Friday, October 26, 2007
CURSES Available now!
After a year of struggles, it's finally back! Curses, my very first book, first came out with Triskelion last March. Now it's re-edited and dressed in a striking new cover, and best of all, available in PRINT and e-book from the wonderful folks at The Wild Rose Press. www.thewildrosepress.com
Some people are really cursed when it comes to love! For innkeeper and witch Melissa MacRae, a family curse means that falling in love is the ultimate bad idea. Author Jonas Pierce is a werewolf, who has seen too much evil to even consider passing on his curse to another generation. So why does a hot summer fling have them both thinking about happily ever after?
“So tell me about yourself,” Joe began after they’d claimed a corner booth at Rosa’s. The drive into town had been accomplished in silence while Mel chewed nervously on her thoughts. One look at Jonas in his soft black shirt had her palms sweaty and her mouth going dry. His long hair was loose and shining, and it was she could do to keep her hands from running through the strands. She sure hoped Hattie’s advice had been sound, because otherwise, she was in a whole lot of trouble.
His question caught her by surprise. A man who actually wanted to talk about her? She couldn’t tell him everything, of course; she didn’t want to scare him off, but she did give him vignettes. Stories about growing up in Sanctity, her college years at Lake Superior State in Sault Ste. Marie, and the trials and tribulations of a wilderness innkeeper. He was a great listener, Mel discovered, and their food was set in front of them before she realized time had passed.
“I spent the afternoon doing plumbing.” She showed him her ragged fingernails. “It’s not exactly a glamorous life, but I like it. How was your day?” She forked up a bite of Rosa’s Mexican specialty, closing her eyes to better enjoy the explosion of flavors.
“I took a walk in the woods.” He paused to take a bite of his own meal, then smiled and nodded his approval. “Then did a little shopping here in town, spent some time getting to know the area.”
“That should have taken all of five minutes.” His white teeth flashed in response to her quip, and she swallowed hard as her stomach fluttered.
“Actually, you’d be surprised how much you can learn about a place chatting at the local hardware store.” There was an almost feral gleam in those amber eyes, and Mel suddenly had the sensation of being hunted. She didn’t know whether to be thrilled or frightened.
“So did you learn anything interesting?” She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“You could say that.” His grin reminded her uncannily of the wolf she’d seen this afternoon.
“When I mentioned that I was staying up at Whispering Pines, Jerry at the store felt obligated to warn me about you.”
Her fork clattered against her plate as she dropped it. “Really?” She was pretty sure he wasn’t buying her feigned nonchalance.
“Umm-hmm.” He sipped his coffee slowly, dragging out the suspense.
“Why did Jerry warn you off?” Jerry Svensen had never much cared for Mel, not since the day she’d trounced his daughter Jenny at the sixth grade spelling bee. Still, he’d never been overtly disparaging to the tourists before, at least not that she knew of. This thing with the Talcotts was apparently stirring up even more dissension than she’d realized.
“Oh, nothing unexpected,” Jonas purred, his deep voice sending shivers down Mel’s spine. “Rat-trap cabins, overpriced and understaffed. He even hinted that you might be after my virtue.”
“He did?” Ouch! That one hit uncomfortably close to home.
“Yep. I assured him that that wouldn’t be a problem.”
It wouldn’t? Drat!
Joe continued with a twinkle in his eye and a lazy grin. “Of course, there was one more thing he thought I ought to know.”
“And what was that?”
“According to the good Mr. Svensen, the lovely Miss Melissa MacRae is a witch.”