Character Interview Blog Hop – Detective Petra Kline from SIZZLED!


Hello everybody! I’m Star Galaxy from the Intergalactic Times. Today, I’m talking to the lovely Petra Kline from Declan Sands’ fun and sexy sci fi/shifter romance, SIZZLED! Petra has the double distinction of being both the only woman and the only human in this exciting series. So I asked her to sit down with me today and tell us a little about what that’s like. Here we go!

Star: It must be fun and challenging being a human cop in SIZZLED. You probably never know what your partner and friends are going to do next, right?

Petra:  It can be challenging, yes. But the guys are great. Mostly my life is pretty much like everybody else’s life…well, except for the fact that I’m dating a Great Dane shifter. (she frowns slightly) Yeah, I guess that’s pretty different, actually. But other than that I’m just like a million other women. I love French fries but they make my ass wide and I struggle every day to prove myself in a male-dominated world.

Star: A Great Dane shifter? Do tell!

Petra: Littlejohn is incredible. He’s a little controlling, but sexy as hell. We had this great rapport going before we became a couple and that hasn’t changed. We’re really good together, and the sex is phenomenal. The only time we fight is when he tries to go all alpha on me. I’m nobody’s damn beta bitch!

Star: Can you tell us what it’s like being a human in a world of shifters?

Petra: Wonderful. Frustrating. I mean, these guys are magical creatures from other planets. It’s really cool. And… (she leans closer, lowers her voice) …there’s naked gun fighting and stuff. (waggles brows) But it’s frustrating because I can’t tell any of my girlfriends about them. They’re like a super-society that has to stay a secret. (sighs)

Star: If you had to describe Littlejohn in three words, what would they be?

Petra: Sexy, overprotective, private

Star: Is there anything about Littlejohn that you wish you’d known before you got involved with him?

Petra: He loves dogs. Actually, he is one. I guess I’d like to have known that too. LOL He was so serious and “by the book” when we met. I wasn’t even sure I liked him at first.

Star: Would you share one of your favorite excerpts from SIZZLED?

Petra: Absolutely! But you might want to get in front of a fan. (laughs)

Petra had been struggling with her feelings for weeks. She wanted him, badly, but she wasn’t sure if he felt the same so she’d been waiting for him to make the first move. Despite her hope that he would take things into his own hands, his procrastination had just about pushed her to the point of grabbing him and flinging him to the ground to have her way.

But in that moment his intention seemed clear, his need even clearer. It pressed long and hard against her belly. His hand slipped from her waist to slide across her buttocks and Petra sucked in a soft breath. His head dropped closer, she rose on her tiptoes, and finally…his lips found hers.

 Her heart leapt in her chest. Her lungs filled with his essence and her hands skimmed hungrily across his exposed skin. Petra’s fingers slid over his smooth, hot flesh as if memorizing him with her touch. She opened her lips and his tongue speared through, his taste searing across her senses and making her pussy tighten with need.

 All thought of weakness fled her. His touch, his taste, the feel of him against her skin, infused her with strength and hunger and a sense of ravening need. She suddenly couldn’t get close enough to him. Her hands found his perfect, round buttocks and pulled him closer. Her leg lifted to wrap around his thighs and she arched her mons against him, rubbing against the ridge of rock-hard flesh beneath his boxers.

 Littlejohn groaned against her lips, his mouth taking hers with crushing, desperate force as he deepened the kiss. A low growl throbbed in his throat and the sound sent a thrill spearing through her. Petra’s belly tightened under a wave of pure lust. She broke the kiss, grabbing his chin with one hand. “Make love to me, Ralph. Right here, right now.”

 He held her gaze for a moment, as if trying to judge the sincerity of her offer. His eyes held a fevered light. If he was uncertain about taking that next, big step he didn’t let it stop him. He inclined his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and his big hands started tugging on the flimsy silk of her panties. “I’ve wanted this for too long, Pet. It won’t be gentle or sweet.”

 She stepped out of the useless scrap and captured his sexy bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard enough to make him moan. “Good. I don’t want gentle, I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

Star: Hooboy! You weren’t kidding. That is hot. I think I just had a hot flash. (fanning self with notes) Thank you for stopping by today, Petra. I can honestly say it was a real pleasure. And I can’t wait to check out Littlejohn and the boys!

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Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.

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Hump Day Humps – Oh! Hoaley Night!


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

Other books in the series:

A Hoale Lot of Trouble
Hoaley Ill-Manored
Hoaley Inexplicable

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Adam yelled through the bathroom door, “What are you doing in there?”

“You’ll see.”

He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, waiting for his chance at the sink. Dirk had been in there a suspiciously long time.

Walter’s snoring wafted through the room, originating from the jumbled comforter on the bottom bunk. It looked like Adam and Dirk would have to share the top bunk again.

His cock jumped at the thought.

The door opened and Adam pushed away from the wall. “Finally—” His words caught in his throat at the sight standing before him. Dirk was wearing his robes from the living crèche event. But the front of the robe was nicely tented, the neckline open and a wide expanse of smooth, golden skin showing beneath it.

Dirk’s sexy green gaze sparkled, the full, pouty mouth widening in a smile as Adam’s boxers bulged from the sight. “I had a little trouble getting the beard on right. Usually Camille, my makeup girl does it for me.”

Adam swallowed hard. “The beard?” Adam’s gaze lifted to Dirk’s face. “Oh yeah, that bushy brown thing on your face. I barely noticed.”

Dirk’s chuckle was deep and husky, filled with heat. “How do you think it will feel on your balls?”

Adam made a soft sound of need in his throat. “Suddenly I’m looking at the beard in a whole new light.”

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Monday Musings – The World Sleeps…or Rather Hides


I hate Thanksgiving week.

That’s a strong statement I know, but it’s true. Trying to get anything accomplished during Thanksgiving week is an exercise in sheer frustration. Electricians won’t call you back, plumbers shun you, and clients duck you like you carry the bubonic plague.  I understand that people don’t want to work on Thanksgiving or the day after. I get that. But nobody will work the other three days either. Even people who are working aren’t working.  They might be on the clock, but they’re ducking my ass…big time. It’s like they’re afraid if they talk to me I’ll somehow force them to work on Thanksgiving…

Hmm…  

No, I can’t do that. Dangit! If I had even one tenth of the magical powers my characters have, I tell ya…

But rest assured, there is one group of people who’re working this week. It’s the hardest working group I know. This group works nights, mornings, weekends, holidays. They give up sleep to work. They sacrifice family time and vacations. I’ve had no trouble communicating with my fellow authors this week. Yeah, we’re all still working while the rest of the world huddles in their desk chairs, ignoring the phone and trying to disappear while they drool on their keyboards dreaming of turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes with those cute little marshmallows, soft, sweet rolls…gulp…and pumpkin pie with whipped cream. 

Blink. What was I saying?

Oh yeah, so let this be a warning to you. Writers will one day take over the world. That’s right. 

Be afraid. Be very afraid!

 

My Sexy Saturday – Oh! Hoaley Night!


This snippet is from my brand new release, Oh! Hoaley Night!   Book 4 in my Hoale Construction Mysteries series. Enjoy!

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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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Adam groaned as Dirk slid home, his balls tapping Adam’s butt with every stroke.

Smelling of cherries from the lube, the hand on his shoulder clenched as Dirk moaned his pleasure. “I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” Dirk told him, the words husky and slightly breathless.

With his eyes closed tight and the sweet smell of cherries in his nostrils, Adam was transported back fifteen years, to that first time he and Dirk had done “it” together. Dirk’s words were no doubt meant to recapture that time for Adam. It was exactly what Dirk had told him that night as they’d moved together in the dark, taking care to stay quiet behind the locked door of his bedroom, and worried that the sound of his bunk bed creaking would alert Adam’s parents.

Adam remembered every sound, every smell, every feeling he’d experienced that night.

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Adam Hoale Dishes Dirt!


Today I’m excited for the chance to interview Adam Hoale, the sexy hero of my fun Hoale Construction Mysteries series. So grab yourself a cup of hot coffee and some warm donuts and let’s get started!

First off, I’ve got to ask about the name thing. A. Hoale? Really?

I know, right? Do you have any idea how much I’ve been teased about that name? Even now, as a thirty-five year old man I’m still getting razzed about it by the dunderheads I work with. (shakes head). Sometimes I think having my parents saddle me with that name was the beginning of all my problems with them. As soon as I was old enough to realize what they’d done to me I started seeing them in a different light. But to be fair, my dad’s an A. Hoale too. hehehe

Some might say it was actually character building. 

Yeah. Some might. But not anybody I’d want to hang with. (arches eyebrow)

Yes, well…On we go. Describe yourself in four words.

Gay, snarky, sexy as hell…oh, sorry, that’s 5 words. Add rebel to the list. hehehe

What do you do for a living?

I run a construction company that specializes in flipping properties. What does that mean, you ask? It means we buy and rehabilitate old homes and businesses and resell them.

Boxers, briefs, or commando?

I’d like to say I go commando, because I think guys reading that would find it sexy. But I’m afraid I’m a boxer guy. My boys need a house!

Do you sometimes want to strangle your writer? Thrash her to within an inch of her life? Make her do the stupid crap she makes you do?

Absolutely! I mean, who creates a dog that has to sit in a certain position the whole time he’s riding in the car and has poop stress? That’s just sick.  And what’s with getting me clonked over the head all the time, or trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey? Damn irritating let me tell you. But that said, at least Declan gave me Dirk. He’s so sexy and he really makes my blood heat when he’s close. Yeah, we have our problems, but I’ve loved him since those first tenuous gropes beneath the bleachers in High School and I’ll probably always love him.

I understand you have a new book coming out this month. Can you tell us what that’s all about?

Sure. It’s a doozie. Oh! Hoaley Night! is a Christmas novella–the first novella in the Hoale Construction Mystery series. In this book, Adam travels to the small town where he and Dirk grew up, to spend Christmas with his parents. He’s really not looking forward to the visit, despite the fact he hasn’t seen his parents in a year. Adam and his dad haven’t always seen eye to eye. But shortly after he arrives, Adam realizes he has bigger problem…when a dead guy turns up in the manger for the living creche and all evidence points to Adam’s dad as the killer. Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer.  A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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Monday Musings – Watching Characters Evolve


No, this isn’t an article for authors about how to “grow” your characters in a series. This is about enjoying the evolution of your favorite characters as a reader. That’s really at the heart of serialized reading, isn’t it? It’s the reason we enjoy reading a series, or watching one on TV. We enjoy the process of getting to know a character better with each episode…watching them turn from unknown entities to virtual friends (or enemies!). It’s a journey of connection, not to a flesh and blood person, but to something almost more powerful, an idealized image of a flesh and blood person. When that ideal gains depth…humanity…it’s a truly engaging reading experience…because every detail added to their personality brings them more and more off the pages and into the reader’s heart and home.

This concept is on my mind right now because I’m about to release the first Christmas novella for my popular Hoale Construction Mystery series. In Oh! Hoaley Night!, the main characters reach a new level of understanding about themselves and the people they care about, and it changes them in measurable ways. Along with a great mystery to solve, the reader gets a glimpse into Adam’s life, the things that shaped him into the man he is today, and subsequently has a front row seat to watch Adam grow as a person, a lover, and a son.  As a bonus, we also get to witness Adam and Dirk’s relationship deepening, as they return to the place where it all began for them and face old insecurities and new revelations. Adam and Dirk emerge from the pages of this book more human…more sympathetic… because they’ve faced some hard truths about themselves and learned to hold onto each other when things get tough. It was an enlightening book to write and I hope it will be a fascinating book to read. We’ll find out in a few days, as Oh! Hoaley Night! releases on November 22nd!

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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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Monday Musings – Short White Woman Basketball


No, this isn’t a racist diatribe about white women. Nor is it a short-ist hate rant. This is a recounting of my weekend. #:0) This last weekend my mom, sisters, and our daughters got together to celebrate the birthday of one of my sisters. We’ll use any excuse to have a girl’s weekend and, this week, it was the birthday. I won’t tell you how old she is but I’ll just say that it’s one of those birthdays you don’t usually celebrate. So our goal for the time we spent together was to laugh, eat a lot, and just have fun. I’m happy to announce that we succeeded on all counts. But the culmination of the weekend was probably the most fun of all. It was a game of tackle basketball on my half court. Yes, you heard me right. Tackle basketball.

We’re a slightly competitive family.

When we moved into the house I didn’t really pay much attention to the half basketball court, or the net that was set at kiddy height (perfect for a bunch of short women!). I’m not really into basketball…at least not to watch it on tv. But I have to say I really enjoyed playing it. Even if we bent…er…okay slashed the rules into a million tiny pieces.  The game of short white woman basketball didn’t start out completely unhinged. But like everything this group does it quickly went the way of a rugby scrum or a football pileup on a short fourth down run. We tried it the civilized way first by playing Horse. We changed the name and goal to Sixty (I’m not going to say why…) instead of Horse but we quickly realized my youngest would be 60 before we got that many letters so we changed it to Old instead. Yeah, that’s how badly we sucked. That part of the event was tame, safe, and boring. So in that way we do, we decided to up the stakes a bit. We picked teams to play a real game of basketball – 4 v 3. I was on the three side and we were seriously kicking ass for a while, but then the bad guys decided to play even dirtier than we were and the game degenerated quickly.

Thank god there wasn’t video.

Elbows were thrown, choke holds ensued, and even the Great Dane got involved with a few buttocks pinches. I saw stars when the ball was passed into my face. My sister jammed her finger and took an elbow to the nose in one play, and my youngest had her pinky nail ripped off down past the quick. (She grabbed a bandaid and was right back in there leaping up to block passes within minutes. (I was so proud). We carefully protected my eighty-three year old mother, but she threw a few shoulders of her own in the battle. I don’t think we’ve ever laughed quite that hard before. We did indeed verify that white women cannot jump. But we can certainly smash, strangle, and hang monkey-like from the competition’s back if necessary. And when push comes to shove (literally) we can take a beating and keep on ticking.

But most of all, we learned that when we’re together nothing is out of the question. And everything is up for grabs. Because, after all, we’re building memories we’ll cherish for the rest of our lives.

However, being with us on a girl’s weekend is definitely not for the faint of heart!