Thank you for having me, Ginger! I’m just getting going in this wonderful publishing world, and I really hope that your readers will enjoy “Consensual.”

Today I am welcoming a neighbor to my West, Mike Faricy. He has a great new book out! Leave a comment, ask a question, or tell us your favorite detective either in books or TV, and be entered to win one of 2 ecopies of Last Shot: Case 6 that Mike is giving away. Don’t forget to put your email in your comment. Contest ends December 8 at midnight Central time.

Hi Ginger, Thanks for letting me go on, and on, and on about my books. I write books of no redeeming social value. My books are in the crime fiction genre, theoretically written with a sense of humor and even some romance. I just released my thirteenth book, Last Shot: Case 6. It’s the sixth book in my Dev Haskell series. Dev Haskell is an army vet and a private investigator with an eye for the ladies. He’s also a back slapping, well intentioned, wrong guessing guy who on more than one occasion makes a bad choice. Whether it’s his latest love interest or trailing a suspect, he’s known to not always make the proper decision.

I’ve always been a voracious reader, ever since I was a little boy and my folks would take us to the library every week to pick out books. From that early point I began to write, although I think the first thing I wrote was probably on the wall and no doubt I was sent to my room. I still read a lot and I seem to inhale everything available from a specific author before I move on to the next one. Although I enjoy all the books I noticed a lot of the work dealt with an ex-special forces type who just wanted to be left alone, but some bad guy pushed too hard and now the hero is coming back with a vengeance and taking no prisoners.

My work isn’t quite like that. If you’re looking for a tale where international terrorists are stopped in their tracks, a government coup is discovered or bankers are conspiring to destroy the economy that’s not the sort of thing I deal with. No one is parachuting onto the roof of the flaming White House to save the nation. The situations my characters find themselves in are usually due to their own bad decisions. But then, bad decisions make for interesting tales. In the broad social pool my characters inhabit a level somewhere below polite society. We all know people like this, we just wisely like to keep them at arms length still, we are curious.

All my books are set in Minnesota, the Dev Haskell series is set in St.   Paul. The places Dev goes to, the streets he drives on, the operating hours of establishments are all the real deal. He frequents a local establishment called The Spot bar. The place is a real local bar, a neighborhood tavern if you will. Someone once described it as a biker bar which surprised me because I’ve never seen a motorcycle there. The guy explained it was a biker bar because everyone had lost their drivers license and they all have to ride bicycles. That might be a little far fetched, maybe, but it’s the sort of place that attends to the business at hand and the business is drinking.

Dev hangs out at The Spot, actually it’s more like a second home. More than once he’s had to take the back streets in an effort to avoid the police. A few times he’s left his car there and maybe hopped a ride from some misguided damsel. He often makes the mistake of drinking and dialing then gets a variety of recorded messages that says his number has been blocked or some woman ignores her caller id and ends up telling him to never, ever call her again.

I try not to dwell on the local scene too much, but I always hear from people who’ve been in town and they recognize a street or a building I describe. Dev meets with various individuals at a local coffee shop, Nina’s. He’s usually late by the way, morning isn’t his best time of day. Various restaurants, our court house, of course the Mississippi river all play a part in my writing. I also take to heart the comments I receive from fans. My fifth book in the Dev Haskell series is entitled Tutti Frutti. I had received a number of comments from fans, and one woman summed up all the comments nicely. She emailed me and said that she really liked the series, but that Dev always seems to end up with ‘a young, beautiful, well endowed woman and well, that’s not me anymore’. That got me thinking and in Tutti Frutti Dev ends up with a woman about twelve years older than he is. She maybe doesn’t quite have the figure she used to have and as a friend once told me, ‘What was the pride of my youth is now just a feat of engineering’. But, she wears him out, without going into detail let’s just say he finds it impossible to keep up with her and he has difficulty fulfilling her needs.

My latest release in the series is entitled Last Shot; Case 6. I should stop here and mention that I had a couple of book signings recently and I was amazed at how many people wanted to know first if I had a series and then, what was the order in the series. I have a standard response and tell folks the books are all stand alone, they can be read in any order. That didn’t seem to really matter. They wanted to read the series and they wanted to start with the first book in the series. Based on that, we’ve just redone or are in the process of redoing all the covers for the Dev Haskell series. So, the most recent release, Last Shot; Case 6 is identified as the sixth in the series. Yeah, I know, it sounds so basic and I was clueless…no surprise.

I’m currently working on a new series, I can’t really say a lot about it except that it is set in St.   Paul. The first book is entitled Corridor Man. I plan to release the first two books in the series around June of 2014. These tales are going to be a bit darker than the Dev Haskell work, but I think you’ll enjoy them. Once they’re released I’m back to writing the next book in the Dev Haskell series. I’m also putting together a trilogy of three of my stand alone titles, Chow for Now, Merlot and End of the Line. The trilogy will be available in e-format in February 2014.

On a more personal note I should mention that my wife and I have a long distance relationship. I live in St. Paul and she lives in Dublin, Ireland. We travel back and forth so I’m in Dublin maybe six months out of the year, over the course of the year. It’s actually great for me because all our social life in Dublin is through her contacts. That translates to ‘no one ever phones me’ which means I get up in the morning and start tapping on the keyboard. I don’t work off an outline so at the end of the day no one is more surprised than me as to what has occurred. Then, about the time I’ve finished the chores on my ‘Honey Do’ list I suddenly find myself in the Dublin airport with my luggage. Actually it works out very well, she has always been a hundred percent supportive and a hundred and ten percent patient.

Thanks so much for slogging this far through my rambling on and on. Please check out my latest book, Last Shot: Case 6 on Amazon; http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=Last+shot+by+mike+faricy

You can email me at Mikefaricyauthor@gmail.com or connect with me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/mikefaricyauthor

Many thanks, enjoy the holiday season and hoping we all have a great 2014.

Hi Ginger,

Thank you so much for having me guest on your blog.

I’d like to tell your readers a little bit about the Cynn Cruor Bloodline, my paranormal romance series under with Beau Coup Publishing.

There’s an on-going war between two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor.

The Cynn Cruor want to live in harmony with the human race.

The Scatha Cruor want to enslave them.

Rapture at Midnight is the story of how Finn met Eirene and how he vows to keep her safe when the Cynn Cruors’ nemesis, Dac Valerian has Eirene in his crosshairs.

Excerpt:

Finn’s chest constricted with an unfamiliar emotion. The desire to please Eirene and see her happy replaced the need to simply slake his lust. There was a fissure on the wall he had built around his heart, allowing a ray of tenderness for the woman beneath him to shine through. He intensified the kiss and at the same time thrust hard into her. She cried out against his mouth, her breath harsh and staccato like. Finn moved, in and out, swiveling his pelvis against hers. Eirene lifted her hips, her head falling back in ecstasy. She made small sounds every time Finn’s pelvis moved against hers with quick thrusts.

Finn looked down at Eirene’s body, from her breasts and puckered nipples down to her stomach and her trimmed mound. Her entire body was flushed with the aura of intense arousal. He groaned when her channel clamped around his cock. Eirene’s breasts quivered faster and faster as Finn thrust harder and deeper, eliciting deeper moans and cries from her. He leaned over to latch onto Eirene’s exposed neck. He kissed and licked until he gently sucked the skin over her pulse, bringing the vein into sharp relief. He sucked hard without using his fangs.

“Yes!” Eirene turned her head giving him her neck.

The taste of her blood filled Finn’s mind, exploding through his neurons.

Along with her taste came an astounding piece of knowledge.

Eirene was a Cynn Cruor mate.

The question now was whether she was his. His scent needed to be on her when a Cynn Cruor brethren smelled her. It was a scent undetectable by a purely human nose. If he marked her, then whether she accepted it or not, she belonged to him. She was his mate.

The taste of her salty, sweet skin drove him wilder. He knelt on both knees as he covered Eirene’s body with his. Finn held on to her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster. He groaned as his balls tightened, slapping against her backside. Eirene’s cries came in puffs of ecstasy until she screamed her climax. Her weeping sex throbbed and gripped Finn’s manhood in a snug vice, milking him as he went in and out until he growled and finally shouted his release against Eirene’s neck, calling out her name. His seed spurted into her womb, bathing and warming it. His heartbeat pounded inside his ribcage, the warmth of their coupling spreading through him like the fire in a forge. He held himself up over Eirene with both his arms braced beside her head. He was about to withdraw from her when she placed her hands on his hips.

“Please don’t go,” she said softly. “Not yet.”

Finn let his forehead dip against Eirene’s even as she lifted her mouth for a long and sensual kiss. Eirene’s arms crept under his arms and over his back. By the Ancients, he loved the way her hands smoothed over his sweat-slicked skin. He felt her racing heart slowly turn to a semblance of normalcy as his own heartbeat thrummed back to a slower pace.

Forever at Midnight, continues where Rapture at Midnight left off. For Roarke Hamilton, burying his mate Deanna five hundred years before almost undid him. Now after the assault on Dac’s club, he can’t believe that she’s alive. Forever at Midnight is Roarke and Deanna’s story, their heartbreak, their coming together, and the danger they have to face to be one again for all eternity.

Excerpt:

Soon, Roarke ended the kiss. Deanna gloried at the pleasure she felt when gold flecks materialized against his pupils. She touched the sides of his eyes.

“I missed seeing those,” she whispered before cupping his face. He turned to kiss her palm. She sighed. “If only for tonight, make love to me again, Roarke. Make love to me so I can forget.”

She saw emotion flit through his eyes before it was gone. Her heart was in her throat, afraid he would refuse. Then his head bent down.

He kissed her again, but this time it was soft and tender, even while his hand was wreaking havoc with her body. Her clit throbbed when he rolled her hardened nipples with his thumb and forefinger before palming her globes lovingly. She closed her eyes, giving in to the moment, her breath coming out in moans and gasps. Then her mouth opened in a silent cry, feeling his tongue flick and suck on her breasts again. She lost all coherent thought, holding on to his shoulders. Lust thundered through her, lighting her up like a fireball.

Roarke scooped her up and walked through the French doors and into the warmth of the loft. With her face against his neck, she inhaled deeply before flicking her tongue and sucking on the pulse at the base of his throat.

“Where?” he growled, his desire unsuppressed.

Mutely, Deanna pointed to the stairs which led to her bedroom. Instead of using the stairs, Roarke catapulted them to the open room’s landing with one jump.

There wouldn’t be any recriminations tonight. This moment would be for knowing each other’s bodies again. To make up for all the lost time.

Both Rapture at Midnight and Forever at Midnight are available in Kindle and paperback versions:

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About Isobelle:

Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks.  Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist.  Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations:  the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins.  Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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