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T Minus 6 Days to Launch!!!!


And the countdown begins …

Kaitlin’s Tale will be available in 6 days, on Monday, May 16. The initial cost will be $3.99 (ebook). The print launch comes in July.

Meanwhile, I’m hoping all my friends and family and fans and strangers who thing “Huh, that looks good!” and people who read the first Cassie Scot book but got sidetracked and may not know all the rest are out and really just anyone and everyone (this is an example of a run-on sentence — you’re welcome) to come to my LAUNCH PARTY Monday night.

Special guests: Kaitlin Meyer, Matthew Blair, Evan Blackwood, and Cassie Scot Blackwood

6:30-8:30 if you’re on the east coast
5:30-7:30 if you’re in the middle with me
4:30-6:30 if you’re in the mountains
3:30-5:30 if you’re out west
2:30-4:30 if you’re in Alaska
12:30-2:30 if you’re in Hawaii

Non-US citizens, I hope you can figure it out from there. You are, of course, welcome.

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Madison’s Song LAUNCH — with PRIZES!

I’m celebrating the official launch of Madison’s Song with four (4) book tours!

My own tour gets started today with a terrific review from Cassandra, Lost in Books.

The tour includes a $100 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway + chances to win signed copies of Cassie Scot: ParaNormal Detective. Here’s the full schedule…

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PLUS, I’m doing three (3) book BLITZES today. My book will be featured on about 100 blogs around the web, and there are 3 different chances to win a $10 gift card.

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Madison’s Song Ebook Release!!!!

Available TODAY in Ebook format ….


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Her voice is enchanting; his soul is black…

Madison Carter has been terrified of Scott Lee since the night he saved her from an evil sorcerer – then melted into a man-eating monster before her eyes. The werewolf is a slave to the moon, but Madison’s nightmares are not.

Despite her fears, when Madison’s brother, Clinton, is bitten by a werewolf, she knows there is only one man who can help. A man who frightens her all the more because even in her nightmares, he also thrills her.

Together for the first time since that terrible night, Scott and Madison drive to Clinton’s home only to discover that he’s vanished. Frantic now, Madison must overcome her fears and uncover hidden strengths if she hopes to save him. And she’s not the only one fighting inner demons. Scott’s are literal, and they have him convinced that he will never deserve the woman he loves.


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From the Author

Madison’s Song is a stand-alone spin-off to the Cassie Scot series … but what does that mean?

Well, to be blunt, it means I have a new marketing tool – a way to interest new readers without having to worry about whether or not they’ve read the prequels. That was always a challenge for the Cassie Scot series, which grew so much in each new volume that in some ways the four books told one complete story. You don’t have to have read the Cassie Scot series to understand Madison’s Song – I even hired a new editor to make sure!

It is even worth mentioning that the tone of Madison’s Song is very different from the tone of Cassie Scot. Madison’s Song is darker, grittier, and more adult. It may resonate best with a slightly different audience.


Read the Cassie Scot series first, unless you’ve got a really good reason not to. The first Cassie Scot book is even 99 cents (at least for a couple more weeks). You’ll understand Madison a bit better, and probably be more invested in what’s happening to her.

Book Review: Vampire Mine (Love at Stake #10)

Vampire Mine (Love at Stake, #10)This book takes us back to the Scottish warriors. But instead of hooking up with a mortal, this one falls for … an angel?


I’m not sure how excited I am that this series has taken on an angel. I don’t want to see it morph into a heaven vs hell story.

This book was fine. I did like the ending — there was a little twist that promises new conflicts to come.

Movie Review: Avengers Age of Ultron

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This movie contained some laugh-out-loud one-liners. I particularly liked Hawkeye saying, “The city is flying and we’re fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. Nothing makes sense.”

Indeed. Nothing made sense.

Honestly, the movie was long, dull, and ridiculous. The plot was thin, the character development almost painful (especially the budding romance between the Black Widow and Hulk — who works awfully well in a team for who/what he is).

During the first movie, I didn’t understand what Hawkeye and The Black Widow were doing in a group that also included Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, and The Hulk. This issue was addressed in this movie (point in its favor) but ultimately I don’t feel like they fight in the same league. They have skills, but seriously …

Overall, that was two-and-a-half hours of my life I’ll never get back.

All I Want for Christmas is a Vampire (Love at Stake, #5)

All I Want for Christmas is a Vampire (Love at Stake, #5)

Poor Ian. The man is almost 500 years old, and until recently (book 4, to be exact), he looked 15. Luckily, thanks to a new stay-awake-during-the-day drug, he has aged 12 years, one for every day he stayed awake.

Finally, he is ready to find the love of his life, the woman who wouldn’t have looked twice at him before because he would have looked like her younger brother.

But Ian is looking for love in all the wrong places, as the saying goes. Among other things, he’s determined that only a vampire will do. And he starts his search in a male strip club for vampires.

In a fun new change of pace for this series, Toni knows from the start about the existence of vampires. In fact, she’s trying to find proof of their existence in order to help her best friend and roommate, who is in a mental ward after a vampire attack in the park. She’s attracted to Ian from the start, and a little hurt that he doesn’t think mortals are “good enough.”

Madison’s Song Cover Art Vote!

I could use some help deciding on the cover art for my upcoming dark fantasy novel, Madison’s Song. I’ve already settled on an image, but I’ve got 6 different color schemes to choose from, plus 6 different fonts! I would really appreciate feedback — just tell me which one you like best. If you like one color scheme better but another title font better, that’s a valid opinion/option!

Note: The images on the left are full front/back cover. The images on the right are front only, and are honestly more important since that’s largely what I’ll be using. 🙂







Black Hole Bounty Excerpt + Giveaway



Destiny is written in the stars? Maybe, but when you’re in a black hole you make your own damn destiny.

It’s not every day you get abducted by an alien general, but then, Jerusa Whichab isn’t having an average day. Earth is fading from view and she’s got a decision to make – cooperate with her despotic, yet unnervingly attractive captor or receive an injection of goo. General Toyeb can’t be trusted, and his body-healing, mind-blowing Theta waves leave her panting for more. But what choice does she have if she’s to stay alive?

None, if enemy bounty hunter Berwyck dal Korth has his way. Intent on capturing Jerusa, he performs a binding ritual to ensure she cannot escape him – a ritual with unforeseen side effects for both of them. Forced into hostile proximity, Berwyck and Jerusa battle to subdue their rising attraction, but will they conquer their desire – or succumb?



Escaping me isn’t in your best interests.”

Something in Berwyck’s tone made me wary, but for once I had the upper hand and I was going to slap him with it. “Here’s the deal—you keep your blood bank safe until we get to the compound and I’ll help you beam out the Uneg you need. Comprende?”

It’s you who doesn’t understand.” He expelled a long breath. “As part of the healing ritual I performed I fed you my varr.”

Varr…Now, where had I heard that word before? I rubbed at the scar on my neck and recoiled. “The liquid you poured down my throat was your venom? The same stuff you injected under my skin so you could track me?”

This varr is different,” he said stiffly.

But just as gross.” My stomach roiled. How much had I swallowed in the past five days? Inside my body I had Berwyck’s vile, disgusting venom mixing with vile, disgusting meat. Did he collect it from a gland in his mouth similar to the rhendar’s before he gave it to me, or—oh, God, did he squeeze it out of his veins? Whatever the case, it was rising to the back of my throat. “I’m going to be sick.”

Your body won’t expel my varr,” Berwyck said, through my dry-heaves. “The ritual I performed forces you to accept it as nourishment, not venom. It won’t make you sick, but—” He waited until he had my full attention. “It exacts a price.”

Huh? “I don’t have money.”

Not money.”


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Sienna spent her adolescence staring at the dark skies over the Caribbean coast of Panama, dreaming up romantic adventures she now delights in writing down. She reads, writes and revels in romance, and she’s attracted to off-beat, sexy characters—in fiction and in real life! These days she lives a long way from the Caribbean, but when she drags her husband and children to Hermitage Castle to gaze at the stars, the vast beauty of space makes her feel at home. Who knows, maybe an alien will pop down and invite them on a ride?

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Holiday Parade: Fires of Nuala by Cat Kimbriel

Today, in preparation for holiday gift-giving, we’re going to hear a bit from Cat Kimbriel‘s book, Fires of Nuala! Enjoy!

On the planet Nuala, the scam that beguiling free-trader Silver has come to join has just been blown to the skies, along with the throne lines of three separate sovereign nations.

The last male heir of one throne line, Sheel Atare, is unprepared to rule, but he’s quick to seize allies wherever he can—like the beautiful and dangerous Silver.

Now Silver has to choose: stick to the scam, or get sucked into the struggle to save Nuala—and Sheel Atare’s life.

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Mailan had reached the terrace when she heard the crash. Instinct took over; dropping her assorted bundles, she drew her cat knife and threw herself through the open doorway.

A jumbled scene littered the floor. Seeking Sheel first, Mailan found him on his knees, a cat knife gripped tightly in one hand. He had the tip of the blade pressed into the throat of a guaard. A guaard? Glancing around quickly, she saw Jude crouched, both knives held in throwing position, her gaze on—

“Crow?” Mailan’s surprise sounded shrill. Vision widened, taking in the entire room. Pressed against the inner door, the off-world woman waited, the color of her face rivaling alabaster. Crow was almost as pale—and confused. He clearly had no idea—

“Seri?” Mailan ventured, wondering if she should speak, and if so, what were the proper words. Sweet Mendülay . . .

“Did you send him here?” Almost conversational, Sheel’s tone.

“No. I sent him to the palace to speak to your sisters.”

“Did you tell him where we were?”


“Then what” —Jude, rising now, her exasperation evident— “were you doing creeping around in the bushes?” Her voice easily rose an octave from start to finish, even as she gestured for Mailan to close the terrace doors.

Afraid Jude would lunge at the young man, Mailan quickly said: “Crow . . . how did you ever guess? . . .”

“Common sense. I checked a few other places on my way. Where you spent the night was not important—the current location was the major thing. And unless you went to the Ragäree’s retreat—”

The knife pressed closer, and Crow stopped his careful recitation. “I doubt anyone else would guess. I have met you after duty before, Mailan. I knew where to look.”

“Why were you creeping around the windows?” Again, that gentle speech pattern, which always meant Sheel was fighting anger.

Crow actually rolled his eyes. “Because I did not want anyone to see me sneaking around the temple grounds, of course. I did not intend for the entire guaard and local enforcers to find the place. Mailan wanted it kept quiet.”

“Then why did you come?” There was no way for Mailan to warn Crow that his life depended on the answer to her question. Why Sheel was acting this way was unimportant. To those who knew him, he was on the edge of violence.

“Because . . . whatever you were doing, you needed help. You were—are—a mess, and one alert guaard on an heir is not enough.” The youth was completely relaxed as he directed the last to Mailan; he had even dropped his knife, drawn instinctively when he was jumped, if his story was true. If? Could she doubt him? Why had she not confided in him? In more lucid moments she would have known he would read her worry.

“Seri . . . what do you need?” Mailan started, still afraid to move.

“The oath will do.”

All three guaard stared at him a moment. Mailan was lost. . . . What oath? Did he . . .

Glancing over at Jude’s defensive posture, Sheel drew his steel away from Crow’s throat and reversed the blade, holding it point down between them. Crow did not risk looking away; his gaze still meeting Sheel’s, the young guaard reached to wrap his right hand around the offered hand and hilt.

“On this I swear,” Crow began, the whisper slowly gathering volume, “by life and honor, by blood and trust, that with this oath I will serve the son and daughter of Atare, obeying all words and following all leads, shielding their line and prizing their secrets as Mendülay guards mine own, for so long as they hold to their charge.”

Mailan’s knees felt weak. That oath—the sharing of oaths, the duty accepted by each at the feet of their Atare, the moment they were chosen to become guaard.

Sheel responded by folding his left hand over Crow’s. “On this I swear, by life and honor, that I will take you as a guaard to serve Atare within the bounds of your oath, holding your trust as I hold to my charge—head, hand, and heart of the heirs, now and forever.”

The group remained frozen in their tableau for several moments. Finally Mailan moved, reversing her grip on her cat knife. Noticing her action, Sheel sat back on his heels and shook his head.

“No, Mailan. I only ask for that oath once. And you . . . ‘spoke’ . . . for Jude.” Grinning suddenly at Crow, he released his grip and added: “You did not have time to speak for him.” Standing and turning his back to Crow, Sheel stretched, loosening massively constricted muscle. Glancing at the off-worlder, he said in Caesarean: “It is all right. No one is going to die.”


Katharine Eliska Kimbriel reinvents herself every decade or so.  The one constant she has reached for in life is telling stories.  “I’m interested in how people respond to choice.  What is the metaphor for power, for choice? In SF it tends to be technology (good, bad and balanced) while in Fantasy the metaphor is magic – who has it, who wants or does not want it, what is done with it, and who/what the person or culture is after the dust has settled. A second metaphor, both grace note and foundation, is the need for and art of healing.  Forthcoming stories will talk about new things that I’ve learned, and still hope to learn … with grace notes about betrayal, forgiveness, healing and second chances.”  A Campbell Award nominee.

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Happy Holidays!