Humans Suck....

I can't believe that humans are still stealing books off the Internet! Have I not bitten enough of you to deter the rest? I mean seriously what will it take?

Tonight I found out that one of my books is being illegally offered and my fangs are aching to tear into the culprit. But if I take out just one, what good will it do? Rather than destroy the few I wish to educate the masses.

Its not hard to be honest and do the right thing, so do it! If you get something without paying for it, question the legitimacy of it. If you want something, go buy it, don't search for a way to get it for free.

The stories that are put out there for you to enjoy are all labors of love by their author, don't spit on them by taking it for free. Thank them by legitimately purchasing their stories. That way I won't be tempted to take matters into my own fangs....

Ten Sure Ways Not To Kill A Vampire

Everyone knows, Vampires don’t like garlic, don’t like Christian symbols, don’t like wooden stakes, and can’t stand sunlight.

Garlic is rather a nuisance. Vampires don’t like the smell — like many mortals — but they don’t like fish or cheese either. Have you ever encountered a Vampire with bad breath? Probably not, and that’s why.
Holy water mainly hurts, and although it hurts much, it won’t easily kill them.

Wooden stakes don’t kill all kinds of Vampires, but a stab in the Vampire’s heart region will immobilize him safely, enabling the Vampire hunter to carry his prey to the light of day. And yes, sunlight will kill, will burn the undead body to ashes.

So much for the basics. Now back to topic: Here are ten sure ways not to kill a Vampire.

1. Shoot him down with a silver bullet
No, that’s the method against werewolves. Silver has no special meaning for Vampires, they heal the wound like any other. Of course, lead is no better.

2. Stab him with a knife
Only if you want to know if he’s ticklish and has a sense for this kind of humor.

3. Throw him from a high cliff
Vampires can transform into a bat and fly, didn’t I mention that? And even if he doesn’t, the impact won’t kill him. But it will surely make him angry.

4. Bury him under an avalanche of rocks
At least it will take him a while to get out. Time for you to get away — very far.

5. Poison his food
What kind of food do Vampires eat anyway? No, poison is just another spice. This might amuse him. He might keep you as chef de cuisine.

6. Shoot him with a poisoned dart or arrow
If you use a wooden dart and hit his heart, this will help you (see basics above), but he won’t mind the poison.

7. Put his feet in concrete and throw him into a lake
Do you live in Chicago? I’ve been told it’s the method of choice there. Again, it might buy you time if you can persuade him to hold still while the concrete hardens. But he may as well mutate into a bat and simply fly away.

8. Gas him
Do you know how often a Vampire has to breathe? Air is mainly needed for the vocal chords. Otherwise he’ll simply enjoy the interesting taste — unless it’s mixed with garlic.

9. Hang him
A very bad idea. First, he won’t wait until you’ve put the rope around his neck. Second, strangling him will not work as he doesn’t need to breathe. Third, even a broken neck will quickly heal. Fourth, he may just tear the rope apart and then taste your blood.

10. Run him over with a car
If you can surprise him, you may have one shot. But Vampires are quick and swift, so don’t count on it. And it won’t work anyway, just make him very angry. Even more if you damaged a decent car during the action. If you miss, however, and are lucky enough to drive a car he likes, he may take it in exchange for sparing your life. But which car would a Vampire like? Ah, that’s a different topic, which I will discuss another day.

Note that although I used “him”, the same rules apply to female Vampires, too.

Next month I’ll focus on ten unusual ways to kill a Vampire. Stay tuned.

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Zoe has challenged powerful opponents--suddenly the huntress becomes the hunted. But you shouldn't count your kittens before they are born. In the total darkness of a large cave system, she has to face her true origin.

Cyber Solace

* Author Amy Romine writing as Rebecca Gailen from Serenity Lost, eXtasybooks.com, Oct 2010

So I am needing an outlet, and you are it oh vast cyberspace. Why, do I need such an outlet? Well let's just say I find myself in a hell of a mess and those people I usually talk to. I can't. I have a secret. Something only one other person knows, and that is because he was there.

I would assume you are now shaking your head wondering "what the hell am I reading?" Well I can tell you if you have come to witness a horror story in the making you have come to the right place!

Am I being overly dramatic? Definitely!

Do I care? Not really. Well, yes and no.

The truth is...I have silently begged the heavens to grant me this one little wish. I just wanted to see him again. I wanted to know for sure that it wasn't a beautiful dream. That his eyes are a deep blue and his embrace is warm and encompassing. Then...there he was.

I couldn't believe it and it couldn't have been more awful. I was exhausted and reeling from a horrid day filled with decomposing teddy bears and drowned rats (don't ask).

Okay fine, if you MUST know, someone has taken an interest in me. Don't panic! I have spoken to the police and they, specifically Detective Lugow (if you saw him, you would know his name describes his looks perfectly!)stated he is all over it. I didn't want to go see him at all but Charlie insisted, and I did promise him I would talk to the police if things got 'weird'. I will admit we have reached that point.

I finished with Detective Lugow, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. I had to review and sign my statement. Once that was done, I grabbed my jacket and headed out to the waiting area. I took a few steps, and saw him. He looked as shocked as I felt, and I wanted to crumble. It took everything in me to not just completely let go...

I think my brain froze. I could not move from the place I had stopped. My feet were glued to the floor. Just as I am about to lose it, Charlie walks up beside me and says...this is my brother, Eric.

His brother, Eric.

Charlie's brother.

Eric.

I still can't say it aloud, it is too much to comprehend. How could this have happened? Oh my God this man...the image that has gotten me through the past few awful weeks... he is Charlie's brother...and I don't know what to do!

Neither of us has spoken a word of it to anyone. I am trying to forget. To push it out of my mind. It was one night. It shouldn't mean anything. The problem is, it does, and I don't know how to undo that...

So Mr. or Mrs. Cyberspace, which ever you are, you are my new best friend. As long and this secret remains a secret, you are the only one I can talk to. If you have any pull with the powers that be, tell them to cut me a break, okay? A girl can only take so much.

Until next time,

Beccs

Updates and Sex Interrupted

First of all, my parents....They have decided to move on. It was far too much for them to handle, being at Paxton's with the in and out of all those other species. At least they were polite about their desire to get the hell away from them as soon as possible. They did promise to visit again soon, which means I might see them in ten years or so...maybe.

As for the unwelcome return visitors...I disposed of them. I had heard Tarquin saying that he was going to discuss them with the Council of Immortals. I couldn't feel good about that. So I took matters into my own hands and damn I relished every second of it. It had been far too long since I have had the opportunity to unleash my fury and power on a lesser being in need of killing. And afterward...oh the sex! I didn't give Tarquin the chance to be upset with me for killing them. He is still strolling around like he's something special, men are such simple creatures.

There is one bit of bad news to this update however...my nosey neighbor has once again popped up to stick her nose in our business. Apparently I was less than quiet when I killed the traitors. And like an idiot human...she came over to investigate rather than just call the police like she usually does. What she witnessed was more intense than me killing the traitors however...she saw Tarquin and I mating intensely... There was blood, and moans and yeah...she was freaked out. Thought I was killing him, and his wolf wanted to attack her for interrupting and threatening to expose us. I had no choice but to capture the stupid human and hand her over to the council. I don't know what Paxton will do with her...

New Look

As you have probably noticed, NLV has a new look. I thought it was time for a change and I hope you like it. If not, comment on the changes you don’t like and I’ll see if we can’t change it back.

I am sad to say that our dear friend Delora Daye will no longer be posting with us. She might however, pop in for a guest blog every now and then.

Amy Romine will take Delora’s place on Wednesdays. Hopefully, she will be able start next week. I’m really excited to see what she can bring to our little “family.” Please help make her feel welcomed.

Here are a few note worthy announcements.

eXtasy Books is now open for submissions as well as Devine Destinies.

Our deepest sympathies

It is with great sorrow that we extend our condolences to Jennifer Rardin's family and friends.

Many of you know her by her most popular Jaz Park series, an urban fantasy collection of Sci-fy novels that included: Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Another One Bites The Dust, Biting The Bullet, Bitten To Death, One More Bite, Bite Marks,
and Bitten In Two (which is scheduled for release in November 2010.)

Please, join us as we say farewell to a great talent - you will be missed.


            

Old.....friends?

How long do you hold a grudge? Is there a limit to the length of time to ignore someone who almost ruined your life?

I am undecided on this issue and need your input.

Five years ago Tarquin and I were very close with this werewolf couple. They weren't part of our pack, but wandered through and ended up staying for a couple years, a part of our family really. They accepted me so well, I encouraged the relationship and ignored anything odd that went on around them. When they began to act secretive I laughed it off as my imagination and Tarquin's being paranoid.

It wasn't until I came across them and a few of our most standoffish weres. They didn't like me, hated vamps and were fairly open about this to the pack. They often made me feel as if they were out to get me, I wondered if they would one day turn on Tarquin too. Which is why it was doubly disturbing when I heard what was being said between them and the couple I thought were our friends. The couple was trying to convince them to overthrow us! It was insane! I, of course, killed them....I mean really you don't expect I would have let them get away with such betrayal? The others, the ones from our pack who were listening, I didn't kill, but I did warn them to leave and never come back.

They stayed gone for five years...and showed up last night asking to be accepted back into our pack. I locked them in the basement while Tarquin and I discuss what we should do.

So what do you think? Forgive, kill, turn loose again?

Gaia’s Lust, Book 5 of Hightower Series is out!

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   Unruly magic. A pregnancy that only the Gods can create. A surprise visit from a long lost relative. Claiming collars, Royal Mages and a new and totally different world. So many things have happened in a mere 72-hour period.

   It is no wonder that I must question my actions before I help Izzy escape from a world that has perfected enslaving our kind—vampires. May the Gods stake me now, for I will destroy the many to save the one.

Excerpt:

   Her suggestion burned inside me, claiming my will. She had become proficient using her voice, and now used it on me to gain the upper hand. Desire forced me to relax, allowing her complete access to my mind and body.
   She parted my lips, and pressing her mouth around me, she enveloped my bundle in the same warmth as my opening. She settled there for several seconds, breathing her hot breath against me. Then her tongue followed the natural groove that led to my opening. As she licked the edges, allowing her tongue to slip inside me while she lapped my juices, she caressed my chest. Her hands ran along my sides, her soft touch exciting me even more. Then without notice, she dug her nails in, slowly scratching her way down and over my stomach. The abrupt pain flared my passion to life, threatening to consume every morsel of self-control I had left. I grabbed the sheets, pulling on them as my back arched higher. Lust pulsed through me, demanding release. I teetered on the brink of submission.
   No! Not yet. Her order ricocheted through me as she pulled away and slowly crept her way up my body, leaving behind wet, sticky kisses.
   “What’s wrong?” I tensed, startled that her magic started to take over. I raised my head looking around the quiet room and saw nothing out of place. No new relatives to contend with, no fairies and better yet, I felt no new appendages.
   Her lips barely touched mine as she spoke. “Now, you have something to focus on while I pack.”
   She grinned and kissed me. Her tongue explored my mouth and then pulled back. Mine followed. Feeling the tip of her moist tongue riveted me and I forced my tongue past her teeth. Our tongues played cat and mouse for a moment. Mine advanced and hers pulled back, before I realized the hard candy was absent. She wouldn’t have, would she? I broke from our kiss.
   “You did not.”
   She smiled and nodded. “I did.” She opened her mouth wide for inspection. “Lie there and let it melt. When I’m done packing, I’ll work at getting it out.”
   “I was so close to coming.” I wiggled underneath her. “Why would you do that?”
   “Because, I love watching you squirm.” She stood, then pointed at me. “Stay,” she commanded. “Let it melt.”
   I closed my eyes and laid there in wait. Vampires have patience, but mine had run out weeks ago when Izzy pretended she was pregnant and her faulty magic started disrupting our sex life.

We got our Fangs in Nick Howard’s, Daniel Roberts

 
I’m Daniel Roberts, you can find me in Buy Me and The Doorway. The Doorway is the sequel to Buy Me and I’m the main character. My stories are available at eXtasy Books or from any of these links.

http://www.nshoward.com/

Buy Me link

                       The Doorway link

What makes you special?
I am, to repeat a common line, tall, dark and handsome. I have money and lots of it. I have been accused of being arrogant, but I believe that is mistaken from my reserved nature. I don’t do much talking myself but rather like to listen and observe. My one attribute that sets me apart from a lot of other people is that I’m extremely goal orientated. I always get what I want.

Tell us about your most current adventure.
In “Buy Me” I organized a special annual charity auction. I convince a number of women, all wealthy, to auction themselves off as slaves for a weekend. There were strict guidelines involved to protect the women and I take precautions to make sure they are comfortable. All the same you may find it is surprising how many women agree to being auctioned off.
In “The Doorway” I meet a beautiful woman called Catherine. She comes across as unemotional and superior, but I detect a fire underneath her skin that even she isn’t aware of. I decide to seduce and control her. The thing is she seems to understand what I’m after but doesn’t know how to fight back. She has never had to deal with a man like myself before.

From The Doorway:

She put on her underwear slowly, annoyed at herself for having trouble deciding what dress to wear. She took a blue dress out of her closet and held it front of her as she stood in front of the full-length mirror. She grimaced at her reflection and turned to toss the dress angrily on her bed.

“What the hell is the matter with me? It’s just a dinner date. Just pick a damn dress to wear. It’s his problem if he doesn’t like what I wear, not mine.”

The last sentence sounded hollow to her and she went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass from a half-full bottle of red wine. She leaned against the kitchen counter as she drank, trying to rationalize why he had her so upset. She was used to having her way with men, used to making them second-guess what she wanted. Suddenly, that control had vanished. He had led the conversation and made her guess what he was going to do.

Okay so he’s been able to take control so far. But he won’t intimidate me.

After she finished her wine, she went back to her bedroom, took a deep breath and grabbed a black dress with a simple neckline and a small slit to just above the knee. As she put on a pearl necklace, she wondered why she was dressing rather conservatively.

Usually, she would wear something that would have her date stumbling over himself. That wouldn’t work on Daniel, she decided. Besides, he already knew too much about her. The dress would keep some of her physical attributes hidden for a while.

He arrived in a well-tailored black suit, looking larger than she remembered when she opened the door. When he complimented her on her dress, she felt her cheeks flush and quickly looked away from him. He led the way, escorting her down to the lobby where a taxi waited for them. The cab ride took them to one of the better restaurants.

He chose a red wine for the meal, which reminded her that he was still ahead of her in the game she imagined they were playing.

“Why did you ask me to have dinner tonight and not the weekend?”

“I have to fly out to Bermuda tomorrow.”

“Business?”

He laughed. “When I go to Bermuda, it’s never really work. Have you ever been there?”

“No.”

“You must go there sometime. Where do you like to holiday at?”

So it goes, she thought.

He continued to weave around her questions while learning more about her. She still didn’t know why he was going to Bermuda, but he now knew she preferred going to Europe for vacations. She became more intrigued about him, deciding that if open questions didn’t work, perhaps bold, more direct questions would give her better footing.

“So do you believe relationships should be equal?” She didn’t herself and until now, considered herself the one in control of a relationship. She wondered how he saw himself and if he considered her his equal.

“Equal? I don’t think that term applies to relationships. Relationships are balanced. Each gives and takes something to maintain the balance. If one partner is unsatisfied with the way it is balanced, then it falls apart.”

She almost squeezed her hands into fists in exasperation that he danced around her question and then immediately calmed herself. He still hadn’t answered her question about whether he thought she was his equal. She tried again.

“What about us? What do you see as our balanced relationship?”

He swirled the wine in his glass and took a drink.

“Are you wanting to know what my intentions are with you?”

“Yes.” She was taken back by his use of the word “intentions,” almost as if it was sinister. That, she reflected, made him even more interesting.

He laughed a deep chuckle.

“Perhaps all I want to do is to seduce you.”

“Seduce me to what end? To bed me and then just walk away? I hope you’re not serious about that.” She gave a smile that flashed her teeth to show he didn’t intimidate her.

“Oh, no. The seduction I’m thinking of goes far beyond physical gratification.” He returned her smile. “You’re not upset with me for wanting to claim you, are you?”
“No, it’s what you men do, isn’t it? I suppose you can try, but I’m not easily—”

“Dominated?”

“Dominated? Never.” She felt his eyes peer into her own, searching for more. She blinked, feeling as if he had just glimpsed a deeper truth in her soul that she didn’t even know about herself. Now, she felt uncomfortable, uncertain. There was a lie in the word “never.” She knew it now, but the when or how stayed hidden.

“Perhaps I could be allowed to try.”

“I suppose you can, but you’ll be in for a disappointment. Why waste your time?”

“Because the reward will be so great for both of us.”

That was just a clever line she thought at first, but when her gaze met his again, she saw he was sincere. It scared her enough that she quickly reached for her wine glass, hoping he didn’t see her uncertainty.

She was too astonished to speak for a moment and when she did make a retort, she felt disappointed in her own reply. To her it sounded less like the “go to hell” response she wanted and more like a question to a sales pitch. “And what possible benefits would there be to me being dominated by you?” She crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. She hoped her body language would convey what her words didn’t.

“You get to give up this control you wave about like a flag. You’ll be happier and truly feel like you’re alive.”

Catherine was taken aback as she considered the thought of her being under his control. And what did he mean by me waving my control like a flag? “I don’t think so.” Her voice found its mark—strong clear and direct. “You see—” Now she was getting ready to put him in his place and set him straight on whom he was dealing with.

He held up his hand. “You asked me what I wanted so don’t get upset at the truth. I merely ask you just to consider the possibility.”

Now she felt flustered again and took another drink of wine, now not sure how to respond. “It won’t work.” She wished she said it more defiantly, surprised how quiet her voice was.

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Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And If you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
Nick Howard has a website, www.nshoward.com and has his works displayed there. He also has several free stories available on the site, including writings by other authors. I have some advice for him. He is currently working on a science fiction series called Praxton and I think he should develop more from that universe. It is a world I would be very happy in live on.

Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
I do believe I am not well understood. I plan and think before I act or speak, taking into account of a lot of factors. I rarely show much emotion. My work is a negotiator and showing emotions is bad for getting business done. So when someone disagrees with me I usually have considered that objection already. However that gives that impression I ignore advice and am just stubborn. It’s not true; I’m simply one step ahead of them. The other misconception is that I’m a bit sadistic. This is not true. I only use discipline to ensure my complete control and not because I enjoy inflicting pain on others. As Catherine found out when she first refused my control there are consequences.

What kind of music do you listen to?
Opera, classical, jazz.

Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?
Love is an emotional state that can lead to making errors. I have seen many of my acquaintances marry when in love and fall out of love a few months later with disastrous financial consequences. That is not to say I cannot care for someone. I have had many lovers in the past and remained on good terms with them after breaking up with them. One reason is that I do not use the word love without completely meaning it. I have never used that word to a woman to convey my feelings to her. Someday that may happen but I understand exactly what it will mean to her.

Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
Just a bit of my personal observation of the world. Catherine asked me if I thought we were equal in our relationship. I knew what she was asking- did I believe I her superior. I told her it didn’t apply- it simply doesn’t. All men and women should have the same rights and there is that equality. But in a relationship? Hardly. What we have is a balance. We each give something of ourselves to the other. If one feels they are giving too much. Then the balance is broken and the relationship falls apart.

Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?
LOL. A dark secret? Well my discipline room is not well lit! Almost everyone who meets me sees a well polished gentleman. Only a few of my closer friends know that I demand my lady to be submissive to me and that I make them wear a collar and cuffs. Not every minute of the day and I recognize such attire would cause problems at work and some social engagements. However I believe the physical presence of a collar on a woman’s neck reminds her who I am.

Do you ever ask your significant other for advice?
I do not have a significant other yet. However I do hide the fact I do not believe in a monogamous for myself when dating a woman. I know some readers will be upset to think here he is putting a collar on a woman that virtually assures she will be his alone yet he feels free to continue to visit his old girlfriends. Sorry, this is who I am.

What is your most favorite thing to do?
I feel a great rush of satisfaction when I close a major deal for a corporation. Sometimes we are talking about a billion dollar acquisition and when such a business contract is successfully concluded it gives me enormous satisfaction.

Do you sing in the shower?
No, the person sharing the shower with me may not like my singing.

Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?
No, I don’t lose control. Period.

How many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?
I have had over a hundred women in my time, so far. Several times I have had three-some and twice with three women.

What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done? Stupidest? Craziest?
I’m not sure what is the kinkiest thing is I’ve done, but maybe organizing the charity auction in Buy Me qualifies. Semi-dressed and naked women being auctioned off does sound a bit kinky already, but there is more to that at the event. I convinced other women to be on display, some tied up, before the auction to help improve the bids and generate anticipation. You’ll have to check that out!

What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
My latest with Catherine. There is something special about making love to a woman who is tied up and also desperately wants you. You have complete control over her and will decide how long and when she shall climax.

Tell us what it’s like to spend a day with you.
Most days are quiet, relaxing. I have the comforts of being rich and take advantage of them. My office is where I do most of my work, but I only work when I feel like it. Sorry, I know what you’re thinking. A little boring, but this is my world of business. Now if you are a female, you will soon discover I do take control quickly. I lead. I choose where we go. I may even order for you if we go to a restaurant. I will get you talk about yourself and reveal little about myself. By the end of the evening I will know you. If I like you I will begin the seduction.

How do you deal with stress?
I meditate and listen to music. I have a cottage that I can go to relax and be alone.

The season approaches...

It is fall, the air is so crisp at night, the colors are turning to golds and wonderful reds. I love this time of the year, love how the days shorten and my time to play gets longer.

One thing I don't like about this time of year is the approach of Halloween and how humans play about as if they are monsters, really disgusting and offensive the way they interpret us. My fangs ache every time I see some idiot with plastic fangs and a cape hopping around on the street. I have started to see a few already, even though it seems like a ways away, I suppose it really isn't.

So I must send out this little warning to humans...if you play at being a monster, don't be surprised to find a real one at your neck, showing you what's real...

As promised…

 Here is the reminder of the wonderful sale going on at All Romance. Yes, it starts today.






 http://www.allromanceebooks.com/

Personally, I find it fitting that it coincides with my human authors birthday, which is also today. Perhaps, I should buy her a plethora of books to read. No…that would busy her time with something other than writing my stories. Forget I mentioned it and don’t tell her. I like to keep her close at hand. You know how we, vampires, are. We are very territorial.

I am also aware of what Saturday is. I can only hope that it has not slipped through anyone’s memories. Since, I won’t be posting again until next week, I will post this now.

May we NEVER forget!

A little peace....

I figured out a way to live with a little peace around here, even with my parents refusing to leave. I sent them to live at Paxton's house! Oh yes and I have an evil grin upon my face as I sit and write this with pleasure. Paxton is out of town dealing with many things for The Council and so his house sits empty.

It was the perfect solution...

The fact that my parents love Paxton and think he was the prefect mate for me helps, and Paxton's still strong desire to make me happy sealed the deal. He wouldn't deny me the peace and they wouldn't resist the chance to be not so close with the weres.

Of course I do think they will find the other species who happen through Paxton's house to be just as disturbing, not that I care....I have peace in my home once again!

Of course that will only last so long....the full moon is always near it seems and then I have to deal with Lillian being here, that bitch. I don't care what her story says, I still don't like her she tried to have me killed! But I won't do anything about it, unless I get the fair chance, since Tarquin forbids me from killing anyone that is part of his pack and she is now technically as much a part of it as I am blah blah blah! He tends to be a little more forgiving than me...

I don't know am I wrong? If you have read through the latest in my series you know what I am talking about. Does she deserve my forgiveness and trust? I do feel a bit sorry for her, seeing as she is dealing with the disappearance of her daughter....I can't imagine what I would do If Alexia was kidnapped, probably go on a killing rampage.

5 Years later…

Contrary to popular opinion, I was not dealing with Izzy last Friday. I actually flew into New Orleans to see for myself the progress that has been made 5 years after Katrina hit.

I, personally, find it repulsive that certain areas are still devastated or abandoned. Yes, New Orleans is doing better, but there are still thousands of homeless, unemployed people who are struggling to get theirs lives back.

The spirit that thrives in New Orleans is alive. Here is a city that suffered the unimaginable and they continue to strive forward, welcoming obstacles with renewed determination.

Not many people or places have earned my respect, until now.

While the American government continues to funnel millions, if not billions of money to overseas third world countries, (you know the ones) to improve their quality of living, by building homes and schools, providing electricity and clean drinking water, individual Americans have banded together to do what the government has not...take care of their own.

And that deserves our respect and support…

We got our fangs in E.M. Muller’s Gargoyle

I’m a gargoyle. In case you’re not familiar with gargoyles, we’re magical creatures who ward off demons, witches and the like. I’ve never been in a book before, but when my friend Maud asked if it was okay to write her memoirs and talk about me, I said it would be okay. The name of the book is Confessions of a Liberal Lover. It’s a comedy (Maud has a great sense of humor) and it’s available as an e-book at Red Rose Publishing Red Rose Publishing with a Kindle version at Amazon. Amazon Kindle

I don’t think we’ve ever had a gargoyle here before, tell us what makes you special? What differentiates you from your kind? Do you have special abilities?
When Maud won me at a church fair when she was only six, she didn’t even know what a gargoyle was. She thought I was just a plastic statue and even though gargoyles aren’t the most handsome of creatures, she was willing to take me home. She didn’t know I had special powers. She just put me on her dresser and would talk to me for hours. I knew she didn’t have many friends and it meant a lot to her that I was there to listen. I didn’t reveal that I had the power to speak until she was a teenager and started getting involved with boys. That’s when I knew she needed my help.

Tell us about your most current adventure.
Don’t have any definite plans for the future. Maud’s doesn’t really need me anymore since she has Charlie so I’m looking for a home. If anyone knows of someone who is lonely and could use a friend like me to help her think things through, they can get a message to me at emmuller0925@aol.com.

Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And If you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
E.M. Muller is a strange bird. She didn’t start writing until she was an old broad because she was too busy working and supporting her kids. After she retired, she got mad about the way things were going in this country and wrote a scary political thriller called The Founding Five. If anyone likes those kinds of books you can find it on Amazon.com - The Founding Five

Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
The way people perceive me is not with their eyes, but with their hearts. If a person has a good heart, like Maud, they will probably like me a lot and want me for a friend. If they have a very small heart, all they will see when they look at me is a little plastic statue.

Tell us a little bit about your world.
My first recollections of this world are of sitting on a shelf behind the Lucky Wheel at the church fair where Maud won me by betting that the wheel would stop on the number 25. Actually, I liked Maud as soon as I saw her and used my powers to make the wheel stop on 25. After she took me home with her, my world became her dresser, a Nine West Shoe in the closet, and stuffed into a slipper sock in the back of her underwear drawer. Now I’m just waiting to see where I will end up next.

What kind of music do you listen to?
I have a passion for love songs. My all time favorite is Fly Me to the Moon.

Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
A woman should never be afraid to reveal to a man who she really is or try to transform herself into whatever it is she thinks a lover wants her to be.

Did you really do “it”?
Do what?
It.. Oh, never mind.

What other characters have influenced you?
The Good Witch in the Wizard of Oz, all fairy godmothers, Jiminy Cricket in Pinocchio, Kermit the Frog, and George Carlin. I realize George was a real person, but he certainly was a unique character, wasn’t he?

Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?
I love to snack on demons.

Do you ever ask your significant other for advice?
I’ve never really had an opportunity to focus on my own personal life.

Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?
When you have magical powers like I do, you have to learn to control yourself or you could do an awful lot of harm.

Do you think you are a superior being?
I don’t think of myself as superior to humans, but in all honesty, I am wiser and see things far more clearly than they do. That’s why I tried so hard to help Maud.

What are your opinions on fallen angels?
I have a lot of sympathy for fallen angels who are trying to redeem themselves. I also have a fondness for genies and have known quite a few.

What are the pro’s and con’s to being a gargoyle?
Gargoyles have a lot of power, but when you spend your time trying to help one human, it can get very lonely. It’s also hard to say goodbye when that human doesn’t need you anymore.

How does one become a gargoyle?
One doesn’t become a gargoyle; you have to be created as one. Shape shifters can make themselves look like one, but they will never have the magical powers of a gargoyle.

Describe your best kill. Why was it the best?
Although some gargoyles are into killing, I abhor violence. I even gave up slaying demons and became a vegan. I only wish they would start making gummy demons for me to snack on.

What makes being with a gargoyle the best sexual experience?
Gargoyles are asexual. We don’t have sex—although we fantasize about it a lot.

How old are you?
My spirit has been around for centuries but the form I take changes a bit. When I was with Maud, I was made out of plastic, which is very popular in the U.S., but in the past I’ve been made out of limestone, marble and once in ancient Egypt, I was made completely out of gold.

What’s the oddest thing you’ve seen or done?
The oddest thing I’ve ever seen is Maud’s wedding to Mark Matthews.

Tell us what it’s like to spend a day with you.
No can do. I’m a one woman gargoyle when I’m on duty.

Finally, is there something you wished we had asked, but didn’t?
No, you’ve been very thorough. It’s been a pleasure responding to your questions. Just drop EM a note if you need anything else.


Regards,

Another Immortal Council book out this week!

Mating Call: Immortal Council series book #4 will be released on September 1st from http://www.extasybooks.com/

A wolf or a voice can stake the claim, but it takes an immortal heart to seal the deal.

To celebrate this release, as well as another release from this wonderful author, check out her blog www.courtneybreazile.com/blog

Check out the wonderful book trailer:

His eyes settled back to brown and he shut the door. As he approached her to take the clothing, he breathed deep and his eyes once again flared to yellow.

Lillian stepped away quickly, knowing what that change was all about--he could scent the remains of her desire, the pleasure she had allowed herself to feel for him in private. She knew her eyes were wide, not from fright, but shame for him to know that she so desired him.

He stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly, hands clenched around the fabric of the borrowed clothes. He opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, then shut it and walked to the bathroom.

She sagged with relief, falling into the nearby chair. This situation may be more than she was capable of handling. After gathering herself once again, she restrained her emotions and pushed all feeling aside. She sat straight and still in the chair, ready to tell him what she proposed.

Henry came out of the bathroom, his long hair dry now and floating around his shoulders, which were wide and pressing out at the seams of Lucas’s borrowed tunic.

She was going to have to find him some better fitting clothes. This was almost as bad as having him naked. She could see every line of his body and what made it worse, was she knew exactly what each line looked like without clothes. The image was forever burned into her brain and it was excruciatingly pleasant. “I have thought of something that might work well, a plan of sorts to find the traitor in my colony.”

Henry gave her a look clearly stating his doubt.

She almost stopped. He was going to hate the idea, but it was better than his lame idea. There was just no way any of the elves in her colony would buy that she needed him as protection. “I think that my idea is better suited to our situation and definitely more believable.”

“Uh-huh, right. So what is it?” He sat across from her and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and looking completely closed off to anything she had to say, as if he were merely humoring her with listening at all.

It grated on her nerves. “You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’ll just tell me it’s not as good as your idea, even though it is, stubborn male.”

He shot forward in his seat, eyes bulging out in shock. “I’m stubborn? Are you kidding me? You are the elf here. It doesn’t get much more stubborn than that.”

“Elves are not stubborn. We believe what we believe and we, unlike so many others, adhere to our beliefs. We don’t pick and choose when we want to follow our own rules.”

“Oh yeah, is that why you mated with a different species? Is that why you have a half-breed daughter out there?”

Greatest Passions

Hi everyone! I'm filling in for Tamara while she deals with Izzy. You know how that can be and since, I really don't get the chance to blog much...this is Tamara's blog after all, I thought I'd sneak in a few words.

I had the wonderful opportunity to strap a tank on this past weekend and it made me realize how much I truly love to scuba dive. For me, there is no greater feeling than laying down, looking up at the sky while watching my bubbles surface. There, I find a peace and calm, I can't seem to find any where else. For a few brief moments, I am transported to a miraculous place where I forget the troubles of the day, the bitches and bastards I've recently run into and just relax...uh...I love that!

If I had to name my greatest passion in the world - writing and scuba diving are tied for first place!

If you haven't done it, I highly recommend you try it, you never who you'll run into, heck! It might even be me sitting next to you on the boat getting ready to go out for a drift dive. Wouldn't that be fun?

I'd love to hear what your passions are...

E-Books at the Library

According to the Institute of Museum and Library Science, 66% of public libraries nationwide now offer digital books, with 14 million e-books available. In my home state of North Carolina, the Wake County Public Library system has shifted a portion of its budget to build a new e-book collection! As of last week, card holders can borrow downloadable e-books and download them directly from the library's website to their computers or e-book readers. 154 titles comprise the collection so far, with 770 e-book copies available. The Wake County Public Library even has a digital media specialist who reports that library users have “been clamoring” for e-books to check out, noting that requests had increased steadily since the first of the year. E-books are more cost-effective than hard copies and will be easier on the library system’s budget. While the current collection contains titles from the New York Times best-seller lists and probably not one smoking hot, sexy erotic title, but that’s okay because promotion of e-books in any fashion or venue benefits all of us. The library recognizes that the biggest e-book sellers are romances and is planning to expand its offering to the sultry reads. Keep your fingers crossed! Some of our work in e-book format might find it way to the local library before you know it!

On an eXtasy Books note, I'd be pleased if you'd take a moment to check out the newly published novella of my writing/critique partner, Ken Potter. His book, Walkin' Dusty Roads, is a romantic suspense love story set on the Carolina Coast and was released on July 15th. He also has a short, Ten Thousand Mile, available at eXtasy with another one due for release in December for holiday. Ken writes 'em hot but very romantic, and his stories kick ass.

Freeways Thoughts....

I think one of the most peaceful places to be at night is an overpass. I know it sounds weird but really it is. Its quiet, except the rhythmic hum of vehicles passing underneath. The lights along the freeway are bright and peaceful. Try it sometime, you will know what I mean...

Anyway I was relaxing on an overpass the other night, thinking about what to do about my parents. After I returned from hiding I found that my parents had settled into the idea of Tarquin and me. What really did it was them meeting Alexia, no one could know her and not think mine and Tarquin's mating was a good idea.

My father still hates Tarquin and my mother still thinks I make EVERYTHING difficult, but at least they don't want to kill Tarquin anymore. So now they have decided to stay for a while, get to know their granddaughter a bit. Great...except they are staying at my house and I am going crazy. I think they might be worse house guests than the werewolves. Or maybe I just have gotten so used to the weres that I don't realize how much they bug me.

So I spend a lot of time here...above the freeway and wondering where the cars are going, what kind of beings are inside. What would it be like to hop on top of one of the cars as it passed and go wherever it was heading. Somewhere where my mother didn't nag me about the dog hair on the carpet and my father didn't grunt disgustingly every time my mate growled at something, which he has been doing a lot lately. I think we both just need a vacation....

Oh me, oh my…

I wanted to give you a heads up!

In this crappy ass economy, All Romance (ARE) is going to have a 25% Rebate Sale staring September 10th. I’m giving you advance notice, so you can start saving your pennies to buy a few books.

Needless to say, I hope you buy my stories, but if not, there are plenty of other good books to purchase. Take advantage of the sale and load your bookshelf or ereader up!

Okay, that’s out of the way…now, we can proceed to the business at hand, me.

My author is driving me crazy! She keeps pushing me for more intricate details of my past sexual experiences. As if, Izzy is going to be okay with me sharing that info. Good Goddess! Now she wants to get me in trouble.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the human has convinced Izzy to have an adult party at my house! Yes, you read it correctly. An adult romance party with sample products!

It’s bad enough that I have shared my sexual endeavors for all the world to read, but now dildo’s and vibrators are going to parade around in my living room.

I may decide to join Zyra in hiding, then again, this might be fun.

I’ll let you know…

We got our fangs in Berengaria Brown’s, John Smith

My name is John Smith. I founded Smith Inc. and built it into a large and prosperous business. We own a multistory building in the heart if the city and have a wonderful relationship with all our clients.

Really, dying was incredibly inconvenient! That idiot Andrew was likely to take over the company instead of Amos, who was developing into a businessman nearly as astute as me.

“Intensity” tells this story. ”: http://www.bookstrand.com/intensity

Hi John, it’s great to have you here. I really do love ghosts, but tell us what makes you special? Do you have any special abilities?
I guess I’m just an average sort of ghost, but I was smart enough to hang around and make sure young Amos took firm control of the company. And I had to encourage him and Wesley to find their own happily ever after as well. As soon as I saw Keziah, I knew she was just the woman for them. Feisty little thing, quite determined to make her own decisions. I knew she’d keep my boys hopping!

Tell us about your most current adventure.
Let me tell you about when Keziah met me for the first time. Of course, I’d been watching her for a while.

The door shut behind her, but the automatic lights in the stairwell had turned on when the door opened so it was as bright as day as she walked up the stairs to what she estimated to be one level.

At the top was another door. Excited, she swiped her keycard again, pulled the handle, and walked inside.

It was an average bedroom-sized room, with one window covered by a flat metal shade that allowed people to see out but no way to see inside. There was a deep, comfy chair in front of a TV turned on to a sports channel, a large bookshelf packed with books, a single bed, and a small table with two chairs.

Keziah’s mind was running wild with possibilities, so she walked over the bookshelf to look at a row of photographs there. She recognized a recent one of Amos and Wesley, and an older one of them aged maybe twenty-one or so. But the most fascinating picture was an old black and white one of two men who looked vaguely familiar but not quite right. Keziah picked up the photo and stared at it for a long time before placing it back on the shelf and moving a bit farther along. Here was another picture of the two men. They were much older now, and the picture was in color, though quite faded. The men had gray hair and with them stood a young woman holding a baby.

“I bet that baby is Wesley!” she exclaimed aloud. That’ll be old John Smith with Wesley’s grandpa and his mom.”

“You’re right,” said a voice behind her. “I knew all along you were a very intelligent woman and a perfect match for Amos and Wesley, and you have proven so today!”

“Shit!” screamed Keziah whirling around.

A ghost was sitting in the comfortable chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee.

“How the hell—who the hell—wait. You’re old Mr. Smith. You’re dead!”

Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And if you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
Berengaria Brown wrote my story. The woman thought she was telling Keziah’s story but I soon got her on the right path. This book is about ME!

In fact, she has written what she calls Tia’s story as well, a book called “Complexity” which is releasing from Siren BookStrand in September. But again, Berengaria may think it is Tia’s story, but really it’s the story of a young relative of mine, Gillian. Gillian is a much weaker spirit than I am, but I managed to help her so she could materialize to Tia and….. Likely I’d better not say more than that.

Berengaria Brown has a blog, http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/, and a website, http://berengariabrown.webs.com/ She has seven books out, all erotic romances, and most of them are ménages like “Intensity” and “Complexity”.

There are a lot of very interesting people living and working at Smith Towers. I may have to let Ms. Brown into a few more secrets in future.

Indeed! So, are you happy with the way people perceive you?
It’s a shame people only see me as old. I don’t feel old. I remember being young, being in love. Of course, being older I had learned the skills I needed to stop that upstart young idiot Andrew from taking over my company. But I still appreciate a nicely rounded young woman. And I couldn’t help but see Amos, Wesley and Keziah making love. They were doing it on the kitchen table for goodness sake! I just happened to be sitting on top of the refrigerator at the time…..

Tell us a little bit about your world.
Most of my time is spent in the Smith Towers. This is a big city building with several levels of underground parking, two levels of shops, then a concourse followed by levels of offices, then apartments and finally a rooftop restaurant. The apartment dwellers and those who work in the offices can use the gym, spa, sauna, swimming pool and exercise rooms on the recreation level. For those who both live and work here, they really never need to leave the building. Which is fortunate as several of them are vampires. Oops, perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned that. That book hasn’t been released yet.

What kind of music do you listen to?
I don’t listen to a lot of music but I do love the sports channels on cable TV. I have a big flat screen TV and watch sport a lot.

Confession time, did you really do “it”?
Absolutely and frequently. I even tell Keziah about the two loves of my life.

As a ghost, do you think you are a superior being?
I don’t know about superior but it sure is good being able to listen in to other people’s conversations and advise them on various things. And there is always lots of things happening in the Smith Towers.

Did you really see a bright light when you died?
I saw the light but it was not time for me to move on. There was too much I still needed to do. I did go into the light at the end of the book though.

Can you touch things in the traditional way?
I can walk through walls and ceilings. It is really quite fun to drift through the furniture. Although I like to sit on top of things: the refrigerator, the bookshelf.

What’s the one thing that is difficult to get used to as a ghost?
So many people cannot see or hear me. That is very frustrating.

Do ghosts have a social calendar to adhere to?
No, my time is my own. But I cannot be in two places at once so I have to plan things at times, and it takes a lot of energy to leave the Smith Towers so I don’t do that very often.

Why can only certain people see you?
Their minds have to be open to the paranormal. At the end of the book more than one hundred people see me. That was fun. I think I shocked a lot of them and some of them are still talking about me even now!

Tell us something we wouldn’t typically know about ghosts.
Young people today think they invented sex and ménages. I do believe I educated some people about what happened in my younger days.


“Intensity” out now from Siren BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/intensity
Berengaria Brown at Siren: http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown/

I'm hiding....

I'm not sorry about last week, because really why should I be? I have been a very reliable vampire so far...and yet my complaining author tracked me down and tried her best to make me feel bad about missing the blogging day. Of course she didn't have to look far, I chose to hide out in a familiar place, up here in Spokane Washington where mine and Tarquin's story, Blood Visions, began. This time of year its a beautiful place to visit as well, the river by moonlight is just gorgeous.

So I am sure you want to know WHY I am hiding up here...well if you remember back a few months ago, I decided to send a letter off to my parents, who I hadn't spoken to in a long while, not unusual for a vampire I assure you. Well they had no idea that I had married, let alone married a werewolf and produced a werepire daughter...I didn't exactly give them the details in the letter either...

So they decided to show up, unannounced...

There is nothing, that I have ever seen, that compares to the anger in my father that day. Which only made Tarquin go into full pissed mode and, well maybe that was worse than my father's anger I'm not really sure. My mother stood by, shaking her head, at ME! As if I was just horribly responsible for this whole fiasco...right!

So I took off, figured it was better than killing everyone and starting my family over. I spent a week and a half hiding out up north before Paxton found me. So I am going to return, not really sure what I will find when I do...

I will keep you all informed.

Recession…

I have heard just about all I can stand about the whining and whimpering of this nations economy. Here’s the truth people, recession is a disease and you can’t treat the symptoms hoping to cure it.

It’s not brain surgery. It’s simple common sense. First and foremost, other country’s are doing a hell of a lot better than America is, why? Because hundreds of thousand, if not millions of American money is funneled to them every year by outsourcing. I see a problem here.

You certainly wouldn’t give Joe Schmuck your last hundred dollars to pay his rent without making damn sure, your rent is paid first! Would you?

How much American money goes to help the homeless, the hungry and the poor in other countries, while America neglects it’s own? How many American jobs go overseas, while American unemployment rates rise? How many illegal's does America cater to, when America can barely sustain it’s own? It’s not a matter of what’s right and wrong anymore, it’s a matter of survival and America is drowning in a sea political correctiveness.

It’s time to put American money and American jobs back where they belong – in America.

It’s time to put aside the personal, petty differences and make America a super power again.

It’s time for America to stop dividing it’s people, did you read that? It’s people…gays…straights…blacks…whites…wiccans…Catholics…America needs to prove that above all else it stands united as one as it eradicates hunger, homelessness, prejudices, bigotry, hate-crimes, unemployment and outsourcing, here, before America tries to fix the rest of the world.

This message was approved by Matriarch Tamara Hightower, candidate for stop your whining, let’s make America better or kick some ass trying.

New Changes

First and foremost, I want to extend Zyra’s apology for not blogging yesterday. She will tell you all about it herself.

Secondly, I want to introduce some changes I’ve made to the blog. As you all know, I post interviews every other Wednesday. If you like what you read and don’t want to go searching all over the web to purchase the book, you can now look to the right of the screen and under the authors cover, you will find an Amazon “widget” which will take you directly to Amazons site where you can purchase the book. Easy huh? Yes, I figured it out all by myself.

Keep in mind, that this is providing the books are available at Amazon.

I try to make this a nice, comfortable place for all to visit. If you have any ideas you want to share, please do. I will not bite. Okay…maybe if you ask me real nice.

Gay Marriage...

The issue is not whether it is morally right or wrong. We all have our own opinions of what is acceptable.

Some people believe that immersing themselves in religion will save their souls, some believe that spirituality has transcended religious beliefs and yet, others believe in nothing at all.

However, I have recently heard some of the most UNBELIEVABLE, outrageous anti-gay statements ever!

Outlawing gay marriage will improve the economy, activist says.

Yes, that’s right! Because this economy couldn’t possibly benefit from all the gay couples who would;
a- apply and PAY for county, or state marriage licenses,
b- order and PAY for wedding accoutrements,
c- reserve and PAY for travel while on their honeymoon,
and d – plan and PAY for the biggest fucking party this nation has ever seen.

That’s right, keep lying to yourselves and keep believing that denying gays the right to marry would help the economy, but please don’t expect me to buy into your bullshit. I have better places to utilize my common sense and spend my money, and it won’t be at Target.

Target financed anti-gay candidate Come on…really?

As for me, the humans can kill each other off, for all I care. My kind would be better off without the politically corrupt system, humans have in place today, but this affects my human author and I really hate that she is treated as a second class citizen!

We sunk our fangs into Paty Jager’s, Himiin

I am Himiin, spirit of the mountain of the Lake Nimiipuu. I was put upon this mountain by the Creator to watch over all the creatures of the mountain. My brother, Wewukiye is the sprit of the lake and our sister, Sa-qan is the spirit to the sky. We were made spirits when our father was selfish and caused our band of Nimiipuu great loss. My story is the first of three books. You can find my story at:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/spirit-of-the-mountain-paperback-p-4175.html

Hello Himiin, tell us what differentiates you from your kind? Do you have special abilities?
I am a shape shifter with the ability to enter other creatures' bodies. When in their bodies I can heal or I can manipulate them to do what will benefit the other creatures. I cannot harm nor can I kill the creatures of the mountain. But I can kill the evil that comes to my mountain in the form of other spirits. Unlike my brother and sister who may roam the Nimiipuu land as they wish, I cannot step off the mountain or I will no longer exist. The Creator put this restriction upon me knowing I would go back to our birth place and try to rectify our father's wrong.

Tell us about your most current adventure.
After fighting with an evil spirit on my mountain, I was caught off guard by a young maiden who tended my wounds. She spoke of her upcoming marriage to the enemy Blackleg. Her caring touched a part of me that had not been touched since I became a spirit. I became determined to watch over her and soon found myself caring more for the one mortal than anything else- even my mountain.

Excerpt from Spirit of the Mountain:

Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold breeze.

Himiin hated that they argued when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to suppress. He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms, he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.

Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue, wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.

Honey.

She tasted of sweet honey straight from the bosom of a bee tree.
One taste was not enough. He pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel of them.

Her mouth opened and she sighed.

His body came to life. The sensations transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness one would give the tiniest of creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.
To hold her, to touch her soft skin. He would never be able to let her go.

He must.

Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And If you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
My author grew up in the land of the Lake Nimiipuu. She rode her horse on a mountain two ridges from mine. We met once as she daydreamed on the back of her horse. Today she lives 300 miles from my mountain and has raised four children. She is loyal to her mate of thirty-one years. My story was her first attempt at paranormal. Her other books are historical and contemporary westerns. You can learn more about my author and see the lake where my brother resides at her website. http://www.patyjager.net

My advice to my author…Keep researching and you will find many more stories to write.

Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
There is only one way for which people see me. That is my wolf form-I am not allowed to show myself to mortals in any other form. Though I break the Creator's rule and show myself to Wren who sees me as I wish to be seen, a caring man who would do anything for her.

Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
The Nimiipuu have a deep seated love of the Wallowa country. It did not happen overnight, it was grown and nurtured through the ages.

Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?
I lost control once when I first became a spirit. There was a confrontation with a zealous warrior. His blood is on my hands and will forever remind me to never lose my control again. I was fortunate the Creator understood I had yet to learn all my spirit capabilities and gave me a second chance.

Do you think you are a superior being?
I am a spirit. I watch over the Lake Nimiipuu. How can I be anything but superior when I can outwit all creatures.

How do you feel about being a spirit?
I have over the many seasons roamed the mountain enjoying the freedom and helping the creatures. It fulfilled me until Wren touched my life. Her conviction and caring toward her people humbled me.

How old are you?
It is my guess that I am over a hundred but less than two hundred years.

Does shifting hurt?
No, I transition from body to body in a wisp of smoke. But I cannot remain in the human form for long periods of time. It requires more power than slipping into an animal and drains me.

Have you ever unintentionally shifted? And if so, how did you deal with it?
I have always shifted how or when I wished, but I have not liked some mortal vessels I slipped into. Especially the Blackleg, Hawk who hurt Wren.