Deborah Brown has another adventure for readers in her Paradise series.
Here's a teaser - Chapter One:
The man’s voice continued, “Shot in the line of duty.”
“Nooo…” I heard a woman scream.
Was it me? I couldn’t be sure. The world went dark.
The first time I laid eyes on Creole, he came up the driveway at The Cottages, lean and lethal, his dark hair pulled into a ponytail. Too bad he didn’t stay around long enough to exchange a word of conversation.
“Creole,” I murmured.
He pushed me up against the wall and kicked the front door closed. Tracing a trail with the tip of his tongue down my chin, down my neck, nibbling lightly, sending shivers through my body. Our first kiss. Taking me by surprise, he backed me against the door, pushing my hands above my head, holding them in place while devouring my lips.
I threw my hands out, struggling to ward off… what exactly?
* * *
In the early afternoon, dark clouds had rolled in, bringing a noisy, pounding storm that covered the town of Tarpon Cove at the top of the Florida Keys in fat water drops that beat against the roofs and windows. At one point, the clouds were so low, I was certain I could reach up and touch them, just to see how full they were. Eventually, the rain rolled out over the Gulf, leaving rising temperatures and a taste of humidity hanging in the air.
I glanced sideways as Fabiana Merceau, my best friend and roommate, wiggled out of the house in a black string bikini, setting a tray of drinks at the end of the patio table.
“Stay down there.” I pointed and put the finishing touches on the table settings for four.
The two of us had planned a dinner for our boyfriends—our favorite Mexican foods—and I’d picked up an assortment of beers for the guys.
“We could eat off paper plates.” Fab smirked, handing me a margarita.
“And deprive me of the chance to drag out my collection of dishes? I don’t think so.” I’d chosen the mismatched Fiestaware in assorted beachy colors for tonight’s dinner.
I had inherited the two-story Key West-style house from my aunt Elizabeth. One of my biggest projects had been turning the outdoor patio space that overlooked the pool into an entertainment area for family and friends. Any excuse to eat outside.
Fab clinked the edge of her martini glass against mine. “To friends.”
“You’re up to something.” I narrowed my eyes in an intense stare meant to suck the information out of her brain without having to ask.
“I hate it when you do that. Stop it.” Her lips quirked, so I knew she was on the verge of laughter.
“Cherie.” Didier appeared in the French doors that separated the patio from the living room.
Fab’s boyfriend—Didier, just the one name—was tall, dark, and deliciously naughty. He’d charmed the entire family and was the love of Fab’s life, and he felt the same way. He was also a roommate; the three of us made it work, as we often kept different hours.
Both Fab and I looked up.
He looked straight at me. “Help is coming up the driveway.”
The undercover detective’s name was supposedly Stephan, although Fab and I had never been able to verify that; his attitude about it was “mind your own business.” The moniker of “Help” was one that Fab and I had given him.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang.
“What does that cretin want?” Fab turned up her nose.
“Fabiana,” Didier chastised.
I pushed off the side of the table.
“Stop at the junk drawer and grab your Beretta,” Fab called out.
I shook my head and hurried through the house, opening the door.
“You should be asking who’s there before opening the door,” Help grumped. He appeared disheveled and worn around the edges, as though it had been a tiring few days.
“I already knew it was you.” I motioned. “Come in.”
“Do you mind if we talk out here?” He led me a foot away from the entry, stopping in front of my latest acquisition, a two-tone pink hibiscus.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” he said with a solemn air.
I zeroed in on his face, his words filling me with dread, nausea creeping into my stomach. I couldn’t bring myself to snap, “get to the point.” Instead, I stared.
* * *
“Madison Westin, open your damn eyes!” a familiar voice yelled.
I tried to jerk away from a foul odor, but to no avail; the last thing I expected to see was Fab leaning over me, waving a small bottle, her troubled eyes expecting something from me. I didn’t have the energy to ask what.
It took me a moment to realize that I was lying on the daybed. How did I get here? Was I out cold?
Fab threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. “Thank God.”
“What happened?” I tried to shove a pillow under my head. I vaguely remembered the last thing that happened… words… dead and shot. Then understanding… Creole wasn’t going to walk through the door and hold me in his lap and kiss me ever again.
I rolled onto my side, tears coursed down my cheeks. “He promised,” I sobbed. “He promised.”
It was early morning. Creole picked his jeans up off the floor, whispering, “I’ll be back in a couple of days. You behave yourself.” He leaned down and brushed my lips with his.
“No getting hurt,” he promised.
We hooked pinkies.
He zipped up his pants, wiggling his hips, then sat on the bed and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, a kiss that was rough and sweet and possessive. A hungry kiss. It lasted longer than usual, and when his lips pulled away, I moaned.
“Where’s Creole?” I wiped furiously at my face. Fab helped me to a sitting position. “I need to go to him.”
Help stood on the other side of the room. He fidgeted from one foot to the other, briefly making eye contact. “The funeral’s tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I shook my head, certain I hadn’t heard correctly. “That’s not possible.” Water dripped off the end of my nose. “Why wasn’t I called to handle the arrangements?”
“You’re not his wife or a blood relative. Since Creole didn’t have a next of kin, the department made the arrangements. He was cremated,” Help said to the floor.
Didier crossed the room, sitting down and putting his arm around me. Fab sat on the other side, handing me a tissue.
“Where the hell is the chief?” Didier growled. “Why didn’t he show up for the notification? Do you think this is the way Creole would’ve wanted the woman he loved to find out about his death?”
The Chief of Police in Miami was Creole’s boss and a friend to both of us.
“I don’t know all the details,” Help said, an inscrutable expression on his face. “Three days ago, Creole’s cover was blown. His partner’s too. A shootout ensued, and they both died at the scene.”
“Three days!” Fab shrieked.
“What took so long?” Didier asked. “I’m surprised you showed at all. You draw the short straw?”
“I volunteered.” Help shot Didier a withering glare, but no one believed him. “I thought it would be better coming from someone Madison knows.”
I sniffed and blew my nose, head pounding. My mind filled with thoughts of what Creole would want done. Anger seeped in. I’d rather have heard the news from a stranger.“Creole’s murderer… arrested? Dead? That would be better.”
“This case is being kept under wraps, need-to-know basis, and I’m not on that list,” Help said.
“Where’s the funeral? The time?” I hugged myself for comfort. “I can get there early and take care of any last-minute details.”
“Don’t have the information on me.” Help had one eye on the door, taking a step in that direction. “I’ll… uh… call you.”
“You get the damn information,” Fab exploded. “It better be tonight.”
Didier nodded in agreement.
“I loved him beyond reason,” I whispered, mostly to myself. Tears filled my eyes again; I couldn’t hold them back and didn’t try very hard to keep them from streaming down my face. “I want the funeral information before you step foot off my property,” I choked out, then gulped in some air and continued. “Screw me, and I’ll make the biggest scene at Miami PD headquarters that they’ve ever seen. They can arrest me; I’ll go to court, demand a jury trial, and invite the media.”
I scooted into the space Fab had vacated and curled up in a ball as she followed Help out the door. She wouldn’t let him out of her sight until she got the information. My hundred-year-old, long-haired black cat, Jazz, jumped up next to me. I laid my head on his side. “Dead.” The tears came in a torrent.
Detective Daniel Mancini is on the trail of a vampire who lives in a posh suburb of Chicago. When he catches him, he finds out that the perp isn't even human: he's a 200 year old rogue vampire!
The department doesn't believe him, and puts him on early retirement, despite his many years of service to the Chicago Police Department, which s ends him into a downward spiral.
Two years later, Danny gets an invitation from the beautiful, young and very attractive Detective Angelica Cross to join a secret branch of the FBI to help her track down Vincent, the wayward vamp.
But renegade werewolves, meddling immortal witches and Danny's strange visions of a life lived a century ago with Angelica make things more difficult than it should be.
About the Author:
Luchesi is the award-winning author of the bestselling Paranormal Detectives
Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included
in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of
She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Los Angeles, California. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things "dark". At two she became
infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community. When she's not writing, she's going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.
There are so many overly used phrases and terms I could use to describe The Ancient Ones: couldn't put it down, worthy of an award, fabulous, awesome. I would call it breathtaking.
You have Professor Peter Stevens who wants to prove the existence of the paranormal and collects Dybbuk boxes and other vessels containing spirit or demons. Then, when his world goes insane he can only think of his unscrupulous competitor as someone who could help him. He befriends many on the good side of the paranormal who can come to his aid, but is it too late?
I think this book has excellent cinematic potential, too. Anyway, I give it five stars and you will find it a bargain at $2.99, too.
Since they were 10, Robin and Stacy have had unsettling memories as if overhearing horror stories. The priest at the Catholic school they attend only has one answer: to say five Hail Marys. As they enter their teen years, they pass for normal, but have to clamp down on the nightmares and only share their disturbing glimmers of trauma between them in private. A medium who lives next door to their sorority house nearly outs them as having past lives in the Nazi Holocaust. Australian Stacy finds another listening ear in her husband Bob, an American Vietnam Veteran. Robin's night terrors cost her a marriage that lasted less than a year. Both attend hypnotherapy sessions to find the reason why their dreams start out so nicely and end horribly.
The Curse of Mary is a British erotic horror. It was my debut novel
and is my first love. I was signed by Vamptasy part of Crushing Hearts and
Black Butterfly Publishing. It involves a young girl called Mary, she is to be
sacrificed by her family to the demon Isisti but they fall in love at the peril
of her family for generations.
·How did you come up with your book
I am a lover of the old Hammer Horror films, US, and UK horror. I
also love history. I wanted to mix these elements and came up with The Curse of
Mary. I just began writing one day, didn’t really think where the story was
heading. I just continued till I hit ‘The End’ I then subbed it on a whim and
was signed a few months later and I haven’t looked back since.
·What are your publishing credits?
I am a British author, signed with the biggest independent
publishing house in the UK. I have a number of titles published and in the
The Curse of Mary
All Legends, The Chronicles of being Isisti
The Ancient Ones
The Fallen Ones
Call of the Moon sample chapter in Beautiful Nightmares anthology.
·What are your plans for the future?
I hope to turn my books into screenplays or at the very least be
turning my books into films.
·What is your day job?
I am a full time writer, blogger, and social media person. I spend
all my time promoting, writing and socializing. I do a lot of research and
making notes to go into my books.
·What is your preferred genre to write?
I write fantasy, erotic horror. I mix it up. I will use different
genres as the story calls for. I love doing that as it frees me up from being
type cast within a set genre and elevates me from being stuck in a category.
·How did you become a writer?
I have a big love of reading as I come from a family of readers. My
mum always wanted me to become a writer so when she died in 2014 I made it my
goal to fulfill that ambition she had for me. I can only hope I made her proud.
·Are you a planner, complete with
detailed outlines, or do you fly by the seat of your pants when writing?
Not really, I plan my week on a Sunday but it is flexible and I
often change my plans to fit around other people, requests or even taking part
in events at a moment’s notice.
is the best writing advice that you have ever been given?
Do your research, for your
Books, Publisher, Editor, and always fellow authors who you work with.
advice would you give a new writer?
Hone your skills such as editing, punctuation and spelling. I edit
my books thousands of times while writing it and probably double that once it
is finished and before it goes to my professional editor. Always save up money to
give your book the best launch possible and make sure you don’t pass up on
promotion away from the PC. It is so easy to stick to the social media and forgets
to tell people in real life that you are an author, ‘here are the links’ and
watch people’s eyes light up.
·What other projects do you have in the
works at the moment?
I am currently writing Queen of the Druids and is Druantia’s tale
from The Ancient Ones. A beta reader wanted more of the deities and I didn’t
need much of a push to pick up these characters again. I loved working with
them, so I am writing a collection within a collection titled The Ancient Ones
and the bigger collection is called The Gigas Guardians which will be
independent of The Ancient Ones.
·What surprises can we expect from you in
More releases, collaborations and book signings.
·If you could journey into any of your
books, interacting with the characters, which would it be and why?
The Ancient Ones, it is fantasy and I would love to journey with the
deities themselves as they are beautiful, deadly, but benevolent. Learning
their history and their journey to the point of ending up in my book.
·What public appearances do you have
planned in the future?
I can’t say too much but I am going to be doing a local book signing
in Blackburn at a book store that has only just opened and is called Bootstrap.
·Is there anything else you’d like to
share with your fans?
I appreciate my darklings so much, they share, review, beta read and
so much more. I really care for them and when I see one of them down on their
luck or having a bad day, I feel it and wish I could sprinkle some dark purple
fairy dust at them and make everything okay. They have to remember we are all
butterflies and we have the right to fly with all of our colours, our markings,
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