Happy Friday, everyone!
Today, I'm thrilled to welcome back to my blog, my good friend and wonderful author, Loni Lynne. The last time she dropped by, she filled us in on her debut novel, WANTED: ONE GHOST. Here is the link if you missed it: http://bit.ly/1rBDT2W.
Loni is back to share the exciting news about her new novel, IMMORTAL HEAT, the first book of the The Guardians of Dacia Series.
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Here is a blurb for THE GUARDIANS OF DACIA SERIES.
Romania has been called the mystical land of
paranormal beings and creatures of the night. Before the Romans conquered their
land, Dacia was a mystical land of magic and folk-lore until one man and his
army destroyed the closely woven fabric set by the gods between man and beast.
Now, cursed by their gods over two thousand years ago, one immortal clan
struggles to maintain their private world while still learning to live and
protect their human brethren while their enemy seeks power to destroy the new
world.
But as the
clans face extinction, a new generation of Dacian blood emerges to unite the
clans once more. The world as they know it may never be the same.
IMMORTAL HEAT
Dacian Historian…
Determined to study ancient Dacian folk lore abroad,
Marilyn Reddlin’s plans are cut short when she is abducted by a dark haired
stranger who insists she’s in danger. The only danger she’s in is losing
herself to her abductor’s inexplicable seductive energy. Draylon Conier teaches
her there is more to Romania than myth and fairy tales while sweeping her into
a wild adventure of paranormal mystery and intrigue.
Dacian History…
Thousands of years trying to pay back a debt,
Draylon Conier is finally able to do so. Sent to capture a young, American
student who is in danger while in Romania, he just has to send her back home.
Easy enough for him. Unfortunately, Marilyn Reddlin is determined to thwart his
every attempt—even telepathy. But there is more to her than meets the eye and
the closer he gets to her, the more danger she is in, not only from the ancient
immortal Dacian clans he’s trying to protect her from, but also his own sexual
need.
History just got a lot harder...
They must find out what connection Marilyn has to
Dacian history before Draylon destroys her when she succumbs to Immortal Heat.
Loni brought along a wonderful excerpt to tease you until it's released on OCTOBER 6TH---IN JUST THREE DAYS!! Enjoy!
Excerpt
for IMMORTAL HEAT
The
server rolled out a dessert tray, and Marilyn automatically possessed room for
the piece of decadent Belgian-chocolate cake whispering her name. She couldn’t
pass up the temptation. Besides, it was only a sliver of cake. She needed
something to absorb all the wine. The rich chocolate would complement the
merlot and appease her craving.
The first bite hit her taste buds with the
smooth, sinful flavor of Belgian chocolate- ganache. Marilyn sighed blissfully
and closed her eyes, allowing the sweetness to pleasure her senses as she
dragged the fork through her lips to capture every last molecule of taste.
Upon
opening her eyes she saw a man sitting at her table, staring at her. She
inhaled a crumb of chocolate cake, setting her to cough. Marilyn tried to
breathe as her eyes watered behind her spectacles. The man handed her the water
goblet and their fingers touched. Trembling at the jolt of electricity shooting
through her hand, Marilyn took a sip to clear her throat.
She
picked up the subtle scent of the amber and musk she’d noticed in the airport.
Was it him? Was he spying on her?
He
didn’t blink. His electric blue gaze bore into her soul. Small tremors of the
fear her mother had addressed for years came running back, but she sat
immobilized, staring back at him.
Dressed
all in black, his raven hair blended in with the black leather of his jacket
and turtleneck shirt. Those blue eyes caught fire from the reflection of candle
light between them. Little bubbles of sensual awareness boiled within her
bloodstream, and her mouth went dry as if the cake she’d been eating left
behind a sawdust residue. She tried to laugh away the nervousness, but what
came out was more of a croak. “I think you have the wrong seat,” she said in
broken Romanian.
“You
have to leave,” he said.
He
spoke in perfect, modern English with a hint of accent. She wasn’t sure what
kind. You have to leave, her mind echoed. She shook her head at the distracting
sound of his voice. Like the Belgian chocolate ganache, the thick tenor
drizzled delicious intent that could make a woman fantasize about what that
voice would sound like whispering rich, sweet words into her ear. She needed to
stop drinking red wine. It made her think silly things.
What
would her mother do in a situation like this? With the stiffened spine she’d
learned from Diane Reddlin, she met his gaze—difficult as it was to look into
his eyes without melting. “This is my table. You are the one who needs to
leave.” She took another bite of her cake as if he weren’t there. Whether the
cake was more acceptable to bite into than he was would be a matter of decorum,
but she bet he would taste yummy.
Hands
joined in a single fist planted on the table, he leaned forward until his face
was mere inches from hers. He studied her every move as she ate. The intensity
should have unnerved her, and yet a wine induced boldness hit her, coupled with
a determination to put him in his place, whoever he was. His good looks and
dark, sensual appeal could only mean trouble.
The
flickering candlelight created shadows along his jaw line, making him appear
even more mysterious. His elegant European nose flared, the muscles in his jaw
flexed. The mixed scent of the aroma she’d been alerted to at the airport and
leather from his jacket again hit her senses. As much as she tried to fight her
feminine instincts, her inner woman wasn’t cooperating. Her nipples hardened,
and a quiver started in her core. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“You
are in danger, Marilyn Reddlin. Leave now. . . before it’s too late.”
Those
eyes penetrated straight through to her soul. She hoped to God he didn’t know
what her body was saying. Then his words and the fact he’d just addressed her
by her name hit her like a bucket of icy water. She shook off the strange
enchantment.
“Who
are you? How do you know my name?”
“That’s
my business. Now, leave Romania…tonight.”
Marilyn
sat stunned, fighting the commanding lilt of his voice. There was an odd,
suggestive pull. She fought it but he’d already left. She hadn’t seen him get
up. But when she looked, he’d walked out of the restaurant into the hotel lobby
towards the entrance.
A few moments later she grabbed his hand,
halting him. His eyes flared up at her, and then down to where her hand had
attached itself to his wrist. She stopped and realized she didn’t remember how
she’d gotten from the table to being outside, trying to stop his departure. But
here she was. They stared at each other for a moment, both astounded at the
circumstances.
He
jerked his hand from her touch and popped the collar on his jacket, glaring at
her before walking away.
You
will leave.
Did
she just hear his voice in her mind or had he said that aloud? His back was to
her, so she wasn’t sure. She shook her head to get the sound of his voice out
of her senses. This was too bizarre.
Like
hell I’ll leave, asshole, she thought while staring after him. Who did he think
he was? Had her mother put him up to this?
Stopping
dead in his tracks, he slowly turned around. Marilyn stood her ground, her
hands fisted on her hips in defiance. Did she hear him curse? That was
impossible, his lips hadn’t moved, and they were now a parking lot away from
each other.
A
logistics truck pulled up through the circular entrance of the hotel, blocking
her view, before driving away. When the view was clear, her mystery man had
disappeared into the night, leaving only the echo of his warning behind in her
head. She walked back to the dining room puzzled over the man’s audacity.
She’d
be damned before she turned tail and ran back home to Mama.
WHERE YOU CAN BUY IMMORAL HEAT
Here is a where you can find more about Loni Lynne. She is one of the sweetest women you will ever meet.
Born
in north-central Michigan, Loni Lynne still loves the quiet woods, lakes and
rivers in Otsego County and the Victorian era bay side houses of Little
Traverse Bay. But after decades of moving around the country as a child and twenty-five
years of marriage to her personal hero, she calls western Maryland her home.
Serving in the United States Navy didn’t prepare her for the hardest job ever, being a stay at home mom, to her two wonderful daughters. After years of volunteering as a scout leader, PTA officer, and various other volunteer positions, all while still writing snippets of story ideas, her husband decided it was time for her to put her heart to finishing a story. He gave her a laptop, portable hard drive and his blessings to have a finished manuscript, ready to be sent out to the masses in one year. He created a writing monster.
Immortal Heat
was her first idea six years ago and has gone through many revisions since
then. In the meantime another story took hold, Wanted: One Ghost
and it became her first published book in 2013. Now with the help of her
friends, family and friends of the romance writing community, she’s pursuing
her love of telling stories written from her heart.
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Have a wonderful weekend and be nice to one another.
Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks
Nancy, you are such a sweetheart for hosting me today. Thank you so much and I hope everyone out there has a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt was my pleasure, Loni!! Here is wishing you all the luck with your new release. I can't wait to read Immortal Heat. Awesome title!
ReplyDeleteHugs, to you!
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