Archive for August, 2013

Medium RareCongrats to Heidi Duckworth Hard who won the third copy of Medium Well last week. Medium Rare, book 2 in the Ramos Family/Medium Trilogy is now available from Berkley InterMix.

Some readers have asked me how difficult it was to switch from writing contemporary romance to writing paranormal romance. I guess the answer to that is “not very.” You see, my paranormal romances tend to share a lot of qualities with my contemporary romances. There’s my slightly skewed point of view that doesn’t take anything entirely seriously. There’s the fact that my heroes and heroines, although they have a few supernatural abilities, are pretty normal for the most part. I think that’s important—while I get a kick out of paranormal romances where the heroes and heroines are anything but guys on the street, I’m more likely to write about people who don’t think of themselves as unusual. Until they find out that they are, of course.

Rosie and Evan are people like that. Rosie in particular just wants to have a regular life, in spite of the fact that her house is haunted by a several-thousand-years-old ghost and she herself is the descendant of several generations of mediums.

The main difference for me comes in the plot, in figuring out the what-happens-next part of the book. Paranormal books have a lot more possibilities in that area than contemporary romance. And I think I’ve taken advantage of at least some of those possibilities in Medium Rare.

Here’s the blurb. If you’d like a slightly scary, slightly funny treatment of the whole haunted medium genre, I hope you’ll give Medium Rare a try.

Medium Rare, Ramos Family/Medium Trilogy, Book 2

There are no skeletons in her closet…only ghosts

Rose Ramos was a reference librarian, until she inherited her grandmother’s house—and the family talent for connecting with the other side…

Moving into the lovely Victorian in San Antonio’s King William District is a dream come true for Rose—and also a nightmare. That’s the only explanation she has for the man hovering above her bed. But Skag is a ghost who’s been part of Rose’s family for generations. And now he’s all hers.

When Evan Delwin, a reporter out to debunk the city’s newest celebrity, posts an ad looking for a research assistant to investigate a famous medium making his home in San Antonio, Skag suggests that Rose apply for the job. Delving into the dark side has its own dangers for Rose—including trying to resist Delwin’s manly charms. But as the investigation draws them closer together, the deadly currents surrounding the medium threaten to destroy them all…

Amazon | Barnes and Noble

Read Full Post »

Medium RareCongrats to Kim Linger Brooks, winner of last week’s drawing for a copy of Medium Well, the first book in the Ramos Family trilogy. Once again, leave a comment on the blog and you’ll be entered for next week’s drawing.

As I’ve said before, my heroine in Medium Rare, Rose Ramos, is a medium. Which means she sees and hears some things others don’t. In Rose’s case, it also means she has a few experiences that are a little off the beaten path—like being pursued by hell hounds on the San Antonio River Walk. Now I’ve just returned from San Antonio, and I’m here to tell you the River Walk is not a good place to be pursued by anything, particularly things that threaten to remove parts of your person, painfully. But Rose’s adventure takes place on the King William District end of the river, where it’s a little less crowded. Fortunately for all concerned, Rose’s race with the hounds ends well. Here’s a bit of an excerpt.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of paws galloping along the driveway, monstrous claws clicking on the asphalt. She fumbled for the key she kept in the old mailbox at the door, jamming it into the lock and twisting for all she was worth.

Close behind her, something yipped as she shoved the front door open, half falling through, trying to shove it closed with her shoulder. A large heavy projectile struck her chest with the force of a missile, blowing the door wide and throwing her down full-length just inside. She looked up into an immense mouth full of yellowing fangs. Threads of drool hung a few inches from her face.

She tried to twist away, pulling as far back as she could beneath the dog’s weight. Dread clenched her stomach as she closed her eyes. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”

“Rose!” Skag’s voice echoed through the hall. “That’s a hellhound. Stay absolutely still! Do not move!”

She couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it, which, of course, it probably did. The dog’s huge paws still held her shoulders flat against the floor. Its breath blew hot against her cheeks, smelling of old meat and open graves. She struggled to breathe under its weight, tensing for the moment it would clamp its teeth on her throat. She heard the faint creak of its jaws as they opened wider.

And then something large, damp, and utterly disgusting swiped across her cheeks.

She peeked through her lashes up into the dog’s face. Glowing orange eyes stared back as the animal prepared to lick her again.


Read Full Post »

Medium RareCongrats to Sheryl Asbury who won last week’s drawing for a copy of Medium Well. To be entered in this week’s drawing for Medium Well, just leave a comment below. I’ll give away two more copies, leading up to the release of Medium Rare on August 20.

One of the things I enjoyed about doing Medium Rare was that it allowed me to express both side of the whole ghost question–skepticism and belief. Since Rosie, my heroine, is a medium, she’s obviously a true believer (plus she’s got Skag around to remind her that ghosts are very real). My hero, Evan Delwin, is at the other end of the spectrum. He’s a writer who specializes in exposing supernatural fraud. He’s also a bit more than he appears to be early on, of course. And he definitely strikes some sparks with Rosie. Here’s a bit with the two of them. Rosie’s just had a bit of a rough evening, having been chased by some hell hounds (more on that next week) and Evan’s reeling a bit from the discovery that his mousy assistant isn’t really mousy at all.

He parked his car on the street in front of the house, then climbed up the steps to the porch and pushed the doorbell. Somewhere deep inside he heard a faint buzzing. He raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open.

Rose Ramos didn’t exactly look like Rose Ramos. Or anyway, she didn’t look like the Rose Ramos who’d been in his office that morning. Her black leather skirt stopped about three inches above her knees, showing an impressive length of curving calf and thigh. Her blue satin blouse hung untucked and slightly askew, revealing the curves of generous breasts, accentuated by the jeweled pendant that hung in her cleavage. Rich honey-colored curls billowed wildly around her shoulders. Emerald eyes stared back at him, outlined in luxurious dark lashes.

Rose Ramos was a fox. A dish. A knockout. Why the hell had she hidden all of that lusciousness under those awful clothes when she’d been in his office? Did she think he wasn’t worth dressing up for? He felt a purely masculine jolt of resentment. Just give me a chance, babe!

“Evan,” she croaked. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, trying to remember just why he’d come in the first place. “Just thought I’d tell you what I found out when I talked to the cops this afternoon. About Alana DuBois.” That sounded even lamer than he’d anticipated.

Rose blinked at him, jerking one hand behind her as if she was pushing something back. “It couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well, sure. But I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d . . .” He glanced down into glowing orange eyes and moved back a step.

It was the largest dog he’d ever seen. Coal black, with sharp pointed ears, its bulging shoulders were even with Rose’s waist. Its lips were drawn back in a low, rumbling snarl, showing large, jagged fangs, perfect for ripping something—more likely someone—apart.

“Nice dog,” Evan muttered, half to her and half to the hound that seemed on the verge of removing his favorite body part.

Her already-wide green eyes opened wider. “You can see it?”

“Hard not to.”

The dog moved a couple of inches closer, filling up half the doorway. It sniffed at Evan’s shoes.

Rose reached down and grabbed the scruff of its neck. “Get back, hellhound.”

Evan raised an eyebrow. “Hellhound?”

“Helen,” she corrected quickly. “Helly for short.”

The hound gazed up at her, then broke into a doggy grin, running a tongue the size of a bath mat across the back of her hand.

Rose grimaced, wiping her hand against her thigh. “So what did you find out?”

“Alana DuBois was an alias. Her real name was Sylvia Morris and she did time for fraud in Dallas,” Evan rattled off. Coming here had obviously been a major mistake.

Rose stared back blankly. “Oh, that’s . . . okay.”

“Okay?” Evan grimaced. So much for impressing her with his researching skills. “Yeah, I thought it was okay.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not really processing things right now. I’m not at my best—I’ve had a very rough evening. Give me some time to think about all of this, along with the stuff I found about Bradford. I’ll bring it in when I come to work tomorrow.”

Evan’s practical side wanted to tell her to forget the whole thing and just send him an invoice. But his other side, his Delwin side—all Celtic music and wild laughter—was caught by the faint spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the arching honey-colored brows over those lush eyelashes. To say nothing of those gorgeous thighs. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he found himself replying.

As he turned and headed back down the front steps, he heard her voice behind him, low and sultry. “Evan?”

He turned. Maybe things were looking up.

She leaned in the doorway, one bare leg stretched in front of the black mountain of dog beside her. “I may be a little late tomorrow.”

Ah well. Too much to hope that she’d invite him in for a little get-to-know-you-better nightcap. “Right. Whenever.” Frowning, he headed for his car.

Just enter a comment below for a chance to win the first Ramos Family/Medium book, Medium Well. And watch for Medium Rare on August 20.

Read Full Post »