Are you excited, because I am. On Friday, my debut adult paranormal romance, BLOOD OF ISIS, will be released. To celebrate, you get the see the hot, juicy cover today. Oh, and I also dyed my hair red, just for the occasion. But I digress...
Even better, you get the chance to win a free copy of BLOOD OF ISIS by entering the contest below. More on that at the bottom of the page.
Without further ado, here's the cover:
There you have it. I hope you love it as much as I do.
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Now for the fun. How about an excerpt and a contest?
The prize= a copy of BLOOD OF ISIS, released on Friday April 5th.
The silver glint of a truck underbelly caught Jayda Swenson’s eye as she rounded the corner on Moon Pass. Smoke billowed from beneath the truck’s bed in the ditch, wafting up and over the asphalt as she stopped her Jeep and grabbed blue medical gloves from the center console. She ran to the side of the road with a rush of adrenaline. Her first day back at work after vacation was going to start earlier than her seven a.m. shift, it seemed. She’d missed her paramedic job, despite enjoying the much-needed break. Nothing like a truck fire to ease back into it.
A trail of black-and-red flannel spilled from the driver’s side window; a pale arm stuck out, the hand splayed and bloody. Jayda’s heart raced as she started down the embankment. Four steps down, she stopped. Rush into the fray alone or wait for back up? It wasn’t a choice really. She had to wait.
She skirted back up to the pavement, grabbed her cell from her pants pocket and dialed 911. Fragments of plastic and metal scattered on the road caught her eyes as she glanced around the accident scene. Tire tracks zigzagged from left to right, deep lacerations slicing the soil where the truck had hammered into the soft ditch.
“I hate this,” she muttered as the urge to slide down the hill and treat the bloody body threatened to suffocate her. Waiting sucked, but going for a victim alone was foolhardy and against every protocol and rule that had been drilled into her head over the past decade. Never go alone. Wait. Keep yourself safe. The mantras were well-learned but didn’t take away the primal fervor of wanting, needing, to help. Dispatch picked up the line, distracting her from making the choice.
“I need an ambulance and fire rescue to the south end of Moon Pass. Tell them to take Bay Drive in.”
“Is this the truck fire?” Dispatch’s response was scratchy. Tiny licks of pale orange flame spurted teasingly in and out of the smoke.
“Yeah. Tell them New Brighton medic 20 is on scene.”
“10-4, medic 20. This has already been dispatched by another…” Movement through the smoke caught Jayda’s attention. The phone slipped from her fingers as a hunched figure materialized from the haze, dragging a body. She froze with the surreal memory of a demonic form slicing through her dream the night before; one she’d woken from with a sickening feeling of dread and familiarity.
A man came into view, his broad back arched inside a tightly stretched gray T-shirt. His grunts of exertion broke Jayda from shock. She burst forward to help, grabbing the victim under one armpit, bumping shoulder to shoulder with the stranger as they pulled the victim up the embankment and lay him where grass met road. The man in gray doubled over, hands to knees in a lung-wrenching cough.
“Sit down.” Jayda glanced at him as she knelt beside the victim. A faint, thready pulse met her touch over his carotid. Weak, wheezing breaths accompanied the shallow rise and fall of his chest as his lungs eked out a last attempt at life. Glad she was already in full uniform in anticipation of her medic shift this morning, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the thigh pocket of her pants. She cut the victim’s shirt down the center and began a quick search for injuries. His torso was bruised and purple with a depression over the right chest. Bones crunched beneath her fingers where she touched.
“Shit!” She needed equipment and she needed it now. His sternum was broken and the backfill of blood in his jugular veins was making them pop like ropes along his neck. Another rack of coughing burst from behind her. She spun to see the stranger bend with hands on his knees. His ripped blue jeans were covered in smears of chocolate-brown mud and clung to his long legs. He was huge and he’d fall hard if his airway decided to shut down after consuming all that smoke. Jayda wrinkled her brow. She’d never be able to support him if he fell. He might be sexy in a grubby kind of way, but there was no way she’d sacrifice her back trying to catch a brute like him.
“Hey,” she barked. “Sit before you pass out! I don’t need two of you going out on me!” He took two long strides and was at her side. One masculine hand with long, square-tipped fingers gripped her arm. He pulled her to her feet. Jayda cried out, batting at his grip with her hand. His hand snaked down her leg, fumbling for something at the thigh pocket of her uniform pants.
“Scissors?” he croaked. She bent down and retrieved the pair she’d used earlier, handed them over. Before she could speak, he turned and jogged back down the incline, heading to the driver’s side and disappearing into the smoke.
Whew, how was that?? OK, so here's your question to enter the drawing for a free copy of BLOOD OF ISIS:
What does our sexy, grubby, mystery man go to retrieve?
A: A Puppy (ahhhhh)
B: A box of chocolates & field daisies for Jayda (ahhhh)
C: A demon who will start the demon\ zombie Apocalypse? (ewwww, or ahhhh, depending on your viewpoint)
D: A junkie (ddefinitely not ahhhhhh)
Leave your answer in a comment to win! Answer & winner will be revealed on Friday during the BLOOD OF ISIS book release festivities.