One of the best things about writing in the paranormal genre is the ability to reach beyond the known into the impossible, making the unbelievable all too real. Since I’ve already established worlds for both my vampires and shapeshifters, why not go juuuust a bit farther by expanding their supernatural powers – not going crazy with it, you understand – but just adding some interesting tweaks to the repertoire of an elite few. Take my hero, Max Savoie, for instance (Yes, please!!)
Having no idea about his history, Max had to rely upon the unreliable “facts” supplied by his mentor/owner, one of New Orleans’ most notorious criminals who makes the most of Max’s talents. Jimmy Legere’s motto is what Max doesn’t know will keep both of them alive.
Jimmy had been in Detective Charlotte Caissie’s sites since her police officer father’s murder when she was a child. Falling in love with the man she’d intended to use to jail his mentor was never her plan . . . but now, it’s her reality, a tightrope act balancing love and loyalty for the most unacceptable male imaginable. Here’s a tease from CAPTURED BY MOONLIGHT, the third book in the series, all of which I hope to get reissued soon!
The Excerpt
“I should have told you this yesterday, but it threw me so hard I couldn’t get on top of it. I’ve been sitting here trying to work up the right words.”
Her heart hopscotched in alarm as she whispered, “What is it?”
“The John Doe on Dovion’s table, did you get a look at him?”
“Only the eight-by-tens. Not much left to look at after they were done with him. Oh, Max—is it someone you know?” Her hand slipped over his as her voice softened. “Someone I know?”
( . . . and a bit more . . .)
“Philo’s little brother, Tito. I had to take him the news just after the club opened.”
She automatically went into cop mode. “Was he working for you?”
“No. Philo said he was doing small stuff to stay off the docks, looking for a place to fit in without trading on his connections . . . just a kid who must have stepped on some powerful toes.”
“You know how he was killed, don’t you? Dovion is totally in the dark.”
“And he needs to stay that way.” Max’s tone toughened as his instinct for self-preservation slowly overcame his grief. He hesitated, debating on how much to share with her. “It’s called a pulse,” he said at last.
I can’t WAIT to get up close and personal with this series again . . . and to get them back out to new readers! Happy almost end of summer!!
