Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Ghost For Sale Is Out

Today is Ghost For Sale's book birthday.
As authors we become attached to our characters, even the villains. But Liam O'Reilly has a special place in my heart. He's just an old-fashioned ghost with old-fashioned values thrown into the hustle and bustle of the modern world.  And the first thing he sees is the one girl who will irrevocably bind him to her no matter what plane he dwells on.
I got up and put the lamps back on the tables. Surprisingly, except for a dent in one of the shades they weren't damaged. I collapsed back on the floor my back against the couch. "Remember the other day when I told you your ghost's name was Liam?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
"No coincidence, Marcy." I rubbed my forehead. I could feel a tension headache forming.
"What are you saying?"
"The ghost in the tube that wasn't damaged was Liam."
"My ghost made this mess?" Marcy looked around in amazement.
"No! And he's not your ghost. He's mine," I snapped.
Liam studied me, a strange little smile on his features.
I felt myself blush but notched up my chin. He is my ghost. Mine. No matter what happens. No matter where he ends up. He’s mine.
Marcy rubbed her chin with a well-manicured index finger and watched me as well. Finally she said, "This just isn't like you, Caitlin."
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
"There’s never been any rivalry between us about guys or objects. Even if I've had more than you have, you've never cared."
"He's not an object," I said hotly. I could feel my eyes spark. I clenched my fists. "He's a living breathing entity," then amended, "well maybe not the same as you or I live and breathe, but he’s alive on his own plane.
“And Marcy, the guys that dumped me to try to make headway with you were jerks. Good riddance to
She nodded in agreement.
"You can't have Liam. He's mine, Marcy."
"I am, lass, yours completely.  I love you so much it makes my heart hurt.”  He had moved till he stood in front of me, his outline sharp and defined, emotion strong on his face.
My eyes filled with tears. "And I'm yours, Liam," I whispered.
"We'll pretend that's the case for now. But you've got to remember it’s temporary. I can't give you what you want and need, Caitlin." Misery crossed his strong-boned features.
"You're all I want." To my horror, I began to cry.
"Here now, lass. Please don't." Liam looked stricken and moved as close to me as he dared.
Marcy came over, put her arms around me and hugged me before she handed me a tissue. I blew my nose, a loud honking sound, definitely not a feminine girlie-girl blow. Her features pasty white, she hurried to the phone and began to dial.
"Who are you calling," I blubbered.
"Your parents. I'm afraid you're having a breakdown, Caitlin.”
"No, no don't call my parents," I gurgled in alarm, trying to talk through the thickness in my throat.
The phone disappeared out of Marcy's hands and floated across the room. Marcy began to shriek.
"It’s okay, Marcy. It’s only Liam."
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Monday, September 28, 2015

It's Monday...Again

Says the woman who doesn't have to set her alarm.

Greetings Blogsters,
To the best of my knowledge I made it through grocery shopping Friday without adding to anyone's cart but ours:)
Saturday night was movie and pizza night. Since last weekend's movie night was intense we went to the opposite end of the spectrum and rented  The Age of Aadaline and Cinderella. I really had problems getting into Adaline. Once Harrison Ford came into it, the plot picked up. It was an interesting premise, but I would have liked to have seen them do more with it.
Cinderella was sweet. It exemplified all the awe of fairy tales.  I could see this film leaving children dazzled. Did you see either film? What's your take?
Oh yeah, and the pizza was good. grin.
Ghost For Sale is released tomorrow.......

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Friday, September 25, 2015

It's The Weekend

I'm spending the weekend and MonDAY at D.G. Driver's place. If you're in the vicinity, and have the opportunity, please stop in and say hi. I'm also hanging out at Book Release Daily.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Deals Going On and The Case of the Missing Potatoes

As I've mentioned before, date night consists of going out to eat and grocery shopping. The HH pushes the cart and I flit around looking for things to put in it. I picked up several baking potatoes, dropped them in a cart and went on to my next item. When we got home and unloaded groceries there were no potatoes. I don't know whose cart I put them in, but it wasn't ours.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Serious $$$$

Wondering what your favorite author makes? If you are curious and haven't already checked it out,  just follow the link..
I'd find myself thinking, After those books and movies you are only worth that? Then of course I seriously had to head-slap myself.
Some of those folks weren't exactly who I expected to find on the top fifty authors list.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Ready or Not It's Monday

How was your weekend, buds?
The hh and the boy were going to go to the Illinois-North Carolina game, but the boy got sick. It may have been just as well that they weren't there since they would have had to do the walk of shame. NC trounced the Fighting Illini.
The hh and I went to see A Walk In The Woods. I enjoyed it. Redford and Nolte were great, especially Nolte. There were a lot of funny moments.  I went into it, expecting to love it. I enjoyed it, but I didn't love it.  Have you seen it? What did you think?

Later we watched Gone Girl.  Oh my.  If you haven't seen it, just let me say its not for the faint of heart. The plot has plenty of twists and turns, but it was more than I bargained for in several areas. Have you seen it? What did you think?

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Nightbloom Release

The Nightwing Series
Book 3
Juliette Cross

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance 
Publisher: Kensington Publishing
Date of Publication: September 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-161650576-9
Word Count: 36K
Book Description:

The love between a human and a Morgon, the dragon-hybrid race, tempts fate once more…

All her life, Ella Barrow has allowed others to make her decisions. Forced to stifle her artistic talents and stay in a loveless relationship with Clayton Kerrington, the man her mother believes to be her perfect match, Ella’s life may be safe—but it’s not her own. Paxon Nightwing, on the other hand, is anything but the safe choice.

A charming and alluring Morgon, Paxon sees Ella for the woman she truly is. His bold confidence and protective nature ignites a passion she’s never felt before. But a dark family tragedy forces their secrecy—until Clayton makes it impossible to hide their clandestine affair. Will Ella be strong enough to fight for herself at last?

Or will she succumb once more and risk losing the only man she’s ever loved?

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I blotted my Petal Pink lips on a piece of memo paper and capped the lipstick.
Trying to retrieve the tube with the tip of my open-toe heel, I only succeeded in pushing the lipstick farther away. “Ugh.”
Unable to bend that far in my pencil skirt, I hiked the hem up to my thighs and crawled on all fours, shimmying my behind, then stretching my arm till my fingers finally gripped my favorite lipstick.
That’s when I heard a low, masculine whistle from someone standing behind me.
Scooting back, I shot off the floor and slid my hemline back to my knee, all under the steady gaze of Paxon Nightwing, silhouetted by the sunlight that filtered into the foyer of Linden d Burke.
Towering above me with jet-black hair and matching sharp-edged wings, wearing a charcoal button-down, black slacks, and a devilish smile, his voice crooned when he spoke. “Now that’s what I call a warm welcome.”
“I, um, well, I…”
He extended a bronzed hand. I reached out with my right, nearly dropping the lipstick again. I shifted it to my left hand. “I like pink.”
I like pink? I like pink! For God’s sake, Ella. How old was I? Five?
His extended hand engulfed mine, then he drew our bodies closer. Grinning wide and stroking his thumb across my knuckles, his melodious voice sounded sultry and sinful.
“So do I.”
I blinked stupidly till my brain started functioning again. He didn’t say a word, mesmerizing me with ridiculously deep brown eyes.
“I’m, uh, Ella Barrow.”
“Paxon Nightwing. Pleasure to meet you. But I think we’ve met before.”
I tugged on my hand. He didn’t let go, tightening his hold.
“Uh, well, I’m friends with Sorcha and Jessen.”
I knew this guy was a player, the kind to make a girl swoon with a glance and charm the pants right off her. Literally. Jessen had even kissed him in a club once. And while his carousing behavior should make me want to run away, I couldn’t forget that Jessen had said on a scale of one to ten, his kiss was a ninety-nine.
He still held my hand, angling his body closer. “I’ve also seen you at the Vaengar games. With Kerrington.”
“Yeah. We’re, um, dating.”
“That’s a shame.”
About the Author:

Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

Juliette is a multi-published author, including her Nightwing series with Kensington Publishing and The Vessel Trilogy with Samhain Publishing.

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