Win Books as the Apocalypse Arrives!

on January 26, 2016

The apocalypse is here!!!  Well, Mercury Striking is here, and it’s a post-apocalyptic romance.  🙂

MERCURY STRIKING

The Scorpius Syndrome, Book #1

Mercury Striking compJanuary 26, 2016 print and eBook release

With nothing but rumors to lead her, Lynn Harmony has trekked across a nightmare landscape to find one man—a mysterious, damaged legend who protects the weak and leads the strong. He’s more than muscle and firepower—and in post-plague L.A., he’s her only hope. As the one woman who could cure the disease, Lynn is the single most volatile—and vulnerable—creature in this new and ruthless world. But face to face with Jax Mercury…

Danger has never looked quite so delicious…

“Thrilling post-apocalyptic romance at its dark, sizzling best!” —Lara Adrian

“Nothing is easy or black or white in Zanetti’s grim new reality, but hope is key, and I hope she writes faster!”New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione

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Here’s a quick blurb:

Lynne swallowed and stepped back inside to shut the door.  Tears pricked her eyes.  How silly.  What the hell did she care about some crazy woman who didn’t like her?  Nobody liked her, and she’d always be alone.  She placed the soup on the table, no longer hungry.

Even her bones were exhausted, and sometimes she wondered why she hadn’t just died.  What had she done that was so terrible to have deserved this?  Her heart beat steadily, the small glow showing blue through her heart.

A tear fell.

Of course, Jax Mercury chose than minute to walk inside. 

He paused, an ‘oh shit’ expression crossing his rugged face.  She would’ve laughed, but the struggle to step the tears was too hard.  A frown lowered his eyebrows, and he shut the door, placing several guns on top of the useless refrigerator.  “Did I hurt you that badly?” he asked.

She paused and waited until his words sank in. “No.”

He blinked and glanced around the apartment. “Stop crying.”

At the order, a loud sob erupted from her chest.

He stilled.  “Ah, what’s wrong?”

It was a simple question.  A nice question.  One a civilized person would ask.  The easy words ticked through her, and something exploded deep inside.  “Everything.”  She threw out her hands.  “Everybody hates me, the world is dying, and you fucking spanked me earlier.”  She doubled over as the emotional hurt overcame her.

“Well, hell.”  A second later she found herself lifted and cradled in very strong arms.  Jax held her against his hard chest, his mouth near her ear.  “Nobody hates you.”

“Yes, they do,” she hiccupped, crying harder, her body shaking.

He sighed and dropped onto the sofa, holding her closer, tucking her face into his neck.  “We fear things in direct proportion to our ignorance of them.”  His breath brushed her ear, and his size provided safety.

Now for the contest:

Answer the following question in the comments below.  I’ll draw five names, and those winners will get to choose whether they want an ebook of Wicked Ride or Wicked Edge.  Good luck!

Question:  If the apocalypse does come, are you prepared?  If so, how?  🙂

My Dual (VERY FUN) Interview with Alexandra Ivy about our Anthology

on August 25, 2015

So, we decided to kind of interview each other in celebration for ON THE HUNT by emailing questions back and forth, and this is what we came up with. Enjoy!

On The HuntREBECCA: So, Alexandra. Why paranormal, lady?

ALEXANDRA: Buffy!!! I was busy writing historicals when I found Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I knew I had to try writing that fabulous combination of horror, humor, and sex.

What’s your favorite genre to write?

 REBECCA:  Oh, that’s a tough one. I really like both paranormal and romantic suspense…and pretty much combine the two in most of my books. I loved Buffy, too. And Angel. Definitely Angel.

Question:   What’s the weirdest experience you’ve had as an author?

ALEXANDRA:   After I started writing my Guardian series I received a letter from a lovely reader who said that her family in Hungary were vampires, and wondering if my vampires might be related to them. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or lock my doors.

Question: If you could meet any writer (dead or alive) who would it be?

REBECCA:  Definitely J.D. Salinger. I’d take him a bottle of something good and then sit and hopefully chat for hours. I think he’d be so fascinating if he were still around and would see me.

Question:   Tell us about your hero in ON THE HUNT.

ALEXANDRA: Mika is a hunter Sentinel who allowed the love of his life, Bailey, to walk away years ago. When he runs across her in the Louisiana swamps he’s determined not to lose her again.

Question: What’s the schedule for your typical writing day?

REBECCA:  I love the idea of having a typical writing day – lol! I think when school starts, things get a little more organized. So I’d get to the kids off to school, have coffee, answer emails, and then sit down and write, write, write.

Question:   What’s the coolest fan letter you’ve received?

ALEXANDRA:  It was my first one lol. It took me years to finally get published, and even then I could quite believe it was real. When I received that letter it was proof that I was actually published and someone who wasn’t my family had actually read the book!

Question: If you weren’t a writer, what would you be?

REBECCA:  Well, I’ve been a lawyer, art curator, Senate aid, college professor, and hearing examiner…so I’d probably try something totally new in the sciences. It’d be fun to study genetics, I think. Or physics.

Question:   Okay. Tell us something odd about you.

ALEXANDRA: I’m a huge punk rock fan. I love listening to the Ramones and Green Day and even Sid Vicious.  

Question: Do you create female characters that are like you?

Mercury Striking comp (2)REBECCA:  I’m not sure, to be honest. My female characters usually have it more together than I do, I think. Sometimes I’ll pick a trait from one of my sisters and incorporate it in a heroine, but just a trait or two.

Question:   Tell us about ON THE HUNT.

ALEXANDRA: Mika is on the hunt for a young Sentinel who is missing from the monastery where he was being trained. The clues lead him to his ex-lover Bailey who healed the young warrior before he disappeared into the swamps. Together they must halt the human cult who is determined to destroy their people.

Question: Your turn! Tell us about your story in ON THE HUNT

REBECCA:  I’m so excited about this one! It’s the beginning of a new series. A terrible bacterium has been let loose and quickly kills people. Survivors are different…but we don’t know how yet. The hero in Scorpius Rising is Deacan McDougall, a badass soldier from Scotland, and the heroine is Nora Medina, a brilliant scientist and his ex-wife. There’s a lot of tension and unfinished business between these two, and they heat up the pages, I think.

Question:   A lot of fans think we marry or date guys like the heroes we create. True or false…and expand. J

ALEXANDRA:  True! Granted, my hubby and I have been married for over thirty years, so neither one of us would grace the cover of a romance novel, but all of my males are more beta than alpha. They tend to be nurturers, and protectors, and sensitive, just like my husband. I love to read dark, tortured heroes, but I just can’t write them.

Question: Which of your characters is your favorite, and why?

REBECCA:  Oh man, that’s such a hard question! I like all the characters. Right now, the first one who springs to mind is Cee Cee, the heroine in WICKED EDGE, which will be out in November. I just finished edits for that one, and I have to tell you, she is crazy wild. Or just crazy.

Question:   If you could be anybody else, just for a day, who would you be?

ALEXANDRA: Kate, Duchess of Cambridge. Yep, I’m shallow. I would love to be married to a prince and live in a castle. And all those servants…sigh.   If I never have to wash another dish, or clean another bathroom I’d be a happy lady.

Question: Tell us your favorite dating story. It can be romantic or horrifying 😉

REBECCA: I’d love to be Kate for a day, too! More because she just is so put together and graceful, you know? The woman can play sports in wedges, for goodness sakes. My favorite dating story is when I ran into Big Tone (my hubby) in a bar after we hadn’t seen each other since childhood. He had on a leather jacket with a motorcycle helmet under one arm. We went for a ride…to see my grandma. 🙂

We hope everyone enjoyed our dual interview – it was tons of fun for us! Enjoy ON THE HUNT!

 

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MARKED is available!

on December 22, 2014

I can’t believe we’re finally to December 22nd.  After nine stories, nine happily ever afters, nine couples…we’re at the tenth and final story.  Zane and Janie’s book is here!!!  I hope you enjoy it.  🙂

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TWISTED is out in the Wild – Download today

on June 20, 2013

Twisted e-bookTWISTED:  Alpha wolves, ninja cheerleaders, and spicy kisses

This is a sexy, sweet, and funny story with great characters.~K&T Book Reviews

I highly recommend this series if you love alphas and the paranormal genre.~The Book Blog

Totally enthralling, this book has it all: sizzling hot-action, jaw-dropping plots, smart-ass attitude, sarcasm and humor and let’s not forget steamy, mind-blowing sex. ~ Confessions from Romaholics

TWISTED is a novella in the Dark Protector series and features Maggie, a wolf shifter who has been a part of the series for many books. She heads out on a mission for the king to find out who’s been messing with shifter innoculations…and right into Terrent Vilk’s arms. The Alpha wolf has been waiting not so patiently for this moment to come, and no way is he letting her go now. The novella is in ebook form only right now, and will be available in a print anthology with TEMPTED and TAMED, the other two Dark Protector novellas, in early 2014. Here are the buy links for TWISTED, and the back cover blurb and an excerpt are found below. I hope you enjoy Maggie’s story!

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EXCERPT of TWISTED

Terrent made the split decision to shift from wolf to man just in time to smack into the woman and start twisting through the air. He timed the movements so he’d hit first, calculating the distance and ground cover. Tucking her close, he allowed his right shoulder to impact, immediately rolling over several times and keeping her off the ground. The pain didn’t hit until they’d finally stopped.

Agony burst like fire through his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, mentally dispatching healing cells to the muscles and tendons.

Maggie shuddered on top of him, her heart beating so hard he could feel it on his chest. The woman levered herself up, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Straddling him, she patted his chest, his stomach, his face. “I’m sorry.”

God, she was cute.

Her breasts glowed in the moonlight, and she was sitting smack on his groin.

Suddenly, he forgot all about his shoulder. “Why did you shift?”

“I couldn’t help the change.” She ran her palms down his arms, obviously searching for injuries. “I’m still regaining my strength from having the virus for so long, and sometimes I can’t hold the wolf form.”

His eyebrow lifted. “Maybe you should’ve told me that before we climbed rocks.”

“Um, yeah.” She bit her lip. “But I was having so much fun. You don’t like heights, anyway, so I wouldn’t have thought to tell you.”

“I don’t mind rocky hills when I’m in wolf form. But flying? Or climbing trees? Or, God forbid, high-rise buildings? No way.” Then he waited for reality to hit her.

She finished patting him down and relaxed, her knees on either side of his hips. Straddling him. All movement stopped. Her pretty brown eyes widened. A lovely pink flush rose from her breasts to her face.

Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.

He expected her to scramble off him. To stutter. Instead, she tilted her head to the side and slowly, so damn slowly, flattened her palms against his chest. A low purr rumbled up from her abdomen.

A wolf who purred. His head might explode, she was so damn perfect.

She swallowed. “You’re naked.”

“So are you.”

She wiggled a little bit. Heat roared between his ears and down his spine. He grabbed her hips to hold her in place. “Ah, don’t wiggle.”

Her blush strengthened to a red that had to burn. “Sorry.”

She didn’t look sorry. Heat lightened her brown eyes, and curiosity filled her expression. Wolves. Always curious.

She wasn’t the only one wondering.

He slid his palms up her flanks, ignoring the pull in his injured shoulder. It’d heal within minutes. Her skin was smooth and so damn soft. He remembered how soft. It had been hell leaving her in safety the last decade while he hunted the additional werewolves created during the war. He’d had a job to do, and he’d done it.

She ran her hands along his ribs, a small smile tilting her lips. “You’re so big.”

“Too big?”

“No. Just big.”

He outweighed her by a couple hundred pounds. When they’d dated before, she’d liked his size. Before she’d been taken and infected with a virus by their enemies. Did soldiers scare her now? Rage ripped through him, but he forced his anger down. “I won’t hurt you.”

She nodded, absorbed in watching her hands drive him crazy. “Why the one fang?”

“Huh?” His anger dissipated in a flash.

“The one fang mark on my butt. You have two fangs.”

Oh. “I had broken one off in a fight with a werewolf earlier that day. It took about a week to grow back.” Probably a good thing, too, or he would’ve marked her. Not that he wasn’t going to soon.

“Oh.” Her gaze met his, and she blinked. “Well, ah…” She bit the inside of her lip and looked away.

“What, Maggie?” He tried to gentle his voice, but her tight little body on him had the words emerging guttural.

“I don’t remember how to do this,” she whispered, her gaze on his collar bone.

His heart flipped over. Jesus. She might as well cut it out and wear it for a hat. The little organ—and anything else he had—belonged to her. The sexy, cunning, pretty little wolf had a sweetness to her that shocked him, considering what she’d gone through. He wanted that sweetness to wrap around him and never let go.

His hold tightened. “Wanna learn?”

BACK COVER BLURB

In human form, Terrent Vilks is all male animal–dark, ripped, predatory. As wolf, he’s unforgettably dangerous, unforgettably hot. Yet Maggie can’t remember him. . ..

Not even when she learns she once agreed to mate him. Yeah, that was years ago, before she was kidnapped and tortured, before she lost her memory. Now she knows just one thing about herself–she’ll do whatever it takes to bring down the monsters who took her, even trust her ex.

He’s got her right where he wants her. . .

I hope you enjoy TWISTED! 🙂

Love’s A Beach Blog Hop-and a Glimpse of Provoked

on August 16, 2012

Hi all!  Welcome to the very exciting Love’s a Beach Blog Hop.  I’m in the midst of copy edits for Provoked, which is Kane’s story that will be released on November 1st.  For a short time, it looks like the book is at a hugely discounted price…and since I’m never in the loop about these things, I truly don’t know how long my publisher will keep it there.  So, how about a quick glimpse at a scene in Provoked?  And I’m giving away a signed copy of my back list to a commenter on my blog here, as well as a copy on the main page of the blog hop.  Here’s the excerpt:

Kane peered down at her. “Amber?”

“Yes?”

“If you’re going to attack with whatever’s in your right hand, could you hurry it up? We need to get going.”

She started, her gaze slashing up to him. “How did you know?”

He shrugged. “What kind of a knife do you have?”

Her cheeks pinkened, and she drew her hand forward. “I have a pen.”

A blue ballpoint pen. He blinked twice, his gaze on the harmless tool.

Maybe it was the ridiculousness of the pen. Maybe it was the woman’s courage in planning to use it on him. Or maybe it was the sheepish half-smile she gave.

Either way, his heart rolled over.

Warmth flushed through him, so hot, so fast, his ears rang. His mind blanked. For the first time in centuries, his brain shut off. The woman was crazy. Stepping in, he grasped her chin, tilting her head back.

Her eyes widened, and then her gaze lowered to his lips. A soft sound of surprise emerged with her breath.

He dove in, allowing the animal within to awaken. For the first time in three centuries, there was no thought. All instinct ruled as his mouth took hers…no finesse, no calculation, just pure, raw need. He shoved her against the truck, his other hand clutching her hip as he went deeper.

Honeysuckle exploded along his taste buds as his tongue swept inside her mouth. Not gentle, not persuasive, just taking. Claiming.

And it wasn’t enough. Not even close to enough.

Pressing into her, body to body, heat to heat, something clicked. Beyond his brain, beyond his body…somewhere deeper.

Finally, he found home.

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