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Friday, October 30, 2009

Solstice Heat cover!

I just received this and had to share!
It will be out on December 11th at Amira Press

Saturday, October 24, 2009


My Trailer for Behind the Mask has been entered on the
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Another excerpt

Here's another short excerpt from BEHIND THE MASK

He wasn’t a detective for crying out loud! He studied the map again and looked up out the windshield. It had been three days, or partial ones, and nothing so far. The spell words he’d sent out in the air had led him in the same direction time and time again, but then, it would just fade, leaving him on the side of the road.

He cursed and tossed the map into the passenger’s seat. He needed food, coffee, and some sleep. He reached over and searched through the pile of newspapers on the seat, all from small rural towns he had been through, all not pointing him in any direction that would yield information. He sighed and looked out the window.

Across the street was an old graveyard, not one of those with new polished headstones and pretty flower holders. This one had old gothic tombstones and a sense of history, and he was sure that if he’d gotten out and checked, magic.

He glanced slowly from the graveyard back to the pile of papers. Obituaries had been the one place he hadn’t thought of looking. It was a long shot, but he was out of ideas otherwise. Picking up the first one, he quickly flipped to the back. No deaths recently in this community.

He checked the four papers, and only one had any notices listed.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Behind the Mask

Over the next week, following Behind the Mask's release, I thought I'd post a few excerpts.

Here is the first one:

He froze when he stood at the bottom of the stairs. The pungent odor of dark magic filled his nostrils and put him on alert. Had it happened right here? He looked down at the bottom step and stooped to run his hand lightly over it. It was there, but it wasn’t right there. He held his hand lightly over the banister and moved slowly up the stairs. Five steps from the top, it was the strongest. Someone had used dark magic in this very spot. And chances were that the person it was used against had stood at the bottom.

He was going to have to find out what happened to the oldest sister, Faith. He didn’t know anything for certain yet, but the older women had said she was a spiteful child, and to him, that meant it often led into doing nasty things as the person got older. Had she cursed her own sister?

Evan continued up the stairs, and he checked each room carefully. Slight tinges of magic were throughout them, but nothing strong enough to gauge anything. The last room he checked brought him to a stop as he entered it. It was heavy with despair, and somehow, he knew this had been Gracie’s room. “Why did you leave?” He turned in the room slowly and then spotted a picture hanging on the wall. Frowning, he walked over and looked at it. A couple stood with their two daughters in front of them. He touched the frame gently and leaned closer so he could see in the fading light. One daughter had coal black hair, and something told him it was Faith.

He took the picture off the wall carefully and walked over to the bathroom to turn on the light and get a better look. The picture was probably five years old, judging by his guessed ages of the girls. He studied the auburn-haired girl. Even in a photo, her aura was lit with joy. She appeared graceful and carefree. It had to be Gracelyn. “Where are you?” he asked the photo.

He turned back toward the door and wandered around the room. “I’ll find you and give you back your home, Gracelyn.” Still holding the picture, he went to the back to the stairs. He had a lot of ground to cover and very little time to do it, but he knew one thing—no one was going to take this house away from that girl in the picture.

Behind the Mask was reviewed at Seriously Reviewed!

The concept of the story was great. The main characters were enjoyable and well written. It was titillating and enjoyable...

Check out Seriously Reviewed to read more.

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Get warmed up for Halloween!!

Behind the Mask

October 16th at Amira Press

In a fit of temper, Gracelyn’s only sister curses her so she’s forgotten the moment anyone turns away from her. Only one thing, an exact moment, can break the curse, but after years of failed attempts, she is forced to accept living her life completely alone.

Her world is calm and predictable

until one Halloween night…

one costume party…

and one masquerading man changes everything.



Wednesday, October 14, 2009

J.A. Saare's Interview!

I have the pleasure today to have J.A. Saare as a guest on my blog.

Having read her work, I thought I’d post my thoughts on three of her available works to start.

A Kiss Before Dying...

I held my breath while reading this, so it’s a good thing it was a tasty snippet and not a full length novel! A Kiss Before Dying will grab a hold of your heart, heat up your blood and leave you smiling all at the same time.

Moon Kissed...

Moon Kissed was rated as ‘hot’ which is an understatement, it should be scorching or searing at the very least! J.A. SAARE has done it again with another attention grabbing short and has been moved to the top of my list to watch for new releases by her.

Soft As Moonlight...

This is the first longer piece I’ve read by J.A. Saare and I have to say I can’t wait to read more. I was hooked on the first page! The characters in Soft As Moonlight drew me in and took me along with them in this enthralling journey. I was left with this thought; “Where do I find my very own Wolfe?”

1. Who is J.A. Saare?

First and foremost, a wife and Mom. I have a wonderful husband and four kiddos that keep me on my toes, and life is never boring. When I have free time, I write. It’s not always easy. I lovingly refer to our home as the “House of Insanity”, but I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.

As for the person? I’m a people enthusiast. It doesn’t matter who they are (though those with a taste for hard rock, Bruce Campbell, and horror usually lure me out of my shell faster than most). If I can get a conversation going, I will. I love learning about others or sharing common experiences. We all exist together. It’s easy to forget that sometimes.

2. Why the paranormal genre? Do you write in other genres?

I remember watching a Nightmare on Elm Street when I was a girl and something deep inside clicked. The idea of a man in your dreams that could harm you unless you woke…creepy! An introduction to Stephen King set me well on my way into the paranormal side of things (Cycle of the Werewolf and Salem’s Lot, anyone?). Then I started reading romance and urban fantasy. Other authors got hip to how captivating the paranormal can be, and I followed them as well. That’s when the interest developed.

I do write other genres. *smile* I have a short horror story, Penance, that is featured in the current issue of Niteblade Horror and Fantasy magazine, as well as a urban fantasy flash fiction story, Redemption, that will be released in The Creatures of the Night anthology from Absolute Xpress on October 31st.

Tell you a secret…I have a western in the brain that is roughly plotted out (I’m a pantser but write my ideas down when they come). I was researching the Civil War for Dead, Undead, and inspiration stuck. There are too many projects right now to get to it, but I fully intend to.

3. What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Time. There just isn’t enough of it. When I started, writing was a hobby. I would sit down at the PC and let go. Now, it’s all about the networking, promotion, blogs, loops, and chats. What’s worse is that the longer it takes to get a story done, the more of them that accumulate in my head.

4. Do you ever have problems with writers block? If so how do you get through it?

*knock on wood* Fortunately, I don’t get writers block. There are times when I’ll need a catalyst of some kind and I can’t quite see it. When that happens I’ll pull out the ipod, plug in the ear buds, and start doing random chores. My brain will automatically start shifting through scenes (like mini-movies). Sometimes they relate to my stories, other times they don’t, and usually, I’ll think of something else all together. But the reprieve resets the clock, and if I don’t have an idea by the time I return to the PC, I’ll be relaxed enough to go with the flow.

5. What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/editing?

Living the glamorous life…folding clothes, changing linens, vacuuming, mopping. You name it, I do it. There no maids in this casa. *smile*

For fun, I read, do fun things with the family, or watch old horror movies with my husband. On the rare occasion when I can get away, I’ll usually visit the book store, get a strong cup of coffee, and read in the corner.

6. When did you realize you wanted to write?

If I had to guess I’d say the inclination surfaced when I was in college. One day a story came to mind, and I started writing it, without a care for character development or plot, and stopped probably fifteen-thousand words in. It was incredibly rough (I still have the printed pages) and was in no way suitable to share. I saved it, put it away, and fiddled around with other stories. After more of the same, I figured writing just wasn’t in my future, and settled for reading.

Then a little over a year ago, I decided to write a story for fun. There were no restrictions because it was being done entirely for me. I had no intention to share it, or to allow anyone to see it. Eight-weeks later, Crimson Moon was finished. Instead of relief, I was uptight when it was all said and done. It hit me a few weeks later that the anxiety I was experiencing came from the need to write. So I started working on my second book, Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between.

I haven’t stopped since.

7. While working on a story, do you directly onto the computer or are there notebooks and plot ideas jotted down in various places?

I love my composition pads. I have one for each story I work on. They are great for jotting long ideas or plot possibilities down, or if you need to remember something that just won’t fit on a sticky pad or note. But when I do my writing, it’s either on the PC (preferred) or the laptop. I have everything situated on my desk so I can find it. There is nothing worse than messiness when you need to find what you’re looking for.

8. From your own writing, do you have a favourite story or character? Why?

If I had to pick a character, it would be Rhiannon Murphy, the heroine in Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between. She’s a woman that knows she’s flawed, but makes no apologies for it. What you see is what you get. She’s dark, she honest (brutally so), and she’s someone I would love to meet.

A small confession–whenever Rhiannon takes the reins, you’ll know. How? You’ll hear me laughing. Some of the things that come out her mouth (or resound in her mind) shock me, and most of the time, I’m stifling giggles. Things like (edited for those PG eyes):

“Listen.” I sighed and reached for my plastic bottle. “I want to get this sh*t over and done. Can we strive to obtain that goal? I have a meaningless existence, and I can’t put that kind of action on hold indefinitely.”


Some girls get to be prom queen. Others get a perfect SAT score. But not me. I was the biggest winner on the Price is Right, and Johnny just told me to come on down.

9. With four published works coming out so close together this year, how are you dealing with all of it?

I’m faking it… Just kidding. I’d be lying if I said it was easy, because it isn’t. Aside from being a Mom, I’m also a reviewer, so that takes up a large portion of my time as well. I’ve found that using a calendar and remembering that I’m only human and am allowed to make mistakes helps. I’m my own worst critic, and it’s difficult to keep that in mind sometimes.

With that said, I’ve met some amazing writers/editors and friends on the journey. They all make it so much easier. Words of support are like a balm for the soul. I don’t know what I’d do without them.

10. Can we expect more releases from you in the near future?

I hope so. *smile* Two of my full-length stories are currently being polished for publication. Crimson Moon (paranormal romance contracted with The Wild Rose Press) went through the final galley stage, so I should have a release date soon. And Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between (urban fantasy contracted with Eternal press), is waiting for edits. I’ve also have a few other projects under the submission process.

As long as the submission reception is good, and I’m able, I’d love nothing more than continuing on this journey.

Thanks for having me today!


Thanks for taking the time, Jaime!

Of course I’ve marked October 30th on my calendar and will be the first in line to read “Lick of Frost” when it’s released – I can’t wait to see where J.A. takes me this time!

Here's a peek :

Lick of Frost

Onyx “The Ice Princess” Blackthorn has yearned for the nearness of another for two centuries. Cursed after she shunned the advances of a lovelorn wizard and felled him with a cursed blade, she ventures to New Orleans with his coven, desperate to put an end to the isolation that is slowly killing her.

One searing touch informs Lycae Luke Trevlian he has found his mate, a breathtaking creature that can only be adored from afar. For to touch Onyx’s skin is to touch the ice trapped within, ensuring she remains pure for the one that hexed her.

Halloween is a time of magic, and with the new moon, a time of new beginnings. When the wizard that cursed Onyx returns to flesh and blood, eager to claim her for his own, Luke will challenge him for the one woman he cannot live without.


As always in her dreams, Onyx yearned for touch. Be it from a billowy soft kitten her mind conjured, a wiry-coated hound from days long past, or the light tingles of the legs of a butterfly perched on the end of her finger. Her limited nineteen-year knowledge was distant and impossible to grasp while awake, but in sleep, she remembered every tiny detail.

But more often than not, a person invaded the sanctuary of her dreams. It was a part of her punishment. A way for her to remember what she so heedlessly cast away.

When the first brush of heat against her forehead came, she turned to it, desperate for more. She kept her eyes firmly closed, unwilling to mar the sensation by opening them and facing Alexander’s exuberant face. Instead, she allowed the contact but detached herself emotionally from the implications of it.

He was not meant for her, and never would be. No matter how much he wished it or tried to influence fate. But in dreams he was always happy to remind her that she would never know the comfort of another, teasing and tormenting her with the only touch she might ever experience.


And even as she tried to convince herself that anything was better than the shadow of isolation she always wore, she inwardly hated and detested herself for the weakness that drew her to him.

Just as he knew it would.

Damn him.

The fingers traveled from her face to her hair, burying inside the strands and massaging her scalp. Her hair separated and parted, and her entire body shivered in bliss. She groaned at the unbelievable pleasure, shocked as Alexander only chose to touch and caress her in sexual ways. The erogenous zones were his favorite places to torment. He constantly caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, or cupped her bottom. Though she detested and despised him, she allowed it.

Any kind of touch—painful or pleasurable—was preferable to none.

A throaty growl of fury nearly disrupted the dream, but it quickly faded as a warm body pressed against her, another hand coming up her spine to cradle and palm her head. Her face met the smoothness of hard flesh, the muscles pronounced against her cheek.

She pressed against the skin, turning her nose from side to side and brushing the tip against the flesh, breathing in the distinct smells of woods, earth, and fresh rain.

She frowned.

Something’s not right.

Alexander stank of sulfur and amber from demon conjuring. Not the arms of the earth.

The hands in her hair continued to massage and scrape gently, the soothing pads of confident fingers causing her to tremble. Plush lips came down, hovering just over her mouth, and when warm breath caressed her lips, her eyes flew open.

Hunter green stared back at her, trapped inside the face of the captivating man at the bar. The events outside of the cemetery returned, as did the image of his concerned face as he peered down at her, his husky voice deep and calming.

The shock of seeing him was nullified by the fact he was not only holding her, but he was touching her.

She tried to scramble away, to keep from harming him with the deadly taint of her skin. She arched her back to sever his hold, using gloved hands to force him away.

“Shh,” he said in a soothing timbre. “It’s all right.”

“Let me go,” she gasped, struggling to get free. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” he murmured, holding her closer. He gently probed the skin at the back of her head, searching for and finding what was obviously a healing wound. “How do you feel?”

Disbelief kept her silent while arousal stilled her frantic thrashing. He was even better up close, even more breathtakingly male. The elder warriors she trained with as a girl looked like him, with broad shoulders, taut muscles, and an impressive build. There were none of the mages’ gangly limbs and thinned torsos she had grown accustomed to. The tanned skin of his chest was smooth, with a thin speckling of hair that spread across the center. She wondered what he would taste like, if he would be salty or sweet.

“Keep thinking like that and I won’t be able to control myself, darlin’,” he murmured, lowering his eyes and staring at her lips.

Puzzled, she questioned, “Thinking like what?”

“About how good I taste.”

Here’s where you can find J.A.Saare:

You can find her books at

Amira Press