Scene-Snippet Sunday, Penton Vampire Legacy Edition–and Weekly Winner

I’m starting Week 4 of The Plague, which is why I haven’t been here much this week. Next week…ah, a week of vacation in which I plan to try and catch up with the writing I haven’t been able to do the past month between the plague and the day job (aka The Plague II). Sadly, this has prevented me from making as much progress on ILLUMINATION as I’d hoped, but stay tuned. The cover is ready and looks AH-MAZING.

On the back end of things, I have finally gotten my newsletter reset and the sign-up form is now working and going to the right place. I haven’t had a newsletter in a while but plan to have one out around March 1, so make sure you’re signed up for a sneak peek at the ILLUMINATION cover!

How about a snippet from ILLUMINATION? As Penton fans know, this will be the final book in the series, at least in the current story arc. I never say never when it comes to spinoffs, however.

This scene occurs pretty early in the book. Nik has accompanied Aidan to Atlanta to interview a new potential couple (vampire and fam) for the rebuilding (but at war) Penton. Aidan’s not doing well, as Krys is pulling strength from him to stay alive and he refuses to cut her off from his strength, knowing she will die. But it’s putting everyone at jeopardy, and Nik and Aidan have walked into a setup and barely escaped a bomb.

Aidan stumbled. “Call Mirren. We have to get home.”


Yeah, no kidding. Nik reached into his pocket and was relieved to find his mobile phone still there. A slender crack spiderwebbed its way across the glass screen, but when he entered his security code, the device lit up. He punched in the speed dial number for Penton’s security chief, Mirren Kincaid—the biggest man, vampire or human, Nik had ever seen, with a badass attitude to match.


Mirren wouldn’t give a shit about Penton’s resident human psychometric. As much as Nik hated his peculiar gift, Kincaid hated it worse because he couldn’t understand it. But Mirren Kincaid would die for Aidan Murphy, so Nik was relieved to hear his gruff voice on the other end of the call.


“It’s Nik. We ran into an ambush.”


Mirren’s voice was part rumble, part growl. “Aw, (bleep) me. How’s Aidan?”


They had stopped on the street, and Nik looked at Aidan. He was leaning against a brick wall with his eyes closed.


“Weak. Bad. We’re exposed.”


Kincaid cursed again. “Get unexposed, then call with a location. We’re on our way.”

Hm…not going to be an easy road for anyone. Then again, this IS Penton. It’s never easy, is it?

This week’s Reader’s Choice winner is MARY PRESTON. Let me know what book you’d like, Mary, up to $15US.

Heroes, Heroines, and Valentine’s Day….Not

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Are you doing anything special for the big day? I certainly am. I’ll be sending my last magazine on the day job to the printer, which means a long, hectic workday filled with semi-hysterical alumni (well, okay, that started late yesterday), needless interruptions, and the utter satisfaction of gettin’ that baby outta here.

I might have six weeks left on the day job, but after today, I’ll mentally begin the transition to full-time author. Well, except for that week I plan to do nothing but sleep.

I was trying to think about my various heroes and heroines, and how they had spent Valentine’s Day in my books and, well, they haven’t. It’s probably just as well. Alex would buy DJ a gun, DJ would get him a bacon-fryer, Rand would do something inappropriate, and, well, let’s not even talk about Rene or Jean Lafitte.

Glory would eat something full of bourbon and sugar and then Mirren would have a fine feast. She’d enjoy it too.

Will and Randa would argue over who got whose gift first.

Robin would pick a fight with Cage and they’d end up having hot monkey sex.

Cole and Cele would probably go out for a beer because Gentry and Jena would be staking out poachers or something.

Poor Aidan and Krys. I can’t even talk about them.

I don’t think I’ve even READ a Valentine’s Day book. Have you? And what do you have planned for your big smoochy day?