Thursday, August 29, 2013

Liza Reviews The Temptation of Serena by Ella Quinn

Today, I am reviewing The Temptation of Lady Serena by the fabulous Ella Quinn.

I was fortunate to receive an advanced copy of The Temptation of Serena, the third in the Marriage Game series.

As much as I loved the former two, this plot resonated deep within me.

Perhaps it was her bad boy leading man, Robert. He reminds me somewhat of my character Trent (from A Long Road to Love Series).

Autocratic, lack of consideration for others, selfish and self-centered. Although to be fair, Robert’s a far cry better than Trent.

And then there is Serena. How can you not love her? She’s been used as little more than a convenience, with no thought to her future or happiness by her closest relatives.  At the age of 14, when her mother dies, her father turns over the management of the house to her. And it’s a massive estate. Instead of calling in some female relative to assist, they yank Serena from her childhood and toss her into a job that would overwhelm most women.

Did Serena cry foul? No. She worked her hardest to do the job. And she did it magnificently.

When her father died, she had hoped her brother would return and take charge of the estate, but instead, managing the estate farms was added to her responsibilities. Never mind she should be having her year in London so she could find a husband and begin her life.

Her brother could have cashed out of his commission and returned home, but he chose to do what he wanted, never caring a wit about his sister growing long in the tooth.

When he finally returned with his bride to the estate, Serena became unemployed and unwanted. So the brother sends her to London for a season. No doubt at the encouragement of his wife, who could not gain ‘control’ of the house while Serena remained. 

A 26 year old debutante. How humiliating for her. And why would any man want her?
She could not see all her positive attributes. She was beautiful both inside and out, experienced at running a large estate, (also both inside and out) and as Robert would discover, she possessed a passionate heart.

She fell in love with him almost at first sight.
Yet Robert had no interest in love. He wanted a marriage of convenience.

Yet the more Robert remained in her company, the more possessive of her he grew. He became determined to secure her as his wife, yet he refused to open his heart to love.

Or at least admit he loved her, because in my opinion and that of many of his relatives, he had already lost his heart to her, but he denied the truth, even to himself.

Stubbornly, Serena refuses his hand until he can say he loves her. She’d rather live alone than suffer unrequited love her entire life.

Unable to convince her to accept him even though he could not return her love, Robert attempts to force Serena’s hand by compromising her, thus stealing her right to choose and enter into a marriage of love.

Worse yet, when she refuses to be manipulated into marriage, he begins to channel his father telling her she has no choice in the matter.
How wrong he is.

It’s a Trent moment…or for a historical reference, a Darby moment…where our hero behaves badly, then later realizes what an ass he has become. And Ella Quinn delivers the unfolding flawlessly.

This is my favorite of the series so far. For me, this story had a strong Jane Austen/Pride & Prejudice feel to it. I found reading it a soothing and comforting way to end my day. Ella’s plot is fresh and delightful. I thoroughly enjoyed watching our very strong heroine take a hard blow, but stand firm and grow even stronger. Once united, these two become the strongest and my favorite of all the couples thus far.

 And as always Ella introduces us into new couples who will no doubt show up in later books. I, for one, cannot wait.

To signify my preference over the prior 5 star books in Ella’s series, I give this one 5 GOLD stars.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Liza Hosts Barbara Casey - The Cadence of Gypsies

Morning Peeps, Today we have The Cadence of Gypsies by Barbara Casey. 

Peep Rep: Gypsies? Do the give gold as their prize.

Liza: No, they trade in modern currency: a $25 gift card to Amazon or B&N.

Peep Rep: That works! So what do I have to get to win it?

Liza: Just leave a comment and leave your email so Barbara can find you. Now let's find out about this book.

Barbara Casey


Three high-spirited 17 year olds, with intelligent quotients in the genius range, accompany their teacher and mentor, Carolina Lovel, to Frascati, Italy, a few weeks before they are to graduate from Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women. Carolina's purpose in planning the trip is to remove her gifted, creative students from the Wood Rose campus located in Raleigh, North Carolina, so they can't cause any more problems ("expressions of creativity") for the headmaster, faculty, and other students – which they do with regularity. Carolina also wants to visit the Villa Mondragone where the Voynich Manuscript, the most mysterious document in the world, was first discovered and search how it is related to a paper written in the same script she received on her 18th birthday when she was told that she was adopted – a search that will take them into the mystical world of gypsy tradition and magic, more exciting and dangerous than any of them could have imagined.


It was always the older ones who felt the need to challenge the ancient gypsy traditions.  The children who weren't yet adults, but who felt they were old enough to thwart authority and desire independence.

"I want lots of gold," said Milosh who had recently turned 17 years old--a man in his opinion.  The oldest in the group, soon he would join the adults. "Teach me the spell to make me wealthy."

"You must be careful for what you wish, Milosh."  As always, the choovihni was patient with her young pupils.  "But I shall teach you the spell for attracting material goods."  She sat in the shade of the tall elm with her full skirt spread out around her and waited until everyone was quiet and settled before continuing.  "First, write down whatever it is you desire on a clean sheet of paper, then place the paper on a small square of green cloth.  You must concentrate on it for a few minutes.  That might be hard for you, Milosh," she teased.  The other students laughed.  They liked for Milosh to be put in his place.  Just because he was the son of the Bandoleer, it didn't make him better than everyone else--even though he acted like it.  And he played mean tricks on the younger ones who were too timid and afraid to say anything.  "Try to visualize the object before you--the shape, texture, color.  Feel pride in owning it, the pleasure you hope it will bring, what you will do with it."  She looked at each of her students, making sure they understood.  "Then hold the paper to your forehead and say three times:  'I have you, I hold you, I keep you.'

"Fold the paper into the green cloth and tie it with a length of red wool.  Tie seven knots into the wool and as you tie each knot, say, 'You are mine, I own you.'  Put the green cloth with the paper in a small box, and each day, for seven days, hold the box to your forehead and say three times, 'You are mine, I own you.'  After you have done this, put the box away in the back of a drawer."

"Will I have lots of gold if I do that?" Milosh asked.

"It will bring success to those who are patient and deserving," Lyuba answered.

For the next several hours, Lyuba taught the children other spells: the spell using the power of trees, a ritual to cleanse the aura of their individual spaces, the spell for strength.  When they got older, she would teach them the spells for attracting romance and for keeping a loyal lover.  For now, however, she would teach only those things that were appropriate and what they could understand.

When the day's lessons were complete, and the elm's shadow once again lengthened, the parents came for their children.  Concerned, Lyuba watched Milosh return to his hut alone.  His chakra, that point of light indicating the heart, was dark and brown rather than green as it should be. 
Much was expected of the only son of the Bandoleer.  He held promise, but he had much to learn.  Unlike his father, he was impatient and quick to judge others.  His focus was on material things, and he ignored what was important.  There was also a darkness in his spirit; something that could be dangerous if not corrected.

He would go and prepare the paper, wrapped in green cloth and tied with a thread of red wool, and wish for much gold.  He had not understood.


Ms. Casey is president of the Barbara Casey Agency. She represents clients nationally and internationally in fiction and nonfiction for adults. Her past and present professional associations are numerous and include being editorial consultant for The Jamaican Writers Circle in affiliation with the University of West Indies and Mico Teachers College in Kingston. She also received special recognition for her editorial work on the English translations of Albanian children’s stories.


And to increase your chance of winning the prize, follow along with the Gypsies as they tour cyberspace
Page down a couple of times when you get into the site and  you'll find her tour schedule

Monday, August 26, 2013

Liza O'Connor interviews the characters from The Garnett Dagger by Andrea R. Cooper

Today, I interview the characters from Andrea R. Coopers' The Garnet Dagger.

Brock is on the left of the picture, Celeste is on the right, and the Garnet Dagger hangs disturbingly between them.

To assist you in understanding their answers to the questions, first let me provide you a bit of background:

The Garnet Dagger Blurb

Everyone knows what happens when a vampire bites a human…but what if the victim is Elvin?

Forbidden to cross the Elvin barrier into human lands, Brock cannot sate his curiosity. Cursed by a vampyre bite that forces him to feed on the life-essence of others, he is unable to touch another without taking their life. Chained by prophesy, he must find a witch, pierce her heart, and draw her blood for his cure. 

Celeste must escape the monks who have held her prisoner for years. Her magic has been kept dormant by her captors. An ancient powerful Warloc craves her powers. If he succeeds in devouring her magic, she and his world will die.

When Brock falls in love with Celeste before realizing her demise is his cure, will love triumph over his desire to be healed? Will he risk everything to save her from a Warloc, an oath breaker, who also wants her dead?

Now that we have the lay of the dangerous lands, let the interview begin. First, I need my couch.

Liza: Welcome Brock and Celeste. You two snuggled in tight on my couch. Are you currently engaged in a relationship?

Brock: Yes. Celeste and I are together now. When we reach my lands, I will ask if she wants to do the hand twining ceremony with me. Though I know not how my kind will respond to having the witch of the prophecies among them, much less taking this sacred vow of promise. If approved, we could be wed next year.

Liza: Well, good luck there. And remember, if it doesn't work out, there is always Las Vegas, opened 24 hours a day. You can even special order a backdrop to match whatever genre you are.  

I notice Amazon has you listed both under Romance fantasy and Romance paranormal. Not surprising since, Brock, you're a vampire-bitten elf and Celeste, you're a witch.

Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?

Brock: I’m a guy…I don’t know much about this romance stuff. *Celeste punches him in the shoulder* Ow! I do agree with the fantasy and paranormal part of our genre and before Celeste hits me again, yes there is love with us.

Liza: I assumed as much given all the cuddling going on. Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

Brock: Our writer has already written our second and third books and is working on revisions. I think there could be more. A fourth book, and perhaps a prequel that will give tell more of Nivel’s secrets.

Liza: Well, be nice to your author, because writing a sequel is really hard work.  So how would you describe yourself?

Brock: I’m an Elvin, bitten by a vampire. I don’t crave blood…or sleep. I must live on the life essence of others. I hate it. But it does come in handy against evil magical creatures.

I’d rather talk about Celeste. *He reaches over and takes her hand, kisses her knuckle before continuing* She is amazing. When we first met, she healed me—a complete stranger. And I wasn't human either, she could have shunned me, but she did not. She has a compassionate heart, but doesn't let people get too close to her after what Father Morgan and the monks did. She helped me escape from not only my captors, but rescued me from myself.

Liza: Is she by chance mute? Because she hasn't said a single word so far?

*Laughs* I can’t get her to be quiet otherwise.

Celeste: Sorry, I’m shy around new people. Guess it stems from Father Morgan and the monks misusing my gift of healing. Their victims would be tortured until I could heal them again. Soon they would be more afraid of me than the monks. It’s kind of hard to make friends in that situation. 

Liza: I would imagine so. Since you're shy, I'll ask Brock the tough questions. Brock, in life you can have many loves, but finding a true love is rare indeed. Is Celeste your true love and how is it different from, let's say, your first love?

Brock: Celeste is my true love. I know the difference now. Liana was my first love, but she was not my true love. First love, to me, is like having a beautiful painting of the ocean that you’ve never seen or been to a real one before. It seems the best there is and is the most prized possession. True love is the ocean. Anything else is a poor comparison.

Liza: I know the readers would like you to read from your book.

Brock: As you wish. This is chapter one of The Garnet Dagger

I’ve known death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them. 

Foolishly, I thought many more eras would pass before death came for me. It came so swiftly that I could not run; I could not escape. At a village, dressed in human clothes, I took in everything. By observing for eons, I understood and spoke their language. The world of mankind fascinated me.

 Their hobbled homes burrowed into the ground.
Rocks crunched on top one another with thatched roofs woven from straw. Never had I seen a home or inn that was higher than three levels, as if they were afraid of the sky. 

I delayed my return to my people as I watched human jugglers bounce torches and knifes. It was autumn equinox and the festivities would continue well into the night. Children laughed as they chased each other. A trail of leaves from their costumes twirled after them. 

It was dark when I reached the forest. Since I was already late, I hiked uphill to a shortcut rather than take the long path back home. I didn’t need to alert any of my kind near the barrier at this hour. Liana would wonder why I was late.

Tonight was the two month anniversary of our hand twining ceremony. One more month as was custom, and then we’d be wed. 

A gasp rustled through the trees. The roots shot a warning through to me with stifled caution. Adjusting my pack, I continued on instead of changing back into my Elvin clothes. After I passed the border which kept humans from entering our land, then I’d change. 

In the distance, I heard a groan. Curious, I spun in the direction of the sound. The autumn wind breezed through my worn human clothes, chilling me. But someone needed help. I turned in the direction of the sounds. Whatever made the noise should be a few yards ahead.

I hiked slower than my normal speed, so as not to startle whatever human called out. My leather boots crunched upon dried, diseased leaves and bark. Horrified, I glanced up. Branches twisted around each other to suffocating. Lifeless limbs cracked in the wind. Flesh of the trees sloughed off in layers, exposing its bones. Gashes hollowed out chunks of warmth. Fragments of leaves clung to finger tips, marking sepulchers of the dying trees. Trees mourned with wails like splitting wood, and I brought my hands over my ears. 

I must flee before I became infected, they told me. Flee before the stain of this defilement creeps into you, they warned. Trees spoke to my kind, always had. Yet these trees were in such agony of death that I could not breathe. Felt as though my lungs had folded in on themselves, like a moth unable to break loose from its cocoon.

Nothing I could do for them, and if I lingered too long, whatever disease gnawed upon them may choke me. Where would I go if I carried something so foul as to devour trees from the inside out? I’d never return to Tamlon if I brought this infection with me. 

I drew away, but a movement at the base of a decaying tree to my right caught me. My night vision picked up the sight of a human. His sallow face seemed to glow in the moonlight. Poking out from rags lay his arms and legs, which resembled skin stretched over sticks. So cadaverous was his face, I’d have thought him dead if he hadn’t moved.

“Please,” he said and his voice sounded like cicada’s vibrations, “help me.”

“What ails you in this troubled place?” I wondered if my voice, foreign to my ears in speaking the human’s language, revealed my nature.

“I am lost.” His dark eyes crinkled around the corners. “Without strength to rise. If you would but assist me up, I’ll be on my way.”

I’d never touched a human on purpose before. Was it that that gave me pause, or dread that stilled my heart? My feet itched to flee. As soon as I helped him, then I’d leave. I gritted my teeth and reached a hand down.

His gnarled fingers snapped on my arm, making me wince. Jerking me forward, his face contorted. Surprised by his strength, I fell beside him. 
Blackness curled around me. Teeth, fangs, broke through the skin on my neck. Then I knew him for what he was, a vampyre.
Cooper, Andrea R. (2013-03-25). The Garnet Dagger (Crimson Romance) (Kindle Locations 60-67). F+W Media. Kindle Edition.

Liza: Wow! That is one astoundingly good start to a book. Well done Brock. Tell Andrea well done as well. Here's Andrea's links. Go buy this at one. I am.

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Friday, August 23, 2013

Liza O'Connor interviews The Celibate Succubus by Barton Paul Levenson

Welcome Peeps. We have a conundrum today. I'm interview a celibate succubus created in the strange mind of Barton Paul Levenson.

Peep Rep: This is probably your fault.

Liza: How so?

Peep Rep: Last time he was here, you hooked him up to a lie detector, which probably traumatized him causing his next book's main character to go celibate.

Liza: Interesting theory. I certainly didn't mean to traumatize him to such a degree.

Peep Rep: You hooked him up to a lie detector!

Liza: You have to let go of the past Peep Rep, it'll just pull you down. Remember my motto: You can't change the past, but the future is yours to write. And here's the book now, arriving in thin air. I suppose that's how a succubus travels.

Liza: Welcome The Celibate Succubus. May I call you Celi?

Book: Is my name too long for you?

Liza: Actually, yes. Anything longer than four letters gets mistyped. 

Book: This is a strange day. First, I poof out of Barton's care and into your, dare I say, messy living room, discover a human can actually hear my responses, and wishes to rename me.

Liza: No, no, no! First of all, you didn't poof, you just appeared. Secondly, my living room is a tad cluttered, not messy, and thirdly, Barton would have my hide if I tried to rename you. I'm simply suggested a 'pet' name for the interview. 

Book: It's just for today?

Liza: Yes.

Book: And no one else will ever use it?

Liza: No, but if they do, hurtle yourself at their head, that'll communicate your displeasure.

Celi: All right, since you have a typing disability that prevents you from naming me properly, I'll allow, just for today, for you to call me Celi.

Liza: Great, tell me about this young celibate succubus. Is she an oxymoron?

Celi: No! She's a lovely 16-year old girl, named Delilah Vincentio—the world’s only Christian succubus. 

Liza: Okay, that's really weird. How'd it happen?

Celi:Trained by demons to despise humanity and lead them into sin, her unprecedented capacity for mercy caused her to renounce her place in Hell—and gain an angelic referral to Team Packer.

Liza: Stranger yet. So what is this Team Packer?

Celi: Team Packer” is a covert Catholic strike team against supernatural evil, and Delilah is their secret weapon.

 Liza: How so?

Celi: Delilah is assigned to infiltrate the Order of the Lightbringer, a Satanic cult that plans to make Pittsburgh a test site for the Apocalypse. 

Liza: Pennsylvania...yeah I could see the Apocalypse starting there. So does she succeed at her new job?

Celi: Not exactly. Delilah’s identity is almost discovered, so Team Packer sends her to high school to hide out until things cool down.

Liza: Reminds of my childhood. I'd toss a glass of water on my mother and then rush off to school like demons from hells followed me.

Celi: You've stopped that, I hope, because books do not take well to having glasses water thrown on them.

Liza: Yes, I'm reformed now. So let's get back to The Celibate Succubus...Hey, try saying that three times fast, Peep Rep.

Peep Rep: CelubutSuccolusCelb.... Can't do it.

Celi: Do you want to know about me or not?

Liza: Sorry Celi. Peep and I are prone to silliness. Please go on. Does she do well at school. I tended to get in trouble.

Celi: I believe you two have that in common. While Delilah may be reformed from her beguiling ways, she’s still very much a demon—and she hasn’t learned how to play well with others. 

Liza: I think a counselor wrote the same to my wet mother once. *sighs* It's hard when no one gets you. How'd she get on? I can't imagine too well.

Celi: No, in fact, trying to fit in and keep a low profile at high school may prove to be a tougher battle than bringing down the Order of the Lightbringer.

Liza: Now you've got my curiosity up. May I respectfully peek beneath your covers and read a bit?

Celi: No water, no reading the last page, and no dog-earing the pages.

Liza: I promise.

Delilah fled up the stairs with the men in business suits just behind her. Big,
athletic men, still coming fast after eight flights of stairs. Delilah had the body
of a sixteen-year-old girl—busty and curvy, with the seductive, dark-haired
good looks of a Hollywood teen—but not an athlete. Nonetheless, she pulled ahead of
her pursuers.

“Sitrep?” crackled the plug in her ear. “Please report your current situation.”

She spared no breath to answer; she had a healthy fear of the men behind her. At
times in the past, she had felt pain so intense and so prolonged that it would have driven
a normal human being insane. There would be even more if they caught her.

But she didn’t panic. It wasn’t time to go all out yet. Despite her speed, which was as
fast as any human being could climb stairs, she still wasn’t going as fast as she could. She
paced herself, breathing steadily.

Twelve floors.

Sixteen floors.

She began to lag. From the echoes behind her, one pursuer was very close—no more
than a floor away. She turned her head just a bit to look down over the center of the
stairwell. The blond guy with the crew-cut looked straight at her, very calmly despite his
panting. His pistol aimed at her face.

Ignore the scenery! she told herself. Looking back had already cost her speed and distance.
She turned and pumped her legs harder, but too late. BANG. Pain exploded in her
back and blood blew out of her chest near the collarbone. The pain would have stopped
a normal girl in her tracks, but Delilah ignored it. Through and through, she thought.
Good. Better than if the bullet had lodged inside her.

“Delilah! Delilah! What happened?” the voice in her earplug asked. Don’t you know
a gunshot when you hear one, Steve, you moron? she thought. At the twenty-second floor, blood soaking her blouse, she saw more bad news:


Delilah rammed the door with her shoulder at twenty miles per hour and banged
through it, tearing the lock out of its metal housing. She leaped up the stairs, bashed
through the penthouse door, and found herself on the roof of the Airport Sheraton,
twenty-three stories above Moon Township, Pennsylvania. It was a bright, clear summer
day. Toy-car traffic and ant-like pedestrians moved far below.

No other buildings to jump to. No aircraft in sight. Pursuers behind her with torture
and murder in mind.

She stood on each heel to force her shoes off, pulled off her slacks, and tore off her
blouse, leaving herself clad in underwear and socks. A thin, gold band circled her neck.
Like growing plants sped up by a time-lapse camera, immense black bat wings
emerged from her back and an arrowhead-tipped tail sprouted from her waist. She ran

to the low wall around the building’s edge, vaulted atop it, and leaped off into space.

Liza: Okay, that's nothing like my high school. 
And even in my worst moments I don't grow tails nor wings.  

Celi: That's because you are a human...of sorts, and Delilah is not.

Liza: Still, I like her toughness and refusal to give up. I think she'd make a good role model for Young Adult girls, except for the ramming doors and jumping off roofs. That won't go as planned for humans.

Celi: I concur. All ramming doors and jumping off roofs should be performed only by Delilah.

Liza: Well, I'm sure those who adhere to your advice will remain alive and want to buy your book. So reveal the Buy Links.

Liza: Anything else you'd like to share? 

Celi: I'd like to thank my author for writing me.

Liza: Yes, thanks, Barton, for sending over such a delightful book.

Peeps, don't forget to comment. Authors love comments.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Liza O'Connor/Peep Rep Nicely Interviews Gina Danna on Her Eternal Rogue

Today, I'm behaving and interviewing Gina Danna, and she specifically asked me not to let Foxlike Breaking News Interrupt our interview. 

Since she's new to my blog, I reluctantly agreed.

Peep Rep: I still get to show up, don't I? I'm nice to authors and your using MY couch.

Liza: Well, it looked friendlier than my normal set up for an interview:

Peep Rep: Oh yeah! So can I stay?

Liza: Yes. I'm holding you responsible for making me behave. Good luck.

Peep Rep: What? Oh gosh! I just recalled I have lunch with President Obama.

Liza: Fat chance. Gina, welcome to my comfy couch. Have a seat.

Butler from Saving Casey: Tea, madam?

Gina: Thank you. *takes seat* Oh, this is comfy.

Liza: So let's get to it. What is your favorite part of writing?

Gina: The creativity. And the use of my education – I’m a historian by degrees so, unlike college where you have a designated (& sometimes dry) research topic, now I can write about any time I like & have the skills to research it so I can make it real to the reader.

Liza: *shuffles* Is there anything you don’t like about being a writer?

Gina: Editing – so painstaking…

Liza: *raps fingers* What part of your book took you most out of your comfort zone?

Gina: Writing my first sex scene. Felt so awkward putting into words what you feel but got over it quickly. LOL

Liza: *Picks at lint* What part of your book was the hardest to write?

Gina: The beginning. Always hard to find the right way to open it that brings the reader in, making them want to continue reading, mainly because it's new to me too.

Liza: * rubs nose*

Peep Rep: Liza, you are being very rude!

Liza: I'm trying to behave, but I never realized how boring my questions are if taken literally.

Peep Rep: Maybe I should take over. 

Liza: But what will I do?

Peep Rep: Brush this kitten. It's in dire need of grooming.

Liza: Okay.

Peep Rep: Give me moment to change the banner...

Peep Rep: That's better. Now, how'd you come up with this story?

Gina: I was having a fascination with pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean plus I loved True Blood, Vampire Diaries, etc. The story intermingled the two when my writing group said your story needs a hook. Hence, the vampire pirate!

Peep Rep: Very inventive, I must say. So describe your hero in five words.

Gina:  tall, dark, handsome, ripped & stunning ice-blue eyes <sigh>

Liza: *mutters* That doesn't even make sense...

Peep Rep: *glares at Liza* Quiet. This is my interview now. You're the cat groomer.
*turns to Gina and smiles* So who's your favorite character in the book & why?

Gina:  Alexander. I seem to understand & like my heros the most.

Peep Rep: Okay...You describe your character as sexy, Ian, Damon and then call him Alexanders.  I'm a wee bit confused, but I'm sure it will all make sense when we read the blurb and synopsis. So what your favorite line in the story?

Gina: Probably my fave line is when Alexander finds his lady love safe in London – and married to his brother. His love demands he reclaim her – the woman who made him feel alive again so he appears in her bed and states boldly - “I came back for you.”
Peep Rep: So is the brother named Ian or Damon?

Gina: Actually, his brother is named Nicholas

Peep Rep: Okay, still confused. No matter. What event occurred in your life that has influenced your novels?

Gina: ah, falling in love. He’s a writer too so I can talked to him about my work without feeling odd. He’s a big help & my biggest supporter.

Peep Rep. That's sweet. How would you describe your relationship with your muse? 

Gina: I’ve had my muse ever since I can remember, though she only spoke at me periodically (or maybe when I allowed myself to listen). But the last 3 years, we’ve been intense, except when the real world interrupted me. When I wanted to write, my muse was mad & wouldn’t talk. Took lots of coaxing… J

 Peep Rep: *shakes head and looks at Liza* How's the cat...Oh my!

Peep Rep: Seems the kitten has declared war on Liza.  *returns to Gina*  So let's check out your book.

Alexander Barrington flees his tyrannical uncle for the open seas where he becomes a ruthless pirate who turns vampire.

Captured and sentenced to hang, a fate he must avoid to keep his vampire self hidden, a reprieve comes if he rescues Lady Lavinia Sinclair from the French pirates and returns her to her fiance in England.

Alexander falls for the woman who makes him feel human and alive, but can he really have her without exposing what he is - a thief, the undead? The damned? Refusing to taint her innocence any further, he erases her memory of him and vanishes into the night but can he really exist without her?

Gina: Here's an excerpt:
Her Eternal Rogue (excerpt) -

“Lavinia Sinclair?” he asked. Fear stole her voice. A tall man stood before her, but it was too dark to see him clearly. All she could tell was that he had broad shoulders, and he dressed in black with black hair. Her imagination conjured the devil. A demanding demon. Her eyes fixed on his, which glowed, even in the darkness, and his voice dripped like poison. She trembled.

“Answer me,” he demanded angrily.

Lavinia’s mouth went dry. She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Two bulky men suddenly appeared at her side. They were massive, their arms and chests built solid like stone. She was caged between them, with a bed behind her and their leader before her. Her stomach rolled, and she felt faint.

Ma chère,” he stated flatly, pulling her closer. “I’d love to play with you.” His silver gaze, glowing in the dimmed room, wandered down to her breasts. She shivered. Deep inside, desire licked for his attention. “But this is not the time.” Those eerie eyes held her. He was too close.

“How long do we have, Johnny?” he queried over his shoulder, his gaze never leaving hers.

The boy behind him came closer, revealing himself as the boy who’d talked to Jean Baptiste.

“Capt’n, maybe minutes. Prob’lay not much more.”

“Sir, takin’ from the Frenchie, is nae guid,” a man on the other side of the room muttered.

The captain gave a sharp laugh. “Then we’ve gotta get out of here,” he said with a lopsided grin. Like his eyes, the glimpse at his white teeth seemed unusual because they too shined in the darkness, and she frowned at the oddity, despite the situation “Jean Baptiste will want my neck.”

“Aye, aye, Capt’n,” came the reply as the window squeaked opened.

Where was he taking her? Her fear escalated. She struggled against his grip, trying to stay put as he dragged her to the window.

“We really don’t have time for this, milady.”

He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. When she opened her mouth to scream, he covered it with his own.

The sudden crush of his lips shocked her into submission. His chest and abdomen pressed against her, and his mouth engulfed hers. Once he touched her, his actions turned soft and gentle as he caressed her lips with his. He traced her lips with his tongue, gently probing for access. Surprised by his intimate kiss, she abandoned her inhibitions, and he invaded her mouth, seductively teasing her tongue with his. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his head back. He looked into her eyes, surprised.
The pounding at the door snapped them back to the moment.

“Capt’n! We’ve got tae go!” the Scotsman pushed.

The devil holding her grinned wickedly and spun toward the open window, he lifted her easily under his arm. She gasped as his iron grip around her middle, and had no time to think as he leaped over the sill and down to the roof’s edge within seconds. Frantic that he would lose his grip, plunging her to her death, she sucked in air to scream. She opened her mouth but he clamped his hand over her lips, stifling her.

“Not a sound.”

He handed her over to the Scotsman and leaped off the roof. The Scotsman carried her to the edge and dropped her. She fell through the air to her certain death, but he caught her deftly mid-fall. He set her down, grabbed her wrist and ran to the docks.

“We waur beginnin’ to wonder, Capt’n,” a voice echoed from a small boat in the water ahead of them.

“We were…delayed,” he replied. He turned toward the boat and unceremoniously dropped Lavinia into it, knocking the wind out of her.

She opened her mouth to protest but, without air in her lungs, no sound came. Clenching her fists to pummel anyone near her, she was knocked over as the boat tipped leeward with the men pushing it off the dock. All she saw was the ocean. She frantically tried to stand to flee but the boat wobbled on the water and the men jumped in, surrounding her on all sides, preventing her escape. The man who had dragged her here grabbed her wrists, his odd eyes on hers.

“Doc, s’il vous plait,” he said over her shoulder.

From behind her, a hand covered her nose and mouth with a damp rag. She inhaled a putrid smell and the rugged pirate in front of her blurred. Her last vision was of his steel blue eyes and their odd glow as her world turned black. 

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