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I want to welcome Tess Delacour to my blog. Her new release,

Play It Again, Dan, is the first book in her romantic suspense series.

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Blurb:

The moment Detective Daniel Murphy waltzes into The Dubliner Irish Pub, he knows it is going to be a good night. Music, beer, and sex are the three best reasons for living in his opinion. The first two were satisfied upon entry and the third looks promising if the singer on the stage is cooperative. Little does he know that the woman he’s about to meet, the very one he’s been admiring, will change his life forever. She’s picked up a nasty stalker and Dan is the cop assigned to her case. Lucky him.

Assistant District Attorney Kate Shaw’s first encounter with Detective Murphy consists of him ogling her backside and bossing her around. Not a stellar start. She’s carrying a boatload of childhood baggage from a youth spent in foster care and believes she is unable to make an emotional connection with the opposite sex. Men are more trouble than they’re worth and life with her music, work, and cat are plenty to satisfy.

They attempt to work together to nail Kate’s stalker but the bad guy has other ideas. Can Dan protect Kate from the threat and convince her they are for keeps? He’s a man who gets what he wants. In this case that’s the bad guy as well as the girl.

 

Bio:

Contemporary romance author Tess Delacour writes fiction that will ignite your mind as well as your body.  She fell in love with the genre as a young girl after reading Pride and Prejudice.  Hooked by the ‘happily ever after’, romance fiction has been a lifelong obsession.  She calls her writing ‘sexy modern romance with a dose of fun and humor’.  She attended the University of Nebraska-Lincoln for undergrad and law school, and currently resides in rural Virginia with her family and dog.

She is a member or Romance Writers of America and Virginia Romance Writers.

 

Author Interview: 

1.  What is your favorite genre to read/write?

I love to read all genres of romance. I seem to go through phases. I have a fondness for series books. I guess I don’t like to let go of characters I’ve connected with and I want to know more about them. Lately, I’ve been addicted to paranormal and shifter stories.

I like to write contemporary romance. Real stories about real people are what intrigue me. These are folks you can identify with, regular people struggling with life and relationships. Since I love to read series romance that is what I write. The characters we come to love pop up in the future books as secondary characters. I suppose I love them all and can’t let go.

2.  When did you decide you wanted to write?

My stories have been in my head as long as I’ve been alive. I kept the equivalent of a diary all through elementary and middle school, but wrote stories instead of documenting my daily activity.   It wasn’t until the last few years that I seriously considered submitting my work to a publisher. Fear of rejection kept me from taking the leap. I regret not doing it sooner.

3.  Where do you get your ideas?

I write about what I know and have experienced myself. Things in the news pop up and give me ideas; truth is stranger than fiction at times. I also have vivid dreams and frequently ideas come to me that way. Long quiet walks stimulate my muse, as well as driving in the car with no music. I think our world is a nonstop barrage of stimulation and if you can quiet all that noise your creativity has a chance to bloom.

4.  Do you have a special routine you follow when writing?

I’m a busy wife and mom, and my routine is not always written in stone. I write when I can, but seem to be more prolific in the mornings and late at night. I am more of a pantser than a plotter. I tend to have bursts of creativity that are rough, and then I flesh it out over time.

5.  What advice would you give others who want to write?

Take the plunge. I wish I had submitted my work years earlier. You have to try in order to succeed or fail, but until you do you’ll never do either.

 

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Well, not quite a month since my first eBook made its appearance. It’s been an interesting journey so far. Finally getting the hang of Tweeting. I don’t think I was prepared for how interesting this journey would be. When I was younger dreaming of becoming an author, it was before the internet. I saw myself touring the country, going to bookstores to do signings. I don’t think even the big name writers do that much anymore. They do have the option to go on television talk shows though.

It’s a double edge sword having social media and the internet. I can reach people easier, and go places I can only imagine, but I almost wish I could have started publishing when actual book tours still occurred. When I told a friend that they do them virtually now, she seemed a bit perplexed. She only uses technology as much as she has to. I on the other hand have always been a nerd when it comes to technology, and possessed some natural abilities for figuring it out. That has saved me more than once.

I think the trick with social media and writing is figuring out how to balance them. I’m still working on that. I’ve been so gung ho about marketing my novella, I haven’t made as much time for my next book. When I don’t write, I’m not in my happy place.

Right now, I’m working on a short novelette that I hope will be published in LS Books’s Afternoon Delights. Something quick to keep me motivated to finish up Strange Magic, Book 2 of my Spellbound series. Eventually, I will set up a newsletter and provide and easier way to follow me. Life is a bit chaotic at the moment.

I have some more promo events coming up. A guest blog spot on my editor’s website on April 2nd, and an Author Q&A on All Romance eBooks Café on April 24th. I will be posting more information and links as the dates get closer. Both are opportunities to get to know me better as a writer and why I have written Wicked Magic.

For those of you buying and reading Wicked Magic, thank you. The next installment will go up to a heat level 3, and will give a better idea of where I am taking the series. It will be populated with witches, magic and some shape shifters. I hope you will come along on the journey with me.

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Book Title: Light Beyond the Darkness

Author: Tami Lund

Genre: Paranormal

Release Date: April 27, 2015

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Book Blurb

 

In the third installment of the Lightbearer series, lightbearer Carley Santiago and shifter Reid Hennigan are running from their pasts. Hiding in the human world, they meet and sparks fly. But what happens when Carley’s past threatens to ruin her relationship with Reid?

Carley was once the premier chef for kings – the King of the Lightbearers, that is. But when her mate pushes her over a cliff and she miraculously survives, she flees her home, the coterie, knowing he will want to finish the job. She figures hiding in the human world is the best way to ensure her own safety.

 

While working as a chef at one of Chicago’s top restaurants, she meets Reid Hennigan, a lone shifter running from his own past. Carley tries to push him away – she wants nothing to do with anyone from the magical community – even a persistent shifter who insists he only wants to show her pleasure.

Reid Hennigan is another reject from Quentin Lyons’ defunct pack. When he received word his pack master was dead, Reid ran away from his pack, from pack life, having no interest in being forced to be subservient to another abusive pack master. Unfortunately for Reid, shifters are hardwired to desire to be part of a pack, and he finds himself wandering aimlessly through life, with no clear idea of what to do next. When he stumbles upon the shy lightbearer while eating the best steak of his life, he discovers a new lease on life.

Reid sets out to woo the beautiful, broken lightbearer. Passion turns to love, and Reid figures his life is pretty damn perfect, despite no longer having a pack. But Carley has secrets of her own, and her secrets.

excerpt

“He sent it back?” Carley asked in disbelief.

Sara nodded. “He said he can tell you didn’t make it, and he refuses to eat anything from this kitchen that does not come specifically from you. He suggested you could come out and talk to him about it.”

Carley shook her head and rolled her eyes. She would just bet he was open to her going out into the dining room to talk to him.

“Tell him I’m not making steaks tonight. Tell him I’m focusing on the vegetarian dishes,” she said suddenly. She grinned when Sara walked away. That ought to teach him.

The waitress returned a moment later. “He wants the vegetarian special,” she said. “And the key lime pie.” She tilted her head and gave Carley a quizzical look. “What’s going on with you and that guy? I thought you said you didn’t know him?”

“I don’t,” Carley insisted. “I know…someone close to him,” she said. She knew Tanner and his mother, Ariana, Finn, and Lisa, the shifters who were currently living in what had once been Carley’s home, the lightbearers’ coterie. Whether this shifter knew them or not, she had no idea. But they were the same species. That meant he was closer to them than any other species, right?

She washed her hands and nudged Eric away from the vegetable station. “He wants our vegetarian special? I’ll make him a vegetarian special,” she announced, and she set to work chopping every damn type of vegetable she could find.

When Sara returned with the empty plate from the shifter’s table, she held it up for Carley’s inspection and said, “He wants to speak to you. He said he’ll summon the manager if you don’t go out there.”

Carley’s heart sank. The manager would undoubtedly force the issue, if it was brought to his attention. He saw no reason why his chef wouldn’t want to go out into the dining room and schmooze customers.

“Fine,” she grumbled as she sliced a wedge from one of the key lime pies she had made earlier in the day. She deliberately dropped it onto its side on the plate and didn’t add garnish before shoving a few strands of hair behind her ear and stomping out of the kitchen.

“Here,” she said as she unceremoniously dropped the plate onto the table.

The shifter gave the sloppy slice of pie a cursory glance before lifting his pale blue eyes and focusing so wholly onto Carley that she was certain he saw absolutely nothing else in the room at the moment. How could someone be that focused? She didn’t think she’d ever had anyone pay her such full attention in her life.

She fidgeted, nervously twisting her hands together before she realized what she was doing and clasped them behind her back. The shifter continued to stare at her.

“You owe me for that one, Carley.”

She visibly jerked at the sound of his voice, low and deep and smooth as whiskey.

“For what?” she asked, wondering how in the world he knew her name and for what she could possibly owe him. As far as she knew, she’d never met the man before yesterday.

“That dinner. As enticing as it was eating something with your magical stamp on it, forcing me to eat vegetables does not put me in a particularly good mood.”

She blinked owlishly. “I didn’t force you to eat vegetables.”

“You refused to make me a steak.”

“Sean’s steaks are practically as good as mine,” she protested.

“‘Practically’ isn’t yours.”

With a great deal of effort, she pulled her gaze away from his and made a swift perusal around the restaurant. All human, and none were paying them any particular attention, other than the ones she knew were listening at the door behind her.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Not yet,” he replied.

She frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

His voice pitched low. “It means I intend to get to know you, every inch of you, from the inside out. I intend to possess you. I intend to do things—” He reached for her, and she pulled away as if he was about to hit her. He froze, mid-reach and mid-sentence. And then he slowly lowered his hand.

“You’ve been abused,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

She shook her head, trying to deny it. Don’t go there. Don’t go there.

“Past lover?”

She shook her head again. How had the conversation turned to this?

“Family member then.”

“No,” she finally managed to get out.

“Who?”

“Stop,” she said as she lifted her hand, palm facing out. “Just stop. This is none of your business. I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name, and I have no idea how you know mine. I—” He cut her off.

“My name is Reid. And one of your employees referred to you by name yesterday, when I went into the kitchen to meet you.”

“Fine. Fine. Reid. Look, Reid, obviously you know what I am, and I know what you are. So can we just be honest with each other? What do you want from me?”

“I was in the middle of telling you when you flinched away as if you expected I would hit you.”

Carley blew out a breath. Damned instincts. But it was hard to change the only way she knew how to interact with men.

“I don’t know how you found me, but—”

“It was purely by accident.”

She drew in a ragged breath. “Fine. By accident. Whatever. Look, I’m trying to establish a nice, normal life here. One that doesn’t involve shifters or lightbearers or anyone else from the magical community for that matter. That means there isn’t any room in that nice, normal life for you. So the best thing for you to do is just finish up that key lime pie and go back to whatever pack you came from, okay?”

“I can’t go back,” he replied. “And it isn’t acceptable that you have no room in your life for me.”

Was he serious? She stared at him. He certainly looked serious. If he was joking, he was doing a damn fine job of acting deadpan. Too fine a job.

“I don’t understand,” she finally said.

“Which part?”

She flapped her hand. “All of it. What do you mean, it isn’t acceptable? Since when do you have any say in my life?”

“Since I entered it and decided I want you.”

She stared again, her jaw falling open. “You want—”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Clearly it isn’t for your quick wit.”

She snapped her mouth shut and stabbed her finger at the restaurant entrance. “Get out of my restaurant. You can’t have me. Get out. Now.” She didn’t wait to see if he complied. She turned and stalked back into the kitchen with her head held stiffly, refusing to turn around and look at him again. She didn’t need to, to know he was watching her. Lights above, she could feel the intensity of his stare without having to look.

Just as soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind her, she leaned against the wall and took great, gasping breaths. Her entire body shook as if she was in shock. Hell, she probably was.

Someone thrust a glass into her hand. The stench of bourbon assaulted her nose.

“Drink,” Vivian commanded. Carley obediently drank, and then sputtered and gasped when the amber liquid slid down her throat.

“What did he do to you?” Vivian demanded, clearly having decided she was coherent enough to speak of the incident.

“Nothing,” Carley said.

“Well, what happened, then? You’re shaking like a leaf. Something scared the crap out of you. What was it?”

Carley shook her head, but Vivian was a tenacious human being. Finally, Carley admitted, “I’ve never stood up to a man like that before.”

Vivian looked at her as if she’d just sprouted an alien head. Carley shook her head again.

“My father—he wasn’t exactly the most loving parent. And I ended up in a really bad relationship,” she said, conscious of the fact that she’d never spoken of this to anyone, not since the day she left the coterie, five months ago. “I never had the option to say no.” She smiled, just a little. “It sort of felt good.”

“Hell yeah, it did,” Vivian said fiercely. But then she frowned. “Problem with those types, though, is that they generally see someone like you as a challenge.”

“What does that mean?” Carley asked in alarm.

“It means that I doubt this is the last we’ve seen of Mr. Rare Steak.”

 

Meet the Author

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Tami Lund likes to live, love, and laugh, and does her best to ensure the characters in her books do the same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles first, of course.

When she’s not doing that, she’s a mom to two (growing far too fast) kids and a furbaby who conveniently forces her to exercise at least once a day. She’s also a wife to her own knight in shining armor who proposed in a way worthy of a romance novel.

Most of all, she loves to write. She figures it keeps her from going insane. Or at the very least, it keeps strangers from believing she is insane, because if she goes too long without writing the characters down on the computer, she tends to start talking to them. Out loud. Often, in public places.

Tami is multi-published, both self and with a few publishers, including Crimson Romance, Liquid Silver Books, and, (as of June 2015) Soul Mates Publishing.

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“Do you trust me?”

Staring up into dark, intense eyes, she found herself unable to respond, nodding instead.

Full, supple lips tipped upward into a broad, seductive grin. “Mm, good.” The low, husky response caused her to shiver in anticipation.

woman blindfold-3After the blindfold was lowered, covering her eyes, she found herself straining to hear, to feel what came next. When the first touch came, she jumped in surprise, a squeaked, “Um,” falling from her lips.

In her mind’s eye, she followed the gentle caress of the teasing hand, moaning her approval when a pleasurable spot was discovered. Her senses heightened, she soon wanted more than soft touches.

“Please.” Came out as a breathy groan, as she raised her body, pressing against the wandering hand.

A slight chuckle. “Soon.” Hand-5

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