Monday, April 30, 2007
Also, I learned that if you haven't been using Foxfire, the blogger text has been messed up. I think that's the big problem, so I'm trying out Explorer today. I hope this looks better....
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Finally—here’s another installment of my New York adventure!
Saturday was all conference day. Yes, I had been planning to skip out on the later workshops to see a matinee, but I realized that I was starting to take these Broadway shows for granted—that I wasn’t really appreciating them as much as I could because I was saturating myself in them. So I decided to be All Conference Girl. And since it was the last official day, I didn’t go to a Saturday night show, either, opting instead to actually spend time with other writers at dinner. Imagine that.
But when Sunday came and most of the other writers left for the airport, it was all about New York again.
My friend and fellow writer, Mary Leo, stayed behind, too, and even though the weather was a tad rainy, we decided to go out anyway. Water does not make a human melt, after all.
We took the subway over to a vintage store near Central Park. I had visited this place before, and I had found a super cute skull-and-crossbones pirate tank there. And…what do you know! I found a couple of tops that were cut to fit me really, really well. Sweet. (I think the store is called Alan & Suzie’s—and you wouldn’t believe the mint clothes they have. Vintage Valentino, etc. I was afraid to touch some of the stuff.)
Then, Mary and I stumbled upon a great little tapas joint a few doors down. I didn’t record the name, though I did note the directions in my guide book so I can return. My methods are sloppy yet effective.
Afterward, we scrammed to a 7:30 showing of THE 25th ANNUAL PUTNAM COUNTY SPELLING BEE. Totally laughed our butts off. Seriously. The show works on the conceit of the cast: adults who are portraying brainy and ultra-sensitive fifth graders in a—what else?—spelling bee. Were you all ever in one of these monstrosities? My spelling bee was probably the most nerve-wracking experience of my young life, and I truly don’t even like to think about it. But this show poked fun at the competitions while remaining heartfelt. All the “kids” are way more perceptive than any adults, of course, and their individual songs were clever and biting and adorable, if not forgettable in the tune department. The theater was small and had seating that surrounded three-fourths of the stage, thus assuring that there wasn’t a bad seat in the house. Also, the show makes good use of people plucked out of the audience previous to the performance (and you can see an example of this in the following clip when the "surprise cast member" comes on stage). In total, it felt like a community experience, where the whole audience is in on every joke with the kid actors. Loved it.
Here’s a clip from the Tony Awards so you guys can get a hint of what fun I had. (Mind you, the visual quality stinks. Sorry.)
Afterward, Mary and I got back to the hotel in time to collapse and watch BROTHERS AND SISTERS. I have grown to adore that show.
Next and final New York adventure: SPRING AWAKENING, a racy and somewhat disturbing new musical that has taken the critics by storm. But how did the audience react…?
Monday, April 23, 2007
Anyway, a pretty good return. Good to see everyone again. Some observations as the show progressed, as always:
* Okay, who thought for even a second that Claire wasn't Mystique?
* So Linderman is the Corpse Whisperer?
* Love how HRG is Matt's mental puppeteer. I can hang with HRG's newly formed justice trio; truthfully, HRG makes whoever he's with interesting.
* And...we come to the terrible scene that served as a hiatus cliffhanger: Mohinder making like a bloody Spider-boy on the ceiling and Peter getting his bangs shaved via cranium surgery. But, wait. Does Peter still have his bangs or am I not seeing this clearly? Confused.
* BTW, so good to see Mohinder being useful, but we'll get back to that pretty soon.
* So Granny Petrelli is an Old School Hero, too? She's not merely a facilitator?
* We so knew that Dead Peter wouldn't last a full episode. Yay!
* Finally, everyone is heading to New York, just like in THE STAND! But without the civilization-threatening disease part. (Just a sidebar: I could not put that book down. Same with SWAN SONG by Robert McCammon. If you haven't read either of them, please do yourself a favor and seek them out. Awesome, awesome storytelling.)
* I think Mystique enjoys her job way too much.
* Mohinder, Mohinder--do not become stupid again. Tell Eric Roberts to stick it where the sun don't shine.
* (weep) Isaac's fated moment arrives. RIP? Or will Hiro save his day by screwing with time?
* Ando says, "I'm confused," and I answer, "Buddy, you're not alone."
* Please have there be a rockin' swordfight between Present Hiro and Future Hiro next week.
Did you guys like the return of our show?
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Here's the second of my two July covers. This is for my Special Edition release, THE PLAYBOY TAKES A WIFE.
Right now, I'm writing what could be considered a "sequel" to this, since it features the hero's alpha tycoon brother. However, this new book, MOMMY AND THE MILLIONAIRE, is book one in its own miniseries, The Suds Club. (It centers around people who gather, urban tribe-like, in a Laundromat to meet, greet, and fall in love.) Some of you who liked the Kane's Crossing books from a few years ago will be happy to know that heroine of MOMMY hails from that small Kentucky town, even though she's moved across the country to Placid Valley, California, instead.
Have an excellent weekend, you all! I know I will, because I'm finishing my rough draft. Then it's on to a Blaze proposal!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Which started at 7:30 am Friday morning.
Let me tell you first off that I did not make it out of bed by that time. No, because, you see, I was busy going to the theater and staying up past normal "school night" hours. I hadn't even caught up on my sleep, and I kept thinking that 7:30 am sounded way too much like 4:30am Pacific Time, so sleep I did. However, by the time I got down to the conference, I was in time for Sue Grimshaw's presentation about Borders and what they're buying. Afterward, a variety of editors shared their wisdom, too.
Then...lunch time! But instead of going to a restaurant, I decided to be antisocial and visit a few more bookstores. Luckily, one of them was right next door to a Dean & Delucca, so I grabbed a salad, a pizza bread, and the most lascivious cupcake you ever did see. It was "red velvet" with so much frosting that, if I'd hopped onto it, I would've bounced to the ceiling.
When I got back to the conference, I was beat. I almost fell asleep during a presentation, which is rude, so I slumped back to the hotel room and grabbed a nap.
Then..theater time! (Do you get the feeling that this was more of a theater vacation than anything? It wasn't, mind you, but I sure made it a priority.)
Tonight, we saw THE PIRATE QUEEN, which comes from the creative forces behind LES MISERABLES and RIVERDANCE. Focusing on Grace O'Malley, who reallywas a female pirate, it covers her struggle to gain respect for both herself and her people, as well as her fued with Queen Elizabeth I. The show was still in previews when I saw it, so I'm totally special.
Here's a clip from THE VIEW, spotlighting a few different songs:
You'll notice the saucy Irish tunes and dancing. I really liked those parts. The singers were in great voice, as well, and there are some Queen Elizabeth-centered set pieces and costumes that are breathtaking. However, I can't say I was swept away by the show. As Simon Cowell would bitch, "It was adequate." Which isn't a bad comment. It just didn't move me very much, though the "woman in a man's world" theme was interesting. Oddly enough, none of the songs stuck with me, either, and I found that curious, due to the show's pedigree. I can't tell you how many songs from LES MIZ were instantly memorable and touching. (Yes, I know--some highbrow theater people don't like LES MIZ. I don't care. I love me my MIZ!!!)
You might've noticed, though, that the male lead is a bit hot, and that's important.
Next installment: THE 25th ANNUAL PUTNAM COUNTY SPELLING BEE. And thanks to my realization that this stuff is accessible on YouTube, there'll be another clip!
Have a great weekend (and four more days 'til HEROES, my friends).
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
After forcing myself to experience the quite-decent fitness room at the Millennium Broadway Hotel, I shrugged off some lingering jet lag. Then Judy Duarte (my critique partner and friend) and I went to lunch with our Silhouette editor, Susan Litman. We met her at the office, which is housed in the Woolworth Building. Can you imagine going to work in a beautiful, historic building every day? Maybe it gets old--I don't know. At any rate, we got to see Gail Chasen, our Special Edition senior editor, plus Mary-Theresa Hussey, too. A very nice reunion.
Susan took us to the Blue Fish Grill off of Union Square, and it was delish. What I remember most was the carrot cake, which was unlike any carrot cake I've ever had. First of all, it came with a butterscotch sauce. Second of all, I liked this carrot cake. And since Susan and I are pop culture junkies, we talked a lot about things such as LOST and BROTHERS AND SISTERS. We also covered war stories about writing, which was fun. Whenever you have an editor to yourself, it's cool to pick their brains. You also have to leave those stories at the table and be discreet so they'll tell you more the next time.
After lunch, Judy braved the subway on her own, and I set about flitting around New York to sign NIGHT RISING at different book stores. I think I visited three that day, and I covered a lot of ground. (Over the coming days, I would visit more book stores, too. I'm trying to make it a point to do this wherever I travel. It takes a heck of a lot of time out of the day, but I've discovered that talking to book sellers one-on-one provides a lot of valuable information about what's selling and what I can do to make my present books sell. Cool that I just now discovered this secret, huh?)
That night, the PASIC conference kicked off with a reception at a Chinese restaurant that provided dim sum. YUM! But even more important than my always-grumbling stomach was the forty or so agents and editors in attendance. The room was chock-full of them, and after getting a rum and coke in hand, I started working it, meeting new authors, greeting the ones I already knew, and even declaring a mission to finally introduce myself to Sue Grimshaw, who is the romance buyer for Borders Group. Though she doesn't deal so much with category (like my SSEs or Blazes) or pure urban fantasy (NIGHT RISING), I thought it might be smart to pick her brain, too. She's very involved with romantic single titles and started to get me thinking about that writing route (Ack! More story ideas! I'm already booked into late 2008 with deadlines!). We also discussed the future of book trailers, especially as they relate to the upcoming Borders book buying site, plus the demise of Bombshell. It was an excellent conversation, and I was proud of myself for completing my mission for the night. Believe it or not, I'm a bit shy in social settings and I have to really suck it up to approach someone.
At the tail end of the reception, Sylvia Mendoza and her roommate Lilliana talked about rushing out to see a show, even though it was 7pm. We all decided to go for it, hopping into a cab and heading for the TKTS booth. When we got there we were surprised to find that THE COLOR PURPLE had some really good seats left, so we grabbed those tix and made a mad dash for the theater, which was at least five blocks away. Sylvia took off her pumps and we hoofed it, getting there on time to our seats in row K. Nice!!!
I wasn't sure what to expect, and I found out that Fantasia from AMERICAN IDOL hadn't started her run as Celie yet, so I had no major expectations. But, you all, if you make it to New York and see a show, you should seek out this one. Celie's character arc is wonderful to behold--from timid mouse to roaring lionheart--and the story retained all of its emotion and humor from the movie (I haven't read the book.). We saw the understudy performing Celie, and she ruled. The songs got straight to the heart of what the characters were feeling while moving the story ahead, as well. And most of the tunes were catchy, too. At the end, when there's a reunion of two long-suffering characters, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. In fact, two rows behind us, a woman started bawling and then laughing because she was so embarrassed about her loud sobbing.
Dog tired, we went back to the hotel, ready for the start of the conference tomorrow. And we had tickets to a preview of THE PIRATE QUEEN, as well....
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Do you guys like it? I do. A lot, even though the cover hero doesn't resemble the book hero in the least, LOL. Still, this guy is hot, and I'm not going to complain about that.
Next blog, I'll be resuming my New York experience....
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Now, on to it....
When I arrived, it was seventy degrees, and I was not wearing wispy spring clothing, friends. But I was prepared to layer, so it wasn't a tragedy. I had the pleasure of waiting fifty minutes for my luggage in the bowels of the JFK baggage claim building, where there were pigeons flying around. You heard me. Pigeons--big rats that stare at you with barely contained curiosity and rage.
Then Supershuttle picked me up and, naturally, we stopped at every hotel in the city before mine. I didn't mind a grand tour though. It's interesting and scary as hell to witness New York traffic in action. I was soon reacquainted with the language of beeping: there's a difference between an "I'm here, be advised" beep and "You *&^^%$$%^*" beep. Also, suprisingly enough, I didn't see any cars running red lights. And the drivers? Totally accepting of the high stress factor. I will never drive in New York.
I met my friends at the Millennium Broadway Hotel, which is right in Times Square, very central. I was starving, having eaten snacky food in coach while most of my friends had flown first-class as a treat. (Wenches. :) ) We were pointed in the direction of a restaurant across the street--Osteria Al Doge--which not only had great food, but a drill-instructor waitress. Welcome to the big city!
My buddy, Sylvia Mendoza (journalist and novelist of the most awesome kind), and I had some limoncello and were the only ones with enough energy to engage in some after-dinner escapading. As a starter, I forced her to go to the Blue Fin bar at the W Hotel, where I happen to know of a certain cocktail that pleases me to no end. It's called--yup--"the Blue Fin," and consists of Hypnotique, vodka, white cranberry juice, and a gummy fish. But our bartender didn't have gummy fish. And the cocktail was watery. Still, a good time was had and we ended up staying there for a few more hours.
I slept well.
The next day, I had the honor of meeting my Ace editor, Ginjer Buchanan, for the first time face to face. When I saw all the STAR WARS stuff in her office, I knew we'd get along really well. (She's been to Skywalker Ranch, you all!!!) She was kind enough to give me a tour of the office, and I got to meet all the wonderful people who put effort and time into shaping and selling my books. (Thank you, everyone! You're the best!) That's when I got to see my new cover, too--for MIDNIGHT REIGN (2/08). As I told you in a previous blog, I love it. I'm awaiting the jpeg so I can show you, too.
Afterward, Ginjer took me to lunch at the Blue Ribbon Bakery, which is actually a lovely restaurant with a downstairs section that reminded me of Savannah, with its brick walls and dim lantern-like lighting. I had a fabulous cheese plate. Excellent food and company.
By now, I was feeling like Queen of the Subway, so I bid Ginjer farewell and took off to the hotel to meet my buds. We ventured onto the subway to Union Square, where I had made reservations at Lady Mendl's for tea.
It was an awesome service--one of the best I've had outside England. If you guys are in New York, I highly recommend it. It's in a sedate, gorgeous B&B and has the feel of an Edith Wharton story. You get, like, five courses (salad, sandwiches, various and delicious goodies), plus a big selection of teas. I had Lavender Mint and was in fits of ecstasy the whole time.
Afterward, a few of us decided to brave the TKTS line in Times Square to see if we could get into a show. (If you don't know, TKTS is a clearinghouse for leftover, discounted tickets. It's across from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST right now because they're renovating the normal ticketbooth.) We got our hands on SPAMALOT tix and dashed to the nearby theater. (BTW, that's something I love about New York and London. You're walking along the street and you trip over theaters. It's so awesome.)
We had a somewhat obstructed view from the top level--oh, well--but SPAMALOT was hilarious. I haven't seen MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL, but I'm not utterly clueless, so I was familiar with what was going on. You can't watch TV without ever having witnessed clips from the movie that this musical is based on. And if you've ever heard tales of King Arthur and the Lady of the Lake and Lancelot and Galahad, etc., etc., you'll be familiar with all the stories that this musical pokes fun at. Sure, it's totally silly, but you can't help getting into the spirit of things. The songs are simple, and it's the comedic lyrics that matter--not the tunes themselves. The music isn't the point of the production anyway. However, I did find myself walking out of the theater whistling "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life." Whistling is a part of that song, so that made it easy.
All the big stars who originated the stage roles had deserted the production by this point. People like Tim Curry, Hank Azaria, David Hyde Pierce, and Sara Ramirez, who now plays Callie on GREY'S ANATOMY. But the actors were more than up to the task. Great comic timing. I almost ROFLOL during the French taunting scene. And the conceit of the Laker Girls was too funny.
Basically, SPAMALOT was short and sweet, not an epic production by any means, but definitely a clever, fun time.
Next blog: the adventures continue with THE COLOR PURPLE.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Before I finally get to the New York stuff, I have one more subject to blog about, and I want to do it before the Weinstein Brothers get a hold of this movie and chop it up.
In case you haven’t heard, GRINDHOUSE, the brainchild of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino, hit theaters over Easter weekend. It took in about half the money the studio was expecting (a $12 million take), so the suits are freaking out and threatening to release this movie in two segments since the running time is over three hours. Good idea?
I don’t think so.
See, GRINDHOUSE is an experience, not just a movie. It’s a throwback to a night at the drive-in, with funky “Coming Soon” music and tie-dye visuals introducing schlocky trailers. It’s a double feature with gore, action aplenty, and more gore. Serrating it is not the point here, though I understand that the studio is looking for a profit. They’re a business. But GRINDHOUSE shouldn’t be messed with.
(MINOR SPOILERS AHOY—BEST BE ON THE LOOKOUT)
Let me explain. I haven’t experienced any grindhouse movies, unless you count barely formed memories of sitting in the lowered back seat of a station wagon while my mom and dad told me and my brother to get to sleep as they watched BLUEBEARD. (That turned out not to be a good idea. I remember my mom panicking and covering my eyes at one point, LOL. Poor Mom.) As I understand it, though, the grindhouse experience consists of so-bad-it’s-good plots, boobs, damaged film, and missing reels. GRINDHOUSE has all of these in spades, and it’s fun to see all these touchstones poked at and exploited for laughs. In fact, I would recommend GRINDHOUSE for its fun quotient alone.
Cutting this movie and parceling it out totally mucks up the groove Rodriguez and Tarantino establish. So enough said about that.
Now about the movies themselves. And, be assured, these are two very different movies contained in this one release. Rodriguez starts things off with PLANET TERROR, a zombie flick with splooging blood, superhero dialogue, and so many wink-wink-nudge-nudges that we’re immediately in on the joke. The writer/director is having an awesome time, here, and we’re along for the ride. After the first five minutes, you stop expecting reality and just go with the flow. Pure, gross fun, if you’re in the mood for it—and you’d better be in the mood. Be warned about that.
Then we get to some faux movie trailers—cameos, really—by people like Rob Zombie and Eli Roth. All I can say is…Oh. My. God. Like PLANET TERROR, they’re hilarious and sick. Due to Roth’s THANKSGIVING trailer, I have now seen everything, too. There’s one moment when I actually thought, “I can’t believe I just saw that happen” and you’ll know exactly what I mean when you witness it. (You can look Thanksgiving up on Youtube.com, actually. I’m not going to link to it because I don’t want that on my conscience.) Final note about that demented THANKSGIVING moment: one guy in the theater let out the biggest, most disgusted, “OOOOOOOOOOOOO” I have ever heard in my lifetime.
Then it’s on to Tarantino’s DEATHPROOF, which stars Kurt Russell, who manages to make a serial killer kinda pathetically cute (Those dimples!!!) and pretty sympathetic. Unfortunately, this is where GRINDHOUSE grinded to a bit of a halt for me. From the shuffling and coughing in the theater, I suspect a lot of the audience felt the same way. Where PLANET TERROR was outrageous and established the spirit of a grindhouse experience with its burnt film and skipping soundtrack, DEATHPROOF seems to forget it’s on the same bill at times. What I mean is that this is definitely a more straightforward “QUENTIN TARANTINO” effort. In fact, the story is told with fairly realistic relish, with Tarantino’s characteristic riffing conversations that last twenty minutes and rely on a circling camera to add a sense of action. This relative realism gave me permission to think that some of the plot points were…well, frustrating. For instance, after a long car chase sequence—one in which the characters should be hauling ass out of the scene—they start joking around. Seriously. There’s no, “We should get going just in case Stuntman Mike speeds down the road at 120 miles per hour and rams us,” but there is a cheeky “Who was that maniac?” and the requisite smart ass observations that follow. Also, those long, hip, Tarantino conversations™? Sloooooow theeeeee mooooovie dooooown. In his others films, I found these riffs absolutely fascinating, but here? Nope. However, one thing that saved DEATHPROOF, besides Kurt Russell, was Zoe Bell, a real-life stuntwoman. She is awesome. Awesome, I say, and you’ll dig her, too. (Factoid: I studied Zoe Bell’s career during my stunt research for Vampire Babylon. I feel like I know the woman, although Bell is effervescent while Dawn is…not.) Bell drives this movie, and her stunts are up close and crazy. She steals the show.
Wow, this was long, but there’s a lot to say about this flick. I had a lot of warped fun and I’m the first to admit that I must have issues. It’s recommended if you’re of the same bent disposition.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
This is the second book in Nalini Singh’s “Psy”/shapeshifter series, and it’s a doozy. Basically, it’s about a woman called Faith who is a “Psy,” a breed who uses psychic powers ranging from foresight to telepathy and beyond. The Psy are more human machines than anything—they even gather in a community area called “the Net,” which eerily resembles an Internet of the mind. When a were-jaguar named Vaughn meets Faith, she’s drawn to his animal power, even fearful of it, since the Psy try to live without emotion. After all, feeling might drive them insane due to their sensitive natures. What follows is a heated tug-of-war as Vaughn attempts to convince Faith to defect from her society. Bonuses include hot sex and a world that is incredibly realized. The characters are well-drawn and intriguing, as well—you’re going to wish for sequels for everyone you meet. Nalini Singh really took pains to imagine this story, and it’s fascinating to become a part of the action. I’m really, really looking forward to the next book, CARESSED BY ICE, and will be perusing her backlist for the first in this series.
And…what do you know—this month’s contest on my site features VISIONS OF HEAT as part of the prize package!
But, truly, I encourage you not to wait to see if you win the contest and go right out to grab this book. You’ll be drawn into the world of the Psy, too.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Two things for you to explore today:
First, here’s another interview, this one by Peach Publishing. She asked some questions that vary from the norm, so I really had to think about a couple of the answers….
Second, here’s a book trailer from Jenna Black, whom I met at the PASIC conference. Jenna also writes vampires, and I can’t wait to check out her first book, too: WATCHERS IN THE NIGHT.
Have a great weekend, and I promise I’m getting closer to blogging about New York, LOL.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I'm still catching up on posts, so enjoy these before we get down to the nitty-gritty of The New York Trip....
PARALLEL SEDUCTION by Deidre Knight
Signet, April 3, 2007
The author of Parallel Attraction unleashes the next novel in a series about an alternate world, where treachery can destroy the strongest of allies, the most loyal of friendships, and the fiercest of passions...
Warrior Jake Tierny travels back in time to stop a traitor in his beloved king's camp. But when a twist of fate proves the mission unnecessary, Jake is trapped in a time not his own, with friends who cannot learn his true identity.
Scott Dillon may be the king's trusted lieutenant, but he is also a man at war with himself, a human hybrid who refuses to succumb to the Antousian nature he abhors-and that Jake Tierny embodies.
FBI linguist Hope Harper refuses to let near-blindness keep her from joining the Refarians in their war to defend mankind. Yet her sizzling attraction to both Scott and Jake, and the strange memories they share, force all three to question the core of their beliefs. As their enemies surround them, Hope knows she must choose one man for all time.
ABOUT DEIDRE KNIGHT
Deidre Knight is president of The Knight Agency, which she founded in 1996. Since that time, she has grown the agency to national prominence, landing authors on every major bestseller list. Deidre began her writing career at age nine, when her award-winning essay on Barbie was published in her hometown newspaper, the Atlanta Journal and Constitution. She has been writing in one form or another ever since. After nearly a decade of working with Knight Agency clients, helping them discover their creative potential, her fiction debut with NAL in 2006 marks the fulfillment of her own lifelong writing dream. She is excited to embark on yet another new and fulfilling creative journey.
There’s never a dull moment in this terrific series! – Romantic Times (4 stars)
I was on the edge of my chair with each and every turn of the page with this one. I hate that it ended because now I want more of the story. Each book becomes more and more fascinating and raises more questions. It is my fervent hope that talented Deidre Knight has many more Parallel stories coming! – Kathy Boswell, The Best Reviews
Just when I thought this was the end, Ms. Knight threw a curve in the story resulting in the upcoming PARALLEL DESIRE (October 2007). This series is filled with heart-pounding action, plot twists, passion and great steamy romance. I was hooked from the first book in this series, and I can't wait until October. – Jory Reedy, Fresh Fiction
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Hey--I'm back! I'll be blogging about my New York trip, with an emphasis on theater, very soon. But now's the time for exploring some great new Out of the Blogosphere books that are on tour...and on the bookshelf. :) Here's one of them now....
SIGHT UNSEEN by Samantha Graves
Warner Books; April 1 2007
Raven Callahan doesn’t do it for the money. She does it for the thrills. As a consultant for API, an art recover company, she gets to steal—legally. But when her colleague is kidnapped during an assignment, Raven is forced to steal a priceless master painting to save his life.
David “Dax” Maddox was the perfect street cop—until a botched burglary raid cost his partner his life and Dax his ability to see color. Now, with his world gray, Dax has only one mission: to take down the murderer. And he’ll use anyone—even a sexy thief with questionable ethics—to get justice.
Soon Dax and Raven are forced together as pawns in a madman’s scheme. From the heart of Cuba to the New York art world, they find themselves in a race against time to stop the ultimate revenge.
Samantha Graves turned a lifelong love of daydreaming into writing fiction. Under the name of C.J. Barry, she is the award-winning author of the UN-Forgettable Futuristic romance series. She now brings her unique blend of high adventure, sizzling romance, mystery and humor to her first contemporary romantic suspense.
4 ½ Stars & a Top Pick “This fast-paced adventure provides all the action, romance and thrills a reader could ask for. " - Romantic Times magazine
Five Stars "I found myself hooked from page one!" - Huntress Reviews
"Tightly woven and suspenseful...will keep readers riveted." - The Road to Romance
"A refreshing paranormal romantic suspense thriller." - Harriet Klausner
Five Angels & a Recommended Read "Fun, exciting and at times heart-wrenching." - Fallen Angel Reviews