Are You Ready to be Saved…at Sunrise?

Saved_at_SunriseWinners!  Winners!  The winners from last weeks blog with the wonderful Amanda Brice were:  bn100 and Sarah S.  Please email me at christie (at) and let me know if you prefer print or e-book, and your particulars.  (Snail mail addy for print and Amazon or B&N for e-book.)  Congrats!

Are you ready? 

Are you ready to get inside Della’s head and world?  Just to get you tempted, I’m posting the first chapter of Saved at Sunrise as a little treat for you today.  Remember, it’s only an e-book and it releases April 2nd.  If you don’t have an e-reader, don’t forget you can download e-books onto your computer and some phones.   Oh, and it’s only $1.99.  And… in the back of the novella you’ll find the first two chapter of Chosen at Nightfall.  So go pre-order your copy now.   Oh…and this week, I’m giving away a copy of Chosen at Nightfall, so make sure you leave a comment and check back next week to see if you’ve won.

Chosen at Nightfall

Here we go . . .

Chapter One

 “Do not put yourselves in any jeopardy. Your job is to infiltrate the gang by showing interest in joining, find out if they’re using murder as a rite of initiation, and then get out. Alive.”

“That’s my plan, too.” Della Tsang answered with sass looking up at Burnett James, one of the Shadow Falls Academy owners who also just so happened to work for the FRU—Fallen Research Unit—which was basically the FBI of the supernatural world.

“We don’t want you to bring anyone in. We don’t want you to take care of the bad guys.” Burnett continued staring right at her.

Afternoon sun poured into the window of the Shadow Falls office behind him. The crystals sitting on shelves caught the light and cast rainbow-colored mirages on the wall. They danced and shifted as if magical. And maybe they were. Crap like that happened all the time here.

“Actually, Burnett said, drawing Della’s attention back to him, “we don’t think this is the group, but if it is, with your testimony, we’ll have enough proof to get a search warrant and we’re pretty damn positive we should find all the evidence we need to convict.”

Burnett, six feet plus, with dark hair and eyes, was a hard-ass who worried way too much,but being a vampire like herself, Della respected him and his hard-assness.

She just wished the respect was mutual. Seriously, didn’t he trust her? Didn’t he know she could friggin’ take care of herself? Did he really have to go over this again?

“I understand, sir.” Steve, the brown-haired, brown-eyed, great-bodied guy sitting next to her spoke up when she didn’t. For the first time, Della noticed his voice held a hint of a Southern accent that wasn’t just Texan.

Della glanced over. Steve gave Burnett his complete attention. What an ass-kisser.

Steve was evidence that Burnett didn’t trust her. Why else would Burnett insist Steve go with her? She didn’t need the shape-shifter. He was just going to slow her down.

“Wait,” Burnett said, pacing across the office again. “Let me rephrase that. I don’t want you to just get out alive. I want you to get out just the way you went in. Not wounded, not bruised, and for God’s sake, don’t leave any dead bodies behind. You got that?”

“Now you’re taking all the fun out of it,” Della smarted off.

Burnett growled. “I’m not joking and if you can’t take this seriously then get your vampire butt out of here, because I’m not playing around.”

Della slumped back in her chair, knowing when to shut her mouth. She really wanted to do this assignment for the FRU. Wanted to win Burnett’s respect. Everyone needed someone to impress. And since impressing her parents wasn’t an option anymore, she’d settle for Burnett.

Not that impressing anyone was the only reason she wanted to go. Even before she’d been turned into a vampire, she’d considered a career in criminal justice—something that allowed her to kick butt. Of course, her parents had frowned on that. They had her earmarked to be a doctor. They had her earmarked to be a lot of things.

But not a vampire.

Not that they knew what she was. The way Della figured it, if they went bat-shit crazy just because she’d stopping eating rice—which after being turned tasted like curdled toe jam—how the hell were they going to accept that she was a blood-drinking vampire? The answer was obvious. They wouldn’t, couldn’t accept it.

Lucky for her, she’d been accepted into Shadow Falls—a boarding school for supernaturals—and didn’t have to worry what her parents thought about her choice of careers, or whether she ate her rice or not. And yet . . . now Della couldn’t help but question if they ever thought or worried about her at all. Did they sit down to eat dinner and notice her chair was empty? Did her mom ever forget and set an extra plate at the table?

She doubted it.

Yes, they came to the parents’ day visitations, but they were always the first to leave, and eager to do it. Especially her father, the man Della had spent her entire life trying to impress.

A daddy’s girl, her mom used to call her.

Not anymore.

No doubt her sister had taken over that role.

Turning vampire hadn’t been Della’s choice. It was one of those things life slapped on your ass and you just had to accept it. Which meant she’d had to accept that her family would never be able to accept her. Not that it really bothered her. Not anymore.

She was so over it.

“Am I making myself clear?” Burnett asked, yanking her back to reality.

“One hundred percent,” Della said, working hard to keep her attitude from spilling over.

“Yes, sir.” Steve nodded.

Yup, an ass-kisser.

“Okay, you got your orders?” Burnett said. “You know where to go and what your cover is? They expect you to meet them at four in the morning. Don’t be late, don’t be too early. Don’t let them lure you back to their compound. The policy, if they follow their own policy, is that three of the members will meet with you to talk. You get the information about joining, you get out.”

“Got it.” Della held up the brown envelope. And you’ve gone over this ten times.

“Then go get your things.” Burnett eyed Della. “And please, don’t make me regret sending you on this.”

“You won’t,” Della said.

Della and Steve stood to leave.

“Steve,” Burnett said. “Give me a few minutes.”

Della looked from Steve to Burnett. What the hell did he need to talk with Steve about that couldn’t be said in front of her?

Burnett shifted his gaze to Della and then cut his eyes to the door.

Frowning, Della shot up from the chair and left. She stopped about fifty feet from the porch, holding her breath and not moving a muscle. Hoping Burnett wasn’t still listening, she tuned her own vampire hearing and waited to discover what the hell was up. The afternoon sun spilled over the trees, casting shadows on the ground as she stood frozen in one spot.

“I’m trusting you to keep Della safe,” Burnett said.

Della inwardly growled at Burnett’s chauvinistic approach and fought the need to rush back in there and give him some lip. I’m the one who’s gonna have to protect his butt!

“I do not believe this is the gang we’re looking for.” Burnett’s voice carried well. “Or I wouldn’t be sending you two. This is just a clearance check. But that doesn’t mean this group isn’t dangerous.”

Don’t worry,” Steve’s deep voice answered. “I’ll keep her in my sight at all times.”

 Like hell you will. She already had a plan of doing a little side trip, and she didn’t need Steve tagging along.

* * *

At six that evening they arrived at the cabin the FRU had rented them right outside the vampire compound. To call the place a dump would have been like calling one of those roach-coach vans fine dining.

Of course, she and Steve were supposed to look like a couple of supernatural teen runaways. She supposed it would have looked suspicious if they’d rented anything with even part of a star attached to its reputation. But damn, this was supposed to have been a fun trip.

She wasn’t a prima donna, but sleeping on a mattress that was more dust mites than filling, with sheets that looked as if they hadn’t been changed in a year or so wasn’t her idea of fun. The bed’s covers were half on and half off the mattress, and the pillow sported an indented greasy spot in the center as if someone with not-so-clean hair had slept there.

Or maybe died there.

As disgusting as that thought was, one even worse hit. Someone had probably done the humpty dance on that bed.


She could probably get a disease sleeping on it.

Walking back into the tiny living area, she found Steve staring at the sofa with about as much distaste as she had while gaping at the bed.

“Come to think about it, I’ll take the sofa,” she said. “And I don’t want to hear any shit. There ain’t no one going to get past me.”

They had flown here. Not on a jet. Him as a Peregrine falcon—which meant he was fast—and her as a, well, a vampire—which meant she was faster. Vamps and shape-shifters being the only two species who could really fly. Well, an occasional witch, but Miranda, her Wiccan roommate, swore they really didn’t travel around on brooms.

However, Steve and Della’s mode of transportation also meant they really hadn’t spoken since they’d left Shadow Falls, with the exception of when they’d first walked into the cabin and he’d insisted she take the bed. And why? Because if someone came through the door he would stop them.

That downright pissed her off. She almost called him on being a complete chauvinistic pig, but then realized that if she wanted to sneak out later, she wouldn’t want him traipsing into the living room before morning and finding her gone.

Since he came across as the type with manners, and morals and stuff, who wouldn’t come into a girl’s bedroom—at least not without an invitation—she’d kept her mouth shut.

Face it, she’d take the odds of him finding her gone to the odds of those mattress germs finding her body, hands down.

Steve cut his soft brown eyes to her and a knowing smile spread his lips. He ran a hand through his brown hair, which he wore a tad longer than most guys. The strands fell right back into place, looking instantly styled. She doubted he went to some professional salon to get that look, but it almost appeared like he did.

His smile widened and he tucked one hand into his jeans pocket. The stance made the muscles in that arm bulge. “So what you’re saying is that the bed is worse than the sofa?”

“I didn’t say that.” She tried not to laugh, but something close to it slipped out of her mouth. She tried not to stare at his crooked smile and what it did to his lips and eyes. Or how his muscled arms looked like a safe place to fall. She’d give anything, even half a bra size to make him . . . ugly. And unlike her two roommates at Shadow Falls, she didn’t have much bra size to offer.

She continued to stare at him. She could have dealt with an ugly guy much better than one who looked like he’d just walked off of some men’s soap advertisement. And hell, she thought, breathing in his aroma, you’d think after spending the last two hours as a bird, he wouldn’t smell like he used some spicy-smelling men’s soap, but he did.

He smelled . . . awesome, and that ticked her off, too.

If she were a witch like her bigger-boobed roommate, Miranda, she’d change him into a repulsive fowl/foul-smelling guy. And she’d also make him less . . . nice. She didn’t like nice.

The only nice person Della had grown fond of was Kylie. And she was so nice, even Della couldn’t hate her. Well, right now, Della did hate her. Hated her for leaving. And if she didn’t get her butt back to Shadow Falls soon, Della was going to drag her friend back kicking and screaming. Sure, Kylie had gone to meet her newly discovered grandfather and learn more about her species, but plain and simple, she belonged at Shadow Falls. Someone had to keep Della and Miranda from killing each other. And no one was better at that than Kylie.

“We could both sleep on the sofa,” Steve said, and damn if he didn’t sound serious.

“Not even in your dreams, bird boy!” she snapped.

“Ouch,” he said and chuckled. “I only meant your head at one end and mine at the other. Only our feet would be touching.”

“So you’ve got a foot fetish, do you?” she asked before she could stop herself.

Humor brightened his eyes. With him positioned right in front of the bare window, and the last rays of the setting sun beaming in, she got a good look at those eyes. Were those flecks of amber and green in his brown pools?

His gaze lowered to her Nike-covered size sixes. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen your naked feet.”

Hearing him say the word naked with what sounded like a deep Southern accent, deeper than Texas, made her stomach flutter like she was twelve again and had never been kissed. Good Lord, what was wrong with her? Since when did she find a Southern accent seductive?

She stuck one foot behind the other. “And you won’t see them naked,” she snapped, not liking that they’d been here less than five minutes and they were already . . . flirting. At least it felt like flirting.

And Della Tsang didn’t flirt.

Not anymore.

His gaze rose from her feet. “We’ll see about that,” he said.

They stood there staring at each other for a second. Then he spoke up. “You want to go grab a bite to eat?”

She frowned. “I brought a couple pints of AB positive with me in my bag.” Which she needed to put in the fridge. While most vamps preferred their blood warm, Della liked it better cold. When your core temperature was 92 degrees, you appreciated things colder than yourself.

“Yeah, but I need food. Something hot and greasy. Nutrients for whatever the hell is gonna go down tomorrow morning.”

Steve had been set up to play as her shape-shifter boyfriend, a guy she’d met after running away from home. They didn’t allow anyone but vampires into the gang, but if she got accepted, and he could prove his worth to them, he would be brought in as an “extra.” Basically someone they sent out to do their dirty work. Which was part of the reason it pissed her off that Burnett insisted he come. Extras were considered expendable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” she said.

“That just warms my heart.” He put a hand over his wide chest. “Come on, go with me to grab a burger.”

He made it sound like a date or something. Frowning, she was about to call him on it when she remembered seeing a Walmart not far from there and close to some fast-food joints. She could pick up a set of sheets, a blanket, and some extra-strength Lysol spray and maybe be able to sleep on the bed. That meant she could skip out on the foot-loving, Southern-speaking Steve. She wouldn’t be gone long. She only needed a peek. A peek at the life she’d been cheated out of.

“Fine.” She lit out of the room.

He lit out with her, and within seconds had transformed into a hauling-ass Peregrine falcon. She wasn’t certain, but she thought she’d heard this was one of the fastest birds that existed. It wasn’t a half-bad-looking animal, either. Its feathers were a blend of browns, tans, and black. Its eyes were striking, round, with large black pupils that seemed to take everything in. And when it stretched out its wings, it almost looked like it had leopard spots.

Della didn’t know a whole lot about shape-shifters, but she’d heard once that one sign of their power was  they could shift quickly. He’d shifted into a bird pretty damn quickly. Not that she was impressed or anything.

Sort of like flirting, Della Tsang didn’t get impressed. Not about guys.

Not anymore.

Not since she’d turned vampire, turned cold, and had her heart shattered into tiny little bitty pieces by the guy who was supposed to love her forever.

* * *

Della landed with a thud on the pavement in the back of Walmart. Steve, still a bird, landed elegantly beside her. His wings stretched out wide.

Immediately, he started turning back into human form, and as always when a shifter turned, sparkly bubbles began floating around. One of his transformation bubbles lingering in the evening air popped on her arm and sent a tiny electric current up her elbow, zinging like she’d walked on carpet and then touched something metal.

“What are we doing here?” Steve asked, looking confused.

“Bedding and disinfectant.” She brushed off her elbow then looked up. The sky was darkening, and the stars hadn’t yet come out to play. Lifting her nose in the air, her vampire sense of smell caught the hint of werewolf under the strong scent of motor oil.

“Something wrong?” Steve asked.

“A few werewolves, but not too close.”

He frowned. “Damn, let’s grab what you need, snag me a burger, and get the hell back.”

She smirked. “You scared of a couple of werewolves?”

“Scared, no. But we don’t need any trouble right now.” He started walking.

She moved with him. “Sometimes trouble is fun.”

“Yeah, but let’s save our energy for any trouble that finds us tomorrow.”

“Anyone ever accuse you of being boring?” she snipped.

“No, but I’ll admit, I’m more of a lover than a fighter.”

She kept an eye on the dark shadows, making sure something didn’t lurk there. “Please, that’s so lame.”

“Lame, but true.” Humor sounded in his voice.

“I’ll stick with lame,” she muttered.

She imagined him smiling again, but afraid she’d be pulled into his smile, she didn’t chance looking at him. Hearing the laughter in his voice gave her stomach flutters. Or was she just hungry and needing some blood?

Entering the store, they made fast work of buying two flat sheets, a couple of pillowcases, two blankets, and some disinfectant. And Steve tossed in a bag of chips. At the fast-food place next door he got his burger to go, but he wolfed it down as they left the joint to find a desolate spot for him to transform so they could head back.

He’d finished the burger when they started down a dark alley behind the strip center. She noticed he stuffed the sandwich wrapper in his pocket. The guy didn’t even litter, never mind the alley was covered in trash. They only got about ten feet down when they heard a scream.

A life-or-death-sounding scream.

Pas de Death

BlameItOnTexasWINNERS!  WINNERS!  The winners from last week’s blog with Tessa Adams are: Ellie and Moojuice.  Please email me at christie (at) and let me know if you’d prefer a print or e-book, and either your mailing address, or Amazon or B&N for electronic copies.  Congrats!

Now, for today, I’m super excited to have one of my Killer Fiction gals with me!  She writes the best books full of fun and suspense for the YA audience, and even throws in a little dancing, too!  Impressive!  Please give a warm Laugh, Love, Read welcome to my friend, Amanda Brice as she tells us about herself and her new book, Pas de Death!

So, Amanda, how did you get your start writing?

You mean other than carrying around a little notebook and a purple pen all day when I was a little girl? My opus back then was “Nancy Flew and the Mystery of the Lady Ghost.” It was highly acclaimed by the toughest of literary critics — my 4th grade teacher.
But my dad convinced me to “do something practical” so I went to law school instead. Eventually drafting legal materials was a little too dry to keep my attention, so I started writing chick lit on the side. 🙂
Can you tell us what is the last great book you read?
Oh man, so many books, so little time! Sadly, my Kindle broke right after Christmas and I hadn’t had time to replace it until today (literally — I got a Kindle Fire today — I just had a baby Kindle previously), so between that and being on deadline with a new book, I haven’t had much time to read lately. But I adored Juli Alexander’s Investigating the Hottie. Really fun YA mystery-romantic comedy. I can’t wait until the next book comes out sometime this spring or early summer.
And what was your favorite scene from your book?
Hmmm…good question! Actually, there’s a scene in Pas De Death where my hero and heroine are locked in a closet hiding from the police. That was pretty fun to write. 🙂
Sounds fun.  Can’t wait to read it!  Can you tell us a little bit more about the book?

pas de deux (NOUN: pl. pas de deux)
1. A dance for two, especially a dance in ballet consisting of an entrée and adagio, a variation for each dancer, and a coda.
2. A close relationship between two people or things, as during an activity.

pas de death (NOUN: yeah … totally made up)
1. A dance of death.
2. When Dani Spevak stumbles over a dead body and gets into another crazy situation.

Aspiring ballerina Dani Spevak is back home for the summer, recovering from an injury. What was supposed to be a simple day trip into New York City to visit her friends at the Manhattan Ballet Conservatory turns deadly when Dani discovers that the world of professional ballet can be cutthroat – literally.


Looks fantastic!  Is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?

Well, the book releases on March 22nd, and there is a Goodreads giveaway for a print copy that ends today so everyone might want to pop over to check it out!
I’m also having a Bookbub promo for the second book in the series, Pointe of No Return, today, and it’s on sale for $.99 . . . but it’s a one-day sale, so you don’t wanna miss out!
Definitely not!  Thanks so much for stopping by and visiting with us, Amanda!  It’s been so much fun!  Now, this is the time where I ask a little question . . . hmmm . . . asking you the last great book you read would be too easy, LOL.  How about any good dance recital horror stories.  Do I have any twinkle toes out there?  Two lucky commenters will win a copy of Amanda’s book.  Good luck!  🙂




Hi, everybody!  I’m very excited to welcome a special guest to my blog today!  She is a spunky lady who wears many hats, but today I’m thrilled to have her here as Urban Fantasy author, Tessa Adams to talk about her book, Soulbound.

Welcome, Tessa!

First of all, thanks so much for having me today, Christie.

Glad to have you.  Let me ask you some questions . . .

  If your book were an ice cream flavor, what flavor would it be?

Dark Chocolate Raspberry from Haagen-Dazs.  It’s a really dark urban fantasy with moments of tart humor and sweet emotion.

What is the craziest experience you’ve had as an author?

I ended up under a dogpile of teenage girls not very long ago.  I was signing my dark YA mermaid series and there was a group from a school that had been really excited to see me, so they waited their turns patiently in line.  When they got to me, they were kind of jockeying for position, pushing against each other.  One of them either tripped or got pushed or something and she crashed into me, followed by about five others.  We went down and I ended up on the bottom of the pile.  Thank God there were no pictures—or at least none that I’ve seen of the incident.

Name three qualities you’re envious of in your heroine.

Oh, what a great question.

Xandra is emotionally tough – with her life she has to be—and I’d really like to be a bit tougher. One of my very good friends (also a TX writer) calls me Bunny boo-boo because I’m such an emotional pushover/cream puff.  Also, she’s got a lot of Moxie—not much fazes her.  And finally, she makes amazing chocolate chip cookies.  I’m a good cook, but a lousy baker and cookies are my nemesis.  I either make them too crispy or don’t get them done enough.  No matter what I try, I can’t bake them just the right amount of time.

Yummy . . . makes me want a cookie!  LOL!  Can you tell us a little bit about your book?

soulbound (1)

As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter—and a member of Ipswitch’s Royal family—Xandra Morgan should be a witch of incredible power. But things don’t always turn out like you expect… 

While she hasn’t lived up to her family’s expectations, Xandra has come to terms with her latent magic and made a life for herself in Austin, Texas, running a coffee shop where she makes potions of a non-magical nature. While things aren’t perfect, Xandra is happy—until she runs into powerful warlock Declan Chumomisto.

Xandra hasn’t seen Declan in years, and though she’s still overwhelmed by his power, she doesn’t trust him. And when her own powers awaken one night and lead her to the body of a woman in the woods bearing the symbol of Isis—the same one that has marked Xandra since the day she met Declan—she’s filled with a terrible suspicion, soon confirmed: the woman is connected to him.

Xandra doesn’t want to believe that Declan is capable of murder, but as the body count mounts, and Xandra’s own powers spiral out of control, she’s not sure she can trust her own instincts…

And where can we find it?

Sounds like a great read!  Thanks so much for being here, Tessa!  So, since you’ve unleashed my sweet tooth with your cookies and Haagen-Dazs . . . what’s everyone’s favorite, most decadent dessert?  Two lucky commenters will win a copy of Tessa’s book, so be sure to check back next week to see if you’ve been chosen!  Good luck! 


Prehistoric Historically Correct Stories and Pretend Tea


WINNER!  WINNER!  The winner of the $15 gift card from last week’s blog is: Anne.  Thanks for your input on my website’s Nip/Tuck! Please email me at: christie (at) and let me know if you’d prefer an Amazon or B&N card.

I have a release today.  But, I don’t know if I can call it a new release.  Shadow Falls: The Beginning, contains book one and book two of my Shadow Falls series.  And I love the cover.  I’m hoping a lot of new readers will pick it up and discover Shadow Falls.  And hey, for only $9.99, it’s two books for the price of one.

So, what’s up besides my new release?  Well, I’m up to my eyebrows in deadlines.  But I had a commitment this last weekend, so I had to leave poor Austin and Leah in the middle of a fun and, well, sexy scene to scoot on over to my daughter’s place to babysit.  I was in my granddaughter’s room and she decided her stuffed bears were going to have a party.  My three-year-old, almost four-year-old, grandbaby informed me that the first order of business was to get them dressed because . . . “they couldn’t run around . . . naked.”  Hmm, I’ll have to remind Austin and Leah of that.  LOL.

So we dug around in her old clothes drawer until we found some suitable attire for them.  Attending this grand event was a king, a queen, and a princess.  Once we had them lined up and dressed, she looked at me and said, “Now what?”

So, trying to be imaginative because she knows Mawmaw is a real storyteller, I grabbed a plastic octopus.   “They go to the party and meet a very leggy friend.”  Hey . . . I’ve been using most of my brain cells up on Austin and Leah’s story, so I came up just a little bit short.

“And then what?” she asked, a bit disappointed.

I grabbed a plastic horse.  “Then a beautiful, magic pony arrives that grants them all three wishes.”

“And then what?” she asked, as if wondering if that was all I had.

I grabbed a plastic dinosaur.  “Then—”

“No, Mawmaw.  The dinosaur can’t show up.  You know that.”

“Really?” I asked. “Why, because the dinosaur will eat the bears?”

“No,” she said.

“Is it because the dinosaur isn’t house-trained, and will go poopy at the party?”

“No,” she giggled, enjoying the silly banter.

“Is it because the dinosaur is naked?  We could find clothes for it.”

“No.”  She laughed and rolled her big eyes at me.

“Is it because the dinosaur has an ugly nose?”

“No.”  She took the dinosaur from me and studied his nose.  “It’s because they were already extinct when princesses were around.”

Impressed with her vocabulary, I offered, “Oh, yeah, the bigger dinosaurs ate them all.”

“No, that’s not what happened.   You see, a meteorite came from space and hit the earth with a big boom.  It caused so much dust that it rose to the sky and blocked out the sun for years and years.   Everything went very, very black, and with no sun all the plants died, and eventually all the dinosaurs died.  It was really sad.”

“Yeah,” I said a little in awe, and a mite embarrassed, being shown up by my granddaughter.  But in my defense, I didn’t know our party had to be prehistorically correct.

Then she said, “Please pass me the pretend tea and let’s serve some to our party guests.”

I decided right then that I couldn’t just wing these games of pretend anymore.  She’s getting way too smart.

So, that was my weekend.  What did you guys do?  I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend as much as I did.