Another day…another excerpt for you! Angels Series, Angel Of Mercy

Hello…I’m Kathy Clark, author.  Welcome back to my blog site.

Some of you may remember me from long ago…like last century…when traditional publishers such Harlequin published my romance novels and printed them on paper and sold them through bookstores! No?  Maybe you have purchased one of my more recent novels that were released in 2012 and 2013.  No doubt my over 3 million in sales worldwide in paperback were one measure and one cause of the popularity of my new books.  And yes, they’re digital and trade paperback.

Today, I write my Romantic Suspense series, Denver After Dark under my name Kathy Clark and the young adult mystery series, CUL8RTM [See you later] under the pseudonym of Bob Kat.  CUL8RTM is co-written with my husband Bob Wernly.  Starting this fall, the New Adult Romantic Suspense series, Scandals, will be under Kathy Clark.

I am going to take space in this blog to publish excerpts from my romance novel back list to provide as they say, a deeper cut, into the stories beyond the samples provided by Amazon.  I did this last weekend at the virtual eBook Fair and I got great feedback to do more of this. So I will.  Readers rule!

Thank you for stopping…each blog post will have-

  • The summary of the featured book
  • The excerpt from that book
  • A summary of my recent books
  • All the links needed  to find additional information including how to order any of the books

Best wishes,

Kathy Clark

Bob Kat tile

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What do you do when the choice you made was the wrong one? During the war, Jeff Hawkins’s tenderness had been nurse Angela’s sanctuary from the horrors of Vietnam, and his passion had been their salvation.

But Jeff had been wounded long before a bullet brought him to the EVAC hospital. Fearless, with nothing to lose, Jeff was the kind of soldier to whom they awarded Purple Hearts . . . posthumously.

Years later, when he encountered Angela again at a veterans’ reunion, she could no longer pretend that the madness of war had triggered their brief, all-consuming alliance.

Could they have a second chance? Or had she forfeited any claim to Jeff’s love when she did the unforgivable . . . married his best friend? Not all wounds are visible . . . and not all wounds can be healed by the soft touch of a nurse’s hands. But Angela knew he was worth fighting for . . . and Jeff was tired of fighting.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This book burst full blown from a dream. I loved writing every word and had a great time picking the perfect songs to open each chapter. ASCAP wouldn’t let me use the words without paying a gazillion dollars in royalties, so I chose titles that would invoke the mood and atmosphere of each chapter that followed. Angela and Hawk were such wonderful, but heart-breaking characters. He was a great hero, and she was the perfect person to help him heal. This was the final book in the ANGEL trilogy, with KISSED BY AN ANGEL and PHANTOM ANGEL preceding it. I lived with them for years, and I will truly miss having them in my daily thoughts.

AWARDS: Winner of the “ROMANTIC TIMES” Reviewer’s Choice Award for Series Romance.

Finalist in the Romance Writers of America Golden Choice Award.

EXCERPT

She felt his hands loosen their hold, but he didn’t release her. Nor did his expression of skepticism and disapproval change.

“Craig wanted the same things out of life as I did,” she went on. “He had plans to attend law school and he knew where he was going and what he wanted out of life.” She gave a mirthless chuckle. “Which is funny, because I thought I did, too.”

“Did your life turn out like you planned?”

“Does anyone’s?”

“Mine didn’t.”

“Yours turned out better,” she pointed out.

“I was lucky,” he repeated. “I got a second chance when I needed it the most.”

“Your guardian angel must have had to work awfully hard. Who would have guessed you’d end up here, at the top of the world as a country rancher?”

“There are a few things I wish that angel would have done differently,” he commented with a tinge of regret. His hands slid up and down her arms in an unconsciously sensual caress.

The emotionally charged atmosphere in the room had undergone a subtle change. Angela noticed the nearness of her body to Jeff’s had become intimate rather than comforting. From the blue flames that leaped to life in his eyes, she could tell that Jeff had suddenly realized the same thing. But he didn’t move away.

“You and I had some good times together. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you, rushing over and pushing me back into bed. I couldn’t see your eyes, but I heard your voice and I smelled your perfume.” He breathed an almost wistful sigh. “From then on, I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know when you were standing next to me. To this day, I can walk past a perfume counter and pick it out.” He leaned closer, and drew in an experimental breath. “You don’t wear it anymore.”

Angela was caught off guard by his confession. “No, I’ve changed perfumes several times since then. It was sort of an extravagance to wear perfume to the hospital, but the men told me they liked to smell something fresh and feminine for a change. Wind Song was very popular in the sixties, but I haven’t worn it in years. I didn’t even realize they still sold it. I’m surprised that you remembered.”

“I remembered,” he confirmed, his voice growing husky. Threading his fingers through her hair, he added, “I also remember how soft your hair was and how it used to tickle my chin when we danced.” He lifted a thick strand and let it trickle into place. “You’ve let it grow. I like it longer.”

Angela wasn’t certain how the conversation had turned in such a disturbing direction. She hadn’t been comfortable with the previous discussion, but it hadn’t caused her heart to race. Her hands curved around the back of his neck, her fingers tunneling through the hair that curled over the collar of his shirt. “Thanks. Yours is longer, too,” she commented. “The last time I saw you, you barely had enough hair to comb.”

“You know what else I remember?” he persisted, letting the palm of one of his hands cup her cheek, drawing her face closer to his.

“No, what?” she answered in a breathy whisper, knowing he was going to kiss her. The words “second chance” kept repeating in her mind, keeping rhythm with the increased tempo of her heartbeat.

His lips were so near, she could feel the gentle brush of them against hers as he said, “I remember how sweet you tasted, and the little sounds you made when we made love. And I remember thinking my luck had changed when that VC bullet sent me to the hospital and into the tender loving care of a beautiful angel of mercy.”

Angela repeated weakly, “We were both just kids …” His mouth moved across hers tenderly, teasingly. “And we were living with life and death every day …” The tip of his tongue outlined her lips, leaving a moist, heated trail. “Things weren’t real …”

One hand still curled around the back of her head, offering it the support her neck seemed strangely incapable of providing at the moment, while his other hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her against him.

“Tell me again that you cared about me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her mouth.

Her body was pressed to his, intimately molding the softness of her curves against his hard contours from thigh to chest. His desire was evident, and its boldness intensified the ache that was building within her. For several seconds, his lips silenced hers with a kiss so urgent and hungry that her legs almost buckled beneath her.

“Tell me you thought about me at least a couple of times in the past few years,” he insisted in a low, almost taunting tone. But the slight tremble in his voice told her that in spite of his attempt to minimize her response, her answer was very important to him. It was almost as if he was holding his breath, waiting, wanting, needing to know that at least one person would have been sorry if he had died.

“Yes,” she breathed, anxious for him to kiss her again. “You were very special to me. I wanted you to get well, but I hated that you would recover and be sent out again instead of going home to safety.” His face was so close she couldn’t see him clearly, but his sexy, masculine scent filled the parts of her senses that weren’t already drugged by his provocative barrage. His tactics had broken down her defenses, leaving her eagerly waiting for the final charge.

“But did you forget me the minute you left ‘Nam?” he inquired with urgent persistence.

Her arms tightened around his neck and she heard him groan at the pleasure of her breasts rubbing against him. “I could never forget you,” she assured him. “Even after Craig told me you were dead, you were always in my thoughts.”

“Well, I, for one, am glad he was wrong.”

She glanced over his shoulder at the lengthening shadows outside the windows. Unable to hide her disappointment and regret, she sighed. “It’s getting dark. I suppose we’re going to have to leave soon or we won’t make it back tonight.”

“We could stay.”

I hope you enjoyed this sample from my book.  All of my romance novels are available individually as eBooks on amazon and they have also been republished as Romance Collections with similar books in their original full length and unabridged.  The Romance Collections are at a reduced price and available by going to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

Here are a few important links for your use.  Have a great rest of your day.  Again…thanks for stopping.

My author’s website is at http://www.nightwriter93.com

To order any book on Amazon go to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

To contact me my email address is info@nightwriter93.com

Recent books:

AFTER MIDNIGHT REVISED

Romantic Suspense series:           After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense      Book #1

What started as a routine contact stop turned into a brutal double homicide.  Hooker to lover or low-life to no-life. It’s all in his hands.

OMG eBook 3

Young Adult Mystery series:          OMG, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery      Book #1

Albert Einstein said about time travel “People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

BRB eBook Cover 2

Young Adult Mystery series:         BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery     Book #2

It’s difficult to investigate a crime that hasn’t happened yet.

 

Life's What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

Life’s What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

New Adult Romance:                   LIFE’S WHAT HAPPENS

How did one night change over a million lives of new adults forever?

TUTORIAL: OMG = Oh My God, BRB = BE Right Back

All four books are available on Amazon at http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

Additional details on the CUL8RTM time travel series is at http://www.cul8rseries.com

 

2013 Awards

After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for suspense

Finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  for young adult [9/1 final decision]

OMG, A C CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for young adult

Finalist in the Beverly Hills Book 2013 Awards for young adult

BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery

Named finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  [9/1 final decision]

Life’s What Happens

Finalist in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for literature

TUTORIAL: BION =Believe It Or Not

CURRENT PROJECTS

BION eBook 1

BION, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery [Bob Kat]

Estimate a July 28, 2013 release

Cries In The Night, a Denver After Dark Suspense [Kathy Clark]

Estimate a October 1, 2013 release

Scandals, a New Adult Romantic Suspense [Kathy Clark]

Set in Austin, Texas

Estimate a December 1, 2013 release

Check the progress on this blog or Kathy’s website at http://www.nightwriter93.com

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After Midnight, A Denver After Dark Suspense…A free excerpt, an oldie but a goodie from late 2012!

Hello…I’m Kathy Clark, author.  Welcome back to my blog site.

Some of you may remember me from long ago…like last century…when traditional publishers such Harlequin published my romance novels and printed them on paper and sold them through bookstores!   No?  Maybe you have purchased one of my more recent novels that were released in 2012 and 2013.  No doubt my over 3 million in sales worldwide in paperback were one measure and one cause of the popularity of my new books.  And yes, they’re in digital and trade paperback.

Today, I write my Romantic Suspense series, Denver After Dark under my name Kathy Clark and the young adult mystery series, CUL8RTM [See you later] under the pseudonym of Bob Kat.  CUL8RTM is co-written with my husband Bob Wernly.  Starting this fall, the New Adult Romantic Suspense series, Scandals, will be under Kathy Clark.

I am going to take space in this blog to publish excerpts from my romance novel back list to provide as they say, a deeper cut, into the stories beyond the samples provided by Amazon.  I did this last weekend at the virtual eBook Fair and I got great feedback to do more of this. So I will.  Readers rule!

Thank you for stopping…each blog post will have-

  • The summary of the featured book
  • The excerpt from that book
  • A summary of my recent books
  • All the links needed  to find additional information including how to order any of the books

Best wishes,

Kathy Clark for Myself and the Bob Kat team

Kathy Square

 

AFTER MIDNIGHT REVISED

SUMMARY

What started as a routine contact stop turned into a brutal double homicide. Officer Sam Morgan had worked for the Denver PD for five years, most of which were spent patrolling the streets around the State Capitol. He’s seen his share of druggies, dealers and hookers, but since some of them were his best sources, he normally wasn’t quick to arrest them. On a hot June Saturday night, Sam was sharing his patrol car with a ridealong, which could be a blessing or a curse. Things went smoothly until they came face-to-face with a hooker and her pimp. Suddenly, the pimp pulled a gun, and after exchanged gunfire, the other police officer and the pimp were both dead and Sam was seriously wounded. The ridealong had saved the day by retrieving a dropped pistol and shooting the pimp before he can get a fatal shot at Sam. In the confusion, the prostitute disappeared into the night. Kate, the hooker, tries to convince Sam, as he recovers from his wounds that she isn’t a really a prostitute, but he doesn’t believe her. She tells him she’s an actress, hired by the dead pimp to be on the streets that night for the filming of a TV show. As the weeks pass and it becomes clear that someone is out to either frighten her enough to leave Denver or to kill her, Sam begins to believe her story. Joining together, the cop and the actress uncover many inconsistencies and even more suspects. Along the way, they also discover a sexual attraction that quickly turns into even more than either of them had bargained for. As they get closer to the truth, the threat escalates until Kate finds herself fighting for her life. It’s up to Sam to save her, but will he be in time?

EXCERPT of After Midnight

Hours later, she was safely ensconced back in her apartment.  The play had gone well and the drive home uneventful, even though her heart had pounded every time headlights speeded up behind her.  But none of them had belonged to a dirty pickup truck and none of them had lingered behind her any longer than it had taken to pass her.

It wasn’t until she was waiting for her soup to heat in the pan on the stove that she glanced at her cell phone and saw that she had a missed call from yesterday.  From Sam.  She selected voice mail and listened with a growing smile.

“Just thought I’d see how you were doing.  Give me a call when you get this message.  Oh, this is Sam.”

As if she wouldn’t recognize his voice.  She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was not quite midnight.  Would he still be up?  Did it make her sound too eager if she called him now?  But a whole day had passed.  Surely, that would make it seem like she had kind of blown him off.  But that thought, too, alarmed her.  She didn’t want him to think she was pathetically waiting for his call, but she didn’t want him to believe she didn’t care either.

Oh, just call him.  She hit the redial, vowing to let it ring only three times.  If he didn’t answer then, she would . . .

“Where the hell have you been?” his voice was rough and angry.  Or was it concern?  It caught her off guard.

“Excuse me.  Was I supposed to check in with you?” she asked.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, then Sam continued in a much different tone.  “Hey, I’m sorry.  That was a little stronger than I meant it to be.  When I couldn’t get in touch with you . . . well, I was worried.”

“About me?”  She tried not to sound as delighted as she felt.

“Yeah, about you.  So, sue me.”

She could hear the smile bouncing along the air waves and into her ear.  “My phone’s battery ran down.  I just saw that I missed your call.”

“Busy day?”

“Crazy night.”  She hesitated for a moment, not sure she wanted to get into the whole truck and crashing incident.

“Oh?”

Simple question, but she could hear the flatness in his tone as if he was forcing neutrality.  Was that a hint of jealousy?  That possibility excited her, but it also pushed her into a decision to share last night’s terror with him rather than to have him think something that was totally wrong.

“Someone tried to run me off the road last night.”

Instantly his voice changed, and all hint of humor disappeared.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little shaken.  But my poor car is several inches shorter.”  She turned off the stove and settled on the couch, then went through the whole evening from the first terrifying moment to the forgotten cell phone in her car, and her eagerness to get to the safe zone of her apartment.

“So Brian just happened to be there?”

“He said he had just dropped his girlfriend off at her apartment.  I know it sounds weird, but he drives a white Camry or Corolla or some kind of Toyota.  I don’t recognize cars all that well.  But it definitely wasn’t a pickup truck.”

“Did you call the police?”

“No, now wait . .  . before you get all Mister Cop on me, there was nothing I could tell them about the truck, and he was long gone.”

“They can check for paint transfer, look at traffic cameras and a half dozen other things.  What is it with you and cops?”

She honestly hadn’t thought about any of those things.  “I guess I screwed up.  I just wanted to get home.”

“You could have called me.”  He sounded almost hurt.

“I wanted to,” she admitted softly.  “But I just didn’t know if I should.”

“Why the hell not?”

Kate winced.  Should she admit that she had been disappointed that he hadn’t called her?  Did it make her sound all needy and clingy if she told him that she had hoped there was more to their relationship than cop/witness?  “I just didn’t know if . . . you would be interested.  It was way out of your district.”

She heard him sigh.

“Kate, I am definitely interested.  I thought you knew that.”

“But you didn’t call.”

“Neither did you.”

“But you’re the guy.”

“What is this, 1950?”  He was silent for a few seconds before continuing, “I didn’t want you to think I was pushing you or taking advantage of your trauma.”

“Why do I feel like I’m in junior high?”  Telling him all about last night had brought on a fresh wave of anxiety, but now she could feel a different type of excitement stir inside her.  She smiled and stretched out on the couch with her back nestled in the corner.  “I didn’t do junior high well.”

“Oh, come on, you were probably one of those hot cheerleaders who had all the boys hanging around your locker.”

“Well, I admit I was a cheerleader, but I was really shy back then.  I hardly dated at all.  How about you?  I’ll bet you were a jock.”

“I played a little football and baseball,” he admitted.

She could hear the creak of leather, and she guessed he, too, was settling back and enjoying the conversation as much as she was.

“And dated the cheerleaders?” she prompted.

“One or two,” he admitted.

“I’ve heard stories about cops.”

He chuckled.  “Yeah, they’re probably all true.”

“So, how many women are you juggling right now?” she teased, but realized she was holding her breath, waiting for his response.

“Nah, I’m more of a one-at-a-time guy.”

“I would have thought the girls would be all over you now.  Handsome cop with his arm in a sling.  Oh, and that sexy shaved area over your ear.”

There was a pause, then he asked, his tone light, “You think I’m handsome?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I haven’t actually seen you for a few days, so my memory’s fading fast.”

He laughed out loud.  “That’s easy to fix.  Why don’t I meet you between shows again tomorrow, then I can follow you home in case that truck shows up again?”

“You can sit through the play again?”

“Are you in it?”

“Of course.”

“Then I want to see it again.  And again.  And again.”  His voice was husky with promise.

Kate closed her eyes and smiled.  “You’re either a real fan or a glutton for punishment.”

“You might say I’m a big fan.”

“Okay, it’s a date.”

“Just curious, but where do you live?”

“You don’t already know?” she teased.  “I thought cops had access to all that.”

“We do, if you were a suspect.  We don’t usually run investigations on our girlfriends.”

That little junior high tingle shot through her again.  Girlfriend!  Okay, so he had said it as a plural, but she only heard it as it referred to her.  “My apartment is in the Newcastle Hotel on the corner of Colfax and Grant.  Do you know where that is?”

“Are you kidding?  I go there about three times a week.  Shootings. Overdoses.  Stabbings.  Good God, woman.  That place is a shithole.”

“It’s cheap, and I can’t afford to be picky.”

“Well, keep your doors and windows locked.”

“You’re going all cop on me again.”

“I’m just trying to keep you alive.  And lady, you’re turning this into quite a challenge.”

I hope you enjoyed this sample from my book.  All of my romance novels are available individually as eBooks on amazon and they have also been republished as Romance Collections with similar books in their original full length and unabridged.  The Romance Collections are at a reduced price and available by going to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20 .

Here are a few important links for your use.  Have a great rest of your day.  Again…thanks for stopping.

My author’s website is at http://www.nightwriter93.com

To order any book on Amazon go to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

To contact me my email address is info@nightwriter93.com

Recent books:

PICTURES HERE

 

Romantic Suspense series:           After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense      Book #1

What started as a routine contact stop turned into a brutal double homicide.  Hooker to lover or low-life to no-life. It’s all in his hands.

OMG eBook 3

Young Adult Mystery series:          OMG, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery      Book #1

Albert Einstein said about time travel “People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

BRB eBook Cover 2

Young Adult Mystery series:         BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery     Book #2

It’s difficult to investigate a crime that hasn’t happened yet.

 

Life's What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

Life’s What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

New Adult Romance:                   LIFE’S WHAT HAPPENS

How did one night change over a million lives of new adults forever?

TUTORIAL: OMG = Oh My God, BRB = BE Right Back

All four books are available on Amazon at http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

Additional details on the CUL8RTM time travel series is at http://www.cul8rseries.com

 

2013 Awards

After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for suspense

Finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  for young adult [9/1 final decision]

OMG, A C CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for young adult

Finalist in the Beverly Hills Book 2013 Awards for young adult

BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery

Named finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  [9/1 final decision]

Life’s What Happens

Finalist in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for literature

TUTORIAL: BION =Believe It Or Not

CURRENT PROJECTS

BION eBook 1

BION, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery [Bob Kat]

Estimate a July 28, 2013 release

Cries In The Night, a Denver After Dark Suspense [Kathy Clark]

Estimate a October 1, 2013 release

Scandals, a New Adult Romantic Suspense [Kathy Clark]

Set in Austin, Texas

Estimate a December 1, 2013 release

Check the progress on this blog or Kathy’s website at http://www.nightwriter93.com

A Private Affair…A free excerpt

Hello…I’m Kathy Clark, author.  Welcome to my blog site.

Some of you may remember me from long ago…like last century…when traditional publishers such Harlequin published my romance novels on printed on paper and sold through bookstores!   No?  Maybe you have purchased one of my more recent novels that were released in 2012 and 2013.  No doubt my over 3 million in sales worldwide in paperback were one measure and one cause of the popularity of my new books.  And yes, they’re digital and trade paperback.

Today, I write my Romantic Suspense series, Denver After Dark under my name Kathy Clark and the young adult mystery series, CUL8RTM [See you later] under the pseudonym of Bob Kat.  CUL8RTM is co-written with my husband Bob Wernly.  Starting this fall, the New Adult Romantic Suspense series, Scandals, will be under Kathy Clark.

I am going to take space in this blog to publish excerpts from my romance novel back list to provide as they say, a deeper cut, into the stories beyond the samples provided by Amazon.  I did this last weekend at the virtual eBook Fair and I got great feedback to do more of this. So I will.  Readers rule!

Thank you for stopping…each blog post will have-

  • The summary of the featured book
  • The excerpt from that book
  • A summary of my recent books
  • All the links needed  to find additional information including how to order any of the books

Best wishes,

Kathy Clark

Kathy Clark and With co-Writer

 

 

Here is A Private Affair

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SUMMARY 

A private investigator out to collect divorce evidence becomes more and more attracted to her unsuspecting prey. Kelly McClain is hired to get the “goods” on wandering husband, Adam Davis. Although the attraction is immediate for both of them, Kelly is fighting both professional and personal battles. She doesn’t get involved with clients or subjects under investigation . . . and definitely not married men. In this romantic comedy set against the steamy tropical backdrop of Orlando and DisneyWorld, Kelly must struggle against this handsome cheater’s considerable charms while trying to do her job and keep her integrity. 

EXCERPT

This assignment had been distasteful from the start, and now she was going to meet, face-to-face, the cheating louse whose wife had hired Kelly to get incriminating photographs that might bring the man to his senses so he could change his ways before he lost his lovely family. Whatever the results, Kelly’s appointed task was just beyond the door, and it was time for her to get it over with as painlessly as possible.

Gently she eased the door open, her left hand tightening around the camera in preparation for whatever sight would meet her. A king-size bed dominated the room, but it showed no signs of recent use. The blue velvet spread had been folded invitingly back to reveal four plump, uncreased white-cased pillows. A pair of tan slacks were tossed carelessly across the foot of the bed, and two dark brown shoes peeked out from beneath the spread’s edge. A trail of abandoned socks, a crumpled shirt, and brief, hot pink jockey shorts led the way to the bathroom where the sounds of spraying water and a passable male baritone gurgling “As Time Goes By” told her that the unsuspecting couple were still enjoying their shower.

Kelly couldn’t suppress a grimace of repulsion. It was going to take more than a degree in criminology and. many years of on-the-job experience before she would be able to witness a bedroom scene with any amount of detachment, much less a bathroom orgy. She was beginning to feel more than a little nauseous, probably from a bad case of nerves that was getting worse by the second. Her job would have been a lot quicker and easier if the errant couple had been in bed where they were supposed to be, instead of in the shower like two depraved ducks

She just couldn’t force herself to confront them in the bathroom. She had heard about the bizarre things some couples did in showers, and for a woman who had rarely shared her bathroom with anyone for reasons more personal than brushing her teeth, this was above and beyond the call of duty. She decided not to crowd the small private room any more than it already was.

Instead her gaze continued to sweep the room, efficiently cataloging its contents. Her eyes touched on the open suitcase that sat partially unpacked on the luggage rack, on a massive provincial dresser whose top was littered with the assorted contents of the man’s pockets, and in front of a television set that was either showing an old black-and-white movie or needed to have the color adjusted.

But something about her observation began to bother her. There seemed to be a glaring absence of feminine apparel. Had the woman been so over-whelmed with the man’s charms that she hadn’t even taken time to undress before taking the plunge? As Kelly’s fertile mind expanded on this theory, the sound of running water in the shower stopped, and several minutes later one member of her dedicated surveillance opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

A large fluffy bath towel covered his head, completely hiding his face as he briskly rubbed his hair. Kelly’s shocked, but interested, gaze was automatically drawn lower as she admired a pair of broad, well-muscled shoulders and a brawny chest liberally dusted with dark brown hair that followed a slender line down the middle of his flat abdomen before it spread once again around the intimate masculine area that was only partially revealed by the titillating, vigorous dancing of the towel’s ends. Only the teasing points of the oversize cloth as they dipped and weaved made an attempt to hide any part of the man’s magnificently nude anatomy as he continued drying his hair, temporarily unaware that he had an audience. Kelly watched with the perverse fascination of a snake charmer studying a deadly cobra as the towel twitched back and forth, never fully exposing the man’s charms but giving every promise that it could happen at any moment.

“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?” a deep voice thundered, causing Kelly’s hazel eyes to immediately snap up to the now-uncovered face. A rosy flush of embarrassment stained her cheeks as she struggled to regain her temporarily misplaced power of speech.

Although she had seen a small photograph of Adam Davis before leaving Los Angeles and had been following him at a discreet distance for the last three days, trying to monitor his every move, she had never really gotten a close look at his face until now, and the experience was more pleasant than Kelly had expected. No wonder this man could pick and choose the women he wanted to spend time with and why his faithful wife had pitifully begged Kelly to bring back enough evidence so she could have a handle with which to hold on to her man, if her marriage could indeed be saved. Kelly’s own heart was doing uncharacteristic flip-flops as she watched the interesting play of emotions cross and change the angles and planes that made up one of the most handsome faces she had ever had the displeasure to see.

“I’m a hostess from the club, sir,” Kelly answered, fighting an inward battle with herself to remember the reason she was in this man’s hotel room. She had never felt this incredibly powerful magnetism toward any man during all of her twenty-six years, but apparently she wasn’t the only woman afflicted with this strange disease. His womanizing was, after all, the very root of the problem she had been hired to document. Maybe if he would leave some of his charm at home, he wouldn’t be tempted to spread it around so liberally. Courageously she matched him stare for stare. “The hotel has sent you this complimentary bottle of champagne.” She spoke with renewed calm as her deceptively honest expression masked the disgust she felt for this two-timer, this scum who could so casually cheat on his lovely wife. She sincerely hoped that he and his date choked on it later.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for deliveries?” he asked suspiciously as he glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nonchalantly, as if it were not at all unusual for a strange woman to witness his nude body after a shower, he slid the towel down and wrapped it securely around his waist. Oddly enough, his unsettling blue eyes had so captured her own eyes that they had not strayed from his face since he had spoken. Hearing no response from her, he continued. “Not to mention the fact that I’m leaving early in the morning and won’t have an opportunity to properly enjoy this champagne.” He stepped close enough to read the label. “The Dodgers didn’t do badly that year, but I’m afraid it wasn’t a prime one for wine,” he commented wryly before demanding, “Why didn’t the hotel send me this gift when I first arrived?”

He was standing so close to her that the tangy, clean smell of him assaulted her already vulnerable senses. “This week we’ve been very busy with four conventions.” She blurted out her preplanned explanation. “But as soon as we discovered our oversight, I was sent up here with your champagne and an apology from the management.”

“Which still doesn’t explain how you got through a locked door and into my bedroom.”

“I knocked several times, but you must have still been in the shower and couldn’t hear me,” she lied without hesitation. This was the sort of reaction she had been expecting, so her answers were ready. “I didn’t think anyone was here, so I let myself in with my master key. I was just going to put this on your dresser, then leave.”

After he had listened to her explanation he studied her silently for several minutes, his head tilted slightly to one side. Long, well-shaped fingers combed through his thick hair, which was almost black from its glossy wetness. Kelly watched, bewitched, as the expression in his light blue eyes changed from hostility to amused curiosity. They slowly and thoroughly raked her scantily clad figure, caressing each of her long bare limbs. After several nerve-racking moments, his lips curved into a captivating smile, revealing a deep masculine dimple carved into each cheek.

“It was Mark, right?” he guessed.

“Mark what?” she asked, perplexed by this new line of questioning.

“I should have known you were an actress. That was really good.” He chuckled as he congratulated her. “As you already know, it isn’t ‘Mark what,’ but ‘Mark who,’ as in Mark Cameron. He sent you here as a joke, didn’t he?” He took another step toward her.

Kelly had played “chicken” and won against the best of them, but this time she found herself retreating as quickly as he was advancing. “I don’t know anyone named Mark Cameron and haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about.” She stalled as she felt the curved edge of the dresser bite into her buttocks, effectively halting her escape.

“The game is over, so you might as well tell me the truth. Mark and I have been having this sort of contest since high school.” His voice was hypnotically smooth as he continued what he felt was an unnecessary explanation. “We are always trying to best each other’s practical jokes, and I guess he felt like he owed me one.” His hands reached out, took the forgotten urn from her weak grasp, and set it down on the dresser top. “I have to admit that at least this time his taste has improved. But maybe I shouldn’t send back his little surprise without checking it out completely. The gift wrapping is very, very nice,” His voice had deepened to a husky whisper as his index finger lightly traced the gathered edge of her plunging neckline.

Although he had barely brushed the soft hills of her bosom, a tingle of excitement raced wildly through Kelly, starting at the invisible line of his touch and spreading downward. He was much too close to her now, his height towering over her, making her five-foot six-inch frame seem short in comparison. Her mouth was open to protest, but oddly no words came out. A small noise that sounded curiously like a sigh escaped her lips just seconds before his dark head bent and his mouth captured hers, demanding full surrender. All coherent thoughts fled her befuddled brain as a wild, indescribable pain seared through her body, settling in a dull ache in the most improbable places. The staccato roar of her heart pounded in her ears as his mouth continued its sensual assault, leaving her moist lips eager for more.

One large hand supported the back of her neck as his fingers spread into the silky depths of her sienna-brown hair, which tumbled in long, loose curls well past her shoulders, while his other hand roamed in lazy circles around her back, leaving heated trails along her sensitive skin through the thin material of her blouse.

“How far did Mark pay you to go? I’m willing to up the ante if he was, as usual, a cheapskate. The one thing I would never want to pinch with you is pennies.” He breathed into her ear, and although she could tell he was teasing her, the insulting insinuation of his words jolted her back to sanity.

Kelly ducked away, trying to escape before his kisses completely clouded her sense of responsibility and morality, but his unyielding arms effectively held her against him. She leaned as far back as possible, scrambling for freedom. Her searching hand closed around the neck of the thoroughly chilled bottle of champagne, and for a fleeting moment she entertained the thought of christening his dark head, but the unexplainable urge to make love to this man rather than wound him frightened her and made her even more frantic to get away immediately.

“Here,” she gasped, thrusting the frosted bottle against his unclothed abdomen. “Have some champagne and cool off, Romeo.”

His shocked body automatically arched away from her as soon as the bottle touched his flesh, and his hands released their hold on her in a reflex to catch the champagne before it hit the floor. His breath had left him in an audible whoosh, and he could only sputter his surprise.

Kelly took advantage of his discomfort and sprinted for the door. However, she couldn’t resist one last parting shot. “You can forget the tip. This one’s on me.”

I hope you enjoyed this sample from my book.  All of my romance novels are available individually as eBooks on amazon and they have also been republished as Romance Collections with similar books in their original full length and unabridged.  The Romance Collections are at a reduced price and available by going to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

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Life's What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

Life’s What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.

Romantic Suspense series:           After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense      Book #1

What started as a routine contact stop turned into a brutal double homicide.  Hooker to lover or low-life to no-life. It’s all in his hands.

Young Adult Mystery series:          OMG, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery      Book #1

Albert Einstein said about time travel “People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

Young Adult Mystery series:         BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery     Book #2

It’s difficult to investigate a crime that hasn’t happened yet.

 

New Adult Romance:                   LIFE’S WHAT HAPPENS

How did one night change over a million lives of new adults forever?

TUTORIAL: OMG = Oh My God, BRB = BE Right Back

All four books are available on Amazon at http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20

Additional details on the CUL8RTM time travel series is at http://www.cul8rseries.com

2013 Awards

After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense 

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for suspense
Finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  for young adult [9/1 final decision

OMG, A C CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery

First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for young adult

     Finalist in the Beverly Hills Book 2013 Awards for young adult

BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery
     Named finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award  [9/1 final decision]

Life’s What Happens
Finalist in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for literature

TUTORIAL: BION =Believe It Or Not

CURRENT PROJECTS

BION eBook 1

BION, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery [Bob Kat]Estimate a July 28, 2013 release
Cries In The Night, a Denver After Dark Suspense [Kathy Clark]Estimate a October 1, 2013 release
Scandals, a New Adult Romantic Suspense [Kathy Clark]Set in Austin, Texas
Estimate a December 1, 2013 release

Check the progress on this blog or Kathy’s website at http://www.nightwriter93.com

 

New Adult Romance Genre? New Adult Genre in general.

I’m amazed at the amount of interest concerning the “New Adult” fiction genre.  Blogs, book blurbs and redefining what it means to grow up has been taking over the books and the news about the books over the past year..

It’s interesting what happens when the rules of the game change.  For example, a book about college life and romance set in 1969 -1970 and the struggles of the 20 – 22 year olds seniors about to graduate was published as a book about kids or adults depending on who’s talking and listening, and their lives in 1969 – 1970.

Viola!  Ta Da! The New Adult genre comes to town.

And I have to admit that I like it.  A lot.  This same book is much more interesting.  Yeah it’s still about the obvious –

  • Boys and girls transforming into men and women, ages 21 to 23 years old
  • College life
  • Drugs, sex and rock and roll
  • Consequences of making one decision over another

But, the emergence of the New Adult genre and the inevitable list of criteria that follows anything new as we try to understand it, the novel, Life’s What Happens, has been pushed to the forefront of interest for one reason.  It looks at what it means to be a new adult in another time.  Here’s the NA Romance “Life’s What Happens” and some insight into the book.:

ü  College life – Life’s What Happens is told in flashback and the flashback is 100% the senior year for nine fraternity brothers and  their friends.  It’s all college all the time.

ü  Moving out of your parents’ house and living alone for the first time – Most of  the characters in the Life’s What Happens story live on campus or in town and not at home and all for the first time.  What’s interesting is the character arc of those that maintain a weekend tie to their families and those that are immersed into the on-campus life.

ü  First jobs – By senior year they have studied and majored in the classes necessary for their first real job as an adult.  This criteria is part of the angst that some of the characters go through. What happens if you’re not allowed to start your career?  What will you do about it?

ü  Deciding who you want to be, career-wise, and in general. Identity issues. Existential issues. – By senior year they have made these decisions and are actively trying to make their decisions come true.

ü  First serious relationships, finding love – Anyone who has gone through college knows that it was very rare that anyone retained any opposite sex relationships by the time they reached their senior year.  In Life’s What Happens one of the nine fraternity brothers set out in their senior year to accomplish this.

ü  Sex – It’s less important that it be a “first time” as it is in YA. But the character should still be figuring stuff out. Since our readers can watch R rated movies, we can also be a little more explicit here without as much controversy. –  Because this is all about New Adults in 1969 and 1970 and despite the publicity or history of the sex in the sixties, sex then was different than sex in the 21st century especially compared to the beliefs and actions of the millennial generation, the target market to a degree of the New Adult genre.

ü  Experimentation – Sex, drugs, alcohol. Of course, not all new adults engage in experimentation, but the phrase, “I experimented with “x” in college,” is a phrase for a reason. –  Drugs were relatively segregated to some of the class of 1970 but wine, beer and hard liquor were center stage.  Even states were confused back then with the application of blue laws and 3.2 beer.  Fake IDs were a cottage industry for one purpose and that wasn’t to outsmart and outwit the TSA.

ü  Isolation – Living alone for the first time can be difficult –  Most of the characters in Life’s What Happens lived in the fraternity house where living there was more difficult to living alone.

ü  Single life – New adults often do not have life partners and families yet, so their main relationships may be with friends and boyfriends/girlfriends. –  Many stories centered around the characters living their life with their brothers and girlfriends on campus and no longer at home with family.

ü  A struggle to “find yourself” – This was the mantra of the 1960’s.  No further comment needed.  Yes there is actually.  The major plot point in the book is what happens when everyone finally is on the path to fining themselves and someone totally blocks the path.

ü  Change – Moving out, going to college, finding a job…it’s a lot of transition. –  Triple check and then add the draft road block thrown at them with a last minute Thanksgiving Eve congressional vote.   You never can say enough about Nixon.

ü  Money challenges –  Goes without saying.  In some cases in the story a temporary shortage of money and the decisions made can lead to a life time change in goals.

Don’t let the term romance and new adult fool you.  Experts today are still explaining how the book series Fifty Shades of Gray qualifies as a new adult romance but a comparison with the preceding checklist and it becomes obvious. What’s interesting is what passed for normal and beyond normal in this arena in 1969.

Here’s the book.  Enjoy!

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