Good morning, good morning! (If I say it twice it's easier to ignore the fact that I'm still 98% asleep). Today we have a guest, author Lani Rhea. Peruse her offering below and leave a comment for a giveaway. I'm going to mainline...heh heh...I mean drink more coffee now. Welcome Lani...
Louisiana Moon will release with Lyrical Press on Nov. 5th
Wanted: Royal blood. Bounty: An action packed, sexy, suspenseful tale.
After losing her parents to vampires, werewolf Kristina Knight spends her life protecting humans from the bloodsuckers. Saving Darin James from the Truce Brotherhood adds fuel to the vampire coven's wrath. When Ryant Starga, her former lover, appears under the pretext of protecting her, Kris isn't ready to trust him again--especially not after he made his choice clear years ago.
As leader of the vampires, Ryant is driven to protect Kris not only because of their past connection but because, now, the Soulscapes are out for her blood. If they succeed, the soul demons will rule the Darkworld--and no one will ever be safe. Ryant has a plan to convince Kris she needs his protection, but it all goes badly awry when, in spite of the years separating them, he's unable to keep his hands and mind off her--or the human Darin James out of the picture.
With Darin overstepping boundaries, will Kris and Ryant rekindle their love only to lose it again?
Warning: Vampires, werewolves and humans--oh my!
We need to meet at noon at Alligator Alleys. Your life may be in danger.
She re-read the words with disbelief. Sure, she’d cuffed and collared many people and creatures in her career. No one liked her. No big surprise there. But who’d upped the ante? It seemed as of late when Josh needed to talk danger lurked in the near shadows. Her spine prickled every time she thought of jeopardy. At the moment it rolled with the rising current.
Her risk level switched her personal safety scale to DEFCON 3. She glanced at the grandfather clock, which showed a tad past 2:00 AM. As she flipped off the laptop, she eyed her weapon. Staying up all night with the gun aimed at the bedroom door might be a good idea. Sure she’d lose sleep. She’d stayed up many times worrying about the things that bumped in the night. The only places she felt most comfortable was her home and her office.
Exiting her office, she took a few steps and her secretary, Rita, came into view. Kris pasted a huge smile across her lips. She didn’t want to worry Rita. The woman had been around Kris long enough to smell trouble if she didn’t smile. Rita was her only lady friend. If she used one word to call what they had, it would be motherly, though they always had a professional relationship at all times. When Kris had personal problems, she’d call Rita for advice. And Rita always gave the best wisdom on every topic.
“You work too much,” Kris told the middle-aged woman.
“Look who’s talking,” Rita quipped. “I’ll leave soon. I promise. I have a few more things to file.”
“Good. You have a great night.”
“You, too, Ms. Knight. See you tomorrow.”
Kris nodded and exited the front office, passing shadow boxes showcasing hundreds of bullets dating two centuries old. Everyone, including Rita, assumed Kris had collected them as a weird hobby. The two-hundred and fifty-six displayed had once lodged in her body.
As soon as she cleared Rita’s line of sight, Kris slid her gun from its holster and checked the firearm. True, bullets would only slow a preternatural, unless pure silver or blessed by a priest, but any edge was better than none.
She scanned the building perimeter and sniffed the air. Her keen senses stretched past the parking lot, searching for the slightest odd scent. Detecting nothing, she made a bee-line for her car.
Her mind raced. Who posed a personal menace? Josh would not have demanded a meeting for a garden-variety threat. Settling behind the wheel of her gray Chevy Volt, she considered Sparky’s mention of the vicious Soulscapes.
She hadn’t run across Soulscapes in more years than she cared to count. Their last attempt at a hostile takeover earned them an enchanted banishment in the Darkworld Purgatory. The most inhuman of preternaturals, their gift of inhabiting the inanimate and bringing it to life endangered anyone who didn’t take them seriously.
To her left, she squinted at the gargoyle perched on the corner of the tallest building. The statue didn’t move. Maybe she shouldn’t dwell on Soulscapes. Their brand of insidiousness would haunt her and give her nightmares.
Lani Rhea, lover of coffee and married to her high school sweetheart, lives in the heart of Oklahoma. She has four children and loves animals. Lani is always up for a challenge and enjoys mixing romance with all genres that spark her interests. You can find her either reading or writing. She would love to hear from you. Find her on Facebook. To catch up with her crazy blogging visit her blog. To tweet her, follow her on Twitter.
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