Q&A Session of Give Me Forever, by Celeste Carrara


1.  What is the title of your book?

 Give Me Forever

2.  What is the genre and age rating?

 Erotic Paranormal Romance 18+

3.  Give a brief synopsis, using your own words.

Give Me Forever is about a vampire princess named Serena. We follow Serena as she navigates her life and relationships with her father, friends, and lovers. She is put in some tough situations and most of the time has no control over the things that life throws at her. Her wealth, good looks, and position in the vampire community do nothing to diminish the amount of turmoil she faces. She tries to find her voice, and gain her independence from her father (Sebastian) while still being loyal to him. When she lets love in her life, she ignores the fact that the man she has fallen for is human. She knows they have no future, but it doesn’t stop her from wanting to be with him. When fate steps in and delivers Serena her soul mate, who happens to be an assassin, Serena does everything she can to prove destiny wrong. She doesn’t want Alex, but she can’t live without him. Even worse, the last thing he wants is to be tied down to anyone, but he can’t fight the need to be with Serena. Having a soul mate for someone in Serena’s position is a very bad thing and Sebastian will not allow his daughter to loose focus on what’s important. She will one day be the queen of the Northeaster faction of vampires, whether she wants to or not and Sebastian won’t let anyone stand in her way, not even her soul mate Alex.

 4.  Is it part of a series? Is the series completed? What made you decide to do a series rather than an epic?

 Yes, it is part of a series. Give Me Forever is book one and there are currently two other books available. The series is not complete yet. My characters are what drove me to do a series. They all wanted their own books!

 5.  Visually describe your main character and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

 Serena is a vampire and is physically perfect. She is tall, about five feet ten inches, with waist length brown, straight hair. Her eyes are chocolate brown and her skin is pale white. She has large, natural breasts and is curvy but thin and in great shape. I didn’t have one particular person in mind for Serena, but I can see her clearly in my mind.  I like to keep her exact features to myself because I like to let my readers use their imaginations about what Serena looks like to them.

 6.  What are his or her biggest faults? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

 I would have to say Serena’s biggest fault is she doesn’t stand up for herself enough when it comes to her father. They have a tumultuous relationship and he is very controlling. She always gives in to him. We do see her grow more of a backbone, but their relationship remains unbalanced.


“He continued, “I see you have taken some of your things out of the house. Did you think that would go unnoticed, that I wouldn’t know when my own daughter wasn’t sleeping in her home? What’s your plan, Serena? You live with him in his home and live happily ever after? Turn your back on your people and your responsibilities? If you think I will sit back and do nothing about it, you are mistaken. You have one hour to collect your things from his house and return. Don’t you ever do something like this again, and don’t ever ignore my calls. Now go. You have one hour.”

Speechless, I left the room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I ran through the apartment, down the stairs, and out of the building. The look of disappointment in his eyes nearly crippled me, but I had to move fast and do as he said. He could have sent someone else to get my things, but I knew my father’s motives. He wanted me to feel the pain of leaving Alex and the defeat of having to follow his orders. He knew I wouldn’t fight him. He knew the control he had over me despite my recent rebellion.”

 7.  What are his or her best qualities? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

 Serena’s best quality is that she tries so hard to do what’s right. Just because she is a vampire she doesn’t think that means she has to act the way she is expected to all the time.


‘Compulsion was one of my new gifts too, but it wasn’t something I was comfortable with. Altering the mind of an unsuspecting human didn’t sit well with me. It was dangerous for them if they weren’t of a stable mind. Too much on one person could have disastrous results. Being able to mess with their minds so easily just seemed wrong. It was a form of control. Having been controlled my whole life by my father, I guess I felt it wasn’t right to control another person like that.’

 8.  Is there a romantic interest for your MC (main character)…or maybe more than one? Would you describe it as antagonistic, angsty, steamy, romantic, and or loaded with sexual tension?

 Serena has two romantic interests. Nick who is human, and Alex who is a vampire. Serena’s relationship with Nick is all romance. He is the perfect guy and while their sexual encounters are hot, they are more loving and romantic. Alex and Serena’s relationship is filled with sexual tension, angst, and steamy encounters. There is romance too, but it takes a lot of heartache before they can get there.

 9.  Visually describe the romantic interest(s) and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

 Nick is tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He is light skinned and well built. For work he is always dressed in suits but when he’s not, he could be the poster boy for Abercrombie & Fitch.  Alex, is over six feet tall with wavy brown hair that is longish but not past his neck. His eyes are hazel/green and his skin is pale white. His body is fit, like a swimmers body. Again I can see them both in my head but like to keep their descriptions vague giving the readers a chance to form their own visuals.

 10.  Who is your favorite secondary character? Why?

 My favorite secondary character is Serena’s father, Sebastian. He is such a bad ass. Confident, powerful, and sexy. But he is flawed and mysterious and always up to no good. The man is fearless and cocky and there are so many layers to his personality.

 11.  Were any of your characters inspired by people you know or have known?

 All my characters have traits of people in my life. The relationship between Serena and her father is very similar to that of mine with my own father.

 12.  Post a short excerpt (1-2 pages max) that you think that readers will love…


“As soon as I entered my building it started again. The light-headedness came first. As I stepped into the elevator the dizziness hit me and it was hard to remain upright. What the hell is going on? Once the door opened revealing my floor, I rushed out in search of my father. A shiver ran through my body, and my hands were shaking. Trying to pull myself together, I used my senses to locate my father. When I did, I realized he wasn’t alone.

“Serena, come in please. I’m glad you’re home. There is someone here I’d like you to meet. This is Alex; he is an associate of mine. Alex, this is my daughter, Serena.”

I never thought I had a soul, but in that moment when our eyes met and our hands touched in greeting, my soul screamed for joy. Dazed and shocked, I couldn’t let go of his hand. Electricity seared as we touched. I couldn’t speak. Like a magnet, my body was helpless to the pull, and I never wanted to let go. When I heard his voice, it was a melody my whole body rejoiced for.

“Serena, it is a pleasure to meet you. Your father has been telling me of your amazing progression after your transition.”

Why was my father talking to him about me? Finally I found my voice, but when I spoke it didn’t even sound like it was mine. Breathlessly I responded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Alex.” Just saying his name coupled with the word pleasure had my body crying out to be pleasured by him. My knees went weak, and it took everything I had to keep my composure.

“Sebastian I won’t keep you any longer. As always it was an honor meeting with you. I will be in touch.” Without another word he bowed towards my father and made his way for the exit. Leaving the room without speaking to me, my father left in the other direction. In my haste to catch up with Alex, I stumbled over a chair. That didn’t stop me. I needed to hear his voice just once more.

“Hey, wait up!” Yelling and chasing him like I did wasn’t as graceful as I would have liked, but I was desperate to speak to him. Luckily he did stop and turned to look at me. “Sorry, but I just have to ask, have we met before? I swear you look so familiar.” My whole body had started to tremble, and it was difficult to try and gauge if he was having the same reaction while trying to get hold of my emotions.

“No, I don’t believe we have met before. You must be confusing me with someone else. I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Serena.” He practically ran away from me, taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.”

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Q&A Session on A Vampire’s Saving Embrace, by Darlene Kuncytes

1. What is the title of your book?

“A Vampire’s Saving Embrace”

 2.  What is the genre and age rating?

It is first and foremost a romance – with a touch of the supernatural.  The best way to describe it would be a love story that the main character just happens to be a vampire.   I would say 18 and over.

3.  Give a brief synopsis, using your own words.

Abigail Montgomery is a loner – she’s a woman who’s only had herself to depend on her entire life.  One night she is saved from danger from a dark, mysterious man. Desmond LaGrange, and is taken back to his estate.  The sparks immediately fly between the two, but each has a past that holds them back and Abby finds herself thrown into a world that she didn’t even know existed.  It’s a story about love, and redemption.

4. Is your book part of a series? Is the series completed? What made you decide to do a series rather than an epic?

It is part of a series – but stands on its own.  Book two is about two characters from the book and their story.  It’s funny, because when people finished this book they started hounding me to write Luke and Kat’s story. Lol.  I guess they loved their chemistry and the fact that they are both complete smart-asses.  Gotta love that!  I am in the process of writing it now and am hoping to be done soon.

I like a series that can stand on its own – yet one that the characters you fall in love with make an appearance or two.  This is a tight-knit group and I love that we will be able to keep up with all of them.

5. Visually describe your main character and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

I only WISH I was inspired by an actual person! Lol!! Desmond is the perfect man.  Dark, gorgeous, muscular, sensitive – but can also take charge. He is a tortured soul that feels that he doesn’t deserve love because of what he is.  Abby is strong, accepting and funny – yet deep down, so afraid of losing her heart.

6.  What are his or her biggest faults? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

His biggest fault is that he can’t accept what he is – a good man.  He is tormented by his past.


“He closed his eyes and sighed, hating the monster that he was and not wanting this woman in his arms to realize it. The last thing he wanted was for her to be frightened of him. He wanted her only to think of him as they were now, glowing with the aftermath of their lovemaking – being held safe and secure in his arms – but he knew that if she knew the truth, she would turn from him in revulsion. Hate him for the death that hung over him like a dark storm cloud. She was too pure and innocent not to be disgusted by the death that enveloped him.

Then there was the issue of her blood and her now being immortal. He stared up at the ceiling, his fangs descending at just the thought of tasting her. It was a deep, primal urge that wanted desperately to be satisfied and he fought every moment not to let it win.

From what he could find out from the legends, her blood was a powerful force to any supernatural being that consumed it – vampires included. It was said that to vampires, a half-blooded Feys blood would be the sweetest of all blood imaginable.”

7.  What are his or her best qualities? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

His best qualities are his compassion and caring.  When he cares – he cares with his entire heart and soul – yet still feels unworthy.  It’s that inner battle that makes him who he is.  Strong – yet so vulnerable.


“Holy, Christ,” Desmond gasped, as he pulled her into his arms and against his chest. “Marcus!” he yelled – true panic in his voice.

“I’m on it!” she vaguely heard him answer from somewhere downstairs.

She grabbed onto the front of Desmond’s shirt as the pain continued to rip through her – reverberating through her body like a runaway freight train and she clenched her teeth together to keep from screaming again.

“Oh… oh my God!” she gasped, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably – her teeth beginning to chatter. Her eyes held his – silently pleading with him to make it stop.

Desmond swept her up and carried her over to the bed. Bracing his back against the headboard, he kept her cradled in his arms, as he desperately tried to soothe her. If Desmond’s heart had been beating, the sound of Abby’s screams would have surely stopped it right then and there. He held her close as she moaned against him – rocking her gently, and would have given his very existence to take the pain from her. He had never before felt so helpless in all of his two hundred and fifty years and the feeling was utterly terrifying.

“Easy,” he cooed, his hand stroking her hair as he kissed the top of her head, over and over. “It’s going to be all right, sweetness. I swear to you.” She shuddered against him; her skin beading with perspiration and her breathing becoming shallow – as her heart pounded erratically in her chest.

8.  Is there a romantic interest for your MC (main character)…or maybe more than one? Would you describe it as antagonistic, angsty, steamy, romantic, and or loaded with sexual tension?

I would have to say – sexual tension, romantic and a bit steamy at times.  I love the romance, the electricity that runs through you when you meet someone who just takes your breath away.

9.  Visually describe the romantic interest(s) and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

Abby is the other main character and she is purely fiction too.  She is quick-witted, beautiful and funny.  She puts others before herself, yet has spent her life closing herself off.

10.  Who is your favorite secondary character? Why?

I’d have to say Luke.  He is smooth, sarcastic, masculine – yet incredibly loyal.  He would die for Desmond and Abby – yet loves to push Des’s buttons at any opportunity.  And when he and Kat meet the two butt heads instantly – which I love!

11.  Were any of your characters inspired by people you know or have known?

I think in some aspects there are pieces of me in each character, lol.  Growing up, my father always called me his little smart-ass – so when Kat and Luke throw barbs at each other, that is totally me -and I am fiercely loyal to my family and friends.   I am a hopeless romantic.  I LOVE making candlelight dinners and all that mushy stuff.  And there is a tiny bit of people from my past in Desmond – not much, but some. lol

12.  Post a short excerpt (1-2 pages max) that you think that readers will love…


“Abby was staring at the fire when Desmond came through the door carrying a tray. As soon as the smell of the food reached her – her stomach growled hungrily.

“I knew you would be hungry,” Desmond chuckled, that damn, infuriating, breath-stealing grin on his lips.

Abby blushed to the roots of her hair at her stomachs noisy betrayal. “I…I am – thank you,” she stammered – completely mortified.

Desmond set the tray down and placed a piece of errant hair behind her ear. “Is there anything else you would like?” He asked, and Abby’s blush only deepened. “My pet?” he questioned at her obvious embarrassment – his eyebrow quirking up so damn seductively.

“Would it be asking too much if I could bathe or perhaps shower?” she whispered, picking up a piece of toast and delicately biting off the corner. “I’m sure I must reek to high heaven by now.” Again the room was filled with his laughter and Abby found herself thinking that she would never tire of hearing it, or of seeing that grin of his. She shook off the thought, knowing she had no business even toying with such ideas.

She was Abigail Montgomery, devout self-appointed hermit, and the fact that she felt so at ease with him around was disturbing, to say the least – not to mention how completely compelling the man was .He was walking, talking sex on a stick and it scared the hell out of her. She had spent her entire life protecting herself from getting romantically involved with any man, and that was not about to change now.  Eric had been proof positive that she was better off alone.

“Actually,” he said, leaning down and placing his lips ever so lightly against her neck. He inhaled deeply and Abby shivered from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Good Lord! “You smell of vanilla and lavender, with perhaps a hint of honey. It’s quite nice.”

“Wow,” she choked out, her heart racing triple time. “I’ve always read that Vampires were supposed to have a heightened sense of smell or something. Yours must really be on the fritz.” Desmond laughed against her neck, which only caused her to shiver again. Damn, but this man was dangerous, she thought irritably. What he was doing to her body should be illegal!

“My sense of smell is just fine,” he stated adamantly as he stood back up. “In fact, I am certain that what you have heard is only one of the very few things that is correct. All of my senses are heightened.”

Oh great, Abby thought crossly. That means he can probably hear my heart beating around in my chest like a boy crazy teen-aged cheerleader. Cripes! Could this get any worse?

“How about sunlight and crosses?” she asked; desperately trying to keep her thoughts away from how delectable he was.

“I can go out in the sun for very short periods, if any longer than a few moments my skin will burn and I will weaken – but it would take some time to kill me. And as for crosses…” He opened the top button of the shirt he wore and held up the tiny gold cross that hung around his neck, “just stories – although silver does have an adverse effect on me – pretty much the same as the sun.”

“So I guess that means you don’t sleep in a coffin either?” she asked, as calmly as possible, and he smiled – his eyes scanning up and down her body in a slow, thorough appraisal and she felt herself growing warm.

“No, I don’t. I sleep in a bed.” His smile widened and he chuckled deep in his chest – his eyes gleaming dangerously. “In fact, I usually sleep in this bed.”

Abby gulped at the realization that she was in fact lying in his bed – her cheeks turning red as a picture of the two of them intertwined on it filled her mind. Shit! “I’m sorry,” she stammered, trying desperately to push the image away. “I don’t want to kick you out of your….room.” She finished quietly.

“There is no need to apologize,” he replied, his finger stroking her cheek gently. “There are many more bedrooms in the house if I need one.”

…….Another Excerpt:

“As she jerked around, the towel fell to the floor and she turned a bright shade of red at Desmond’s wide, appreciative grin. “Thank you,” he laughed, his blue eyes gleaming in amusement as his gaze blatantly scanned over every one of her curves and she felt herself turning red –yet once again. Abby grabbed the towel and covered herself – the heat flowing through her body creating havoc.

“Here,” he chuckled, handing her another of his silk shirts, “this might stay on a little better. Not that I’m complaining – mind you.”

Abby grabbed the shirt and turned her back to him, letting the towel fall to the floor. She tried desperately to ignore him as she buttoned up – but the shaking of her hands was proof positive that she couldn’t. His very presence caused a heightening of all her senses as if the air around him had been electrically charged. She would have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to be aware of his presence. Oh, who the hell was she kidding- she thought with a scowl – she would also have to be hard of smelling! The guy smelled amazing!

Finally with a deep breath, she turned and gave him a smile. “Thank you for the shirt,” she said sweetly, “but you know, I really will need some real clothing to wear. I mean, I have to get back to my apartment – my job. I can’t stay here forever and I certainly can’t keep wearing your shirts.”

Desmond seemed to consider all of this a moment before his mouth set in a tight line. “Abby, you will remain here until I am certain that you are safe.” He said finally, and she could tell by his tone that the subject wasn’t up for debate and she felt her temper flare. No man was ever going to tell her what she could and couldn’t do – ever again. No matter how gorgeous he was! Yet, she reluctantly admitted to herself – there was a small part of her that was relieved. The thought of going back to her solitary life at the moment did not appeal to her in the least. She couldn’t explain it, but there was a sense of peace here.

She didn’t know if he had killed the demon who had attacked her or not – and she wasn’t even sure that she did want to know. She only knew that she felt protected here with him – and she found that there was a part of her that really liked the feeling.

“And as for wearing my shirts – I don’t see why not,” he continued, the beginning of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “I have plenty of them and you look much better in them than I.”

“Oh Lord, you’re impossible,” she muttered, before walking past him and through the door into the bedroom. She needed to get away from his disturbing gaze and heart-stopping smile. She walked over to the fireplace and plopped down in one of the oversized chairs as she had imagined doing since she had first woken up and her face broke out into a contented smile – her anger at his Neanderthal -like behavior, instantly forgotten. They were gloriously comfortable, she thought happily as she settled herself into the buttery leather. Pulling her legs up underneath her, she rested her head on her hand and sighed – watching the flames dance in the fireplace.”

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Q&A Session on Of Stone and Mist, By Donna Hawk

1.  What is the title of your book?  

The title of my book is Of Stone & Mist

2.  What is the genre and age rating

The genre is paranormal romance and, though the main characters in the story are about mid-twenties, it is suitable for teens. I’d say it is a young adult/adult story.

Even though it is classified as a PNR, the mystery is the main plot line for Of Stone and Mist.  The romance in the story develops alongside the mystery, creating a whole level of tension for the characters as they try to get to the bottom of a mystery.

 3. Give a brief synopsis, using your own words. 

This story is about a young photographer, Jessa, who goes looking for an advertising job at a restaurant. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get the job she goes there for, but is hired by the owners to snoop on a young man, Mitch, who was once engaged to their daughter, Maria.

Maria has been missing for three years and her parents think Mitch has murdered her. It is Jessa’s job to go to Mitch’s historic home, Bristol House, to take pictures and see if there are any clues left that would help them understand what has happened to Maria… all without Mitch’s knowledge.

She makes several trips to his house but gets caught snooping on more than one occasion. Mitch is not pleased, but somehow can’t keep her under control or off his mind.

4.  Is it part of a series? Is the series completed? What made you decide to do a series rather than an epic?

   This is not a series, just a stand-alone book. There are ideas in my head if I happen to decide to write a sequel, though.

5.  Visually describe your main character and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

My main character is a young, perky 20-something. I don’t think of her as being traditionally beautiful, but she’s cute. She has very short, spiky hair, not very big herself, except with a big personality and too much sarcasm for her own good. She’s very brave, but wouldn’t ever describe herself that way. She’s witty and a romantic at heart. It’s funny, I’ve been looking for a “picture” of Jessa, but I’ve never found one I thought fit. I’d be interested in seeing a picture YOU find that you think looks like her.

6.  What are his or her biggest faults? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example

      Jessa’s mouth usually gets her into trouble as she opts for sarcasm:


“The car beside her little Honda was a sleek, black BMW convertible, though with the top up. It oozed taste and wealth, much like the driver sitting quietly behind the wheel studying her. Yikes! she thought as her heart raced guiltily. Busted!

She stopped short in her tracks and stared back at him. She reminded herself that this was, in some ways, public domain and she had a right to be here. All the same, she swallowed hard.

The man in the car got out and shut the door quietly, never taking his eyes off her. He was very good-looking, dark, expensively dressed… and furious. Taller than most men she knew, she wondered how a man with the perfect high cheekbones and just enough five o’clock shadow to look rakish could glower so attractively. Jessa knew that if she waited for him to yell at her, she would sound guilty and no words would come into her brain that would make her appear otherwise. So, she opted for sarcasm. “Really, dude? Seriously?” she chastised, “could you park a little closer, please? Jeez, I wouldn’t want your pretty little car to get sideswiped!”

………..And, though she is usually a rule-follower, she lets her emotions get in the way.


“She did not hear the soft footsteps behind her, but the words spoken chilled her to the bone: “What the hell are you looking for?”

Jessa used the only weapon she had with her: her sarcasm. “What the hell am I looking for? You’re freakin’ kidding me! Besides, you about scared the ever-lovin’ crap outta me!” Reaching up to turn the light off with a snap, she pushed Mitch away with a hand to his chest, and stormed passed him. “Move!” she demanded.”

7.  What are his or her best qualities? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

  I think Jessa is very brave. Under the same circumstances, I wouldn’t fare so well.


“As she approached the veranda, she realized it would take every ounce of strength she had to go inside the house once again.

Since the day was dark with clouds that threatened rain, the house looked nearly black. Gray, diffused light filtered weakly through the sheer curtains on the windows in the parlor. Silence greeted her oppressively as if the house itself held its breath. Jessa squinted into dark corners, and strained her ears to listen for the tiniest sound. Her nose silently sniffed the air for the all-telling scent of rot that she now associated with the appearance of the specters.”

8.  Is there a romantic interest for your MC (main character)…or maybe more than one? Would you describe it as antagonistic, angsty, steamy, romantic, and or loaded with sexual tension?

There is a romantic interest for Jessa. She finds she has fallen in love with the man she is supposed to be snooping on. The longer she is around him, the more unlikely she thinks he could possibly hurt anyone. I guess, at first, their relationship is antagonistic. It gets steamy, only if you read between the lines. She does sleep with him, but the doors are closed. :^)

9.  Visually describe the romantic interest(s) and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

Mitch is a very sexy, wealthy man. He is private with his personal life and resents Jessa snooping, which he discovers early in the story. But as much as they butt heads, they can’t seem to leave each other alone. It’s more of an emotional tie than a physical one. I think of him as looking a little like Jude Law.

M.C.’s sidenote: Jude Law is just delicious. 🙂

10.  Who is your favorite secondary character? Why?

I liked Maria, though she could be exasperating sometimes. She is capable of doing some really dumb things and she is very self-centered. In the end, I think she realized the harm of her ways, but she could get on a person’s nerves.

11.  Were any of your characters inspired by people you know or have known?

No, though I know sarcastic and dumb people. I taught school for a long time, so I’ve probably known lots of people like this!  

12.  Post a short excerpt (1-2 pages max) that you think that readers will love…


** Mitch had forgotten to lock the front door!

She slipped silently inside [Bristol House]. Here, alone at dusk, the house seemed to welcome her, but she couldn’t shake the impression of anger she’d had when she first arrived. Static electricity ran up and down her arms. She rubbed them as if she were cold, hoping to stop the sensation. Uneasily, she fingered the camera inside her pocket.

Her goal: the third floor apartment. She crept quietly up the stairs. Though there was no particular reason for her stealth, she somehow felt that silence was vital. It was not until she reached the master bedroom on the second floor that she caught a faint pungent puff of something foul. She stopped moving for a moment and sniffed the air. Dead animal? Rotting vegetation?

Oh, god! Could it be a body? Her heart raced furiously until the pounding filled her ears and burned her eyes. Could that explain his nervous restlessness? With an inexplicable nudge to her shoulders, she was propelled forward toward the stairs leading to the top floor.

Walking carefully through the threshold, she saw the apartment was neat and clean. This time she didn’t bother looking through the stacks of CDs or volumes of books. She headed to the bedroom and found what she was looking for: his desk.

Unlike the rest of the apartment, it was a disaster. Stacks of papers lay aimlessly about. Several drawers were left open. The contents were an erratic jumble of journals, reports, stationery, and other random documents. Jessa knelt on the soft carpet and pulled out her camera.

Taking care to return each sheet of paper to its original place, she carefully sifted through the documents, first on the desktop. There was nothing particularly incriminating there, but to be on the safe side, she took photos of the most important-looking ones. Next, she began to sift through the topmost drawer. It housed mostly pens, pencils, paper clips, and an odd assortment of office necessities. She moved quickly on to the next drawer.

She had her hands deep inside the drawer in the process of pulling a handful of papers out when a noise caught her attention. She stopped stone cold and listened. The unmistakable sound of laughter floated up to her from directly below her on the second floor. It was the husky voice of a man. A foul odor seeped up from under her feet.

Gulping nervously, Jessa pulled her arm away from the drawer as quickly and silently as she could. Mitch’s laughter sounded odd to her and quite unlike his voice, which was smoother, and more refined. He would not be laughing long if he caught her at his desk.

Walking as hastily as she dared, she crept her way to the stairway, hoping to make it down before he headed up. Then, as she passed the window, she glanced outside. To her surprise, she couldn’t see Mitch’s car inside the garage’s open door. She frowned in confusion.

Stepping quietly down to the second floor, Jessa decided to take a look at the room that would be located directly below Mitch’s bedroom. She walked down the long hallway, turning her head and looking in as she passed each door. Most of them were shut, but the ones that were open were fairly empty except for an old-fashioned bed and dresser.

Cautiously, Jessa stood just outside the door to the room from where the laughter came. With her back against the wall, she strained to listen. No sound came from the room. Daring to peek, she turned her head around the corner of the door frame just enough to see inside. Like the other bedrooms, the old bed was in the middle of the wall on the far side with an antique dresser beside it—but no one was in the room.

However, the foul odor was stronger in here than in the master bedroom earlier. A macabre sense of curiosity lured her into the room farther. She stood in the center of the room, and turned a complete circle. The room was empty except for the bed and dresser.

The closet door was slightly ajar.

Jessa could feel fearful adrenalin coursing through her veins. She was utterly powerless to stop her feet from stepping nearer to the closet. Almost detachedly, she could see her hand reach for the doorknob, grab it, and pull it open. It was as black as ink inside. She stepped through the door and took a deep breath.

The fetor was oppressive. With one hand over her nose, she reached with the other toward the center of the little room in hopes of finding the chain to the light switch before she realized that this part of the house had not been built with electricity. Just as that thought crossed her mind, however, her fingers found the pull chain, and the room was flooded with electric light.

Almost blind after walking around in the dark, she backed away from the light defensively. When she could focus, she saw the room was larger than she had thought and was filled with a huge amount of cardboard boxes. Some were old, others not so much. Closer to the door, most of the boxes seemed to be filled with papers and other documents. Her eyes widened with this new-found treasure trove of information. She itched to dive into the boxes. Maybe this would contain the information she would need that would open Maria’s missing persons case.

She did not hear the soft footsteps behind her, but the words spoken chilled her to the bone: “What the hell are you looking for?”**

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Q&A Session on Control, (The Soul of Voodoo, Book1)

1. What is the title of your book?  

Well, I guess I’ll humor those who are visiting this site for the first time 😉

My book is titled, Control.

2.  What is the genre and age rating?

After much deliberation, and frustration, I have created a brand new genre for Control

It is a Paranormal Romantic Comedy and it is definitely for adults, it isn’t an erotic novel, but it is pretty damn steamy and my characters are known to throw a few four-letter words out every now and again!

 3. Give a brief synopsis, using your own words. 

Okay, this is the hard part…

I like to describe Control as more than you see on the surface. Yes, it is a Paranormal Romance. No, it isn’t like other Paranormal Romance novels. It has that extra  je ne sais quoi, that makes it a little bit different. Actually, that isn’t totally true, because I do know what makes it different. It is comedy, fun, a light-hearted, and easy going attitude that makes you wonder not only what might happen next, but how are the characters going to respond this time?

It is about love and lust, friendships, and family, and it is about anger, hatred, and pure evil. There is magic, both good and bad, that is layered throughout the story. It is not overt, it doesn’t grab you and smack you in the face…it is subtle and it weaves through the story, implanting its mark on your subconscious. When it is finally revealed to the characters, it hits you with an AHA, I KNEW IT! Followed closely by an all-over body shiver of fear.

Everything is not as it seems in New Orleans and my little group of voodoo warriors aren’t prepared for battle, or love for that matter…

4.  Is it part of a series? Is the series completed? What made you decide to do a series rather than an epic?

Yes, Control is the first book in the Soul of Voodoo Series. I’m currently working on the second book, entitled Power, and hope to have it ready for publishing in the next couple of months.

I decided to go with a series rather than an epic novel because each novel marks a dramatic change in the lives of the characters, so dramatic in fact, that I might have to create another genre for Power…nah!  Seriously, I wanted to thoroughly develop the characters and their relationships before throwing them into the “mumbo-jumbo voodoo shit”, because once it gets going there won’t be time for out of control card games or powdered sugar wars…

5.  Visually describe your main character and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

Cecelia Milonas is more what I would call exotic looking than she is beautiful. She has a mixed cultural heritage that gives her a light olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her eyes are almond shaped with a slight upward tilt and they are defined as hazel-green, the color of olives. She is very short, but not overly thin…more curvy, like a belly dancer. She is not into typical girly things, and tends to dress and wear her hair in ways that exemplify her free-spirited approach to life.  She loves to have fun and is extremely impulsive, often putting fun before everything else. However, she is smart enough to know when to get her work finished, and most of the time, she manages to pull everything together at the last minute.

She doesn’t have many girlfriends, having been raised with three older brothers, she does not know how to relate to other girls. She doesn’t like to play mental games with other people, she is honest and outspoken to a fault!  She is pretty easy-going and gets irritated with people who are overly dramatic (like James, they bring out the best and worst in each other).

Oh, yeah…she loves music and reading, and being in her own head. Free-spirited to the core! I don’t have an actual picture, but I imagine her looking like a cross between a gypsy and a hippie, but modernized.

6.  What are his or her biggest faults? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

Her biggest fault is her impulsivity, which gets her into some really bad situations. She knows that she has a problem with impulsivity and distractibility, and tries to maintain strict control over her behaviors…but when she slips…Oh Lawd!!

Another thing that causes problems for Cecelia is her tendency to be illogical in a way that is incredibly logical…sounds convoluted but everyone does this at one time or another. It is when you want something, but you know it may not be the best thing for you, so you rationalize the hell out of it and then go for it anyway.


“His eyes were the color of arctic icebergs, just as they dipped under the freezing waters. I would have expected his eyes to feel cold as they touched on my skin. They did not. I felt warm, comfortable, and very content. Damn, but that man has some beautiful eyes, I thought, and suddenly I felt the hum as it fluttered a bit in my belly.  It had faded away as he left for the evening, and I had almost forgotten the feel of it. As we had sat together, talking and laughing, the hum buzzed between us. There was no longer any discomfort and no fear, only an odd sense of recognition.

Okay, I thought, jumping back to the present. There it is again, how can I recognize him? Maybe I have seen him around campus; I rationalized.

Then again, we had spent hours chatting like old friends. I cannot remember ever having that much fun with a man who was not:

  •       a.) dating me
  •       b.) trying to get in my pants
  •       c.) family
  •       d.) homosexual

Obviously we are not dating, he isn’t family, and I’m 99.99% sure he is not homosexual. James would have stuck around longer and flirted more, he is exactly his type. So nope, he is not gay. That only leaves one; he was trying to get in my pants. It could be possible, but it would be hard to get in my pants without asking me out or asking for my number. Maybe it was his intent initially; he seemed as surprised as I did with how easily the conversation flowed between us. I sighed at the memory of his voice, wishing I could hear it again; it was deep, rich, the voice equivalent of hot fudge on a warm, gooey brownie.

His laugh, my thoughts were tumbling over each other as I replayed the hours in my mind, he has the most wonderful laugh. His full lips, that always seemed to turn up at the corners, had spread to show perfect, white teeth. His laugh caused his arctic blue eyes to twinkle and his long, thick lashes would tangle together at the corners. The coup de gras, however, was the deep dimple in his cheek. I loved making him laugh. Like a little child, I felt proud every time I made that dimple appear.

So yeah, I could admit that I found him to be as gorgeous as Andre, but in a totally different way. Andre was ethereal in his beauty, he was elegant and perfect, while Lance was an amalgam of all things earthy and masculine, the beauty of man.

I like him, I admitted to myself, but he does not melt my panties. Only one man can be the panty-melter. Content with my conclusions, I felt more comfortable in reliving the pleasant memories of the evening. The smile on my face was brighter than ever.”

7.  What are his or her best qualities? Using a short excerpt from your book, can you show us an example?

Cecelia does many things well and is generally likable, but I think her best qualities are the things that make her a good person.  She is incredibly loyal and caring, often putting the happiness of others before her own.  With this loyalty comes integrity, she would never compromise her beliefs or herself, and she would never compromise the trust that another person has placed in her. She is no wilting flower, that is easily swayed by every man’s attention…and for that, I love her!


“The wonderful man had made me Eggs Benedict, remembering that it was my favorite, after a conversation we had had over a year before. The thoughtfulness of that act reminded me of so many considerate things he had done for me over the years, things I could now see for the gestures of caring that they were meant to be. The eggs had chilled slightly as we christened his kitchen wall, but he was able to heat it expertly before plating it and serving it to me. My mouth watered as I raised the first forkful to my lips. I took a moment to smell the amazing aroma while I held it poised and ready to move into my hungry mouth, but his sudden words stopped me.

“You’re wearing my shirt again, Cecelia.”

My mouth fell open in disbelief. I grinned at him, declaring, “You have got to be kidding.”

His look said he was not, “Will you go get my clothes from last night? They’re still in your bedroom.”

“Nope,” he said with a smirk.

“Wha…? Oh, you’ll pay for this, you turd,” I growled at him, glaring as he continued to smile at me.

Fine, I thought, standing to walk around the table. Let’s see what he thinks of this…

I still had my bra on and I had pulled on his briefs again, but he hadn’t commented on them, thank God. I walked around the side of the table so that I could face him as he leaned back against the bar. His body was on glorious display and the son of a bitch knew it. I smiled with saccharin sweetness, sliding my hands up the edges of his shirt, as it fell open to allow glimpses of my very limited clothing. Spreading my legs slightly, I jerked the edges open and let it slowly slide down my arms to the floor. I heard his gulp when it hit the floor, but I never paused as I spun and walked straight out the French doors into the courtyard, heading toward the doorway that led into the kitchen of the restaurant. The stairway up to my apartment was just inside that doorway, and I said a quick prayer that I would make it up my stairs without running into anyone.

I heard Andre laugh deeply after a moment and I stumbled to a halt, smiling at the sound of a laugh that I had never heard from him. In that moment, my anger melted. I thought back to my insecurities of the night before and mentally flipped them off. I give him THAT, I thought with a smile. He is playing, laughing, sleeping late, and cooking for me. I will gladly play these games with him; he is long overdue. Besides, we both know it is unlikely for anyone to be here this early.

 Famous. Last. Words….er, thoughts.”

8.  Is there a romantic interest for your MC (main character)…or maybe more than one? Would you describe it as antagonistic, angsty, steamy, romantic, and or loaded with sexual tension?

Control has a love triangle, that isn’t really a love triangle…yes, that sounds bizarre. The fact is, one of the love interests never really identifies himself as a contender, it is merely implied. That probably doesn’t clear things up too much, huh? Oh well, I told you it isn’t really a triangle…it is way more twisty.

Describing the romantic element, hmmmmm. Yep, all of the above (particularly that steamy part)!

9.  Visually describe the romantic interest(s) and provide a picture if you were inspired by an actual person.

Andre St. Clair, Panty-Melter Extraordinaire…

*Oh, I want to give you fair warning, this nickname appears frequently…because it is his NICKNAME!  Damn, people, the concept is not that freaking difficult to grasp! If you don’t like it, too damn bad. I could have given him the nickname Dre, chef, or something else equally as stupid and no one would bat an eyelash…well, suck it up people, this isn’t highbrow literature.  

Now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest… Andre *she says with a sigh*.  Andre is breathtakingly beautiful. He is tall, lean, and muscular, with deeply tanned skin and eyes as green as spring grass. He has longish hair that is the color of midnight, thick and wavy, that falls across his forehead. He is the master of the ‘hot gaze’, and he is fond of stalking Cecelia and ripping off every pair of panties that she owns.  He is passionate, caring, and a little rough behind closed doors…*she says with a Grinchy smile*. In essence, he is chocolate covered sex on a stick. Yummy.

          Lance Bradley…

Lance is golden, earthy, and he positively oozes manliness, *she fans herself*.  He carries himself with the relaxed grace of a cowboy, and the confidence of a man that knows the effect he has on women.  He is muscular with deeply defined muscles that were developed by years of hard work on his family’s cattle ranch as well as swimming competitively for many years. He has a golden tan, and light brown and gold streaked hair that is often disheveled from running his fingers through it. His eyes are piercingly blue with long, thick eyelashes that tangle together when he laughs. He is dynamic, easy-going, very playful and fun.  He keeps his passion hidden behind a noble exterior, but when he is pushed to release it…Whoa!  He is blistering hot.

10.  Who is your favorite secondary character? Why?

Without a doubt, I love James and had an absolute blast writing every scene that featured him. He is completely hysterical and you truly never know what to expect from him. He is an incredible and loyal friend, but is full of mischief and irreverent humor at everyone else’s expense.  I’ll let you in on a little secret too, he is based almost entirely on a couple of my close friends. 🙂


I opened the door and walked straight into an outstretched hand holding what looked like a little piece of mangled lace. Oh. My. God. He found my torn panties on the stairs…I will never hear the end of this.

“Puh-lease tell me that fine man ripped these from your body and ravished you on the stairs!” James squealed. “Did you quiver with need when he pierced your loins with his manly shaft?!” His voice had risen to an ungodly level.

Oh Lawd, I thought. I glanced quickly out the window to see if any passersby had gathered for his performance.

“Ummm, James. You have to shut up now. Your voice is shrill and I’m bleeding from my ears.” I said dryly. I knew the level of his voice would rise in direct proportion to my level of discomfort; I was trying desperately to appear unimpressed.

He responded, in a much more normal voice, “Well, you’d better start spilling, sister. Otherwise I’m going to fling open those French doors and very loudly recite the sonnet that I composed to your Va-J-J this afternoon.”

I was momentarily stunned by his odd announcement and told him as much, “Let’s just talk about the fact that you composed a sonnet to my vagina, shall we?  You are sending off some major stalker vibes, which is odd because you’re gay. You ARE gay, right?”

He narrowed his eyes at me and waved his hand in the direction of his ‘muse‘, “I don’t want any part of that thing. I just want to honor it for being the only known thing in existence to be touched by the dick of a god.”

My mouth fell open and before I could formulate a response, my bedroom door opened to let out the tousled, shirtless, god in question. Apparently our resident god was amused, because the jackass was smiling; that genuinely joyful smile that I had never seen before today. I thought about kicking his godly jewels, until I remembered how much I liked them. He turned that smile on James, and for a blessed few minutes, James was speechless. Halleluiah!

11.  Were any of your characters inspired by people you know or have known?


Oh, were you expecting more?  Well, I’ll say this: all four of my children appear somewhere in the book, my husband provided quite a bit of inspiration (character inspiration, not dirty-girl…pervs),  a couple of friends were my inspiration for James, and I think I’ve mentioned before that I think the humor is genetic!

12.  Post a short excerpt (1-2 pages max) that you think that readers will love…


“So, after refusing to go with the dynamic duo to the jam session, I sat alone in my apartment playing solitaire, again. I had been on a particularly good round when I was startled out of my thoughts by a tapping on my French doors, which was odd since there was no access to them except through my apartment. I walked over to look outside, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Lance standing below my balcony ready to chunk another piece of gravel at my window.

I opened the door before he could toss the little rock, “Hey Romeo! Do I really have to tell you how old-fashioned, and borderline disturbing, it is to find you throwing pebbles at my window?”

Before he could respond, I looked down at him indignantly and noted, “I thought you were going to The Four Horsemen with your new bestest friend, James.” I could not help but feel a little tingly knowing that he was here to see me, instead of going out with guy friends.

“Well,” he said with a big smile. Stupid sexy dimple. “I changed my mind; I was hoping to hang out with you for a while. Can I come up? I brought barbeque and I’m willing to share. But I get all of the pickles.”

“No way, no deal. You split the pickles 50/50 or you can just take your barbeque totin’ ass on home,” I retorted. “I don’t do pickle bargains. I’ll get my fair share and if you aren’t careful, I’ll grab yours while you’re not looking.”

I realized how bad that sounded as soon as the words left my mouth.

He was carefully holding back his laughter as he asked, “Ummm, we are still talking about food, aren’t we?”

“Oh, shut up. There is an entrance to the courtyard in the little alley on the opposite side of the restaurant. I’ll meet you down there to unlock the gate. You better have lots of food, because I’m starving,” I stated honestly. I love good food and I’m not ashamed of that fact. I might have more of an hour and ten minutes, instead of a plain old hourglass figure, but I am not going to turn down barbeque and great company over a few extra grains of sand.

Besides, I must be doing something right considering the company I keep, I thought, smirking at my sarcastic arrogance.

I didn’t bother to change clothes or try and pretty myself up; I don’t know how, but I knew that Lance wouldn’t really be the type to even notice that I was wearing wrinkled gym shorts and an old Grateful Dead tee-shirt rather than cutesy yoga pants or some shit like that.

The worn bricks of the courtyard felt cool and spongy as I lightly skipped over them to open the gate for Lance. He had a giant bag of food that smelled incredible.  “Mmmmmm, if that tastes half as good as it smells, I will love you forever,” I murmured huskily.

He just chuckled and followed me into the courtyard. Once we emerged from the little alley, he stopped and looked at the courtyard in awe. He walked around for a few minutes, silently studying everything. I could see his many thoughts written across his face as he wandered the shadowed pathways. As much as Andre was a part of the garden, Lance seemed too large among the overgrown greenery. He was like a warm breeze with no room to move among the verdant leaves and flowers. My imagination placed him in a wide-open field filled with something golden that would wave along with the winds. My overworked imagination started to annoy me as I then pictured him dressed as a Roman soldier, a la Russell Crowe in Gladiator, all golden and oozing manliness.

Snap out of it you little harlot, I thought to myself.

“I’m going to head upstairs with the food, but you’re welcome to hang out and pick some flowers if you want,” I teased.

His snort of laughter made me smile; I had forgotten how much I loved the easy banter that we started at The Four Horsemen. Rather than trying to one-up each other with sarcastic comebacks, we tried to make each other laugh with witty observations or cleverly worded remarks. My smile was bright as he caught up with me…until he snatched the bag of food and ran upstairs.

I didn’t run after him, instead I grabbed a beer from the cooler that Andre keeps stocked with a few food samples and a random assortment of beer samples. I had sweet-talked one of our liquor salesmen, Charles, into leaving me an extra six pack of Abita Strawberries when he made our delivery the day before. I popped the top and slowly walked upstairs to watch his victory smile fade quickly as he saw me with only one beer. I smiled sweetly before I took a long pull from the bottle.

“Man, that was refreshing,” I said, still smiling. “I called out to see if you might want one, but I guess you didn’t hear me. I have some milk in the fridge though, just help yourself.”

“That is just hateful, Cecelia,” he looked so hurt that I almost felt guilty. I was just about to head down the stairs to get the rest of the six-pack, but I was reminded of a funny scene from one of our favorite movies…

“It looks like you could use a cool one, Clark,” I said waiting for his knowing smile before handing him my half-finished beer and then turning to go downstairs for the rest. His beautiful laugh followed me all the way down the stairs, setting off the hum that danced along my awareness, connecting us in some way I could not explain.

I quickly grabbed the beer, wanting to hurry back upstairs to see if he felt it as well. It intensified as I climbed the stairs, peaking at the top when I rounded the corner to stare straight into his eyes.

“Should we just ignore it and enjoy the night,” he questioned calmly. “Because, I have to be honest, I was looking forward to just hanging out, eating a good dinner, and then maybe laughing and talking for a while. If whatever this is…” he waved his hands around, opening his eyes wide as he spoke, “…is going to ruin the fun thing we had going, I’m game for ignoring it.”

He could not have said anything more perfect if he had spent weeks trying to prepare. My smile was gigantic and my heart swelled as I nodded, “I’m game for ignoring it.”

We heated up the barbeque sandwiches and ate them as we sat on the floor around my coffee table where I taught him how to play double solitaire.

For the next several hours, we played double sol, talking trash and getting more and more rowdy with each passing hour. As the youngest of four, and the only girl, I was highly competitive and had no problem admitting it, or rubbing someone’s face in it…or maybe even making up a little victory dance to celebrate it.

Lance was just as crazy competitive as I, and he was quickly getting fed up with my current winning streak. So when I stood up to do my victory dance after my fourth straight win, Lance leaped over the table, pushed me over onto the couch and rubbed the cards in my face while I laughed hysterically, calling him a loser the whole time.

We ended up tangled on the floor, covered in cards and laughing until our stomachs hurt. As the laughter started to fade, the hum that we had successfully ignored all night came back in full force, stealing my breath and making me aware of the heat between our bodies as we lay tangled together on the floor.  The hum didn’t dance along our skin as it had previously, instead it shot straight into us, throbbing and pulsing hungrily. We shot apart at the exact same time. After a few minutes of simply staring at one another while we tried to catch our breath, he sighed deeply and stood to leave.

“This was honestly, the best night I can ever remember having, Cecelia. So, I’m going to leave on a high note,” he smiled softly.

I walked him to the gate through the courtyard and let him out, neither one of us saying a word. The hum was now buzzing just underneath my skin, but with each step he took away from me; it seemed to twist into me, leaving me aching. I walked upstairs, suddenly weary, my energy completely drained. I looked at the cards on the floor sadly; feeling like all joy had been ripped away from me. I dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then fell in bed, not even waking when Andre climbed in beside me during the night.

I hope you have enjoyed this little sneak peek into my twisted little mind…if you want more of Control, you can purchase the book for only $2.99 at Amazon!!

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Me, looking properly wistful and sincere...

Me, looking properly wistful and sincere…

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Write-It-Forward Indie Author Initiative. . .


As a struggling indie author, I have met several other struggling indie authors who are truly fantastic. So, I am creating a new section of my blog dedicated to those who, like myself, are trying like hell to promote their work in the Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Romance, and of course (the hottest) Paranormal Romantic Comedy genres.

Yeah, I know there are a nauseating amount of sites that help to promote indie authors…but this is the only one that will do it with flair (and of course, the occasional jazz hands).

I guess I should clarify, I will not be promoting the authors themselves. Nope, I will be promoting their most current book/series, and giving readers a peek inside the squishy contents of their creative brain!

So if you have ever wondered how the author sees their characters, or what their favorite scene is, or what inspired them to create the characters in their books…this is the place where you will find it.

You will get a bird’s eye view of the book as described in the author’s own words, not a manufactured synopsis. The best part of all, is that you will get several actual excerpts from the book, so you will see a glimpse of the author’s writing style, dialogue, and the best and worst of their characters!

Go ahead…peek inside. You know you want to. 🙂 

~*~ If you are an Indie Author who has published works in any of the aforementioned genres, please send me an email (mclavocat.voodoo(@)gmail(.)com with some basic information about your book and a link where I can view purchasing information, a synopsis, etc.  If your work is appropriate for this section, I will email you a questionnaire to complete. Anyone who does not follow the directions on the questionnaire will not be posted to the site, this is a requirement as it will save me time, thereby allowing me to post frequently. ~*~