Friday, November 29, 2013

Liza interviews the book Brides of Black Mountain by D'Ann Lindun

Today, I'm interviewing two books in one: The Brides of Black Mountain by the always entertaining D'Ann Lindun.

Peep Rep: Two books in one? That means double the fun!

Liza: Yes, it does, so lets get to it. D'Ann said she's sending the book by...ah here it is.

Liza: Thank you for riding over. May I call you Brides?

Brides: I knew this day was going to be strange when D'Ann stuffed me into a horse saddle and wished me well. Can you actually hear me, because I'm telling you now, I'm a terrible mime.

Liza: No, I can hear you, and I understand you have lots to share, given there are two books beneath your covers.

Brides: Yes, I'm double the fun...but please don't chew gum around me.

Liza: I'm won't break out gum if you'll tell me about your two stories. Let's start with  Shiloh's Song. What's that about?

Brides: All Shiloh Jamieson wants is a chance to make it in the country music business. 

Liza: I'm of fan of the TV show Nashville, and breaking into the business is not easy.

Brides: True, and unfortunately, her mother—a bitter failure in the biz—stands in Shiloh’s way. 

Liza: Does Shiloh realize all the fat disgusting radio hosts she'll have so sleep with. 

Brides: Sleeping her way around Nashville—is not an option for Shiloh.

Liza: Then she better have the finest voice Country Music has ever heard. So tell me about the hero?

Brides: Country music superstar Dillon Travers left Nashville’s bright lights and fame for Black Mountain, Colorado, craving peace, solitude and to run his rescue horse ranch. His wife’s death has left him disillusioned with the career he once loved.

Liza: Well this doesn't sound like  a good match. One's coming and the other is going.

Brides: Exactly. Can a sassy newcomer and a jaded veteran each find their way together when one desperately wants what the other needs to forget? 

Peep Rep: Sorry, I should have warned you Liza hates being asked questions she doesn't know the answer to.

Liza: Well, if you've nothing better to do than ask me questions about yourself, at least let me peek beneath you covers so I might have a chance at answering you.

Brides: Be gentle please.

Shiloh went to work early, eager to share her plans with Starla. She found her sister stacking cases of beer in the cooler. Shiloh reached for one of the cases and put it on the growing pile. She took a deep breath. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to enter the competition.”

Starla whooped and threw her arms around Shiloh. “That’s fantastic!”

“I’m so nervous,” Shiloh confessed. “Mom isn’t exactly overjoyed.”

Starla let go and waved her hand in a dismissive arc. “So what? This is your life, not Racine’s. And it’s not her career. It’s the start of yours.”

“I wish Mom agreed.” Shiloh grinned at her sister. “You’re never going to believe what happened to me yesterday.”

“What?” Starla arched her thin brows.

“I had a flat and guess who stopped to help me.” Shiloh drew out the suspense, still unable to believe it herself.

“Who? Who?”

Shiloh giggled. “You sound like a hoot owl.”

With a fake frown, Starla growled. “Who?”
“Dillon Travers.”

It took a minute for the name to register, but when it did, Starla’s eyes grew round and her mouth opened and closed a couple times. “The superstar? So the rumors are true? He’s moved here?”

“Yes. The very one. And you’ll never believe what he did. After he changed my tire he had me perform for him. He said I can really sing.”

“Well, of course he did. I’ve been telling you that for years.” Starla hitched a hip onto the stack of beer. “You should have asked him to coach you.”

Shiloh grimaced. “I did.”


“He said no. Very firmly.”

“Then you’ll just have to change his mind.”

“I don’t think so, Starla. He moved here for peace and quiet, not to mentor an unknown.” Shiloh’s heart sped up just thinking about the man. He’d been even more handsome in person than on his CDs and in pictures.

Peep Rep: Oh I loved that excerpt. I hope the second book is about Starla, she seems nice.

Brides: It is. Starla Jamieson owns a successful bar, and it’s enough for her.

Liza: Is it? Or is she just telling herself that? 

Brides: She’s never wanted a child of her own because between helping raise her younger brothers and a dozen half-sisters, Starla’s parented plenty. To avoid the motherhood trap, she walked away from the only man she ever wanted.

Liza: That's a bit drastic. Generally speaking, I don't advise anyone to walk away from true love. It's not that common.

Brides: You're right. Nobody else has ever been able to fill Trevor Lee’s boots.

Liza: So how about Trevor. Does he still hold a candle for Starla?

Brides: Trevor Lee has never forgiven Starla for the lie she told him. 

Liza: Oh that doesn't sound good.

Bride: He’s also never stopped loving her. His head tells him she’s not the right woman for him because he wants a traditional family… and that’s just not Starla. But his heart can’t forget her.

Liza: Still, sounds kind of hopeless...

Bride: It does until the unexpected consequences of a night of passion forces them to examine their past, they have to decide whether to forgive and forget …or to let love slip away again. 

Peep Rep: Oh look, you've made Liza smile. She likes the plot.

Liza: I do. May I take a peek at this story too?

 “Trevor, what are we going to do? I can’t have a baby.” Tears bubbled up and splashed down her face. She rubbed at them with one fist.
“Pull over.”
She pulled into an empty parking lot and turned off the engine. Sobs she’d been holding in wracked her body and she bent over the steering wheel, hiding her face. She heard the puppy’s paws land on the floorboard, then Trevor’s strong arms enfolded her, pulled her into his lap. Her nose, pressed against his damp shirt, smelled the wet mutt.
She cried harder.
He held her close, not saying anything until her tears ran out. Eventually she realized he ran a strong hand over her back. She hiccupped. “Sorry. I kinda lost it.”
“You’re entitled.”
She straightened. “I’m never a crybaby.”
“It’ll be okay.” He wiped her tears with his thumbs. “Whatever happens.”
At their feet, the pup howled. Starla sniffed. “I’ve made him cry, too.”
Trevor hugged her tight. “You didn’t make him sad. He’s hungry and he probably misses his mama.”
She wiggled out of Trevor’s embrace. He hadn’t given her any false platitudes or pretended like everything was hunky-dory, but she somehow felt a little better. “We better get this guy some food and a warm bed.”
“You okay to drive?”
She sniffed again and nodded. “Fine.”
Bending over to pick up the pup, Trevor said, “Go to my place first. I’ll get him settled in then I’ll run you home.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and started the engine. At least she wasn’t alone in this mess. If Trevor would go to so much trouble for an abandoned pup, she knew he’d be there for his child.

Liza: I'm thinking he'll want far more involvement than that. Peep Rep, go find the link for this.

Peep Rep: Found it. I may have bought it while I was there.

Liza: Not a problem, I planned to buy it as well.

Peep Rep: *wipes brow*  I've got D' Ann's  picture and bio too.

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
I love to hear from readers! Please contact me at

Liza: And we'd love a comment. It's candy to our souls.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Interesting Tidbits to make you live longer by laughing

Today, I want you to get more intune with nature while extending your life with laughter. 

There's only one way to do this. We need to learn more about the Tapir.

There's really nothing more to say...
Now go away and spend your added life wisely!

And for those of you who don't want to live longer, but would prefer to die sooner while eating delicious fake food, here's some fabulous news for you:
 Twinkies did not disappear into a smoke of bankruptcy. Nope. At the last minute, a private equity group stepped in and saved you all from good health and longevity.

So pull out those Twinkie Recipes and kill off your annoying relatives at Thanksgiving. 

You know the recipes I'm talking about:

Twinkie Turkey stuffing
Sweet potatoes and Twinkies
Twinking dressing
Twinkie dipped in dark chocolate
And my fav Twinkie Pecan pie

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Liza O'Connor interviews Katheryn Lane

Today I have Katheryn Lane stopping by. She got my attention when all four of her books resided on the top ten bestsellers at the same time.

Liza: Katheryn, thanks so much for agreeing to this interview. I am in awe of what you have achieved.  How did you get four books on the bestsellers at once?  

Katheryn: First, I must say that the bestseller list they’re on isn’t the highly competitive Contemporary Romance Bestseller list (that would be amazing if it happened and I would be lying on the deck of a cruise ship drinking champagne now!) 

Liza: So what list was it?

Katheryn: Most of my books are sheikh romances, so they’re listed under Eastern Drama, along with some other sheikh stories, and that’s where I’ve had the great good fortune to have all four of my sheikh books in the Top Ten. Even though it’s not the Contemporary Romance list, I am extremely grateful to my wonderful readers for buying my books and getting them to where they are on the Amazon rankings!

Liza: Do you find success breeds success?

Katheryn: I think so, in the sense that the higher your book’s ranking, the more ‘visible’ it becomes on Amazon as Amazon will then start to feature it elsewhere, such as on their recommended lists. Therefore, it’s easier for readers to discover your book and hopefully buy it. Then, if they like it, they will read more of your books, which then sell more, which as a result, climb higher in the rankings.

Liza: Let’s talk about the book that started this amazing feat. Which showed up first in the bestsellers?

The Desert Sheikh (Books 1, 2 and 3)
Sheikh Akbar needs a hostage.
Sarah Greenwich needs to escape.
But sometimes what you need is not what you want.

When a powerful sheikh kidnaps Dr. Sarah Greenwich, she leads him to believe that she is the wife of the British ambassador, but how long will she be able to keep up the deception and what will happen to her when the sheikh finds out that she has been lying to him?
Sarah is about to discover that the desert is an exotic wilderness, where anything can happen…

Liza: That sounds most interesting. Which showed up next?

A Bride For A Sheikh
When Sheikh Rashid is told by his father, the sultan, that he must marry the scheming daughter of his financial adviser, Chrystal Longhorn, the sheikh refuses. The sultan finally agrees to let his son choose his own bride, but on two conditions: she must be a foreigner, to prevent intermarriage with a local family, and she must be presented to the sultan as the sheikh’s bride in just two weeks’ time. That evening Sheikh Rashid meets Angelina Smith, a beautiful young woman from England. The sheikh is immediately besotted with her. The attraction is mutual, but Angelina has just accepted a place at an exclusive law school in London. Will she throw away her hard-earned career dreams to become a Middle Eastern wife?

Being the royal wife of a billionaire sheikh is exactly what Chrystal Longhorn wants. What lengths will she go to in order to keep Sheikh Rashid and make sure he marries her and not Angelina? 

Sheikh Rashid has only two weeks to persuade Angelina to marry him, or face a loveless marriage with Chrystal.

The clock is ticking...

Liza: That sounds intriguing as well. Which was next?

The Sheikh’s Beloved (Books 1 and 2)
Two people.
Two cultures.
Two completely different sets of expectations.

A volcanic ash storm forces Tassie Fielding to prolong a scheduled stopover on her flight home from Australia and it’s not long before she’s being offered some local hospitality by a fabulously rich, handsome sheikh. However, what will Sheikh Najid expect from her in return for his lavish generosity?

Liza: And last but not least?

The Royal Sheikh
Clare McKay is a dedicated architect with no time for womanising men. That is, until she accidentally meets Sheikh Rafiq Al Kahil, an Arabian prince, known in the international press as the Playboy Prince. Clare is intent on not falling for his seductive charm, but when he asks her to design a mansion, he presents her with an offer that she can’t refuse. Once she finds herself alone with him in the Arabian desert, how long will she be able to hold out against his advances? And will he be able to cast aside his womanising past for her, as well as a secret engagement to an Arabian princess?

Liza: I understand The Desert Sheikh trilogy was the #1 bestseller for 3 months. Without question, you know how to write a fabulous book. But lots of authors write fabulous books that never leave the crowded ocean of unknown authors. How did you break out?

Katheryn: I agree. There are lots of fantastic books out there and, like you say, they get often lost in an ocean of book titles. With me, a lot of it was luck. I’d written several books before, but I’d never tried to publish them. Then my husband accepted a contract in the Middle East. After we’d been living here for a while, I wrote my first sheikh romance, The Royal Sheikh - it’s hard not to feel inspired when you’re surrounded by desert, camels, and wealthy sheikhs! After I published it on Amazon, I was amazed at how well it did. However, it was my third romance, The Desert Sheikh, which reached number 1 and stayed there for three months, which was amazing!

Liza: It is, and it's turning me green with envy.
Katheryn: You do look a bit green--maybe you should lie down.

Liza: *curls on couch beside Katheryn* Give me more advice. I really want to leap out of the ocean.

Katheryn: I love writing and I think it helps if you keep on publishing, as each new book introduces your work to a new set of potential readers. After I published The Desert Sheikh, I wrote two more sheikh romances, The Sheikh’s Beloved and A Bride For The Sheikh. I’m currently working on a cowboy romance, The Texas Cowboy, which was inspired by several trips I’ve made to Dallas.

Liza: That's a switch up, but I have to admit, cowboys are sexy. But right now, let's get me out of the ocean. Beyond writing, what else do you do?

Katheryn: I do a lot of promoting, such as interviews - thank you for letting me do this one! I must say, I've never had anyone interview me from the fetal position before. 

Liza: Don't worry, envy isn't contagious. How do you juggle a job, kids, husband and publishing? I just publish and hike with my dog, and I'm exhausted...and green.

Katheryn: It’s hard to manage the writing and promoting, while at the same time working (I’m a high school teacher) and raising a family. Luckily I have a very supportive husband who can cook, otherwise we might have all starved by now.

Liza: Are you by chance cloned a hundred times? One of my author friends is actually an alien, and she has several clones, I'm sure of it. But she won't share the technology...something about the world wouldn't survive with two of me. 

Katheryn: I haven't known you for long, but I can see her point. It's probably best if you remain truly unique.

Liza: You're nice. What else are you?

Katheryn: First and foremost, I’m a mum, which I think most mothers would agree with. While I’m at work, I’m a teacher, but when the kids are out or in bed, I’m an author. I’m also a wife to my long suffering husband. I think a lot of working women have to deal with this: juggling work, family and social commitments. It’s one of the great challenges that many women have to face.

Liza: Not me. I'm too exhausted now. I can't take on a husband and kids. Well actually, I did take on a husband once, but I had to let him go after he tried to kill me three times. I have a firm 3-strike rule on attempted murders.

Katheryn: You might want to change your rule to zero tolerance.

Liza: Good point. So what social mediums do you mainly use?

Katheryn: I use a variety, but at the moment I’m mainly using Twitter and Facebook to interact with people, both authors and readers.

Liza: Me too. I found you by a post you made on Facebook. What else do you use?

Katheryn: I also use Goodreads and Pinterest on a regular basis and I love to blog, though I only manage to post about once a week.

Liza: I post every three days on two different blogs. I originally intended to establish a third blog for historical stuff, but honestly, I won't survive another blog.

Katheryn: Three does seem a lot.

Liza: Where else do you wander about in cyberland?

Katheryn: I used to use forums and chat rooms to talk to other writers, and I gained a lot of wonderful support and advice in them, but sadly I had to cut back on it as it was taking up too much time.

Liza: I'm not giving up my fellow author friends, ever. Without them I'd be clueless, miserable, and alone. But then I've no clue where my readers hang out. *eyes Katheryn* Clearly you’ve tapped into your readers. How did you find the elusive creatures?

Katheryn: I’m not sure. I guess in some ways they find me. I think it’s all about making your book as visible as possible to potential readers, for example, by doing features on romance websites, such as The Romance Reviews (one of my favorites).

Liza: Do you think they'd accept me?

Katheryn: I’m sure they would. What genre do you write?

Liza: Mostly humorous, dysfunctional romance stories.

Katheryn: I'm not sure I’ve ever heard of that genre…

Liza: Nope, it's just me. Do you think I should find better keywords to describe my books?

Katheryn: It would be an excellent place to start. However, I think certain books just appeal more than others. For example, my second book, Her Latin Lover, had good reviews, but it hasn’t had the same success as my sheikh romances. I guess romances set in South America just aren’t as popular as romances set in the desert.

Liza: I once took a marketing seminar and the instructor constantly pushed me to break out of the author safety zone to locate my readers? But that's harder done than said.

Katheryn: It is. I know some authors do a lot of very inventive marketing, such promoting their books on airplanes, but I’m afraid I’m not one of them as I can’t promote my books where I live, since much of the Middle East is very conservative. Therefore, I just use the internet.

Liza: Good idea. What’s your opinion of reviews?

Katheryn: I love reviews! There’s nothing like switching on your computer and seeing a new review in which a reader says how much they enjoyed your book.

Liza: I'm the same. A positive review can make me sparkle for days. I'm so pleased when readers get my sense of humor.

Katheryn: I write stories because I like to give readers an exciting bit of romantic escapism from everyday life, so when I’ve heard that I’ve succeeded, it makes me really happy. However, a lot of romance lovers are voracious readers and get through dozens of books every month, so they just don’t have time to write reviews for everything they read.

Liza: That's a great point. What is your fav marketing tool?

Katheryn: I don’t really have one. I think marketing can be a combination of different things as different approaches reach different readers.  I’ve done a bit of advertising at The Romance Reviews and I spend a lot of time (probably too much!) on sites such as Twitter and Facebook. I’ve also tried free books, but I prefer giving out books as prizes, e.g. on blog giveaways, which I think is more fun for readers.

Liza: I think so too. Do you ever go to conventions?

Katheryn: I’d love to, but since I live in the Middle East, it isn’t possible. Last summer I was lucky enough to be a judge for the RONE Awards which were announced at the Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas, and I would love to have attended that, but it was too far away. I think it would be amazing to meet so many romance lovers all gathered together in one place.

Liza: Have you considered writing a book on how to become a bestseller?

Katheryn: *laughs* Funny you should ask that. After the success of my first book, The Royal Sheikh, a couple of years ago, I was so pleased with its success that I wrote a book about self-publishing to help other authors.

Liza: Aha! I'm psychic!

Katheryn: However, by the time I’d written it, it was out of date! I later updated it, only to find that it had gone out of date again. Publishing is changing so fast that it’s almost impossible to update quickly enough, so I don’t think I’ll ever publish it now. Sorry!

Liza: How has your life changed since you’ve become a bestseller? Do you date movie stars now?

Katheryn: No, I'm keeping my husband, thank you.
Mainly, it’s given me the encouragement to continue publishing. I think I’ll always write, but publishing is a different matter. Personally, I find publishing incredibly nerve-wracking; it’s a bit like your child’s first day at school, as putting a book out into the big, bad world, opens it up to all sorts of criticism.

Liza: I know exactly what you mean!

Katheryn: After my second book, Her Latin Lover, didn’t take off, I seriously wondered whether or not I should publish The Desert Sheikh. However, I did and it reached a number 1 slot on Amazon, which was fantastic and encouraged me to publish The Sheikh’s Beloved and then A Bride For The Sheikh. I hope to publish my next romance, The Texas Cowboy, very soon.

Liza: Okay, time now for regrets: If you could rerun your last 2 years, what would you do differently?

Katheryn: I wouldn’t have waited so long to publish my first book, The Royal Sheikh. I originally posted the manuscript to Harlequin and they wrote back several months later saying they really liked it. They said the hero, the sheikh ‘was wonderfully glamorous’ and there was a ‘spark’ to my writing, but they wanted the heroine to meet the hero sooner. Thrilled with their initial feedback, I rewrote the opening chapter and sent it back a month later, but it took them ages to reply (we’re talking over a year) and in the meantime someone sent me an article about self-publishing. I therefore decided to cut out the middleman and publish directly onto Amazon.

Liza: What are the main advantages to self publishing?

Katheryn: I like the control I currently have over my work, plus the faster speed at which I can publish my books. However, I think it’s essential to get help from other people as publishing, even self-publishing, is a group effort. Very few people, and no one I’ve met yet, can do everything. Although I don’t have an assistant or a marketing team, I do hire professional book designers and editors.

Liza: Your book covers are fabulous. Some of the best I've ever seen.

Katheryn: Thank you! I’m currently working with a wonderful designer, Jane Dixon, at J. D. Smith Designs and a fantastic editor, Faith Williams, at The Atwater Group. In addition, I have a group of people who read my books before I publish them and give me advice about what I should add, omit and change. Although self-publishing means I can get my books out more quickly, it still takes months to put a book on Amazon after I’ve finished writing it, due to editing, rewrites and cover design, which are all key parts of the process.

Liza: I nearly killed myself getting a book out in two months. I've decided I need four months for everything, but I am going to try and overlap two books so one will come out every two months. If it kills me, I won't try that anymore.

Katheryn: Two months sounds like a punishing schedule! Liza, thank you very much for giving me the chance to talk to you and share my story on your wonderful website. I’ve had a great time doing this interview!

Liza: Really?

Katheryn: Truly.

Liza: Readers to find out more about Katheryn Lane:

See her inspiration on Pinterest:
Visit her Goodreads page:

Her romance novels are available from all Amazon sites, including:

And speaking for myself I look forward to the release The Texas Cowboy soon!

And Leave a Comment, or I'll get cranky and redfaced.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Liza O'Connor reviews Release by Annie Nicholas

Today, I'm reviewing Annie Nicholas' fabulous book 3 of the Angler series: Release. 

But for those of you who have not yet read this unique and smart ass vampire series, allow me to recap:  

Connie's husband dies. Unlike my situation, Connie loved her husband and fell apart on his death. Having nothing really to live for, she takes a job with a team of slayers as their bait.

That's right, Connie becomes their rabbit. She goes to a bar and waits until a vampire tries to run off with her. Here's a vampire trying to run off with Connie. Don't worry, a team member will run up and stake the fellow any second now...or so the plan goes. Opps, that's not what happens.  Nothing ever seems to go right when Connie is involved.

No, Connie is not a real rabbit. I just came upon the biggest freakin rabbit in the world and had to incorporate it into my review of a book in which the sassy heroine is often called Rabbit.

Less than impressed with the vampire I drew, I wrote and asked Annie to send me pictures to stand in for her characters. Actors she thinks of when she reads her book.

So here is her image of Connie the rabbit.
Well, now we know why Vampires want her. Seriously, who wouldn't want her?

So naturally, the vampire Rurik, whom the slayers want to kill, falls in love with her.
And she falls in love with him as well. Can't really blame her, especially when he turns out to be a good vampire that someone is framing.

And thus begins a delightful drama of survival, where you root not just for humans but some vampires as well.

So you need to read the following fab books as well:
In Catch, you meet Tane. I didn't like him at first and I doubt you will either. But then neither does Connie. He's a Nosferatu. They are ancient and very powerful vampires that ruthlessly control the lesser vamps and make them behave.

In book 2.5 Connie must rescue a fellow slayer and deal with Tane.
2.5. ????  Don't ask. Just read it.

And finally comes book 3, the 4th book in the series.  (I suspect Annie's kids struggle in math.)

Nosferatu rule from the shadow and keep order over their blood thirsty people. Bald with pointed ears, they give vampires something to fear. If a law is broken, they have only one punishment. Death. They are the most powerful clan in the Vampire Nation and the most monstrous.  Only a male vampire can be transformed into a Nosferatu but not all survive.

Connie Bence is on the run with her two lovers, Rurik and Tane.  As leader of the Nosferatu, Tane’s only threat is his own clansmen and they want all three of them dead. When Rurik began to lose his hair, rumors spread and the Nosferatu accuse Tane of trying to transform Rurik into one of them illegally.

With the Nosferatu on their heels, Connie tries to figure out what’s changing Rurik and cure him before she loses him to blood lust.

Liza: That's a polite way of saying he sucks her dry.

Chapter One

Sweat trickled along the crease of my spine as I stood behind Tane’s chair. Like music playing in the background, nobody in the meeting paid any real attention to me. I was just a human caught in vampire society. Being a blood slave to the vampire king was a two-edged sword. My bond to Tane would last until death-do-us-part. His death, not mine. I would never age or get sick but I was still mortal.
Tane sat at the head of the conference table. Broad shoulders relaxed as his back molded into his chair much like a tiger watching his prey.  The artificial light gleamed off the surface of his smooth bald head and the tips of his pointed ears. He faced some of the most powerful vampires in the world across the dark wooden table. Their bald-headed and pointed-ear appearance made them seem more like Tane’s brothers than just clan.
They stared at us in silence. Not unnerving at all.
“Why have you summoned me?” Straight to the point for a change. Tane’s whole existence revolved around subterfuge. I would have felt better if he’d started the meeting with a bluff or his trademark bravado.
“Why haven’t you brought Rurik?” Damius asked from the far end of the table.
Tane leaned forward and folded his arms on the surface. “I wasn’t aware Rurik had joined our clan, brother. Why would I bring him to one of our meetings?”
“This isn’t the time to play one of your games. Rumors are spreading, and we’ve gathered to warn you. Possibly to keep you from being executed.” Tane might be king of the Vampire Nation, but the Nation didn’t include his nasty clan and they apparently ran things differently among themselves. So when he had launched into action yesterday afternoon, ordering his private jet prepared when they summoned us, my Richter scale of oh-shit registered a 9.0 on a scale of one to ten.
“What are you talking about?” Tane spoke quietly. Some people attributed volume with power but someone with real authority never had to shout.
Sucking in my stomach, I stepped closer to his chair. Only Tane’s favor kept me safe. I was just a Happy Meal to these other vampires.
“We know Rurik is losing his hair.” Damius tossed a set of pictures on the table.
I controlled the urge to gasp and almost suffered an aneurysm. “How do they know about him?” I mentally sent this question to Tane. What the fuck? We’d been so careful to hide Rurik’s mysterious affliction but we hadn’t been able to find the reason for his slow hair-loss. His blood lust had recently grown stronger as well. We could only assume a poison at this point, yet all our efforts to find a source or a cure had turned up nothing.
Slowly, Tane inspected each picture. They were of the three of us in Mexico last month in our private rooms. A blush flashed across my cheeks. I wouldn’t prance around naked ever again. Thankfully, Rurik was the focus of each shot. “All this trouble because my companion shaved his head? He still has stubble over most of it. Obviously, not naturally smooth.” He ran his hand over his own scalp. “He’s insanely jealous for Connie’s attention and thought to copy my appearance. Should we shackle him for it?” Tane chuckled and tossed me the best fake amused glance I’d ever seen.
I tried my best to return it. All the while I was trying not to shit bricks. Some men went bald. Vampires didn’t, not unless they were Nosferatu. Rurik was Tane’s right hand vampire and our shared lover. So I was beginning to comprehend why Tane had dragged me to an emergency Nosferatu clan meeting and insisted Rurik stay at our hotel room across town. The sudden role reversal had done horrid things to my stomach. A room full of Nosferatu warriors would make any regular vampire toss their cookies. Let alone little human me. Antacids didn’t cover this kind of stress.
The brother to Tane’s left set a small clear bag with black hairs on the table. “My sources within your home sent me these from your bed a few months ago. Before these pictures were taken.” He pointedly stared at my blond hair. “Don’t tell me they came from her.”
Tane raised his eyebrow. “Pulled hair found in my bed is why you called this meeting? Who knows what Connie and Rurik are up to when I am away.”
The one on the right rested his hand on Tane’s arm. “I understand your attachment to Rurik, but you can’t make someone Nosferatu without a clan vote.”
Tane yanked his arm from his clan brother’s grasp. “You are making a grave accusation with very little proof.” He poked at the bag. “This…” He shook his head. “This is ridiculous.”
The vampires grew still like only their kind could and just the sound of my breathing broke the heavy silence.
“Either way, I doubt the rest of our clan will be pleased by this change.” Damius gathered the pictures. “We have also heard that Rurik’s blood requirements have tripled. Send for him. Let us examine Rurik for ourselves before the others learn of his hair loss.”
If they didn’t already know. This made me more nervous than the garrison of guards standing outside the room. Apparently, the clan brothers thought they should bring a small army with them, where we only brought Kam, the sole wolf shifter of the group. I chewed on my bottom lip. Poor planning on Tane’s part? I couldn’t believe that. He’d kept our group small for a reason. Inwardly, I cringed. That didn’t reassure me.
All that work to hide Rurik’s hair loss for nothing: Wigs, checking his suits for loose hairs before meetings, Youtube videos on comb overs. When he arrived at the meeting how would we explain the smoother sections of his scalp that didn’t show in the pictures? The stubble would eventually fade. Then what?
Tane leaned back in his chair. “Connie, send Kam for Rurik and make me something to drink. There’s a bar in the room off the hallway.”
I startled at the mention of my name. Habit almost had me tell him to get his own freaking drink but I managed to hold my tongue and escape the room.
Shit. Rurik was on the Nosferatu radar. I didn’t know the total number of members in Tane’s clan, but I was sure it took more than the five present to police all the vampires in the world. These were warriors bred and trained. If they wanted you dead, you died.
I exited the meeting room and came face-to-face with a group of armed vampire guards. Kam, my personal shifter bodyguard, stood apart from them. He leaned against the wall, appearing bored. His dark chestnut hair reached his shoulders but he kept it back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. I’d seen many a female throw themselves at the muscular shifter’s feet. I couldn’t really blame them. He had that rugged mountain man look that some women loved. I liked my men less furry. He met my nervous glance.
I approached him. Before I could open my mouth, I sensed Tane slip inside my head.
“Run!” The order was whispered yet sharp like a strike of a whip. “Get Rurik out of the city. This is worse than I suspected. They’ll kill him. I’ll get you as much time as I can.”
I stumbled at his sudden retreat from my head and landed against Kam. With wide eyes, I met his golden gaze.
He gripped my arms and his nostrils flared as if he could smell my fear. Quickly, his gaze shifted to the other guards in the hall. He knew something was wrong but neither of us could verbalize anything in front of these warriors.
Swooning against him, I did my best impression of a fainting southern belle. “I don’t feel well. Take me home. Tane will meet us there later.” We needed to vamoose. Tane had insisted on staying in a separate hotel across town. He must have suspected something, or maybe it was from past experience with his clan. Either way, he did well by keeping Rurik out of easy reach.
Kam scooped me in his arms and strode to the elevator, hitting the button with his elbow. The muscles in his arms tensed as if preparing to attack at a moment’s notice. With my mind, I tried to touch Tane, but he shielded against me. The mental walls he could build blew away anything I’d ever encountered. Being king meant he kicked ass on high levels of vampire abilities. His brothers were strong, but he was stronger.
The door slid open with a ding, and Kam carried me inside. None of the guards questioned us. What damage could a small human woman and a hulking wolf shifter do? As soon as the doors closed, Kam set me back on my high-heeled feet. “What’s going on?” He took up most of the space in the small area.
“They want to kill Rurik. We have to get out of the city.” Pressing my hand to my stomach, I fought rolling nausea. “I’m a blank. I don’t know this city and I haven’t an idea how the fuck to hide from Nosferatu. I mean, they only have to scan the minds of surrounding humans to find us, right?” They’d done this in Rio last year when hunting Colby, my old slayer boss. We had barely survived that fiasco and we only had to deal with one rogue Nosferatu, not five working together.
Kam’s face paled. “What about our Master?” His pack served Tane and, by proxy, me.
“I think he can handle himself. They want Rurik dead, not him.” I slapped his rock-hard abs. “Focus. Where can we go?”
“The marina. Master Tane had his yacht brought here. He’d thought to surprise both of you with a cruise of the Mediterranean.”
My heart fluttered at the gesture. Since we’d become a three-way couple, he’d been non-stop romancing us. Damn his stupid brothers for wrecking that trip.
“Give me your cell.” My dress didn’t have enough material for pockets.
Kam pulled out his phone.
I dialed Rurik’s number from heart. My pulse hammered in my ears as I listened to the ring. I disliked speaking mind to mind but at the moment I would have been thrilled for Rurik’s velvety presence in my thoughts. We didn’t share a blood bond so such a link was difficult. Distance made it even tougher


First, let me be forthright. The Angler Series is hands down MY FAVORITE Vampire series I've ever read. So had I taken the time to write reviews for the books 1,2 & 2.5 it would look like this: 

The heroine is a screwed-up smart-ass, and nothing ever goes as planned.
Seriously, nothing!
You will never predict what happens in any of these books. Connie, aka, Rabbit has the craziest life imaginable.

But first a sidebar with Annie: Dear author, this had better not be the last of the series. Are you hearing me Annie N?

I will kidnap your dog-pony and hold it hostage until you write another book.

I’m just giving you fair warning…

Now let me talk about Book 3 Release:
Smart ass remarks burst forth from the Rabbit on every page. She is sooooo funny. But their troubles are very serious. 

To set the stage, Connie de Rabbit is not only in love with a vampire named Rurik  but she also loves a Nosferatu named Tane.
He just needs pointy ears...

This is a menage a trois that can truly bite.

Tane is the King of Vampires, but he’s still expected to follow the Nosferatu rules. 

Things always go weird with Connie, and this book is no different. Rarik is losing his hair and getting really hungry…okay it’s worse than that. He’s turning into a Nosferatu, but not even Tane is allowed to make a Nosferatu without permission from all the other cranky Nosferatus. 

So Rarik’s loss of hair could result in all of their deaths, and Rogaine won’t save them. 

(Rogaine is not mentioned in the story, but it should have been.) I can’t believe Connie missed such an easy target for a smartass comment. She no doubt dropped the ball because Rurik is going mad with hunger for her blood and has almost killed her several times now.)

Sadly, I can’t tell you what I love most about this book because the surprise is the best part. So just let me say, you will laugh, cry, and be surprised in what may be the funniest, most poignant, and unexpectedly shocking Vampire story of all times.

I give this book 5 stars.

 And if I'm rating the whole series, I give it a Galaxy.