Mid Week Tease: On His Watch

midweekteaseGood morning all. Today is brought to you once more by the lovely Sandra Bunino,  Take the time to read all the great teasers at the end of the blog. Believe me when I say there is something there for every palate–and a few brand new tastes to cultivate.

This morning, I’m going to introduce you to my soon to be released Crimson romance suspense novel, On His Watch

About the book:

What starts as a quiet evening alone watching football turns into the night from hell for FBI agent Jason Spark, who is covering sheriff duties for his honeymooning brother. He thought the 911 call was a butt dial but instead stepped into a bloodbath, complete with writing on the wall. It’s a scene straight out of a slasher movie—a dead physician, his son, and his wife so badly beaten, it’ll be a miracle if Nikki Hart survives.

When Nikki Hart awakes from a coma, she’s terrified. She doesn’t know her name, recognize her face, or remember anything about herself and her past. She clings to the memory of the angel who comforted her in her darkest moments, but no one in the world she wakes up in resembles the good guy.

Evidence in the case leads Jason to The Butcher, a hired assassin usually contracted by the Sicilian mob, a man who doesn’t quit until the job’s done. News of Nikki’s recovery puts her in the killer’s sights again. Jason will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he’s learning to love. But can he save her from a vicious killer intent on earning his million dollar fee and his employer bent on revenge?

 And when the smoke clears, can Nikki ever forgive the secret role he played in her injuries?

On His WatchToday’s teaser:

The sound of breaking glass coming from downstairs shattered the stillness. Nikki tensed. Had the sound come from the kitchen? Had she left a window open? She’d shut the bedroom window a few moments ago because the wind had picked up and its whistling sound bothered her. Could it have knocked over the crystal vase of roses Sam had sent her this morning? Perhaps Mrs. Olsen’s tabby had jumped in the window and knocked the vase over. The cat had been a regular visitor when the previous owners had lived here, and he saw no reason to curtail his visits. She’d almost had a heart attack the last time he entered, bringing her a gift—a dead mouse—and Danny had laughed himself silly at “Mommy’s girliness.” Sam, not an animal lover, had threatened to poison the animal if it came into the house again. If the cat had broken the vase, its days were numbered.

 Or what if someone was in the house? She’d noticed a lot of strangers in town, some looking more unkempt than others. There were plenty of family campers, but every now and then, she’d seen so-called gold prospectors combing the Larosa hills. Trudy, Mandy’s best friend Lily’s mother, had said they were harmless but to a girl like Nikki from San Francisco, dirty, half-starved men meant trouble. They could easily be junkies desperately needing a fix.

She took a deep breath. She didn’t hear any other suspicious sounds. As Sam would say, she was letting her imagination run wild. Most likely it was one of Larosa’s minor quakes that had caused a glass to slip off the table. Just a few miles off the San Andreas Fault, the town was constantly trembling. She barely noticed the Earth’s slight shaking anymore.

 Even though she’d convinced herself nothing was amiss, Nikki tiptoed to the guest room, got down on all fours, and peeked under the bed. Mandy was asleep. The child slept like the dead once she was out. Nikki reached for the flashlight, turned it off, and used the bed to leverage her body upright again.

She picked up the cell phone she’d left on the dresser earlier, made sure it was on in case Sam called, and dropped it into the right pocket of her pajama top. Carrying the flashlight, she slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Maybe getting a dog’s a good idea. It would keep the damn cat out of the house.

Nikki stood still in the hallway and listened. The only thing she could hear was the sound of the television in the den. Someone was buying a vowel.

She reached Danny’s room and opened the door. When she saw his bed was empty, she relaxed and shook her head in resignation. As much as it annoyed her to admit it, this time Sam was right. Her imagination did tend to look for boogeymen where there weren’t any. Clearly her eight-year-old and his bottomless pit of a stomach had decided to have another bedtime snack. No doubt he was the culprit. She left the room and placed the flashlight on the hall table where it usually sat in case of a power outage.

“What did you break this time?” she called as she headed down the stairs. “I swear, you’re like a bull in a china shop.”

The sound of the garage door opening indicated Sam’s arrival. Although the clinic was nearby, since he carried major opiate drugs back and forth, Sam always took his car to work. He’d enter the house through the garage, leaving his lab coat and shoes out there and washing his hands at the sink he’d had installed for that purpose.

“Let’s get this cleaned up before your father comes in.” She turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped cold.

The fridge door was open, the pitcher of orange juice shattered on the floor beside what was left of her crystal vase full of roses, the red petals vanishing in her son’s blood. So much blood! Danny lay there, his head at an awkward angle, his eyes open, looking into the face of death. A scream froze in her throat as arms grabbed her from behind, and the sting of the knife bit into her upper back.

On His Watch will be available August 11th. 

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Teaser Tuesday: Echoes of the Past

Welcome to Teaser Tuesday and a look at my latest book, Echoes of the Past. 

BoEchoesofthePast_MEDok Blurb for Echoes of the Past:

Born Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele, the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths? Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred waters, and fulfill her destiny?

Except from Echoes of the Past:

He lays on his side on the animal hide, his head propped up on his elbow, watching her sleep. How long does she think her excuse of gathering roots and snaring rabbits will last, especially when she has so little to show for the time she’s been away?

The naked woman beside him stretches in her sleep. Her copper skin glows even in the dimmest light. Her ebony hair spreads fan-like around her head. Her features are fine, her lips lush, begging to be kissed. When open, her almond-shaped brown eyes, flecked with gold, add to her exotic beauty. She’s unlike any woman he’s ever known, and he’s known many despite his mixed blood. It’s craziness to stay here like this, but he can’t leave without her. The odds of getting caught increase with every visit she pays to his secret grotto, but he loves her more than he’s ever thought possible.

He reaches for her, runs his calloused hand down the side of her warm, silky torso. Her nipples pucker at his touch. Her eyes open, and she smiles. She raises her arms and pulls him down on top of her. His lips meet hers with an insatiable hunger. His tongue delves into her warm, willing mouth, feasting on her sweetness, and he hardens painfully.

Without any warning, the dreamscape shifts, and he runs through the brush, fleeing for his life. Twigs and branches tear at his buckskin garments. A thorn bush rakes his face. If he’s caught, it’ll mean torture and death, but he isn’t worried about himself. He worries about her. Has she gotten back safely? He slows his pace. Through the trees, he looks over at the far side of the lake and sees her tall, lithe figure standing on the beach. Her beauty, grace, and majesty set her apart from the other squaws. Those harridans point and scream, but she stands still, wrapped in the woven, quilted blanket she showed him not two hours ago. He doesn’t dare stop for a better look. His heart thunders in his ears, his side aches, but he increases his speed, pushing his painful muscles beyond their limit. The enemy approaches, but she’s safe, and that’s all that matters. He doesn’t see the log across the path. He stumbles and falls…

Tony Steele awoke with a start. His heart pounded, and sweat covered his body. His ragged breathing dragged air into his oxygen deprived lungs. His muscles screamed and cramped the way they did after a particularly grueling cross-country race. Not again. For weeks now, these strange dreams had haunted him. Dreams? Hell. These memories lingered as if it he’d actually done these things.

He shuddered despite the heat emanating from his body. He rose, went to the window, and opened it slightly. He breathed deeply, hoping to calm himself, knowing it wouldn’t happen any time soon. He glanced into the parking lot. Through the curtain of rain, he noticed Aaron’s car parked once more in the lot, but not in its regular spot.

Somewhat cooler, he shut the window. He raised his hand to his stinging cheek, surprised to feel wetness there. He padded into the bathroom, turned on the light, and stared in the mirror. Blood seeped from the ugly red scratch on his face.

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How Do I Know I’ll Like It?

Hello, welcome to a cols and rainy Monday morning. I wish Mother nature would make a decision on which season this is supposed to be, but she’s as erratic as I am this year. 

It occurred to me that with so many books available, I’m being too hard on myself because my books aren’t selling as well as I’d like. I keep wondering why. I think I have the answer. People have eclectic tastes. What’s hot one week, isn’t the next. So—how is a writer supposed to know what will sell? 

EchoesofthePast_MEDThat’s the million dollar question! In an effort to lure readers, I’ve published the first three chapters of 2 of my books on Wattpad–Echoes of the Past, a paranormal/romance/suspense, and The Captain’s Promise a historical romance. Readers can have a chance to read the first three chapters and decide if they’d like to read more. It’s worth a try.CP- Front Cover

So, drop by and have a quick read. Enjoy. Tell your friends all about it. If you read the book, please take time to review it. 


Echoes of the Past:


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EEK! My Cover Is Up For Cover of the Month!

Just for the Weekend cover.Good morning! I’m so excited, I’m tingling!

Back in April when Just For The Weekend was released, I was looking around for promotional opportunities when a friend mentioned Lolly Tova’s monthly cover poll. Total newbie that I am, I contacted her to see if my cover could become part of the poll. I followed instructions, and then, sad to say, got so busy with edits that it slipped my mind. Imagine my surprise when Lolly sent an email telling me the cover for Just For The Weekend was in the poll for July! 

I contacted everyone I could think of and asked them to vote for it. I was astounded. Within three days, my cover rocketed to first place in the poll where it currently sits. I am humbled by the fact that so many people are supporting me in this. It’s an incredible experience, and no matter how it ends up, I’ll treasure the fact that I have so many friends willing to take time out of their busy days to vote. 

So, stay tuned to see how it does in the final reckoning, and if you’d like to help out, feel free to drop by and cast your daily vote for Just For The Weekend.  You can vote here: http://www.lollytova.com/julys-cover-love-poll/  

Thanks to all my wonderful writer friends and other friends supporting me in this. It means more than words can say. 


Look Who Dropped By Today: Gail Pallotta

Today, I’d like to welcome another author friend, Gail Pallotta who’s here to discuss her YA  novel, Stopped Cold.  Hi Gail. Great to have you with me.

Thanks so much to Susanne for having me today. My book’s for teens, the teens in your life and teens at heart. It’s an inspirational mystery with a first-love romance.

PrintStopped Cold is set in a small town in the North Carolina mountains in the U.S. But Things aren’t what they seem in peaceful Mistville, North Carolina. Margaret McWhorter enjoys a laid-back Freshman year in high school flirting with Jimmy Willmore, swimming and hanging out with friends—until that day. Her brother, Sean, suffers a stroke from taking a steroid. Now he’s lying unconscious in a hospital. Margaret’s angry at her dad for pushing Sean to be a great quarterback, but a fire of hatred burns inside her to make the criminals pay.

Looking for justice, she takes Jimmy and her best friend, Emily, through a twisted, drug-filled sub-culture. A clue sends them deep into the woods behind the school where they overhear drug dealers discuss Sean.

Time and time again they walk a treacherous path and come face to face with danger. Even the cop on the case can’t stop them from investigating. All the while Margaret really wants to cure Sean, heal the hate inside, and open her heart to love.

An excerpt from Stopped Cold

My pulse pounded in my ears as Jimmy walked toward Emily and me. My mind went blank for fear he could see right through me with those piercing blue eyes

of his, even to my innermost thoughts, including how cute I thought he was. I nearly dropped my hamburger, but managed to hold it in mid-air while I looked down at the butcher-block table.

“Hi Margaret, I’m really sorry about Sean. I’m keeping him in my prayers.”

Excitement raced through my body as words failed me. Dare I look into his eyes? I focused on his lips. “Thanks.”

“Hi Jimmy, have a seat.” Emily sounded casual and friendly.

He sat beside me.

My heart thumped so hard I worried he heard it as he put his arm around the back of the seat and touched my shoulders.

“How’d your classes go today? I wanted to talk to you after English, but you got out before I had a chance.”

Thank goodness. Seeing him here was less stressful. I fidgeted with my paper cup then sat it down and tore tiny pieces off the napkin in my lap. “It wasn’t bad. Everyone was so good to me.”

“Well, they better be.” Jimmy’s voice sounded protective.

My heart melted. I let my eyes meet his. They looked caring and sincere like those of a friend. I stopped tearing up the leftover napkin. “So–what happened while I was gone?” I tried to sound laid-back.

“In class, the usual, homework, tests, same old stuff.” Jimmy shifted in his seat and moved his arm.

Had something unusual happened outside of class? Did he know anything about Winstrol V? That would be strange because Mike said he didn’t, and he played football. I wanted information so bad. “What about sports?”

Jimmy leaned back and wrinkled his brow. “Funny you would ask I’ve heard some athletes are taking steroids.”

I stopped breathing.

Emily’s eyes grew wide as she leaned across the table. “Really?”

Jimmy raised his blond eyebrows. “Yeah, a couple guys mentioned it after we played soccer.”

I took in air. My insides raced as if someone turned my nerves on high, but I had to stay calm. I needed answers. I didn’t know Jimmy played soccer. “Are the soccer players taking them?”

“You’re awfully interested. Do you two want to buff up?”

I gagged and couldn’t speak.

Emily gasped. “No. Of course not. We’re just curious, that’s all.”

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea. I overheard the conversation, but I didn’t join it.”

I ripped the rest of the napkin into tiny bits. “Well think. Exactly what did you hear?”


More about Stopped Cold:

Stopped Cold finished fourth in the 16th Annual Preditors and Editors Readers’ Poll last year. Comments included the following:

“Very compelling with emotions and feelings that have been felt by everyone in their lives at one time or another…”

“One of the best books recently published dealing with self-esteem, drugs and the drive to be #1 at any cost. A must read for the young athlete and the family.”

“This is an exceptional work and tells the truth of today.”

“Great story framed in a timeless, heartfelt message.”

Stopped Cold is available Amazon




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GailPallottaHeadshotAbout the Author:

Award-winning author Gail Pallotta’s a wife, Mom, swimmer and bargain shopper who loves God, beach sunsets and getting together with friends and family. She’s been a Sunday school teacher, a swim-team coordinator and an after-school literary instructor. A former regional writer of the year for American Christian Writers Association, she won Clash of the Titles in 2010. Her teen book, Stopped Cold, was a best-seller on All Romance eBooks, finished fourth in the Preditors and Editors readers poll, was and a finalist for the 2013 Grace Awards. She’s published short stories in “Splickety” magazine and Sweet Freedom with a Slice of Peach Cobbler. Some of her published articles appear in anthologies while two are in museums.

She’s on the web at http://www.gailpallotta.com  on Authors and More on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/authorsandmore  and twitter, Gail Pallotta @Hopefulwords. Her blog is http://www.gailpallotta.blogspot.com and she’s on the staff of Clash of the Titles at http://www.clashofthetitles.blogspot.com

Thanks for being here, Gail. Good luck with your books.





Mid-Week Tease: Because You Asked, Another Taste of Echoes of the Past

Good morning. I’m back from my camping trip with a slightly deeper tan and a head-full of wonderful family memories–some of which will definitely find their way into my next books.

midweekteaseEchoes of the Past has gotten some great reviews. It isn’t selling as well as I’d hoped, but such is the luck of a writer. Thanks Sandra for allowing me to join you each week and offer a taste of my work. For this week’s Mid-Week Tease, I’m offering another taste of Echoes of the Past.:

From Chapter TEchoesofthePast_MEDwo:

Tony sat in his SUV outside Picton’s town hall. His head pounded, and his hair hurt. The throbbing headache he’d nursed all morning had grown into a migraine, and as much as he’d like to crawl into a room and hide from the light and all sounds, he couldn’t. He undid the leather thong holding his hair back in the classic ponytail he wore and massaged his scalp hoping to ease the tension on his skull. Reluctantly, he finger combed his tangled hair and pulled it into a low, loose ponytail.

He’d taken two migraine relief tablets mid-morning and had put his head down on the table. A sound had alerted him, and he’d sat up. Remembering the brief encounter convinced him it hadn’t been a hallucination, but what else could it have been?

She’d stood in the kitchen dressed in buckskin, with that blanket of hers wrapped around her shoulders, her hair plaited into two braids, one of each side of her beautiful face. On her feet she’d worn a pair of intricately beaded buckskin moccasins. She’d crossed the floor, and he’d stood and opened his arms to her. She’d raised her hand to his face, traced the scratch on his cheek, and smiled up at him, the unspoken request clear in her eyes. He’d kissed her as he had so many times before. As his tongue invaded her mouth, plundering her sweetness, he’d hardened with desire. She’d pulled away slightly, giggled softly, and pointed to the obvious bulge in his jeans. Her eyes shone with happiness.

“Who are you? How did you get here?” He’d tried to capture her mouth again, but she shook her head.

“Tohsa sata:ti.” She’d pressed her finger against his lips for silence. “Satahon’satat.” She’d touched his ears. “Senehia:rak. Eniorhen’ne iotohetston nen:tie. Senehia:rak.”

He hadn’t understood the words and had asked her name.


“Tayouroughay” He’d repeated the strange word. He’d reached for her, but she’d faded away right before his eyes.

He’d stood there, shivering, staring at the empty space where she’d stood seconds before. What had she said? What did it mean? If he’d imagined it all, the words would be gibberish, but if it had been real somehow—and he couldn’t imagine it had been—the words would be Mohawk. He’d stop and see his friend Joseph Smoke, an elder on the Tyendinaga reserve, before returning to the inn. He’d find out the truth once and for all. Why the hell was a Mohawk ghost haunting him? He didn’t know why, but he had a sense of anticipation he couldn’t suppress. Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

He ran his hand down his cheeks. The scratch was red and swollen. Damn! With the morning he’d had, he’d forgotten to shave, and it looked as if he’d slept in his clothes. Could he look any less professional? No wonder the mayor and his toadies didn’t take him seriously.

Why in hell had Aaron and Lindsay been out in that storm? If they’d been in that canoe, like the police suspected, then where were their damn lifejackets? No one was to go out on the lake without a personal floatation device. How many times had he repeated that litany? Guilt ate at him, and he popped another antacid tablet into his mouth. Only a crazy person would have gone out on the water last night, and those two hadn’t been crazy.

He’d argued with Aaron and Lindsay at lunch yesterday. They’d asked to go to the police, but he’d cautioned them to wait. The last thing anyone needed was misinterpreted findings like those. Could one of the locals have overheard them? He’d wanted to check the results himself. He’d never doubted their work before, why yesterday? Last night he’d run those water samples himself a dozen times, and the results were the same. Aaron and Lindsay were right. Someone was cooking methamphetamine and dumping the waste products directly into the lake.

Nothing else could account for the high levels of ammonia hydroxide, one of the by-products in the production of the synthetic drug. If one of the locals was involved…They’d gone to the drug store in Picton. Had they inadvertently discovered something that had gotten them killed? Cold medication was key in synthesizing the drug. There was no way he’d believe this had been an accident.

He should have contacted the police, but with what? Unsubstantiated data wasn’t necessarily proof, and the meth lab could be anywhere on the island. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. His hydrology project had morphed into a potential ecological and environmental disaster. Water from the Lake of the Mountain fed directly into the Bay of Quinte and Lake Ontario. Hell, the entire Saint Lawrence River could be poisoned. How many towns and cities between here and the ocean drew their drinking water from the river? How could anybody be so irresponsible? Every pound of meth created meant five pounds of poison dumped into the water. Assuming the lab was new, the level of toxins in the water had no way to go but up.

He planned to share their findings with the mayor as soon as the cocky son of a bitch granted him an audience. He couldn’t stand the man, and for some reason Mayor Ron didn’t like him either, but maybe the guy would lighten up and cut him some slack since poisoned water wasn’t something he’d want either. The mayor could alert the police to be on the look-out for increased meth sales in the area, and maybe they’d consider whatever had happened to Lindsay and Aaron hadn’t been an accident.

Echoes of the Past is available from

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Look Who Dropped By Today: Nancy Weeks

Good morning. Today’s another messed up summer day with winds, thunderstorms, and sun! I’m so glad not to be camping still. 

My guest this morning is  fellow Crimson author Nancy Weeks here to talk about her latest release, the fourth installment of her In the Shadow series, In The Shadow Of Pride, and she’s got a give-away for you, too. Check the end of the blog for your chance to win.  


Hi Susanne!

  I’m so thrilled to be here today. Thank you for inviting me. Please feel free to ask me anything.

Tell everyone about yourself.

I always choke-up when I’m asked this question. Sometimes, I think who I am changes daily or I’m a book still being written.  I have been happily married for over thirty-two years and a mother for twenty-six years.  I decided before having kids that I wanted to be home with them. It went against the norm, but I felt that one hectic career in the family was enough. After moving back to Maryland from southern Germany, I decided to give up my career and became a stay-at-home mom. The moment both my kids were off to college, I began to write. Now I proudly call myself an author.

I was a stay-at home-mom until my kids started school full-time, then I returned to my teaching career. I feel sorry for others who’d like to stay home with their families but can’t. 

 What are your favorite and least favorite parts about being a writer?

 There is a magic that happens while I’m working on a story that is very intriguing. I always write up an outline of the beginning, middle, the dark moment and the end of every story. But as I get deep into the writing, the story develops a voice of its own and leads me to a place I never imagined. Some people may think that it’s not magic at all, but my ability to get closer to the story–really develop an understanding of who my characters are as well as experience how they think and feel. But for me, that special moment when I just shake my head and think, “where in the heck did that come from,” really is magic. I may always end back up where I’m supposed to be, but those rare moments of magic make writing the most exciting job.

The part I struggle with even after four books is the promotion writers need to do today to get their book noticed. With some many free and 99 cents books available all the time, it is so hard be noticed through all that noise. Promoting a book is like raising children. Just because a promotional strategy worked for the first book, doesn’t mean it will work for the second, fifth, tenth. There are no clear answers because the game is constantly changing.

What’s one piece of advice you’d give to other writers?

Write! Revise! Write again. If you are serious about becoming a published author, accept that it’s not going to be an easy road.  Take your writing seriously and learn your craft. Keep an open mind and be willing to sometimes change the way you see your story.  My most important piece of advice: You will never be published if your manuscript never leaves your laptop. You have to query it out all over the place. When you receive a rejection, read it, learn from it, store it away in it’s own file, and get back to writing.

 Do you prefer silence or to have music on when you’re writing? What kind?

 Oh great question. Music is what brings out the emotion in my writing.  Each book in this series had it’s own unique playlist. For instance, In the Shadow of Greed, I listened to Jason Mraz, Mika, Norah Jones, and Adele. Their voices brought out that heart-wrenching emotion I needed to write not only the love scenes, but those dark moments when my characters were at their worst. In the Shadow of Pride demanded the sounds of the cello. Whatever the story, I lose myself in the music. It clears my mind and allows the words to just flow.

How’d you get the idea for In the Shadow of Pride?

Without giving away too much about the story, the internal conflict between my hero, Mac McNeil and heroine, Lexie Trevena formed in my head as I was writing In the Shadow of Greed. I knew I wanted a small piece of Greed that I just touched on in chapter one to be the beginning of Pride. That small crumb was what was going to cause the most internal conflict between Mac and Lexie. However, I had no idea what the external conflict was going to be. When I began to outline Pride, I scoured news articles and real life cases in the FBI news blog for potential ideas. The words Unmanned Aerial Vehicle popped off the page. Drones! How fun would that be? I spent more hours than I care to admit researching drone technology, but what a blast I had crashing that internal conflict smack into the external conflict. Rest assured. It may take Mac and Lexie a few pages to get to their happy ending, but when they do, it’s explosive.

How’s book #5 in the Shadow Series coming along…inquiring minds want to know! 

I’m just beginning to write In the Shadow of Vengeance. This book is going to bring my entire McNeil family together in one place. This will be Noah’s story, and he’s going to need all of his brothers to deal with what I have in store for him and the woman who he will fine his happy-ever-after with, Elizabeth Merlot.

Tell us what genre(s) you write in, why, and what your experiences are like writing it. 

I write romantic suspense with sometimes a touch of the supernatural. I chose this genre because it is what I love reading. I love the romance first in the story, but the suspense adds a level of depth to a story I don’t find in other romances.

 What was your favorite scene to write in In the Shadow of Pride?  Why?

 Oh this is a hard question. There are several very intense scenes in Pride that force my hero and heroine to work together. Since I have to pick just one, I love the scene where Mac has to put all of his distrust of Lexie aside and rescue her from my villain’s hands. This is one of those changing points in the story where Mac and Lexie are thrown into such an intense situation, they can’t help seeing a different side of each other. However, they are not quite ready to trust each other completely. As a writer, it’s so much fun creating these ‘baby’ steps that bring them closer and closer together.

What scene gave you the most trouble In the Shadow of Pride? Why?

Oh, hands down the technical aspects of this book. I read numerous articles about drone technology, GPS spoofing and computer viruses. Thank God I have a great technical team who are willing to read through everything before I show it to anyone.

Where can we find you on the internet? (Links, please!) 

Nancy C Weeks profile picture Find Nancy at:


 Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/NancyCWeeksAuthor

 Twitter: @NancyCWeeks

 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7009278.Nancy_C_Weeks


 Where can we find your books? (Links, please!)

 Look for In the Shadow of Pride at: 

Crimson Romance ebooks | Amazon | B&N | iTunes | Kobo | Google Play | BAM

 Buy links for the first three books in my In the Shadow series:


AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1fgBXl7

BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/17hjfco

iTUNES: http://bit.ly/1f05ToH

CRIMSON ROMANCE: http://www.crimsonromance.com/


AMAZON: http://amzn.to/16ZTUl3

BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/16GHb6I

iTUNES: http://bit.ly/17JKTvi

CRIMSON ROMANCE: http://www.crimsonromance.com/


AMAZON: http://amzn.com/B00IPSCP8

BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/1dId2db

ITUNES: http://bit.ly/1drdtFA

CRIMSON ROMANCE: http://www.crimsonromance.com/

As an added bonus, Nancy is giving away, one free digital copy of any book in her series to one lucky commenter. Winner’s choice.  All you have to do is comment on the following question:

Have you ever started seeing someone you thought you disliked in a different light, and that new view, brought you closer together?

Comment for your chance to win. Nancy will reply to all comments, so if there’s something else you’d like to ask her instead. go ahead.

Thanks for being here Nancy. Good luck with all your books.