Teaser Tuesday with Chris Redding!

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is from Blonde Demolition from Chris Redding.

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You just can’t hide from the past…
Mallory Sage lives in a small, idyllic town where nothing ever happens. Just the kind of life she has always wanted. No one, not even her fellow volunteer firefighters, knows about her past life as an agent for Homeland Security.
Former partner and lover, Trey McCrane, comes back into Mallory’s life. He believes they made a great team once, and that they can do so again. Besides, they don’t have much choice. Paul Stanley, a twisted killer and their old nemesis, is back.
Framed for a bombing and drawn together by necessity, Mallory and Trey go on the run and must learn to trust each other again―if they hope to survive. But Mallory has been hiding another secret, one that could destroy their relationship. And time is running out.

EXCERPT:
 The dream had come out of the blue for firefighter Cal Stedman. He didn’t put much stock in the everyday dreams people had, but he knew this one meant something. He’d been tired. More tired than he should have been and came home early from setting up the fair at his firehouse.

Maybe that was why he’d dreamed.

Having lost his wife five years ago, he now lay alone in bed. His bones ached from the physical labor of moving cinderblocks and putting up snow fencing around his beloved beer tent.

The dream rolled around in his mind. The woman in it…

I thought I’d put her out of my mind a long time ago. I did worship her. Too bad she left me when I went into the military.

He shifted onto his side, noting that darkness had fallen while he’d been asleep. He saw midnight on his clock.

“You have a child,” the dream woman had said.

But he didn’t. He and his wife had tried for years with no heirs.

Why would I dream about a child at this late date in life?

He groaned at his ailing muscles, feeling his own mortality in their hum. Maybe it was that very sense of his growing old and closer to death that led him to think about a child. One he hadn’t had with his wife.

The whole time I was a cop, I never felt this vulnerable, this…mortal.

His eyes drifted closed as his mind returned to dreamland.

What if I do have a child?

Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in journalism. When she isn’t writing she works part time for her local hospital.

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Teaser Tuesday with Pamela Beason!

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with Pamela Beason!


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Blurb: When Terrence Langston ran Langston Green, the plant nursery sailed along like a well-run ship. But when his daughter Elisa takes over after his sudden death, she feels more like the Captain of the Titanic. First the business is struck by vandalism, then an earthquake, then arson. And now a hunky insurance investigator believes that Elisa’s behind all the destruction? Does she have to get killed to prove her innocence?

Excerpt:
When the first ripple of earth surged toward her, Elisa Langston stood up and stared, not trusting her eyes. The field around her was quiet; all she heard was the rasp of rubbing branches overhead. Even after the wave had lifted her and set her back down, then rolled on toward wherever it was going, she didn’t quite believe it. Was she hallucinating?

But then a second wave, this one more malevolent, roared through the ground, driving her to her knees. Ridge after ridge of earth rolled through her field like breakers surging toward the beach. Car alarms sounded in distant parking lots. Increasing in speed and size, undulations of soil rose and fell around her, tearing landscape fabric, noisily tossing her neat rows of potted plants into mangled piles. Overhead, branches cracked and popped as the taller trees around her shimmied and swayed like crazed hula dancers, showering her with red and gold leaves.
A streak of black-and-white fur flashed past.
“Simon!” she shouted, but the panicked cat was gone. She didn’t blame him. If she had four legs, she’d be running, too.
This was the biggest earthquake she’d ever experienced. And the weirdest. It felt as if the planet had suddenly returned to its ocean origins, and the whole world was liquid again. A large wave swelled up beneath her, toppling her backwards, and she was nearly buried by a sudden deluge of rainbow-colored foliage. A tremendous ripping sound came from the north, followed by a thundering crash that reverberated through the ground and rattled her teeth. The old homestead! Elisa dug her fingernails into the dirt, trying desperately to regain her feet and turn toward the noise. Snapping sounds erupted all around her. A sweet gum crash-landed a few feet away, its impact jolting every bone in her body. She flailed wildly, struggling to find purchase in the roiling soil. A rush of cold air blasted her face, and then she felt a crushing blow to her legs and chest. After a brief close-up of speckled bark, her world went black.

Author Biography:

Pamela Beason lives in the Pacific Northwest, where she writes novels and screenplays and works as a private investigator. When she’s not on the job, she explores the natural world on foot or cross-country skis, in her kayak, and underwater as a scuba diver.


Pam is a recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award. She is currently working on a new mystery series that will debut with ENDANGERED from Berkley Prime Crime in December of 2011.


Twitter: @PamBeason

Teaser Tuesday with Cindy Young Turner!


Today’s Teaser Tuesday is from Cindy Young Turner!

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Thief of Hope blurb:
Sydney, a street urchin and pickpocket in the town of Last Hope, has managed to evade the oppressive Guild for years, but there is no escaping fate when she’s sentenced to death for associating with the resistance.
After she’s rescued by a wizard, Sydney is forced to accept that magic–long outlawed throughout the Kingdom of Thanumor–still exists, and the Tuatha, a powerful faery folk, are much more than ancient myth and legend. When the wizard offers a chance to fight the Guild and bring Willem, bastard prince and champion of the Tuatha, to the throne, Sydney embraces the cause as a way to find her own redemption.
But Sydney’s fear of the Guild, distrust of authority, and surprising connection to the Tuatha threaten Willem’s success. Can she untangle the strange threads that entwine her life not only to the fate of the kingdom, but also to Willem himself?




Thief of Hope Excerpt
Copyright © Cindy Young-Turner

All rights reserved — a Crescent Moon Press publication
 “Magic.” She could think of no other explanation for the strange light. Standing together in awe, they heard whispers echo once more, louder this time, coming from within the tunnel. The elusive tones ebbed and flowed, in the pattern of words and phrases. None of them made any sense.
“I’ve seen this place before.”
“That ain’t possible. We haven’t been this way before.”
“I’ve seen this tunnel in a dream.” Willem stepped forward and put a hand on the wall, as if to reassure himself it was real.
“How can you dream of a place you’ve never seen?”
“Sometimes I dream things, and later they prove to be true. I dreamed about this tunnel, the light, the sounds.” His brow creased. “Vadnae said the gateway to the realm of the Tuatha is within the tunnels. Maybe this is it.”
Her legs trembled. Like the tunnel Bill had led her away from, the certainty they wouldn’t be able to return if they entered sent shivers through her. “We should tell Vadnae and bring her back here. I can remember where the tunnel is.”
“We can’t go back. There was someone else in my dream.” His blue eyes met her gaze. “Until now, I never realized who it was. Now I’m sure; it was you, Sydney. We must go in together.”
She backed away. It was one thing for Willem to dream of a place he’d never been, but another thing entirely for him to dream about her. Before they’d even met. “That’s daft, Willem. We ain’t-we aren’t wizards. What if the Tuatha are really as dangerous as people say? What if we don’t come back? No point making you king if they trap you in the faery realm.”
“This is something we’re meant to do. I’m sure of it.”
As he spoke, her neck pouch grew warm. She set the lantern on the ground. With shaking hands, she pulled the leather cord over her head and loosened the drawstring. The marble glowed, like the stones in the passage ahead of them. She shook it into her palm.
Willem stepped toward her. “What’s that?”
“Picked it up in Oryn’s tower.” The glowing orb reflected the light from the lantern and the stones.
“Is it magic? Be careful.”
The glow changed from a soft yellow to orange to red—and then to black. Durok’s power assailed her. His hatred and malice chilled her to the core. Blackness engulfed her.
Two gleaming eyes gazed out of the void. They pierced her soul, probing her innermost thoughts, her fears, her desires. She sought to cry out, but no sound escaped her lips.
“Sydney!”
Willem’s voice grew faint. Unseen hands clawed at her. Blindly, she struck back. Her mind reeled, and she relived every painful moment in her life, every loss, every hurt, every betrayal. Unbearable pain. No way to fight back.
“You are strong, Sydney,” a voice murmured. “Don’t let him defeat you.”
The voice reminded her of Edgar, bringing with it memories, not of Edgar on the scaffold, but of him tucking her into bed when she was a child and telling her he’d keep her safe. “You’re safe now, Sydney. Give me your hand and you’ll be free of him.”
She let him take her hand. His fingers pried open her fist. The darkness lifted.
“Sydney, can you hear me?”
She forced her eyes open. Willem’s stricken face hovered above her. With a steady arm around her, he helped her sit. Her heart thudded in her chest. She made an effort to stand, but the ground spun beneath her and pain stabbed behind her eyes.
“Easy.” Willem’s arm rested on her waist, solid and comforting. “Just sit here for a minute.”
“The marble.…”
He held up her neck pouch. “Safely put away. I took the marble from you without being affected myself.”
Her hand ached. Opening her fist, she gasped. The middle of her palm was red and blistered.
“Let me see.”
“It’s all right.” She clutched her hand to her chest.
“Here, let me help.” He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket. Gently, he took her hand and wrapped the soft fabric around her palm. “We’ll deal with your wound later, when someone can tend to it properly. Vadnae or one of the monks, perhaps. We’re lucky you weren’t more seriously hurt.”
“What happened?”
His gaze searched her face. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
He still held her hand. The flickering lantern light softened his expression, and she glimpsed something more than compassion.
Then the image of the probing eyes flashed before her. Shuddering, she shifted away from Willem and gulped a deep breath. “It was Durok. He saw me. We have to get away from here.” She struggled to get to her feet. Willem helped her up, steadying her, his strong hands gripping her waist.
“We can’t go back the way we came.” He inclined his head to the wall blocking the end of the tunnel. “It closed up when you touched the marble.”
Sydney stumbled forward and ran her fingers over the wall. “There’s gotta be a way out.” She started when Willem touched her arm.
“There is a way.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face the tunnel with the glowing stones. “We can wait for Durok to destroy us, or we can move forward. Those are our options.”
His mouth set in a determined line. Vadnae, Gregor, Erik, Bill’s children, and Anaria—so many people depended on them to succeed. She made a fist, wincing at the pain. She wasn’t going to let Durok get the best of her. Willem wasn’t giving up, and neither was she.
She reached up to brush her thumb across his cheek. He drew in an uneven breath, and she smiled shyly. “All right. Let’s go in.” 


Author’s Biography: Cindy has always been an avid reader and became fascinated by mythology and Arthurian legends at a young age. She quickly decided she enjoyed creating her own worlds and characters and set to work writing her own stories. She won her first writing contest at age twelve, a short story inspired by the style of Edgar Allan Poe. Branching her interests from mythology to classic supernatural tales to medieval history and then to fantasy seemed to be a logical progression.
A native New Englander, Cindy currently lives in the Mid-Atlantic region with her family and each year wishes for more snow.