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Ride the Night Winds

Hunter's Moon

Excerpt copyright 2014 

Fran Lee

 

“Please stop. I really need some space here. Just give me a few minutes to assimilate all of this.” She pushed at his very solid, very beautiful body and he slowly stepped back, allowing her to move out of his arms. It surprised her that he was so accommodating. Most guys would have pressed their advantage and forced her to smack them upside the jaw.

Gareth felt frustrated—disturbed—and amazingly horny. He had to get her to ask for him to make love to her—and it didn't help that she was being positively jackass stubborn. He drew a deep breath and willed her to come back into his arms. To kiss him again.

“Stop doing that!” she whispered, hugging herself and shaking her head.

He was amazed that she could sense his subliminal commands. And even more amazed that she was able to resist them. Conciliation was in order. “I should apologize for wanting to see and touch your amazingly lovely body. Imagine living in a world where all you can do is look. Then imagine suddenly being able to touch. It can be pretty damned overwhelming.” He drew a deep breath. “Besides—you didn't actually ask for something to wear.” He inwardly winced with the knowledge that he was giving her way TMI.

Amazingly lovely body? He was joking! Unable to assimilate his words, Terry stared up at his face.  Then his words began to sink in. Didn't ask? So all she had to do was ask? The sneaky son of a… She'd have to remember that. Then his words fully sank in. Dear God. This was so completely amazing! The fact that he was making no bones whatever about wanting her was enough to floor her. She'd lived in a small town her entire life, and men just didn't baldly admit to things like that.  At least, not without taking a girl out for dinner and dancing. But then, he kept referring to her as a “human”, so exactly what did that make him? It was becoming very obvious that he was so not a normal type human – and yet he had all the fixtures of a human.

She swallowed hard and asked shakily, “Gareth, who—or what—are you, exactly?”

He ran both hands through that incredibly thick, long hair, dislodging the tie that had held it, and he inhaled deeply before speaking. “I am not so different from you, Theresa. My mother was human. My father—my father is our oldest wise one. We have flesh and blood like you do, but we have powers that are unimaginable to humans in your realm. Once we lived in that realm, until we were crowded out by those baser creatures which supplanted us. It was simpler to come here and leave them the other.”

She knew without bothering to ask exactly what those “baser creatures” were. They were her kind of creature. Human creatures. Humans who didn't have unimaginable powers. Normal humans. She bit her lip and stepped back. “I should think that we both came from the same breeding stock. You look pretty much like a human, except for that huge ego you just displayed.”

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Excerpt Copyright 2014

Ride the Night Winds

Hunter's Moon

Fran Lee

A stiff, icy breeze lifted the loose strands of coppery hair from the shoulders of her old woolen overcoat, whipping them across her cold cheeks to remind her that she had forgotten to put her knit cap on before leaving for work at the truck stop cafe where she had just worked the late shift. Again. Not bothering to shove the strands from her eyes, she simply turned her face into the chill wind and allowed it to do the work for her. She heaved a weary sigh and tugged her thick wool scarf closer about her chin and throat as a deep moaning sound moved off the loose shingles of the old warehouse across the street. 

The night felt…strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something just didn't seem right. It had been a long time since she’d had a premonition of danger.  A damn long time.

The night felt heavy with it.

God, how she hated working the late shift. Of course, it was better money and late night truckers did tip better. Well, to be honest, she didn’t really hate working late. What she really hated was walking the twenty unlit blocks from the cafe to her ramshackle little house all alone.

It wasn't so bad when Ellen worked late with her, because at least she had someone to walk most of the way home with. Ellen would split off at Connor, leaving her with just a few blocks of walking alone. But she was completely alone tonight. Ellen had called in sick. It had been busy without two waitresses, but she had managed.

She didn't mind walking. It was great exercise. But it was past midnight in a town that rolled up the sidewalks at 10:30. There wasn't even a stray dog out on this particular night. It genuinely gave her the willies, and she had never thought of herself as particularly easily frightened. She almost walked back inside to ask if anyone was headed in her direction. But then, a lot of those truckers were desperately lonely and some were even sorta scary. She might end up in a worse predicament than walking home alone on a stormy night.

You didn’t need to invite disaster.

She lifted her face to the sky and frowned at the dim outline of the full moon she could barely see through the thickening layers of black storm clouds that were blowing in, and she tugged her coat tighter across her chest with a shiver. 

She never worried about getting mugged walking home. Bullock was about the deadest place on earth when it came to muggings. But walking anywhere in the dark bothered her. Ever since she had been a child, she had hated the dark. Things went bump in the dark. Made weird, scary sounds—like the wind howling through the rotten shingles of old Robbie O'Reilly's house as she made the turn at the end of the street and started up the hill.

No, she wasn't worried about getting mugged or robbed.

There hadn't been a major crime in the little town of 2,500 souls since back in 1960, and that had been when Frank Ritter and his motorcycle gang rumbled into town like the black plague, and had terrorized the whole town for nearly five days, killing three people before the Marshals had gunned the six killers down in cold blood.  

But that had been before she had been born.

She had no first hand knowledge like Gran did, but it had become one of those urban legends you heard in small towns. Like the one about “Gentleman” Bob Mercier, who had been shot down by the Marshals in his besieged hotel room after brutally killing three Pinkertons and robbing the Railroad office back in 1910. His ghost was supposed to be walking Main Street most nights of the full moon. She shook her head and sighed.

Ghosts were more likely to get you in Bullock than some mugger. Or maybe the Marshals, if you were doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. The most interesting part of these urban legends were those strange, wraithlike Marshals who always seemed to arrive on the heels of the bad guys, and who vanished the moment the job was done.

The next four blocks were pitch black without the moon out. Street lights were non-existent in this part of town. Wrong side of the tracks. The city council paid little heed to the needs of the poorer side of town. She wished to hell she'd thought to carry her flashlight. These damn sidewalks were full of deep, uneven cracks that could trip an unwary pedestrian in the dark. The old deteriorating sidewalk curved uphill past the old Bullock Cemetery and then back down to cross over Connor Road.

When Ellen walked with her, they would laugh about silly things that had happened during their shift, and discuss the sometimes hilarious propositions they'd gotten. It helped make her forget that the old Cemetery held some of the rottenest souls to ever go to perdition, like the Falcon brothers, who had died in a shootout with —yep—Marshals back in 1860 after they tried to rob the fledgling Bullock bank. They’d killed three townspeople before the Marshals had stopped their escape. The town had talked for months afterwards about how the Marshals had ridden into Bullock right as the Falcon brothers had shot old Hal Farrell and were mounting up to ride.

The old Cemetery was the final resting place of some pretty bad dudes—sort of the “Boot Hill” of Bullock—as well as the “potter's field” of the town. The newer Bullock City Cemetery was on the far side of town, and that was where the “nice” folks were buried. Old Bullock Cemetery was for felons and outlaws and unknown drifters and old Indians who died alone and penniless in the cold.

And Bullock had had its share of very bad boys back in the glory days of the old West. Even though she wasn't exactly superstitious, everyone was damned well aware that some pretty strange things had happened in Bullock over the full moon cycle every October...and definitely every fifty years. Every single one of those scary stories had been set during an October full moon cycle. She shivered and tugged her scarf up to warm her frozen ears.

Oh...not hot enough for you? Well, come back in a day or two for another snippet...I'll heat things up for you a bit.  :)

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Fran Lee

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Only ONE reader has taken me up on this offer...

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I offered my fans a free e-book over on my Facebook Author Page, but only ONE stalwart individual took me up on it. Congrats to Jessica Wallace, who bought Their Alpha Bitch and got Out of Her Dreams for FREE!

Like I've said repeatedly, giving stuff away is HARD! LOL! 

If anyone knows someone who would love to get a free e-book from Fran Lee, tell them to follow my instructions over on Facebook, and choose one of my backlist books for FREE.  I know there has to be at least one out there who might want one of my books. 

I want to congratulate my wonderful pals who have new releases just out. I am one of those authors who loves to read my friends' books. In fact, I have hundreds of their books. I have come to realize that a very few authors do buy and read books by other authors. I know three good author pals who have bought mine...and I want to thank them for doing that. It's truly a compliment to any author for other authors to purchase his or her books.  Authors know what good books are like, so when one of my pals sends me a message telling me she just finished my book, and loved it, it gives me warm fuzzies. :)

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I recently did a thirteen book boxed set with a dozen other authors, and I actually BOUGHT the set, even though I got to see their stories free before release day...why? Because they were marvelous stories! I want to be able to read again and again.

Let me know if any of you have bought one of books and thought it fell short of what you expected. I learn from my mistakes, and appreciate hearing from readers. You can e-mail me at  fran.lee.romance@gmail.com.

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Fran Lee

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1.)  Go to my Facebook page  (click on the FB link to the right of this post) and "like" my page. Make note of the number that it shows for your membership.  Post a comment on my FB page saying you have "liked" me, then come back over here and comment with your member number.  The first five people to do this will win a copy of Switch me On.

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I know...I know...this is a terribly self-serving thing to ask of you, but at least it lets me know you mean business. LOL!

Like I say...the first five will win a copy.  If you are number 6 through number 10, I'll send you an older book from my back list (my choice).

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Fran Lee

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I love reading...and I love to write books...

And I have decided that self-publishing is my best choice...

I have been happy at Ellora's Cave for the past five years, but there's a time for sitting back and waiting, and then there's a time for getting in gear and moving forward. I checked out other publishers, but I didn't want to wait six to eight months for them to decide when they would release a new book. I thought about subbing to some of the other up-and-coming publishing concerns, but I have been so spoiled by EC, I don't know if I could handle a new regimen.

So instead of subbing Their Alpha Bitch to my regular publisher and hoping to get a new editor assigned, and then waiting to see if that new editor liked or hated my book, I  simply did what was fastest and easiest...and it took me a whole three days to publish my newest offering.

 I'm good at self-editing, and I'm fairly good at formatting Word to Kindle. And with Kindle, if I publish, then notice I made a big boo-boo, I can just go back in and fix the big boo-boo. And I have caught myself in quite a few big boo-boos.

Nothing is set in stone...and I never have to give up my rights for four to ten years with self-publishing. If a book doesn't sell well, I can un-publish and revise. I can control the money, sell for lower prices than through a big publisher, and people who wouldn't buy from my publisher because they don't want to pay  $5 to $7 for an e-book can get my books for $3.00 or so.

Now, I know there is a lot of competition in self-publishing these days. Authors put a book out there and charge 99 cents.  I did that just up through the week after release day. But I worked hard to write that book, and $2.99 isn't too much to pay for a sexy, entertaining read. It's cheap enough to encourage buyers...and makes it worth my while.

I think I write a good story. I think that folks want a happily-ever-after with their hot sex. :) And I think that I give readers what they want and enjoy. My characters are complex and I love to write with tongue firmly in cheek.  So over the next few weeks, I will be running some contests/giveaways to get rid of all the SWAG I bought over the last five years...as well as a few to give away a free book here and there to readers who haven't become so familiar with my writing.

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Fran Lee

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1-2-3 Testing!

If you are here because you followed my FB link...

And you leave me a comment telling me that you did so, I'll send you something by e-mail...

This is simply a test.  I have absolutely no comments on my blog, mainly because I hate badgering my friends and fellow authors to come over and read my inane prattle. :)  But I truly need to know how many of my FB fans actually do read my posts, and this is one way to find out.

When you comment, please give me your first name and your e-mail address so I can keep my end of the bargain. I promise you that I will not sell your e-mail address to other authors...LOL!

Now...if you arrived at my blog because of my invitation during the Men of Calder County Release Day Event on FB, Just follow my instructions from the event page, and leave a comment telling me that you have done the treasure hunt, and e-mail me with your results at: 

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Winners will be announced on FB on Tuesday, September 16th.

Hugs, and thanks so much for following my links...

Fran Lee

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I made a cover video for Their Alpha Bitch...

I have been having a blast with my newest release!

Their Alpha Bitch

Is currently ranked number 6 in Kindle's Erotic paranormal romances and has been in the top 30 in the category for weeks.  Now, that doesn't mean it's selling millions of copies...it means that it's selling better than the other 94 in the top 100 in that category! Snort! And it has ranked as high as number 3!

I am leaving the price at the pre-sale level until September 15, so there's still time to get it cheap.  And if you're not sure you want to buy, get it from the Kindle Owners Lending Library for free! (I still get paid even if you borrow it).

Enjoy the video!

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Fran