladies, thank you, but I’m well taken care of,” Ian said. Barbara’s thoughts split between logic telling her to leave and pleasure over the handsome man’s confidence in her. When Ian continued to rebuff the other women in favor of her, her indecisiveness crumpled.
“Are all of you deaf?” she snapped, her authoritative voice rising above the others. “Leave, before he calls the cops for harassment, too!”
With a few final grumbles, the would-be harem dispersed, allowing me to see the look of gratitude mixed with sensual promise that Ian bestowed on Barbara.
That did it. She closed the last few feet between them without hesitation, holding out her cell phone. When his fingers curled around hers as he took it, “Cold hands,” drifted through her mind before his gaze locked onto hers and lit up with bright, mesmerizing green.
Oh shit, was her last conscious thought.
“I told you this would be easy,” Ian said, and he wasn’t talking to her.
Bones started the car. I looked away, not needing to see Ian climb into Barbara’s to know that the two of them would soon be following us.
“There’ll be no living with him now,” I said under my breath.
Bones grunted in amusement. “As always, Kitten.”
Mirrored from Frost Light.
Dani leaves her home to work for the Fox in the hopes that her father really will get better and take care of her little sister Anna, but when she arrives at the isolated lab where she trains in combat techniques, she wonders how high a price she'll have to pay for her sister's safety. Reading this prequel makes me want to read the opening of ALTERED again. It's Bourne Identity for Teens pitch works perfectly here as well. a quick and intriguing novella. (Little, Brown, 2013)
When Maggie's grandfather dies and leaves his $10 million fortune to whoever can solve the mystery of what happened to her sister eight years ago, she is pitted against her brother, high school boyfriend, and ex-best friend in a search through their past. I won the first installment of this six-part series, and readily bought the next five as they came out because I enjoyed the characters and mystery so much. A sexy, adult mystery that is perfect for pleasure reading. (Intermix, 2013)
- Just learned that one of my ancestors was charged with "pig bewitchment" in 1656. He was found not guilty. So I am one of the few people who can definitely say I am NOT descended from a pig bewitcher.
- If you are looking for a free way to make your own website, I highly recommend Weebly.com. I update mine all the time. So nice not to have to go through someone.
- It was so cold on my run this morning! 24 and blowing snow. Found myself wishing for a baclava, then realized I meant balaclava. Thank goodness wishes aren't granted. Like what if I wished for a neck gaiter but got the wrong kind?
- I feel like I am behind on everything: email, two book deadlines, sorting out my parent's stuff.
- At the same time, I need to make more time for reading. It's one of my greatest pleasures, so why I am trying to live on 20 minutes a day?
A gift beyond measure
By its very definition, “photography” is “to write or draw with light.” I'm one who's drawn to light, as a rule, and I tend to notice things other people don't. But my new camera invites me to look even closer. I'm learning to twist the lens just so, in a way that brings near the things I might otherwise have overlooked: sharp edges and rounded corners, bold patterns and rough textures, saturated and sun-bleached colors.
It comes more naturally to me in some areas than others, but I'm doing my level best to remember Leonard Cohen's admonition:
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
It's a messy thing, this bearing witness.
I recently posted a picture of Sparty the Dog and Marsie the Cat on Facebook. For those of you who don’t know, Marsie and Sparty love each other.
Marsie is named after Mars and also (cough) after 30 Seconds to Mars, the epic band of awesomeness that totally helped inspire the NEED series.
Sparty is named after Spartacus, slave rebellion leader.
You would think that with these names Sparty and Marsie would be toughies. They are not toughies as the photos below show.
It begins with Sparty on the floor of the living room looking forlorn. Will Marsie ignore him? Will she rub her tail and side against his muzzle claiming ownership? What will happen?
“Please, please, please….” thinks Sparty. He expresses this thought by snorting.
Marsie responds to this look by flopping on her side and stretching out her paw. In cat language this means, “Come hither.” Or… sometimes in cat language this means, “I am going to claw your face off.”
Poor Sparty does not know what to think. Will it be a time for love? Or a time for scratching? A time of paw holding? Or a time of hisses and gouging?
“Love is hard,” he thinks. He expresses this thought by expelling gas out of his rectum. Sparty is after all part lab.
Luckily, Marsie likes the stinkiness of the Lab today. She reaches out her paw and voila! Love.
Then I could make a lovely thing;
But I am stung with goads and whips,
So I build songs like iron ships.
Let it be something for my song,
If it is sometimes swift and strong.
- The Singer by Anna Wickham
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- Current Mood: hungry
- Current Music:Supernatural score music
Many of you know that I’m friends with Ilona Andrews. She’s a #1 New York Times bestselling author and all-around great lady (plus, if you ever get the chance, ply her with Long Island iced tea! I promise that hilarity will ensure ).
A while ago, Ilona started releasing free bits of a new paranormal serial story online (I described it as “Men In Black” meets the UF genre). Readers, not surprisingly, clamored for more. Eventually, Ilona decided to have the story professionally edited, commissioned original digital artwork for the characters as well as the book cover, and re-released it in its entirety for purchase. As you can imagine, she had quite a few people tell her that she was putting too much time, effort, and money into something that wouldn’t pay off because she’d previously posted the story for free.
CLEAN SWEEP, the first story in the Innkeeper Chronicles, released this week on Amazon and B&N, where it’s currently rocking a 5-star review rating and a kick-ass sales ranking. Of course, I couldn’t be happier for Ilona. I also think it’s really cool that CLEAN SWEEP has character artwork pasted right into the story. Aside from comics or graphic novels, I can’t remember seeing that in regular ebooks, but I wouldn’t mind if it become a trend. Here’s the info on CLEAN SWEEP, if you want to check it out:
On the outside, Dina Demille is the epitome of normal. She runs a quaint Victorian Bed and Breakfast in a small Texas town, owns a Shih Tzu named Beast, and is a perfect neighbor, whose biggest problem should be what to serve her guests for breakfast. But Dina is…different: Her broom is a deadly weapon; her Inn is magic and thinks for itself. Meant to be a lodging for otherworldly visitors, the only permanent guest is a retired Galactic aristocrat who can’t leave the grounds because she’s responsible for the deaths of millions and someone might shoot her on sight. Under the circumstances, “normal” is a bit of a stretch for Dina.
And now, something with wicked claws and deepwater teeth has begun to hunt at night… Feeling responsible for her neighbors, Dina decides to get involved. Before long, she has to juggle dealing with the annoyingly attractive, ex-military, new neighbor, Sean Evans—an alpha-strain werewolf—and the equally arresting cosmic vampire soldier, Arland, while trying to keep her inn and its guests safe. But the enemy she’s facing is unlike anything she’s ever encountered before. It’s smart, vicious, and lethal, and putting herself between this creature and her neighbors might just cost her everything. This is a short novel, about 60,000 words. Read an excerpt.
Mirrored from Frost Light.