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Character Profile: Leah Dennison
Today I want to introduce you to a character from my WIP, Black Hawke.
Meet…..
Leah Dennison
From: Black Hawke
Character Type: Heroine/main character
Nicknames/Alias: None
Age: Late 20′s
Quote: “I think I’ve been…” She didn’t want to start the conversation, but she knew she had too. “Sleeping with one of the vampires from Avion.”
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Species: Human
Occupation: Photographer for Black Light
Relationship Status: Dating Vincent Nelson
Love interest(s): Nick Young, Vincent Nelson, Hawke Callahan
Goals: To take the perfect picture, find out her boyfriend’s secrets
Hardships to overcome: Her best friend Katrina’s advances; dealing with Vincent’s lies and trying to figure out why he wants to keep their relationship secret; and running from Black Hawke, who she believes wants to kill her.
Faults: Snippy, outspoken, vain
Talents: Photography
Hobbies: Photography, clubbing, traveling, shopping
If anyone else wants to participate in this little exercise you’re welcome to. Come on…play along and introduce me to one of your characters. I want to meet them!
Christian’s Kisses: Initiation release date
I’m psyched!
Book 1 of my Christian’s Kisses series comes out Wednesday! I’m also allowed to give away a FREE PDF copy of the book for promotions so leave a comment at the end of this post to get a chance to win it! You know you want it 
It will be available >>HERE<< on May 22nd so please go check it out!
I’ll leave you with a sneak peek at the book 
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Excerpt from Initiation, Book 1 of the Christian’s Kisses Series:
Her eyes wandered over to the table where the elites sat near the back of the room. She tried to avoid eye contact with them but soon found herself trapped by a pair of curious eyes. Her brow rose when her eyes grew wider, her baby blues reflecting the innocent fear of child as she returned Christian’s relentless gaze.
Although she knew how dangerous this man was, she couldn’t break the stare, her dazed expression showing her intense fear of him. She watched him take a slow drink from his glass, a devilish smile gracing his lips as he took in this angel that would soon meet the fate he would create for her.
He was drinking what appeared to be blood, the rings on his tanned fingers sparkling under the lights. He was surrounded by beautiful women, all of them fighting to sit next to him and get as close as possible. Addison took a few steps backward, the intensity and promise of sin in Christian’s gaze terrifying her. Even though the sight of her pleased him, he didn’t appear to be in a good mood, his mind seeming distracted.
Swallowing the lump building in her throat, Addison decided she should leave instead of seeing what more could come from this silent staring contest with Christian. She quickly turned around and started toward the large double doors. She wanted to get out of the room as fast as she could, her lower lip quivering as fear overtook her body. Then, someone grabbed her hand, making her turn around and halting her retreat.
One of the elite vampires, Samson, was holding her fingers, his large fangs kissing his bottom lip as he smiled at her. “Come join us.”
Addison nodded, her fear of him silencing her voice. Samson put a loose arm around her shoulders, leading her over to their table.
Samson laughed when he felt Addison tremble under his hands. He ignored her uneasiness and maneuvered her through the crowd gathered around the table. She kept her head down as she passed people so she didn’t see Christian motioning to the girls around him to leave.
Samson placed her next to Christian, and Addison slowly sank down in the chair. She tried not to look over at all the women that were staring at her angrily, but she could still feel their eyes on her.
Christian sat up a little straighter, pushing a glass of champagne in front of her, “What’s your name?”
“Addison.” She forced a smile, glancing up at him briefly then back down at the drink in front of her.
Addison knew who Christian was, her nervousness about being around such an important person wearing thick on her gentle features. She had seen him a few times at swanky functions held for museum fundraisers and auctions, but their only interactions had been a small smile or a wave in passing.
She worked in the preservation department at the CartwrightMuseum, one of the largest in the country. As a member of the staff, she was allowed to attend the events, but mostly as another body to fill the room. The museum employees weren’t allowed to converse with the donors, like Christian, unless they had reason or were approached by them.
He eyed her curiously, licking his lips as he set down his half-empty cup. Addison studied the contents, noticing it wasn’t blood, but some kind of unidentifiable brownish red drink. Her shaky hands picked up the glass in front of her, and she purposefully took a sip, her long fingers wrapping tightly around the stem.
“Are you enjoying my club?” Like a cat, Christian’s eyes scanned the room quickly, watching a few people that walked by their table.
Addison’s voice was soft and inaudible over the voices of the crowd around them, “Yes. It’s great.”
“What?” Even though he had heard her, Christian pretended like he hadn’t. “I cannot hear you over the music.” He scooted his chair closer to her, his hips banging against hers and making her jump a little. A sly smile appeared on his face as he caught her in his gaze. He knew he was making her nervous.
Addison laughed, her light blue eyes darting all over Christian’s handsome face, “I said it’s great.”
Christian picked up his drink again and took an unhurried swallow, the shifting of his stare smooth as he once again scanned the crowd in front of them. Christian’s poise was unfailing. He was extremely attractive, his firm build and striking eyes enough to cause Addison’s heart to race and make her slightly dizzy.
Even though she knew he was a killer, being in his presence was intoxicating. His good looks were a sin against nature, and sitting next to someone so inhumanly flawless carried an indescribable feeling. This was the lure of the devil that made any woman bow to his every whim.
A beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and perfect breasts sat down next to Christian, rubbing his shoulder and making him turn to her. However, his attention didn’t stay on her and quickly switched back to Addison. He placed his hand on Addison’s knee for a few seconds before letting it slide up her dress. Then, he rubbed her inner thigh, his touch soft and light. Addison jumped at his action, a fearful expression on her face as she choked a little on the champagne she was drinking.
He looked over at her and chuckled, his devilish eyes settling on hers before he spoke softly into her ear, “Relax sweetheart.” He moved her hair behind her shoulder, gazing at her neck for a few seconds. Leaning even closer, Christian continued to brush his fingers up and down the inside of her leg. “I am not going to bite.”
Christian felt her body shake a little at his comment, which ignited a small chuckle from his lips, “Yet.”
Cover Reveal!
The first book of my Christian’s Kisses series is set to come out next month. I just received the cover art for the book this morning and wanted to share. For those of you who’ve seen my original cover, what are your thoughts on the new one? I like it
Things my son cries about
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I saw a list like this recently and wanted to personalize it for Kyle.
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I didn’t hold his hand walking down the steps. There’s three of them by the way
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The little wooden Sir Topham Hatt is watching him.
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I’ll ask him to do something and he won’t. Then I’ll go and do it and he’ll freak out.
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I didn’t look at his poop. Why he wants me to look at every one? I have no idea.
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He claims he can’t walk and I didn’t carry him. He’ll scream as he follows me but apparently he can’t walk?
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He claims his batteries are low and he needs that candy on the table to get energy.
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He can’t take Mickey out of the house. This is precautionary. Lose that thing and he’d make my world miserable.
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It’s not morning because the sun’s not out. I hear this one every weekday when I get him up.
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I didn’t say, ‘thank you’, or ‘thanks for asking’, when he gave me something.
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I throw something away. Like a broken car wheel or receipts he thinks are lists…
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He can’t count to twenty-five with Millie and Geo.
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I tell him he has to eat breakfast. This is sometimes a rolling around the floor kinda protest. He’s a terrible eater and would live off chocolate milk if he could.
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Crayons and food are not cargo. Add to this-Thomas can’t share his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
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He doesn’t know all the words to the ‘Accident’s Happen’ song. Apparently you NEED to sing this song when you have train crashes.
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He can’t wear his Angry birds or Thomas shirts two days in a row.
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He thinks a zombie ate Mickey and wants to go home right now to save him.
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You tell him there’s a zombie behind him. Ha ha, sorry I’m guilty for this one. I’ll tell him that whenever he runs away from me in public.
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One of his inventions breaks. He’ll make towers for his trains, or put things together to make something and then freaks out when it doesn’t work out. Then he’ll ask for tape and a screw driver….umm..no.
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He doesn’t like the clothes I pick out. He will tell me they don’t match. Umm…black shirt with orange shorts? No.
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I called him ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, or something else cute. He demands I call him a kid or Kyle.
What’s your poison?
If you’re like me, tuning out the world with loud music is your perfect writing environment.
So with that said, what kind of music do you listen to while you write? Does it depend on what you’re writing?
I’m a huge hard rock fan, so I’m usually blasting that when I get some alone time to write. Living with the bf, who was a DJ when he was still cool (ha, ha), I’ve grown to love loud, pulsing music. I also get to play with his toys, though I recently broke his awesome headphones 
I love the band, Darkest Days. While I was writing Christian’s Kisses, I played their album constantly. Whenever I hear their song, Sick and Twisted Affair, it reminds me of the book.
Another example is the Moonlight Sonata. It worked perfectly to set the mood while writing Secret Scarlet. HERE‘s a link to the except. I’m a violinist, so I have a soft spot for classical music.
So what’s on your playlist? I’d love to hear it, so please share!
Nightwalkers: Forever Black Intro
“Do not yearn for the heaven you have been bared from. For in my arms, the fabricated paradise in which we live will be far greater.”
-Count Drake
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Cheers for me! Forever Black is finished!
This will be my Number #32. Yay!
In this sequel, there is a new character added into the mix. But you’ll have to read it to find out more about him
Book Description:
Book Two of my Nightwalkers Series.
After the death of her grandfather, Ashleigh reluctantly fulfills a promise she made to him before he died. With the help of her estranged fiancé, she attempts to reconcile with her mother, whom she hadn’t seen since she was child. Soon she is faced with the painful past she tried to bury along with the memories of her mother. A past that will soon try to devour her, exposing the real life inspiration behind the murderous villain from her Nightwalkers series, Nicolas.
Here’s a short excerpt if you haven’t read it already >> The Sun and Moon
Checking In…
I’ve been absent on here, mostly because I’ve been busy. My thoughts are scattered this week so in this post I’m just gonna ramble.
I finished Forever Black last week. I’ll give it an intro in a separate post for anyone too lazy to go check out it’s page It needs some more tweaking but it’ll get done. I think my betas for the first one could kick start me into getting it edited if they begged (hint hint). It does look awesome though. And….there will be a definite third book in the series.
I got to work with an editor this week, which was an awesome experience. Ha ha, it shows how much I don’t know about grammar. Because of what I learned, I’m going back to Christian’s Kisses: Seed of the Master and tweaking it before it comes up for editing (in June I think?). I’ve also decided I like the second book better. Maybe it’s because Christian’s a softie in that one and it’s more on the horror side than a full on romance. I still love the scene where Josh saves Addison. It’s one of my favorites.
I’m also debating something. Everyone knows The Bloodlust Prince is my baby. After having someone offer to ‘buy’ it last year, I’ve been holding onto it quite tightly. I’m leery to send it to any publishers (though I probably should) or self publish it. Right now I’m stalling with this book.
Here are my goals and stuff I ‘should’ be doing:
- Finish editing Christian’s Kisses: Seed of the Master so I can get a new copy sent in.
- Start work on the first edit of Nightwalkers: Forever Black
- Read through The Bloodlust Prince
- Resist the urge to finish Black Hawke, Christian’s Kisses Book 3 or start Nightwalkers Book 3 (there’s a longer list but I stopped at those). I seriously need to do some editing. I’ll try to stick to this goal and not write anything new. We’ll see how that works out.
Things I learned this week:
- My son is smarter than me
- How to format texting in my stories (love this one-thanks Tabitha)
- Editing is fun when you actually have a goal and a concrete reason to do so.
Frustrations:
- I’m struggling with negative thoughts. I worry about failure as an author way too much. Maybe it’s not a confidence issue but more of an avoidance tactic.
- My Uncle Jack died this week. Kyle grew upset when we heard me talking about it to his dad. He thought his ‘Uncle Jack’ (my brother) had died. It was the first talk about death I’ve had with him. He’s four. I was hoping to put that off until he was older.
Author Interview: J.H. Mull
Ready to meet another author? If so then you better get ready because this is going to be exciting!
Meet J. H. Mull!
J.H. writes in several genres so to give him a label just doesn’t cut it, so let’s just say he’s multi-genre-al. His latest novel is Touching Home, the second book in his series about Jack Hundo Lane.
He’s currently doing research for a series he’s working on titled; Confederate Breed, based on two of his ancestors and their experiences in the Civil War and life afterward.
He lives on the Georgia coast with his wife and soul mate as well his cat, Snowflake. He’s held a variety of positions from army officer and CIA operative to stock broker and electrical engineer.
Ready to learn more about J.H.? Well here we go…
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1. What genre do you write and why?
I write Contemporary Fiction to Erotica and everything in between, whatever I’m interested in at the time. And I write under several pseudonyms, only recently have I published under my name–J. H. Mull.
2. What character from a book you read or wrote would you love to meet?
Stuart Woods character Stone Barrington. My characters? Well, that’s hard, because most are based on people I know and have known.
3. What is the best review you’ve ever gotten?
Five stars for A Captain’s Story. The reviewer said she cried at the ending.
4. Who has been the most supportive person of your writing?
Easy, my wife and soul mate. She, an English Major from the University of Georgia, is my editor, and my biggest critic. She keeps me from having three arms in my writing or two left feet, even a foot long tongue sometimes.
5. Do you have any other talents besides writing?
I sketch, paint, and make up stories. A young boy can have any outcome he wants in a story he constructs. Writing is my third career. The first, the U.S. Army, the second, a stock broker with several major investment firms.
6. What is the hardest thing about writing a book?
The ground work that goes before I start writing. If one is going to write a western he best know about horses, how to saddle one, how to ride one, and what to feed one. I’m not a pantster I do an outline, a timeline, and character sketches before I start writing. But then that’s when the fun begins.
7. Where do you find the most inspiration for your writing?
My family and my own experiences mostly. My Great…….great grandmother, Mary Elsberry, and her two sons left London with General Oglethorpe in 1732. They landed in what is now Savannah, Georgia in 1733. Her great, great grandson married a Creek Native American in 1833 and lay claim to ten thousand acres in North Georgia. He was my great, great grandfather. My family has fought in every war our country has waged since the beginning—sometime not on the winning side. I have fought for my country on three continents. Rhodesia being one place. Like I said not always on the winning side.
8. What is the best passage you have ever written?
The best and most difficult was the paragraph describing the killing of Michelle in An Occasional Warrior. I must add, the funniest is a scene in Sex, Money, and Betrayal, describing a real estate agent having sex with a developer. She gets her foot caught under the gas pedal in his SUV as they are in his front seat, then gets her leg wedged between the seat and his door. That’s when they discover three young boys are watching.
9. Is there any real life person/event that has inspired you to create a book/story/character?
Easy—my grandfather. What a character he was. He was born six years after Custer was killed by the Sioux at the Little Big Horn. He was a Creek Indian, scouting for General Pershing, when he went into Mexico after Poncho Vila in 1916. He was the first Indian elected sheriff in Georgia. He had five children and ran a farm, all while working as a trouble shooter for the railroad. He was a character!
10. What is your advice for newbie authors?
Look inside yourself to see what you have to write about—write about what you know. I know this is an old thing but true. If you grew up on a ranch you know how to saddle a horse, how to ride one, and how to take care of one.
11. How many stories have you written?
Under my own name, six. Under pen names over sixty.
12. Who is your favorite character you’ve created and why?
It would have to be Jack Hundo Lane, who is mostly based on my experiences in the military and the intelligence service.
And to top off this interview, I leave you with a tease (like that’s a surprise ) of J.H.’s book, Touching Home. Hope you enjoyed the interview! Check out his book and give this post some likes to show some love. Come on…you know you wanna!
“Ain’t no use leaning on that horn. I could hear that ratty truck of yours coming a mile off. How you doing, Patrick?” John said, coming out of the barn. The lean, wiry man, as tall as Pat, had a flat, hard stomach and grinned as he walked toward his friend, drying his hands on a well-worn cloth. His skin was dark and weathered like Pat’s. They were both Upper Creeks.
“Fine, John. You?” Pat looked at his hands. “Problem?”
“Can’t complain. I’m alive.” He held out his hand. “My mare’s having a hard time with the foal.”
“Good. Need help with the mare?”
Annie jumped down from her seat and went around to Pat, clutching his leg tightly.
“Might, but she won’t come until around midnight.” He turned his attention to Annie. “Cute kid. Ain’t yours though—whose is she?”
“No, but I’m all she’s got. Jack sent her to me. I’ll come back around then.”
“I’d appreciate the help. She ain’t his neither. How’d he come by her?”
“That young pretty veterinarian coming?”
“Yeah, but she’s a small woman. Won’t be much help if we have to pull the foal.”
“Don’t sell her short. She’s a good vet.” Pat smiled. “Jack bought the girl in Bangkok for five dollars.”
“I thought he was in Vietnam?” John took out his makings and rolled a cigarette.
“He is. Does it matter? She’s here now.”
“Guess not. Five dollars? Got a good price—that can’t be more than ten cents a pound.”
“That’s about right.”
“What’s she good for?”
“Doting over’s about all, so far.”
“Well, she’s a cute little thing. What’s your name, little sister?”
“She doesn’t speak a word of English. Somehow she seems to understand sign language.”
“Do say.” John squatted down and took out a stick of gum. He held it out and signed to Annie. She stepped forward far enough to take the gum, then moved back to Pat’s side. “Well, I’ll be damn. She’s smart.” He stood.
Forever Black
From Forever Black
