I’m over at Greta’s place today, talking about what to do when you realize–yep, you’re in love with a demon.  🙂

Come on my for a chance to win an autographed copy of MIDNIGHT’S MASTER.  And don’t forget–different authors are posting each day in Greta’s Week of Demons…so keep checking out her site for more posts and more chances to win prizes!

Winner Announcement!  Congrats to Sara!! You’re this week’s Old School Giveaway winner!

My apologies on the late posting. The husband was gone camping for the last 5 days and when he came back today, things got a bit off track. But, I am here with the Nora Old School giveaway!  This is what is up for grabs right now:

And I know the picture isn’t super clear, so here is what I’d love to give to a good home:

Silhouette Romance #143 Song of the West (published in 1982)

Silhouette Romance #163 Search for Love (published in 1982)

Silhouette Romance #199 From this Day (published in 1983)

Silhouette Romance #280 Sullivan’s Woman (published in 1984)

Silhouette Romance #299 Less of a Stranger (published in 1984)

Silhouette Special Editor #583 Taming Natasha (published in in 1990)

These are very old school Nora, so if you’re a fan of her early titles or if you’d just like to get these to add to your collection, please leave a comment.  If there is only one comment, that person wins! If there are more comments, then I will pick one winner at random and that one winner gets all 6 titles.  I’ll announce the winner tomorrow after 6 p.m.

Greta is running a Week of Demons over at her blog. Lots of great guest blog posts and prizes!!  Go by and check it out! I’ll be guest posting tomorrow and giving away a copy of MIDNIGHT’S MASTER.  Today, the fabulous Jaci Burton is kicking off the demon fun!

I’ll be back later with some book talk…and another oldies giveway (today is Nora day!).

Starting next Saturday, you’ll be seeing something new here at the old blog…

I’ll be participating with a group of diverse authors to bring you tastes of our work.  Each Saturday will focus on a different theme or topic. I’ll post an excerpt to match that theme, then I’ll link to all the other authors so you can check out their excerpts, too. Different stories, different voices, different takes on the same theme.

Thanks so much to the fabulous Lauren Dane for thinking of this fun idea–and for including me in her Saturday Snippets!

Happy Friday!! Hope everyone has some great weekend plans!

BookMom has posted a review of my upcoming release, MIDNIGHT’S MASTER (thank you, BookMom!). If you get a chance, check it out!  It’s not very long at all now until Niol’s story hits the shelves.

I also thought I’d include another teaser excerpt from MIDNIGHT’S MASTER today. Yes, the excerpt below does contain adult material and, if you haven’t read MIDNIGHT SINS, well, there are some spoilers in here from that book, too.  So you’ve been warned!

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Unedited Excerpt from MIDNIGHT’S MASTER (Kensington Brava, July 2009)

“You think…” Holly began slowly, then stopped and swallowed.  “You think you can threaten to fuck my mind…then try and fuck me?”

He didn’t speak. What would he have said?

“No.  I’m not one of your demon wannabe sluts, Niol.  I don’t want to jump you in the dark so that I can have the thrill of saying I screwed a monster.”

Hit.  The reporter obviously understood more than she’d pretended about the human women who came to his bar.

“I don’t want to play—”

“Yes, Holly, you do.”  Her heart still pounded too fast, her nipples were still pebbled, and her cheeks were flushed—all from hunger.

Need. For him.

“I’m not going to play.”  Her hand dropped. “I’m going to do my job—and find out what happened to Carl.  With, or without your help.”

He stared at her.  Such a shame.  They would have been good together. The sex, well, it would have been pretty phenomenal. All that fire she had—oh, yeah, phe-nomenal.

Pity.  Niol shook his head.  “Sorry, love, it’s going to be ‘without.’”  And then he did the only thing he could do.

He turned around and walked away from her.   As he stalked toward the SUV, he felt her eyes on him.  His hand lifted, reached for the door.

“Niol.”

Oh, but the woman’s voice could get to him.  It was the soft huskiness when she said his name.  Like a stroke right over his groin.  But he didn’t look at her.  Niol opened the door.

“You have to care.”  Her voice sharpened. “You play the bastard, but Carl, he was little more than a kid, and one of yours.  You have to care—”

The laughter escaped then.  He just couldn’t help it.  He stepped back and glanced over at her.  “Have you forgotten so soon, sweet?  The incubus who took you that night—he was one of my kind, too—and I burned him,” the fire had been so beautiful, “from the inside out.”

She flinched.

His lips were twisted in a smile that he knew could chill.  “I kill my kind.” The incubus hadn’t been the first, and he wouldn’t be the last.  “I don’t go out on a damn crusade to save them…or any humans who are dumb enough to get involved in a world they can’t understand.”

“You’re a cold bastard, Niol.”

So he’d been told.

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