Tuesday Treats: Pumpkin Pull-Apart

Found this recipe and video in the Country Outfitters newsletter. I love pumpkin pie but I’m not big on other stuff pumpkin, like lattes. But this? Yeah…definitely want to try this!

Recipe:

3/4 cup canned pumpkin

1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup pecans

1 tsp. cinnamon

1 tsp. pumpkin pie spice

1 can pizza dough (in the biscuit section)

1/2 cup butter (or to taste)

Caramel syrup, to taste

Directions:

Mix first 5 ingredients well. Roll out pizza crust. Top with mixture. Drizzle with butter and caramel. Using a pizza cutter, cut into strips. Place strips in a loaf pan tilted up on its end. Bake in a 350-degree oven for 40-45 minutes.

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The First Monday of October

loldog Monday Pup2Doesn’t the Supreme Court come back into session today? Or something. Yes, it’s Monday. Again. Why do they keep plaguing us? Of course, I worked most of the weekend so this could be Wednesday for all my brain knows. Let’s get to the roundup.

Sports: My Cards lost three games to Atlanta but they’d already clenched the division so… No baseball until next weekend when the playoffs start. Cubs and Pirates play each other for the Wild Card slot, and then they play the Cards. Not like the teams haven’t played each other all season, being in the same division and all. It’s really sad that the the three teams with the best records in ALL OF BASEBALL have to play each other. Again. Which means only one of them will move on to play for the pennant. Cards, Cubs, and Bucs all deserve to be in the playoffs. The REAL OSU won. It was a close thing but they pulled it off. The fake OSU is still number one despite almost getting beat. Again. Irritates the blazes out of me that the fake team gets all the glory when they don’t really play anyone. Whatever. OU won too, so state schools are doing good.

TV: Still enjoying “Blindspot” and “The Player” for new shows. “Code Black” was sort of “ER” on steriods. I liked it. We’ll see if it sticks. Not sure I’m going to like the direction “NCIS” is headed. Gibbs’s headspace has me worried. We’ll see…

Books: Jennifer Lyon’s re-release of BLOOD MAGIC comes out tomorrow. She’s re-edited and updated all of her Wingslayer Hunter books and releasing them this fall. Gonna be a reading marathon when I get my hands on all of them! Read DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE, the fall anthology with an IN DEATH novella. I really enjoyed this one. Sometimes, the novellas are hit and miss, as are the other novellas in the anthology. I mostly enjoyed them all this time. Also read SMALL MAGICS, an anthology of some of Iona Andrews’ novellas–some of them about Kate Daniels, some of them simply magic based. I hadn’t read a few of them and enjoyed them. Sadly, I learned that the Andrews’ won’t be releasing the second book in the Hidden Legacy series won’t be out until 2018. WTF?!?! This makes me sad because I really enjoyed the first book. Ah well. I hope I remember it when it finally comes out. Also read Katie McAllister’s DRAGON FALL. It’s short of a continuation of her Aisling Gray series. I enjoyed it but was glad I got a copy from the library.

Writing: I’m making headway on THE DEVIL’S CUT. Not as fast as I’d like but getting there. I have some publishing news and I don’t need to be a tease but I can’t really say yet, but it’s good so will be worth the wait. The second half of TDC is working out stronger than I anticipated. I’m really hoping the first half stands up to Beta/CP reads.

And that was my week/weekend in a nutshell. What about y’all? Good books read? Favorite new shows? Sports teams?

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Friday Sinema and a Contest

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For those of you who don’t hang out on my FB author page, I’m going to share this again. Harlequin is running a big contest this month, the #WhateverYoureInto Sweepstakes!

Click over to the Contest Page on Harlequin.com for rules and to enter.

Prizes: Grand prize – 15 years’ worth of your favorite Harlequin series
Secondary prizes: 25,000 points (5 books) for the MyRewards program and 10,000 points (2 books) for the MyRewards program
Contest Details: We’re asking readers to show us their passion for Harlequin and win 15 years’ worth of your favorite Harlequin series. Upload a photo to the contest page of your bookshelf or your favorite Harlequin book that shows your passion for Harlequin! Share it on Facebook and Twitter with the hashtags #HarlequinBooks and #WhateverYoureInto.

Winner will be chosen at random

And because I still think these videos are funny, here’s the “Escape with a Harlequin Hero–Cowboy Version” video. I might get more laundry done if this is what actually happened… *waggles brows*

Have a great weekend! I’ll be watching college football, my Cards take on Atlanta for the last games of the regular season–they’ve already clenched the NL Central title, and writing like mad to get the first draft of THE DEVIL’S CUT finished. Deadlines are cascading around me. *flail* Who else has fun plans?

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal World Creation

universeYou know, I’m really starting to suspect that the Universe is a writer at heart. So many of it’s messages apply so well to the mind (and world) of a writer. The joy of writing fiction–for me, at least–is creating and understanding a world for my characters. I give it form and function, rules and rituals–the physics of place. What the Universe calls order, logic, and spirituality.

True brilliance, Silver, is not a function of understanding one’s view of the world and finding order, logic, and spirituality in it. True brilliance is understanding that your view of order, logic, and spirituality is what created your world.

And therefore being forever capable of changing everything.

The Universe
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Oh, Silver, reality is such a trip….

And yes, as a writer, I can change everything in my world. I shape the reality, molding it and my characters, layering the story within the world with my words. I don’t know how brilliant I am, but when the words come together, when the world is formed just right and the characters reach their full potential, then my reality is all good!

Here’s to reality, people! May each of us enjoy our own version of it. Thank goodness, my reality includes coffee. Lots and lots of coffee! ❤

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Wednesday Words: Alliteration Always Appears

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupKOD’s theme for #1lineWed over on Twitter today is “Alliteration.” Yeah…I don’t really do that. At least not back-to-back words. There might be a spread-out version in some of my sentences. As an update to THE DEVIL’S CUT, I think I’ve smoothed out the bumps in the plot and I’m making headway. I’m currently working on Chapter 16, so YAY ME! I thought I would offer this tease, though. Have the prologue and the bit of alliteration that show up.
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Prologue

Chicago: February

“Sade, Caleb is missing.”

Sade’s first thought was, “So?” Then she sat straight up in bed—an interesting exercise considering the extremely sexy vampire next to her who was rather intent on keeping her in his arms and otherwise occupied.

Caleb had gone “walkabout” before. He did it when he purportedly resigned from the FBI and she’d spent a couple of months tracking him down. This time, though, she had a Really Bad Feeling™. She swatted at Sinjen’s hand as it tried to get fresh. The resounding smack and his resulting mutter was gratifying. The question was—did Caleb disappear on purpose? Or was he actually in trouble?

“Dammit, dammit, dammit.” Sade growled into her cell phone.

“Language,” Sinjen reminded her with a sigh. His effort was rewarded with another stinging slap against the back of his hand as it caressed the silken skin of her abdomen.

“How long?” she demanded of the man on the other end of the call, FBI Director George Bailey, her boss.

Sinjen gave up trying to lure her back to more pleasurable pursuits. His beautiful FBI agent had turned all business on him. Throwing back the covers, he got up and padded naked into the kitchen to start coffee for her. While he couldn’t drink the brew, he enjoyed the scent and the taste of it on her lips and tongue. He’d also been with her long enough to know a cup would earn him a kiss. Returning to the bedroom a few minutes later, his smile turned sultry as he recognized the light in her eyes as she openly admired him.

With a great deal of reluctance, Sade pulled her eyes away from the prime specimen of sexiness standing beside the bed and gratefully accepted the steaming mug he held out. She swallowed a gulp of the hot, black coffee, swallowed and asked. “So he was on a case? Or go undercover?” Sade knew Caleb tended to immerse himself when he went “dark,” sometimes not surfacing until time to make a bust. She listened for a long moment and her hand started to shake.

“Gawdammitalltohell.”

Sinjen rescued the mug from her hand before the contents spilled over his silk sheets. Setting it on the nightstand, he eased onto the edge of the bed and gathered her into his arms. His lovely spitfire wasn’t yet as strong as she pretended to be. The memories of how close he’d come to losing her washed over him and he couldn’t suppress the shudder that surged through him.

Sade’s eyes narrowed, her face looking like it had been carved from ice as she growled into the phone, “If he’s dead, I’m going to kill him!”

She left his bed—their bed—with alacrity as she said those words and ended the call with a promise. “I’ll find him.”
With her declaration, his world changed. Again. After centuries of darkness, Sade had arrived to shine light into his black soul. How was it possible that this brittle woman with her lean frame, her bottle-green eyes, with her dogged determination would be given the key to his salvation after all this time? Those words would steal her from him. Take her from his arms, his bed, perhaps even his heart. His wounded warrior would face the demons of the world, fighting any assistance he might offer, even his very existence at her side, every step of the way. Very few held her loyalty. He feared he was not one of them.

She snatched up the thick robe tossed across the foot of the bed and stormed through the glass door leading from his bedroom to the railed balcony. Outside, Sade faced the frigid, ice-capped waves of Lake Superior. A dark aura radiated around her. Loneliness. Despair. Both swamped her. Sinjen hated the words he had to utter, wanted to spit them into some black void to be swallowed and forgotten. Instead, he stood behind her and pulled her into his embrace.
He didn’t want to speak the words so he whispered them against her hair. “I can’t go with you.”

“I know.” She pushed away and stepped toward the railing, keeping her back to him. “No big deal. You aren’t an agent and this is official business. Besides, I’m headed to Arizona. Or New Mexico. Somewhere in the desert. Not a good place for a vampire. All that sun and stuff.”

Sinjen reached for her but she jerked away. “Sade, look at me.”

She twisted her head and lights glinted in her bottle-green eyes. Her chin lifted in the show of defiance he’d come to know so well. “You aren’t invited anyway.”

As if that would stop him? Nothing could keep them apart—nothing but the demand for his appearance at the Conclave—a command he’d received upon awakening, and ignored in favor of staying in bed with Sade. Mathias issued the Conclave’s edict and he could not ignore it. Not only was the master vampire the Conclave’s Veşnic, he was also Sinjen’s sire. He could not deny a direct order from either entity for long. Though time was short, he curled a lock of Sade’s silky hair around his index finger and gave a little tug. “Come here.”

“No.”

He stepped closer, only relaxing once she turned toward him. Her arms circled his waist and she buried her face against his neck. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been summoned to the Conclave. I’ll catch up to you. When I’m done.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Sade hadn’t cursed since getting off the phone, a tell-tale sign of her depressed mood. It worried him so he prodded. “Don’t do anything until I get there. I’ll find Caleb.”

Her head jerked back, anger flaring in her gaze. “The hell with that. I don’t need your fucking help.”

“Ah, there’s the woman I love.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yes. You will. Right now.”
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So, what do you think? Would you keep reading? And who has alliteration to spare? Share if you do!

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Tuesday Titles: Micah’s Mess

Micahs Mess-Niki DaningerI’m very, VERY pleased today to be visiting with Niki Daninger, an old friend and now a debut author. Hi, Niki, and welcome. Tell us a little about yourself.

I grew up on Long Island – I was what you might call an artsy-fartsy nerd. If I wasn’t drawing, I had my nose stuck in a fantasy book. I always thought I’d go into illustration, my earliest dream was to be a Disney animator, but alas, that field was too competitive for me. I never thought I’d be an author because I hated writing in school. It wasn’t until after college, and a particularly vivid dream, that I decided to give it another try.

Your book comes out Thursday, October 1, as part of an anthology, yes?

Yes. MICAH’S MESS is in “Bewitching Desires – A Savannah Coven Anthology. It’s a paranormal romance, as are all twelve stories in the anthology. There are stories of Love, Hate, and Desire, and the anthology is packed full of Witches, Warlocks, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even a Reaper. All based around the great holiday of Samhain – or, as mere humans call it, Halloween. The witches of the Savannah coven are all preparing themselves for their favorite holiday, but on the night when humans and spirits collide nothing ever goes as planned. Journey with an angel across the country, with a reaper chasing a soul hiding in someone else’s body, to a haunted hotel, with a reluctant supreme witch who’d rather give her powers to someone else, not to mention eight other wild and intriguing encounters.

My hero, Micah, is a self proclaimed selfish-ass, who wants nothing more than to take over the Savannah Coven. He doesn’t need an angel looking over his shoulder, and he doesn’t need to feel responsible for her safety. But fate intervenes. As the two travel across the southern half of The United States, they must face demons—his and hers, and discover the one thing that can save them both.

Readers can preorder it now or buy it Thursday from AMAZON or BARNES AND NOBLE.

This sounds like an awesome story, Niki, and how cool that all the novellas in the anthology are interconnected. Fun reading! I’m going to get a little up-close and personal now because inquiring minds want to know. When did you know you were a writer?

After my first NaNoWriMo. Before that, I was just goofing around, making up characters, worlds, bits of dialogue and plots.

I remember my first NaNoWriMo! LOL I finally learned how to write all the way through a book without editing so I could actually get to THE END! Next question. What three authors, living or dead, would you want to have dinner with?

Well I’ve already had lunch with you soooo… 😉 Hmmmm, good question. I’d have to say my favorite three authors from growing up. Not because I think we’d get along, but because their stories still live inside me. Melanie Rawn, Tad Williams, and Terry Brooks. Did you see the Shannara series is gonna be on TV?!? I’d love to have dinner with him while on set in New Zealand 😀

Awww. Aren’t you sweet! I enjoyed our visit in New York several years ago. It was fun sneaking you into the literacy signing. 😉 And I agree about the Shannara TV show. I’m looking forward to seeing it, mainly because of the gorgeous sets and I’ve only read the first book–VERY long ago–so have no preconceived notions of the characters. Speaking of New Zealand, are you a jet-setter or armchair traveler?

I wish I could jet-set but alas, I am an armchair traveler.

As long as we’re talking about traveling, where would you most like to visit?

Hawaii – hands down.

To everyone who knows me, this next question will come as no surprise. Coffee, Tea, or Other?

OJ! Actually, I am gaining an appreciation for fruity teas.

Are you a glass ½ full or ½ empty kind of girl?

½ full. I have my pessimistic moments but I’m a bubble, can’t keep me down for long.

This is true. You are effervescent! 😉 What are you currently reading?

I’m currently reading Harry Potter to my girls. I haven’t had much time recently for myself.

I’m sure they’re enjoying it and what fun to spend special time with them. What’s next on your reading list?

Not for the girls, for me. I’d like to read The Diviners by Libba Bray.

Hrm. Not familiar with that title. I’ll have to check it out. We’d like to know a little about your writing process. When and were do you write?

I can write at any time and in any place but I am at my best when everyone else goes to bed.

I remember those days. What about music? Do you have a writing soundtrack?

UGH – I can not write in a quiet house, I NEED music. I have eclectic tastes though. I listen to everything from soundtracks, to heavy metal. Spotify is my friend 😉

Ah, another music fan! Let’s talk about inspiration now. How about your characters? Where did you come up with them? Did anyone or anything inspire you to create them?

Honestly, I can’t think of any inspirations, Micah and Isolde just came to me one night and I plotted out most of their story before bed. I figured few would have a male lead and I’d never told a story solely from a guy’s POV.

I enjoy writing from the guy’s POV so yay for you doing it! What about your plot?

This is the first time I’ve written a short story so plotting it for under 15K was hard. I wanted some action and I knew my characters had to get away – they needed time to get to know each other, so I sent them on a journey. (That would be the fantasy lover in me rearing her head.)

Road trip! I’ll bring the junk food. What about setting?

The story is part of an anthology, so all the stories needed, at some point, to be in Savannah, Georgia.

Oooh. Savannah. That’s one place I’ve always wanted to go and haven’t managed to get there yet. Some day! So…process. Are you a Plotter (carefully plot books), Pantser (write from the seat of your pants), or Puzzler (write scenes and then fit them together in the right order)?

I start out as a puzzler. Random scenes and bits of dialogue come to me and I try to figure out who the characters are, what they want, where everything takes place etc.. Once I get that all figured out I turn into an obsessive plotter. I outline everything in minute detail, from start to finish. Do some things change along the way? Yes, but not often, and if they do, I adjust my outline.

Ah, a writer after my own heart. Well, except for that excessive plotting thing after the puzzle. 😉 Any superstitions–must-have foods, shirt, pen, or other little idiosyncrasies you want to share?

Nope, I’m not superstitious at all. My only necessity is music.

I can’t write in a void either but I’ll admit to a secret superstition of my own. Whenever I start a new project, I always open a folder in Scrivener titled “Last Chapter.” Then I open Chapter 1 and start writing. What’s your next project?

I am 150k into a story that I had to put on hold to join this anthology. I am hoping to finish it soon. It is about a shapeshifter who is trying to avenge his parents and the little human who turns his life upside down.

Wow! That’s going to be a long story. I know you’ve been working on it for quite awhile. I’m looking forward to the finished project! Niki, thank you so much for “dropping by” today for our virtual visit. Y’all don’t forget to check out the anthology by clicking on the Amazon or B&N links above. If you want to know more about Niki and her writing and other creative endeavors, you can connect with her on her WEBSITE/BLOG, on FACEBOOK, PINTEREST, and on GOODREADS!

If you have any questions about Niki, her writing, or MICAH’S MESS, leave a comment and I’m pretty sure Niki will be happy to reply!

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Monday After

More weekend Who saw the Blood Moon lunar eclipse last night? Why am I not “smart” enough to get a sale set up before these big planetary events that play right into the hands of my Moonstruck Wolves. Ah well. Maybe in 2063 or whenever the next lunar super blood moon happens. Ah well. LOLOL

Who watched the end of a CSI Era last night? Oh yeah. I was there for the whole two hours. It went out with a bang.

New TV shows: I’m liking “Blindspot”–quite a bit actually. Not sure how long I’ll stay with “The Bastard Executioner” but for now I’m like…dude! It’s very violent, and some gratuitous sex but it’s written and produced by the guy who did “Sons of Anarchy.” “Rosewood” was okay. I’ll give it a bit. I think it wants to be “Castle” with a Miami detective and a pathologist who does private autopsies. The NCIS premiere had me all WTFOMGBBQ!!! Especially what DeNoso did. No spoilers. I haven’t gotten to “Castle” and a couple of others yet. Writing. Reading. Priorities.

Reading: Speaking of, I gave up. Friday night I was frustrated by a lot of things. Nothing bad just…stuffs. I’d been feeling the pull to reread NAKED IN DEATH. (I reread the entire In Death series last winter.) I gave up, needing a little reading chicken soup. I can’t even come close to describing how much I love that book. And of course, reading it means I have to read the next two because…Dallas and Roarke. And Summerset and all sorts of emotional stuff that just makes me want to grow up to be JD Robb. *sigh* I downloaded and read a series of novellas by Joanna Wylde set in her Silver Valley/Reapers MC world. Now I want to reread them. *sigh* So many new books and I find myself falling back on books and series that I’ve previously read and enjoyed. I’ve read 182 of my 200 books for the Goodreads challenge. Actually, I have more than that. I haven’t recorded the 18 book I read for the RITAs this year, nor have I added in my reread of NIGHT SHIFT (looking for typos to fix before I print copies for contests) or the 2 1/2 In Death books. After I finish IMMORTAL IN DEATH, I’m previewing a book for a cover quote for a friend and after that, I’m not sure what I’ll read.

Writing: I did some. I added a scene to the Russian’s book and I edited/added to a chapter in THE DEVIL’S CUT and started a brand new chapter. It’s still a struggle, but I’m hoping the characters are starting to talk again. Keep your fingers crossed.

Fun Stuff: Thomas the Tank Engine. Yay! “He” made an appearance yesterday at the Oklahoma Railway Museum. The whole family went. Hopefully, Only will share pics so I can share here. We went in a short train ride in the open car. Stormageddon had fun. The museum is gonna do a Polar Express event at Christmas. Another train ride and someone reading the book. Fun stuffs!

And that was my weekend. What did y’all do? Be sure to come back tomorrow. I have a special edition of Tuesday Titles with extra-special guest, our very own Niki Danninger! She’ll be here talking about her upcoming release, MICAH’S MESS, part of the Savannah Coven Anthology. 🙂

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Friday Sinema – Black Pontiac and a Pocket of Cash

Swear to goodness I am going to incorporate a scene like this video in one of my books. I just have to find the right one. Maybe one of the Nightrider books. Hrm….

In the meantime, enjoy my new favorite song and video (which ranks right up there with Brantley Gilbert’s BOTTOMS UP!)

Have a great weekend! And may your team win. 😉

And a happy birthday to my Dad, who taught me to appreciate books, reading, imagination, baseball, football, and a good country song. It’ll be 20 years this December and I still miss you every single day. ❤

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Understanding and Appreciation

universeI just thought RDR#3 was a PITA to write. For the most part, Clay and Georgie understood their story and were ready to play their parts to bring about their Happy Ever After. Their fight was getting into bed. They are all about the googly eyes and tortured sighs but getting them to do the deed? Like. Pulling. Chicken. Teeth! Piece of cake. At least compared to Caleb and Adele. They don’t even meet until Chapter 11. Chapter FREAKING ELEVEN! Okay, there is a reason for that. They have separate stories, investigating separate crimes until their cases cross, and when they do? Yeah, what is they said in Ghostbusters? DON’T CROSS THOSE STREAMS! Except it wouldn’t be any fun if they didn’t.

Anyway, I am making headway. I’m shooting for a Halloween release. Maybe. Or Thanksgiving. Hopefully Halloween. Because…well…y’all don’t want to know what I’m staring at in the way of deadlines. It makes my head hurt. And I get all teeth-gnashy and hand-wavey and…and…*FLAIL* When this message from the Universe popped up on my radar, I knew EXACTLY to whom the big U was referring. *stares at Caleb, Adele, and the whole crew in THE DEVIL’S CUT*

You’ll know they understand you, Silver, when they start appreciating you.

And you’ll know you understand them, when you start appreciating them.

Oh, the simplicity –
The Universe

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Which does not mean you have to fawn all over them, Silver, nor even agree with with them. Sometimes appreciation is the most fun from a great distance… Whoo!

Is there anyone, real or imagined, this fits in your life? You don’t have to mention them. You know, that whole protect the guilty until they’re proven innocent thing… 😉

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Wednesday Words: Questions

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupTo be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler to suffer… Oh. Hi. Yeah, in case you didn’t guess, today’s #1LineWed theme is questions. So, here. Enjoy this scene from THE DEVIL’S CUT where Caleb and Adele play 20 Questions. Plus, bonus, this is their first meeting. 😉

Crime scene tape fluttered around the front door. Adele gave the Ford Explorer with New Mexico tags a cursory glance. More interesting was the uniform from Evergreen PD sitting in his patrol car, head back, snoring. She tapped on his window and he jumped so hard he rammed his crotch into the steering wheel. She bit her lips to keep from laughing.

The guy glowered as he lowered his window. “What?”

She flashed her CBI ID and nodded toward the SUV. “Who’s here?”

“FBI.”

Dang it! She should have known this would happen, but how did the news leak?

“How long has she been here?” Everyone in law enforcement had heard of Special Agent Sade Marquis, head of some fancy FBI unit that dealt with the magicks.

“Don’t know who you’re talking about. It’s a dude. He showed up at the station this morning to see the chief. After lunch, chief sent me out here with him to unlock the door. Dude told me to wait outside. Worked for me. This place gives me the creeps.”

Yeah, she knew that feeling. “Great. Fine. Log me in as going into the scene.”

“Copy that.”

Adele pushed open the massive door and stepped inside. Her boots echoed on the granite floor with a dull thud. Standing in the living area, she debated where to start.

“Who are you?”

She screamed before she could catch herself, and whirled to face the man standing in the archway that led downstairs. “Crickets on a cracker. You scared the bejeezus out of me. You must be the Fed.”

“Guilty as charged. And you are?” He raised a bushy brow at her, a brow that got lost under a fringe of messy dark hair. His cheeks and rather chiseled jawline were covered with fine, dark scruff. Amber eyes watched her, unblinking, and her hind brain considered survival. Which meant running. Like crazy. But her human brain decided that was a bad idea. She wasn’t prey.

“Adele McCoy. Colorado Bureau of Investigation.”

“Ah, yes. The tech investigator.”

She bristled but bit back a retort. “Turn about’s fair play. You are?”

“Special Agent Caleb Jones.”

Her libido sighed and fluttered eyelashes at him as he prowled closer. Adele froze while her inner slut squeed. Wait? What? She had an inner slut? Very Special Agent Caleb Jones was the enemy. Here to snatch her case away.

“I understand you have the scene evidence?”

“Uh huh.” God, was she drooling? Not that he wasn’t drool worthy—all six musclely feet of him. Her fingers itched to brush the shaggy hair out of his eyes. Her lips actually tingled as he dropped his eyes to look at her mouth.

“You should breathe, Ms. McCoy.”

“Uh huh.” She was breathing. Wasn’t she?

A smile crept across his face and she wanted to bite his full, bottom lip. She was in so much trouble. He leaned down and her breath caught in her lungs, which was bad because now his leather jacket tickled her breasts through her cashmere sweater.

“Do you have them with you or do we need to go to your office?”

She wanted to inhale again, to breathe the air from his words. She didn’t. Instead, she exhaled with her third brilliant reply since his appearance. “Uhm…”

Poor Adele. She’s just been slapped upside the head with a dose of Magick Male™. Who else has questions to share?

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