Meet the Characters Blog Tour

So I mentioned participating more in blog/book tours. After all, this is a blog, and it focuses on books, right? 🙂 Today is the first day of the Meet the Characters Blog Tour. This is your opportunity to try out 6 paranormal books in one easy download.

So, come  join the fun and talk to your favorite characters on this three day blog tour event!! You will get to follow characters as they are interviewed! On the third day, join these characters on Twitter! Ask them questions! Celebrate with them! Come join the festivities!!You will get to follow characters as they are interviewed! On the third day, join these characters on Twitter! Ask them questions! Celebrate with them! Come join the festivities!!

Meet the Characters 3 Day Blog Tour!!

Volume 1 of First 5 Chapters has been released and is available for free from Smashwords and Amazon (currently listed at .99 cents but should be ‘free’ very soon).

This ebook will give you the opportunity to discover & read the first 5 chapters from 6 talented new Authors in the very popular YA – Fantasy – Paranormal genre. 

The Authors featured in this volume. 

Carolyn Hockley – Arazi Crossing
KaSonndra Leigh – When Copper Suns Fall
Patti Roberts – Paradox ~ The Angels Are Here
Mary Ting – Crossroads
Starr West – Tomorrows Child
Lenore Wolfe – The Fallen One

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On behalf of all the 6 Authors featured, I hope you enjoy the read. Your reviews and feedback are warmly welcomed and appreciated. 

*A comment here also enters you into the Mid-Month Commentator giveaway!

Tuesday Teaser: Blog Hop Sponsors

I’m afraid I’ve gotten a bit over my head with this upcoming blog hop. I just did a count and 17 titles are up for grabs, plus a reader’s choice. Wow! The quick and dirty on this blog hop.

Romancing Christmas Giveaway Hop (Dec 10-16)

The Romancing Christmas Giveaway Hop is a hop where each participating blog hosts their own giveaway and then all hosts are linked up so our followers hop between one blog to another! Sponsored by Reading Romances.

Meet the Sponsors!

DS WhiteD.S. White

Her motto: I am who I am by the graceof God

An avid reader, D.S. White is the former proprietor of an online African-American bookstore and wholesale dealership. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a back up plan for 9/11/01.

She is the divorced mother of a fabulous 21-year-old who is in her senior year at the University of Pennsylvania. D.S. White loves traveling but most of it to date has been done within the pages of a book. While planning that mother/daughter trip in the distant future, she’s tried her hand at acting, singing, dancing, modeling, cosmetology and sales.

A budding wordsmith, she has few credits to date which opened her eyes to the need for a place where writers of color could congregate, a Water Cooler, if you will. There writers of all levels of experience can find awards, contests, markets, scholarships and more, specifically geared to writers of color.

Aware of the need for reading material which accurately reflects the look and mindset of the person of color, she decided to do her part to facilitate the same. If you remember nothing else from her bio, remember that she loves God and is always happy to share what He’s done in and for her life.

Ms. Dee is offering Age is Just a Number: Adventures in Online Dating

MEET DIVINE: female, thirty-seven, slaphappy, young at heart, self-employed; an online newbie, living in New York. She is fresh out of a long-term relationship and has completed the two-year mandatory wound-licking I-hate-men mourning period. Unfortunately for Divine, someone neglected to inform her that dating has been upgraded to new millennium level. But maybe she shouldn’t worry…hemlines aren’t the only things that have gone up.Thirty-somethings are premium dating material now…at least for the twenty-year-olds…Divine’s experiences are the basis for the serial memoir I call”Age Is Just a Number,” a lens through which to view the world of online dating.

Pick up Age Is Just a Number at: Smashwords, The Book Depository, and Barnes & Nobles

Tristram La Roche

Tristram La Roche was born in London and spent much of his childhood in Europe. His career has included tourism and yacht charter, as well as a brief period working as a freelance journalist. His interests include travel, art, theatre, cinema, books, cars and current affairs, and he is passionate about the rights of the GLBT community.

Always an avid reader, Tristram turned his hand to writing relatively recently. As someone who grew up in less liberal times, he wants to help break down the barriers that still exist for GLBT citizens. His vehicle, very subtly, is his fiction.

Tristram lives between London and the North of England with his civil partner. He is always happy to hear from his readers – his email is

Mr. La Roche is offering On My Knees

Surviving on alcohol and antidepressants, Mark staggers through his unhappy marriage and watches his London architectural business head for the rocks. When another nasty argument with his wife sends him to the gym to blow off steam, a tall, dark stranger enflames a part of him he’s denied all these years, trying to convince himself he’s not “weird.” But Mark’s not weird, he’s gay. And after a taste of Attila’s lips, nothing can put that genie back in the bottle…

Pick up On My Knees at: Barnes & Nobles

And!!! Lorenzo il Magnifico

When Luke visits Florence he hopes it will be the start of a new chapter in his life. A chance meeting with a tall, handsome waiter and that chapter starts far sooner than he could ever have imagined.

Lorenzo is everything Luke has been looking for. Hot, sexy and uninhibited, he pushes buttons Luke never knew existed. But Luke lives in England, Lorenzo in Florence, and the time soon comes for them to part…

Can this holiday fling become more than just sex? Can it, in fact, turn into a magnificent romance?

Pick up Lorenzo il Magnifico at: Smashwords and Barnes & Nobles

PLUS!!! Fixed

A spin of the wheel can change everything…

Mike had it all. A business in the south of France, money, and a handsome boyfriend. But when the world’s economies nose-dived, he lost the lot—including Kurt. With nothing left, he finds himself back home in the north of England, living in a broken-down rented flat, alone.

When the boiler breaks down, the repairman turns out to be an old acquaintance—one who was never Mike’s social equal. Now Pete’s the one with money and security, his own thriving company and a collection of classic cars. Pete’s joie de vivre is impossible to resist, but how can Mike face being a kept man?

Pick up Fixed at: Barnes & Nobles

Lenore WolfeLenore Wolfe

Lenore grew up in Montana, and Alaska, and currently lives in central US. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, holds a BA in Sociology, from the University of Northern Colorado, with a minor in writing and is a student of the Shaman path

Ms. Wolfe is offering Dark Warrior

Amanda Kane has always had visions of the man she’s destined to marry–a cowboy who will help her save her ranch. But Hawk is no ordinary cowboy. He carries a powerful secret. A secret that leads to betrayed.

Pick up Dark warrior at: Smashwords and Barnes & Nobles

Elizabeth J Kolodziej

Elizabeth J Kolodziej, a young fiction writer originally from Torrance California, is a smart and original thinker who has researched the origins of vampires, werewolves, and witches for many years. She writes her books from the knowledge she has gained while trying to be as original and inspiring as possible. Her books encompass both true folklore facts along with innovative ideas motivated by the great writers around her. This book is her first, but not her last, in a new series entitled Vampyre Kisses.

Ms. Kolodziej is offering Vampyre Kisses.

Vampyre Kisses is an enthralling story about a young woman named Faith, who seems content with her life, but deep down craves more excitement. Then a mysterious man named Trent enters her world and everything changes. Surprising to Faith, Trent is a green-eyed vampire from Ireland. She is even more amazed to find out that she is a witch, and the last of her kind.

Faith learns that she is destined to restore her witch line and becomes more powerful as she gains confidence and knowledge, but danger lurks everywhere — especially when unknown assailants steal the most important gems from the vampire master and werewolf royalty.

Now surrounded by a world filled with mystifying vampires and werewolves, can Faith gain enough power to help her friends and rescue the stolen gems?

Pick up Vampyre Kisses at Barnes & Nobles, Smashwords, or The Book Depository.

Kristy K. James

All it took was the encouragement of a student teacher in a ninth grade writing class and Kristy K. James was off and running. She has been writing for more years than she’ll ever admit to, and loves every aspect of it. From creating characters who are so real that they sometimes take over the writing when they don’t like where she’s taking a story, to adding as many twists and mysteries to her plots as she can get away with.

She is the author of Reluctant Guardian, A Fine Mess, and The Stranger in my Head.

Kristy currently lives in Michigan with her family, too many pets and the occasional spider. She spends her time living in her make-believe worlds, cooking and baking up a storm, and doing her best to learn to say ‘no’ when stray animals wander into her large country yard.

Reading is one of her favorite pastimes, as is traveling around the state, especially to coastal beaches to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and gulls screeching overhead.

Ms. James is offering her latest release, Reluctant Guardian

Except for her brother, Devon O’Leary has lost everything in the world that matters to her. When the opportunity to start over arises, they travel a great distance, hoping for a better life, only to discover that all is not what it seems.

Everything Tristan Montgomery has ever wanted is finally within reach. As long as he agrees to the terms of his enemy’s will. If he declines, the prize will be lost forever. Is a dream fulfilled worth the misery it will bring?

Pick up Reluctant Guardian at Barnes & Nobles or Smashwords.

A Fine MessPLUS!!! A Fine Mess

When Annie Blake discovers a terrible secret, she must decide how far she is willing to go to protect those she loves. Surprisingly, Ian McCann proves to be more help than she ever imagined, but complicates her life even more so than it already is. What will happen when the two forge a marriage of convenience? One that defies every Christian belief that Annie holds dear?

Pick up A Fine Mess at: Smashwords

Raven Corinn CarlukRaven Corinn Carluk

Talking about myself is much harder than writing a book. You’d think a wordmistress wouldn’t have such a problem, but I do. Let me rework a flat scene any day. Simple background: I’m married, have lots of pets, still work full time, and grew up in Las Vegas. But there’s so much more to a person than that. Writing is more than just words on paper to me. It’s a passion, an incessant need, a deep-seated drive to be a storyteller. I knew I wanted to be an author as far back as high school. Writing may have taken a backseat a few times, but I finally made it. My stories have bite because I’m a little different, and like slightly different things. No shock horror here, or cheap gimmicks meant to offend, or pandering to the latest trend. My vampires love human blood, my dragons hunt people, and my elves are magical and arrogant. Romance and darkness will always go together for me. Love really can get you through anything, as I know from personal experience. My characters will always have that glimmer of new love, that bond with a soulmate, and will do anything to be with their one and only. When I’m not busy having things killed. Being deeply romantic doesn’t mean I’m not also a violent or twisted writer. Fight scenes, bloodshed, dark magic, and triumphant villains all have their places in my tales. I’ll never apologize for who I am. Sometimes abrasive and uncouth, full of contradictions and juxtaposition, I am merely who I am. And what I am is a storyteller wanting to craft new entertainments for you.

Ms. Carluk is offering three (3) copies of her anthology, Stories with Fang o,.,o

Crawling from unknown depths, these collected stories await your discovery. Fantasy, and horror, and paranormal. Vampires, and elves, and monsters. Tales of darkness and lust. Unexpected turns, rousing battles, and undying love.These tales are for those wishing to sample the other side.Also included: Keila and Varick’s first date.

Pick up Stories with Fang at: Smashwords

Ms. Carluk is also offering three (3) digital copies of Deadlands. (International giveaway)

Vanya, misunderstood and alone, is one of the few necromancers in a world sundered by chaos. Superpowers have crumbled, genetic experiments have gone wild, and people have fallen back on old ways. Few can stand against the wilderness, but she teams with a mercenary group capable of doing just that. However, members of The Last Hope don’t know her darkest secret: Vanya must find a vampire to open her to death or go insane. Prophetic dreams promise relief, and have lead her to the path of Alexander. He is everything Vanya needs and more, and she finally knows where he makes his lair; the ruins of Louisville. She just needs to cross the Deadlands to get there; hostile territory east of St Louis overrun by feral animals, genetic monstrosities, and the dreaded neospawn ghouls. Certainly not the kind of place an addicted necro wants to be alone while suffering withdrawals. Meaning she must enlist the aid of the mercenaries who are as wary of her death powers as everyone else. Can determination and The Last Hope see Vanya to her dream vampire’s arms?

Pick up Deadlands at: Barnes & Nobles or Smashwords

Steena Holmes

I’m Steena Holmes. A wife. A mother of three daughters and I live in Calgary, Alberta.

I’m a chocoholic and author. I love to read, bake, create cover designs, read and write.

I have a secret to share … I write steamy romances as Anya Winter.
Need to get a hold of me? I’d love to chat! Email me at

Follow me on twitter – @SteenaHolmes or @AnyaWinter

Ms. Holmes is offering Chocolate Reality

Not many women would be able to look on the bright side of things when they are left at standing at the front of a church, alone, in a white dress, with everyone blaming her for the groom’s cold feet. Yet that’s exactly what Wynne does. When the only comfort she could find was in the form of chocolate, Wynne decided to open her own shop, called Chocolate Blessings.

With a not-so-secret passion for chocolate, Wynne focuses all her energy on making her passion a success. Which really isn’t all that hard, think about it – what woman doesn’t like chocolate? But, despite all this, Wynne can’t ignore those sweet and utterly delectable dreams of love that refuse to go away. In her dreams, Wynne is dancing in the arms of a very strong and handsome man. But which man? Is it the one she turned away from years before out of fear, or the one who left her standing at the altar? Wynne has no sweet clue.

To the surprise of her best friends, Wynne finds herself knee-deep in planning her ex-fiancé’s engagement party. In the whirlwind that occurs, Wynne must decide which man she is still in love with – the one who walked away or the one in her dreams. Before she can let her heart trust in love again, Wynne finds herself having to face deep heart issues in regards to trusting God first.

Pick up Chocolate Reality at: Smashwords, The Book Depository, and Barnes & Nobles

Plus as Anya Winter she’s offering The Master

A semi-naked photo, taken almost ten years, almost ruins everything for Madison Pearce. With a glass of champagne in hand, Madison is about to call her recent job a success, until she is pulled her into a private room and a secret, one from her past, resurfaces.

Along with the lover, she never expected to see again…

Pick up The Master at: Amazon

AND!!! The Blindfold

Samantha thought she had the afternoon free. After a busy morning in court, her body sizzled at the idea of an afternoon of submissive sex to her Master.

Ordered to wear a blindfold, Samantha surrenders to the passionate teaching of the man who can make her body sing. Until her blindfold comes off and she’s forced to bear her punishment.

Nothing else matter to her, until an insistent knocking on the door alerts her that they aren’t as alone as she thought they were.

Pick up The Blindfold at: Smashwords and Barnes & Nobles

In addition!!! Ms. Holmes is sponsoring books by her fellow authors buddies…

Siren’s Song by D.L. Snow

After giving up fame, Joss Jones wants a normal life. Maybe she’ll find it in Bandit Creek. Or…maybe not. From the moment she moves into the old mansion she inherited, she’s stalked by a ghost who torments her before dragging her back in time to Bandit Creek, 1899. Has she gone crazy or is this old mining town, full of saloons, gambling, whoring and fortune seekers her new reality? It feels real enough as does the ghost who brought her here. His name is Morgan Hawes and he is very much alive. Is Morgan the key to Joss finding her way home or is Joss stuck for the rest of her life as the Siren of Bandit Creek?

Pick up Siren’s Song at: Smashwords and Barnes & Nobles

Death at Bandit Creek by Amy Jo Fleming

Charlotte Fraser is running away, broken-hearted. She is the new teacher in a one-room school house in Bandit Creek, Montana. The year is 1911 and she has arrived just in time to stage the annual Thanksgiving pageant but . . . when she gets there, she learns that the old school teacher, Eileen McArthur is missing. Could Charlotte be in danger too?

The young sheriff, Alec Forrest, is searching for Eileen McArthur. He gets nothing but grief from the young women in Bandit Creek, but it seems that Charlotte will be more trouble than any of the rest. And will he ever find out what happened to Eileen McArthur?

Pick up Death at Bandit Creek at: Smashwords

Benjamin JonesLast but not least, my buddy

Benjamin Jones

Benjamin Jones was born in Greeneville, TN but currently resides in Little Elm, TX with his wife, two daughters, two dogs, and one cat. Benjamin has been writing for close to 15 years while working various 9-5 jobs but, all the while, finding time to keep the writing the main priority and always trying to hone his craft.

Raised off of horror movies and seeing the recent glut of vampire books/movies/TV shows, inspired Benjamin Jones, along with illustrator Justin Taylor, to come up with the idea for H.U.B. – Humanity’s Ultimate Battle to take vampires back to the time when they weren’t focused so much towards the teen audience and instead to the time when they were feared and only wanted blood. H.U.B. Volume 1 and Volume 2: Blowback are currently available right now with H.U.B. Volume 3: The Tipping Point due to be released on 9.10.11.

Benjamin is available for convention visits/speaking engagements, print, radio and web interviews as well as guest blog postings. To schedule an interview or speaking engagement you can contact him at

Mr. Jones is offering Head above Water

When that which you’ve struggled so hard to get is taken from you, how far would you go to get it back? How much would you sacrifice for love?

Head Above Water, the new romance novel from Benjamin Jones, tells the story of Leena and Darryl, two people destined to be apert but determined to be reunited no matter the cost.

Stay tuned for buy links: Smashwords, The Book Depository, and Barnes & Nobles

Amazon or Book DepositoryBonus For Readers

Here’s your chance to get involved. In addition to the sponsors’ offerings, you’re going to help me choose what other books to offer. This is what I want from you. Head to this blog post. In the comments leave the title and author of a romance book you absolutely loved and would like others to read also. Additionally leave the title and author of a romance book you’re DYING to own. So you’re naming two books here, peeps!

When it’s time for the giveaway, only sponsored prizes and books suggested by the commentators will be a part of the giveaway. 🙂

Interested in joining the fun? Become a sponsor for the upcoming blog hops. Email me at Want to sponsor a prize? Click here to see how to get involved!

Who Art Thou Thursday: Lenore Wolfe

As you might recall, my job is to help secure as many votes as possible for my writing buddy, Lenore Wolfe, author of Doorway to the Triquetra. Next round of voting is Sunday, August 28. When the time comes, put in your vote for Doorway to the Triquetra. Today, she’s here to share a bit about herself. 🙂

Give us a brief description of a story you have hidden in your skeleton closet? And will it ever see the light of day?

I’m working on a year long site and novel about taking back my life, so all my skeletons will see the light of day.

Where do you get inspirations for your stories?

From the spirit world. I believe in a full-blown spirit world. And so playing the ‘what if’ game gets pretty interesting.

How much of you/your life do you put into your stories?

Probably quite a bit. Lots of aspects of my writing have hints of truth in them. I remember when my kids were little, my oldest son was trying to convince my younger three that there was a 3 headed snake. I took that long-long tale and wrote it into one of the tall tales the cowboys were telling, sitting around the campfire, in my western romance novel:)

Which of your characters do you relate to most?

Mira. She’s feisty. And all the women in my family are feisty and independent. My great-grandmother was an old pioneer woman, born in 1887, from Montana, who had to raise her children on her own. Strong, independent women run on both sides of my family.

Which author has inspired you the most?

I grew up with the stories of my great-grandmother’s, aunt Harriett Beecher Stowe. I have always been inspired by the realization that a story could move an entire nation.

Why did you decide to publish independently?

I realized when I first saw ereaders that we were about to completely change the way we read. They’re wonderful. You can change the size of the font if you need bigger lettering. You can carry 1000 books, an entire library, with you at once. So I knew they would revolutionize reading, and I waited for the traditional publishing houses to realize it too. Traditional publishing houses had slowly taken all the power from the author and ereaders and ebooks has given it back. Traditional publishing houses are starting to realize just how much power they have lost over the authors. And authors are only beginning to realize how much power they can take back. There are still many who believe there is a something special in having been picked up by a traditional publishing house, but the only real thing they can offer you is mass production, and in exchange for that you will still do all the work to get the world to realize your book is out there. There are benefits to both, don’t get me wrong, but if you want control over what you write, and what cover goes on your book, you’ll have to go independent. And you will have to expect to stumble around, and work very hard, for a long time, until the world knows you exist. But you will have control over your product while you do this. And you will reap all the benefits when you do, finally, succeed, and if you keep working at it, you WILL succeed.

How do you come up with your cover art?

I love art. I always have, so this is playtime for me.

What’s your favorite writing tool and why?

My IPad. It’s very effective. I can carry it anywhere, and it organizes me.

What’s the hardest part of the writing process?

Sticking to one story. I have so many rolling around in my head:)

What’s the easiest part of the writing process?

The story. I’m learning how to dig in and let the reader in on all aspects of the protagonist and other characters of my book. The readers, now, seem to love 140,000 word novels:)

With hindsight being 20/20, is there anything you would have changed with your publishing journey?

I wouldn’t have allowed life to keep me from writing. Writing is something I need to do, not just want to do. I have way too much going through my head, and it doesn’t let go of me until I write about it.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Never quit. Never, ever, quit. The only difference between those who dream, and those who do, is that the doers work very hard at their dreams–until they succeed.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on a novel called The Fallen One. He is one of the Jaguar People, but he was raised in Chicago, and he had to protect himself, and his sisters, from the gangs that would chase them down the back alleys late at night. The Jaguar People are not supposed to receive the powerful ability to shape shift until they’re old enough to handle the smell of blood, the wildness of the great cat, and the power that goes with this cat. Changing early, and using it to kill, even to protect, created a monster within him. Now, to become a better man, he must learn how to live with the monster.

She is one of the Jaguar People, too, but she was raised knowing how to work with the power, and using it to help mankind. Now, she will either be his salvation–or his downfall.

How about some quickies!

Pencil or Pen: Pen

Print or Cursive: Print

Pantser or Plotter: Plotter

Favorite Candy: Dark Chocolate

Worst habit: Being to independent.


About the Lenore Wolfe

Lenore grew up in Montana, and Alaska, and currently lives in central US. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, holds a BA in Sociology, from the University of Northern Colorado, with a minor in writing and is a student of the Shaman path.

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Teaser Tuesday: Lenore Wolfe

You might have noticed me pimping Doorway of the Triquetra this month. 🙂 Beware, I’ll be mentioning this book all throughout the month. You see folks, I’m participating in a blog hop event to secure votes for my writing buddy, Lenore Wolfe. Sunday was the first round of voting, and I sure hope you made your vote count and entered the giveaway which went along with your vote. If I’m not mistaken, next Sunday will be another round of voting plus a giveaway, so stay tuned.

Until then, Lenore Wolfe is offering a teaser. Enjoy!

When an ancient medallion is passed down to her, Mira is not happy to learn she is the next Jaguar Witch, bound by the blood of the Jaguar, to cross the doorway and learn the Way of the Stone. She must find the Doorway of the Triquetra, but each move she makes only leads her to a deeper mystery, where all of her past lives are bound–to four immortal men.

When an ancient medallion is passed down to her, Mira is not happy to learn she is the next Jaguar Witch, bound by the blood of the Jaguar, to cross the doorway and learn the Way of the Stone. She must find the Doorway of the Triquetra, but each move she makes only leads her to a deeper mystery, where all of her past lives are bound–to four immortal men.


Doorway of the Triquetra

by Lenore Wolfe

This was not happening.

Mira Levine flattened the back of her five-foot-nine, athletic frame against the outside wall of her apartment. The dumpster from down the alley smelled of the next door Mexican restaurant’s leftover food, pitched out and left to rot. Not the rot that curls the hairs of your nose, but the rot that causes the stomach to threaten to pitch its contents. Mira’s stomach clenched, but that wasn’t enough to tear her mind from what she’d just seen walking down the street—in the middle of the night—in the middle of St. Louis.

Mira took a deep breath to calm her broken senses. She flipped herself around, shaking, shoving her long, dark hair out of her face and not hesitating to press her designer-clothed front against the red bricks to take another look. Damn it! All she had wanted to do was to get a book she’d left in her car. She’d been looking forward to a calm, quiet evening—warm bath, soft pajamas, and a deep, plushy robe.

She flipped around so her back was to the wall, letting out a loud, frustrated sigh, then clapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she had done. Sneaking a peek around the corner, she checked to be sure she’d not given herself away.

She had stepped out, not paying attention, had taken the three steps down the stairs and was halfway down the walk before she’d spotted it. Then, she’d done a fast sprint back to the side of her apartment, seeing that as the closest protection. Well, it wasn’t like you saw something like that walking down the street every day.

Working up the nerve for another look, she pressed her face next to her trembling hands on the cool bricks, digging her perfect manicure into the stone until pain shot through her fingertips, forcing her to ease up. Her mind warned her not to, but Mira never was one for caution. At this moment, she needed things to make sense more than she needed caution.

Chewing on her lower lip, she peeked around the corner at the street—and fought to take another breath.

Sure enough—there it stood!

Mira shook her head, pressing her face back against the bricks, squeezing her grey-green eyes shut in the kind of denial the mind takes on when something doesn’t fit. Her brain scrambled to make sense of what she was seeing. She stood there, her body uncooperative, and fought to breathe—fought to stay standing, her knees threatening to buckle. She opened her eyes, arguing with herself not to look.

She peeked again.

There, at the end of the street, stood a full-grown, black-as-midnight, live, man-eating, jungle cat—a jaguar to judge by her heavier frame, and a female to judge by her smaller stature.

She shook her head. She wasn’t having this conversation with herself in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, in the middle of St. Louis, where that cat could not possibly be.

The cat chose to defy her careful logic by letting out a loud cry, sending shivers skittering down Mira’s spine. Fine hairs rose on her arms. She froze and told herself not to move—if she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be detected. If she wasn’t detected, she wouldn’t be eaten.

She was doing it again.

She lost the argument and peeked again, if only to convince herself this was happening—and to be sure that thing was not headed her way—which was exactly what it was doing.

The cat was heading straight for her!

For a second Mira stood there, trembling lips compressed against a scream. Then, the force of her own ramming heart propelled her into action. Glancing down the barren alley, she fought a fresh wave of panic. No doorways, or stairways, lead out. The ripe dumpster, overflowing with garbage and cardboard boxes, sat against a brick wall, and a gate stood at the end of the alley, with an overly large padlock.

She saw no place to hide, no place to climb—no place to keep her from becoming that beast’s dinner, anyway.

She peeked around the corner again, in the kind of morbid torture the mind takes when it doesn’t want to look—and can’t seem to stop, holding her hand over her hammering heart. Blood pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sound. She let out a small cry. Scrambling for the cell phone in her pocket, Mira flipped it open, punching 9-1-1 with fumbling fingers. Peeking around the corner yet again, she dropped the phone.

There, not two-feet away, stood an old woman.

“Wha-at?” she said, trying to see around her.

The cat was not there.

She turned, swinging this way like a crazed thing, bobbing; then that, trying to locate the cat. The old woman watched her, skin crinkling around wizened, old eyes in what appeared to be patient amusement.

Without looking, Mira picked up the phone and went to press the call button when the old woman’s words stopped her.

“Dear, I wouldn’t do that,” she said, not unkindly. “I mean, what are you going to say? ‘Officer there is a large jungle cat outside my place.’?”

Mira had turned for another glance down the street when something about the hag snared her attention. She stopped now, staring at the old woman’s eyes. She knew she was staring, and rudely so, but couldn’t help herself. Nothing about tonight made sense. She looked down at her phone, not seeing anything, her ears buzzing. Somewhere out in the city a horn blared.

The crone actually smiled. Mira didn’t have to look to know she was smiling. She could hear it in her words.

“Actually, it would be quite amusing,” she said, drawing Mira’s attention back to her wrinkled hands, folded in front of her long, black dress. The dress itself, falling in folds of black and silver, was interlaced with what looked like—black fur. “Ma’am, did you say, jungle cat?” she mimed. “Yes, are you deaf?” She smiled again at her own joke. “Ma’am have you had something to drink?” She laughed.

No; Mira was sure it was more of a cackle.

Mira glared at her, shutting the phone with a snap, feeling coming back into her limbs as anger coursed its way through her. She took one more look down the street, before she met the crone’s gaze.

The woman’s eyes were as yellow and metallic as the cat’s. She’d swear that, for a moment, they’d been the same shape. Black hair with two large, silver streaks fell down the crone’s back. Black fur like that interlaced into the dress, the same midnight color of the jaguar, lay twined into her hair.

“Who are you?” Mira demanded, the last dregs of her fear giving way to anger, relishing the feeling. It gave her back her control. “You frightened me half to death. Or rather…,” she gestured with an erratic jerk in the direction behind the hag, where the cat had stood. No words could explain what she needed to say. Not giving the old woman a chance to speak, even if she’d intended to—which she appeared to be in no hurry to do—Mira finally blurted out, “Where is that cat, Old Woman?” She realized she had yelled the question, but that couldn’t be helped. She was certain she was about to do a lot more than yell.

The old crone smiled.

Mira frowned. Something about this woman was strange. One moment she appeared old; and in the next—she seemed years younger. She wrestled for several long seconds with a crazy thought. No, she was not going to pile that thought onto the already bizarre things she’d witnessed this night. She tried to block it out—and failed. “Who are you?” she demanded again.

“So many questions, child.” The old woman smiled at her. “I see…”

Mira cut her off. The crone’s amusement was too much, coupled with the other strange occurrences. “You see! What do you see? That you have frightened me half to death? Or that I am, incomprehensibly, about to accuse you of being a cat! So that now, not only am I seeing things, I’m going crazy. And to top it all off, I’m doing something I find reprehensible—I’m yelling like a banshee at an old woman.” Mira knew with every word that she was back to panicking, and a panicked state was never a good state in which to be. But somewhere—between being angry with the hag and voicing the impossibility that she’d seen a large jungle cat, more-or-less accused the old woman of being that jungle cat, she’d stopped caring that she was not making sense.

The old woman stepped forward and put a hand on Mira’s arm. “Calm yourself, child.”

Mira found the gesture strangely comforting, the fear and panic melting away, giving way to an odd feeling of familiarity.

The crone’s gaze narrowed on her. “I needed to know how well you see. You have advanced nicely. You saw the cat because of this.”

Mira frowned. “You still have not told me who you are!”

“My name is Amar. I am of the Jaguar People. I have brought you a message.” She slipped her hand into her pocket and brought out a disk: an ancient-looking medallion. “And this…”

Mira reached out and accepted the disk. It felt cool beneath her fingers. She stood, tracing the ancient symbol. She had known this symbol before.

The old woman nodded as if she somehow approved.

Mira looked up at her. “I don’t understand.”

The woman turned to go. She turned back as if she had a thought. Looking at Mira, she pointed to the west. “You must go to a place that is a mile high, and so wide you cannot see the end from the tallest building there.”

Mira frowned at her. “Are you talking about Denver? Speak plainly, old woman! I mean—Amar.”

“Four await you there. They will help you find the answers you seek.”

“I don’t remember telling you I was seeking any answers.”

The old woman only smiled, as though she held some hidden secret. It irritated Mira. She looked back down at the medallion, so cool in her palm. And when she looked up—the crone was gone.

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About the Lenore Wolfe

Lenore grew up in Montana, and Alaska, and currently lives in central US. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, holds a BA in Sociology, from the University of Northern Colorado, with a minor in writing and is a student of the Shaman path.

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