Let's evesdrop on Marin of Finder's keepers interview. #Eggcerpt Exchange

Ssh. Listen. They're just starting


Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..

Marin (reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland has
been call me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.

Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, I nice to finally get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little bit about you… Tell us a little bit about day to day life in the royal world…

Marin: Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home schooled,
and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms… it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate whatever the client had misplaced…

Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also, something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???

Marin (Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life… and he
doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…

Interview: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? (scoots back a little further…)

Marin (head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would say my goal
is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…

Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white Knuckled grip on her set and continues…

Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???

Marin: … (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family, that
kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt

KYLAND … (small explosion blowing out all the lights)

Interviewer warily pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…

Interviewer(voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…


Thanks Tracey Clark for letting us listen in on your book friends. .

Blurb:

An act of rebellion, Marin doesn't think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know... right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic - the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools - is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin's protection.

Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste.

Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they're lucky ... they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That's if Marin doesn't shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.

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Excerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)

Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?

The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.

Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her
hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take
her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive.

“They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,”

Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery. Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy?

His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.

“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her

voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.

Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.

“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”

“Waiting for you, of course.”

“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.

The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her

imagination. Great.

“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the

hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.



All About Tracey Clark!!
I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!



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Seven facts about Werewolves

1     Another name for Werewolves is Lycanthropes. It comes from the Greek - lykoi for wolf and anthopos for man.

2     Ovid wrote how King Lycaeon of Arcadia murdered Nictumus, one of his fifty sons and fed his flesh to the God Zeus. Disgusted, Zeus turned Lycaeon into a werewolf with a taste for human flesh and brought the murdered boy back to life. Great for the boy, but not so good for the rest of us as Zeus unleashed werewolves into the world.

3     In Argentina, the people call werewolves Luison or el lobison. Belief has it that the seventh son of an all-male family will turn into a Luison. Parents were so scared they murdered or abandoned their own children. Eventually, President Juan Domingo Peron (1895-1974) announced he would give all seventh sons a gold medal when they were baptized and that they would receive a scholarship to pay for their studies until they reached 21.

4     The loupe garou is an American or Canadian werewolf and a bit of a French immigrant. This is an unfortunate soul who has been cursed with lycanthropey. He can turn into a wolf at will. When he changes, he retains his sense of identity and purpose. He might be the best sort to meet on a dark night, as long as you haven’t wronged him.

5     The second type of American werewolf is the Native American Wendigo but he’s pure malice and evil. He relishes the taste of human flesh, so he’d definitely one to avoid.

6     In Russia, to turn werewolf, all you have to do is wander into the forest, stick a knife in a tree, and dance around it while saying incantations that let the wolf into your soul. Anyone watching would probably think they’d downed too much vodka.

7     Silver bullets can kill a werewolf. Ancient scholars linked seven metals are linked with seven planets. Gold for the Sun, Mercury for Mercury, Copper for Venus, Iron for Mars, Tin for Jupiter, Lead for Saturn, and Silver for the Moon. Since the werewolf is a creature linked to the moon it makes sense that an element linked to the moon would kill it. Oh, but the loupe garou… He can change at will so don’t waste your silver on him.  

Werewolves fascinate me so much that my Scattered Siblings series of erotic stand-alone romances mostly has werewolf heroes  Check out my Amazon author page to find out more. http://amzn.to/1ZIVGCX 

Put a Little Sugar On It. Well... Vinegar Really #romance #herbs #vinegar #werewolf

Viola, the heroine in my book To Seduce an Omega grows herbs and sells them to survive.

Sometimes she made herbal vinegars.

Why would she? And what would her customers do with them?

Firstly, she made them because they are cheap and easy. She'd take common herbs and turn them into something amazing.

A few drops can freshen up a sickroom. In the seventeenth century, people soaked sponges in them and sniffed them if they felt ill. They'd run their sponge on an invalid’s brow or freshen up clammy hands. A sick person’s bed linens could be sprinkled with herbal vinegar to keep them fresh too. Of course, today, we use them as salad dressings.

My personal favorite? Elegant men about town had compartments built into the heads of their walking sticks. They’d fill them with a herbal vinegar soaked sponge that they’d sniff as they walked foul-smelling streets. I can just imagine a regency dandy, all starched linen neckcloth  and formal breeches, strolling down Mayfair while sniffing at his walking stick. Maybe, Jane Austin’s Mr. Darcy used something like that.

One thing I know for sure. The werewolves in my book didn’t use them on anything but salads. Maybe, if a she-wolf had a hot date, she’d add a few drops of a special vinegar to her bathwater.

Fancy making your own bath vinegar? Here’s an easy recipe to follow.

Ingredients

1 cup cider vinegar

1 cup water

1 tablespoon dried basil

1 tablespoon dried peppermint.

Mix the vinegar and water and heat until almost boiling. Remove from heat and add herbs. (If you don’t like basil or peppermint, choose your own.) Let it steep overnight.

Strain and bottle. Allow one cup for a bath.  

I haven’t tried it, but I might give it a go.

Want to know more about Viola? Then check out this standalone romance in my Scattered Sibling’s series.  

Blurb

The Rock Prowler alpha condemns Viola for her inability to shift. Forced into poverty and isolation, she ekes out a meager existence as a healer. As the pack omega with a crippled knee, she’s forbidden to mate. Her first heat beckons, but no wolf will dare to bed her.

Titus, a wolf rejected by his true mate, overflows with violence and anger. The Lykae King sends him to take over the Rock Prowler pack. He condemns Viola for wanting payment before she treats her patients and threatens to bring in a new pack healer. With her crippled knee and no other income, she’d starve.

She-wolves from families who disagree with the alpha have vanished. When Titus investigates, the alpha’s allies imprison both him and Viola. To escape, he must seduce Viola—the she-wolf he insulted and reviled. If that’s not bad enough, she despises him for his seeming allegiance to the alpha. As he gets to know her, she steals his heart, but after all that’s happened, how can she accept him when even his fated mate refused him? 

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Excerpt

The Tundra Toughs, his adopted pack, had watched over his recovery; then King Caleb sent Titus on this mission. If he married, not mated, the alpha’s daughter, he could remake his life as the Rock Prowler alpha.

His primal wolf—the seven and a half feet of violence and rage that lived inside him—hated the idea. His natural wolf—the part of him that would pass for a wolf on the mundane world’s Russian steppes—howled with outrage. Even his human side wasn’t sure it was sensible to bind himself to a stranger, but since losing Jilly, he hadn’t been rational at all.

His stupid natural wolf prowled through his psyche, demanding to run its tongue over the scratches in the healer’s arm. Afterward, his wolf would have licked at the soft flesh of her breast before it moved on to taste her pussy. Then, when she moaned and thrashed with need, he’d turn human and screw her until she screamed his name.

His inner wolves must be so desperate for sex that they’d settle for any woman they could get. It couldn’t be more than animal lust that drew him to Viola. Not after everything he’d endured to save Jilly.

Viola’s sweet floral essence reminded him of the open hillsides where he’d run as a pup. She made him think of family, home, and pack—all the things he’d given up to keep Jilly safe. Titus wondered how the healer would look naked and smiling, her nipples peaked and her body wet with desire—for him. Then he snarled, and he cursed himself for a fool.

One woman—his true-mate—had almost broken him with her lack of compassion. He refused to let another she-wolf bring him down again, least of all a healer who preferred cold, hard cash to caring for those in pain.

Every pack needed a healer, but given this she-wolf’s greed, he understood why the Rock Prowlers didn’t offer her the support she deserved. Other packs revered their healers and treated them as second only to the alpha female.

When he thought of how Viola had demanded coins before she so much as looked at the injured woman he’d found huddled in a murder thorn, a growl rumbled in his throat. Bedding any female but Jilly—especially the Rock Prowlers’ healer—wasn’t in his game plan, no matter what his inner wolves thought.

Wise men fled from his angry glare, but the Viola  had lifted her chin and held his gaze. Her courage could prove addictive, and the sooner he put some miles between them the better. Time for him to leave.