Hi. Welcome to my Sunday newsletter. I have a new book cover to share for the Naughty Nights box set that will soon be released by Changeling Press. This week several guests are scheduled to visit as well. I hope you can stop by when they’re here. For writing this week, I’m continuing work on a new addition to my Blood and Soul vampire world that I plan to have turned in to my editor in early December. I’ll have more info about the story soon.
Have a great week!
Kate
Naughty Nights Box Set (Coming soon from Changeling Press)
Guest Bloggers This Week:
Monday November 17 – Megan Slayer
http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
Wednesday November 19 – Liz Kelly
Friday November 21 – Aubrey Wynn
http://aubreywynneauthor.wordpress.com
Saturday November 22 – Dorothy Callahan
http://www.dorothycallahan.com/
Contest:
St.Augustine’s Silhouettes Contest started November 12th at The Romance Reviews. It ends on November 17th. For details, visit
http://www.theromancereviews.com/contestdetails.php?contestid=1089
Excerpt of the Week: Revenge of the Court Jester
by Kate Hill
Rage flooded Esmeralda from head to toe when Naldo’s heavy hand closed over her biceps. She’d stuck around, hoping for another glimpse of Sadavis, but of course the blond shit-head had been the one to approach her.
“Get your paw off me, buddy,” she snarled, knowing her eyes must be glowing vampiric red with fury.
His fingers dug harder. She reached for her drink on the counter and flung it glass and all in his face.
“Bitch!” He wiped wine from his eyes.
“Conti, aren’t you growing quite weary of losing fights tonight?”
Esmeralda’s pulse skipped at the sound of that chocolaty voice. She and Naldo glanced at Sadavis who stood nearby, his stance relaxed while at the same time looking like that of a male lion ready to defend his pride. His hair was down this time. Thick, straight and black, it framed his face like a mane, further completing the leonine image.
“Mind your own business, Baptista. It was a bad night for me. Next time–”
“I don’t give a damn about next time. What I care about is your paw. I believe the woman asked you to take it off her.”
Naldo’s teeth ground, but he stepped away from Esmeralda, growled softly at Sadavis and stalked out of the club. Obviously he didn’t want to risk a fight with the Court Jester outside the ring.
Esmeralda drew a deep breath, still irritated, and snapped, “I can take care of myself.”
Sadavis’ piercing gaze fixed on her, almost making her jump. “You’re welcome.”
He turned away and she realized how rude she must have sounded. After all it wasn’t him she was angry with, but Conti.
“I’m sorry,” she called. “Thanks for the help.”
He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “I can see you’re capable of taking care of yourself but I thought a little backup couldn’t hurt anyone.”
Feeling a bit sheepish, she smiled slightly and nodded, then sat and ordered another drink.
Sadavis sat on one of the stools halfway down the bar, his long legs stretched out on either side of him, the muscles straining against the snug denim. His beautiful hair draped him and she longed to run her fingers through it to find out if it was soft or coarse.
She studied his profile with the harsh lines of his forehead, nose and chin. Hideous yet undoubtedly unique and, she realized, rather sexy. Actually sexual magnetism seemed to ooze from his every pore like lava from a volcano. Everything about him was so masculine, so. . .intense.
He must have felt her gaze upon him. Perhaps he was reading her thoughts, since she had the feeling he was old and psychically powerful enough to do so without her knowledge. Not all vamps respected the unwritten rule that frowned upon invading another’s thoughts without permission. Whatever the reason, he glanced at her. A strange half smile tugged at his lips before he looked away again.
A soft rock song wafted through the club and the lights dimmed even more now that all the matches were over for the night. Oh well. So much for her odd little fantasy. Esmeralda took a sip from the drink the bartender placed in front of her, her gaze continually drifting back to Sadavis. For some reason she couldn’t seem to ignore him.
He stood and she felt certain he was going to leave but surprised her by walking over and taking the barstool beside hers.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked. “Or else I can take my paws along with the rest of me back to the other end of the bar.”
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