New Cover Release

Coming late Fall 2012, Book II in the Midnight Moaning’s Collection.

All Lena wanted was to find her father’s killer.  

Dillon vowed to never allow his family to be hurt again. Reunited after eleven years, their friendship will be the shield to all that’s coming.

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“If you’re my Dillon,” she said, her voice thick, “what did we do at night under the loose fence board?”

“When the creek behind your house was low. I lay on the outside of your fence and quizzed you on your calculus. Some nights you talked to me, holding my hand.” He squeezed her. “You smell nice.” 

His deep voice moved over her, through her. She wanted to yield to the sound, to wallow in the ragged vibration, to immerse herself in the afterglow… but she couldn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t seen his face. Why wouldn’t he face her?

Wiping her eyes, she maneuvered in his embrace. Broad chest, hard jaw, crooked smile, a nose broken at some point, fiery green eyes, short cherry-blond hair.

“Look how beautiful you are, Lena.” Dillon breathed out, cantering his head to one side. “You’re not gonna talk to me?” 

Her voice came out in a whisper. “You’re alive.”

alive.”

Secrets left with the truth produce lies

Cora Blu's Tuesday Teaser, "Night Visit"

This is what I draw now to write by.

Thanks for sharing a moment with us. Look on Pinterest to see my first renderings of how I saw “Dagger” sketched on a piece of cardboard which translated into the first cover pic.  I stopped using that cover because not all the characters are tiger sharks and I didn’t want to give the impression they were.

If you think the next cover should show the hero in his true form, tigershark shifter please leave a comment. The pic to the left is what I made up as I write “Blade” book II. This helps to keep him visually correct in my mind. It is not the cover. Your comments are helpful.

–Now to our scene “Night Visit” from Dagger–

NO MATTER HOW deep into the ocean she stared, the morning played out the same. She rode on the back of a tiger shark and lived to cry about it.

Yes, cry. She cried all day with nervous excitement. Over the sink, in the car, at the ATM machine, everywhere.

She never called Jack, something she would have done without hesitation before the dreams started.

There was no doubt in her mind she loved him. However, he wasn’t the man for her. The man she loved wasn’t even a man. At least he didn’t exist outside of her dreams. Both Jim and Jack saw it. No, holding onto Jack wasn’t fair.

She knelt on the warm deck chair; the day’s heat soaked through her favorite pajamas. She set the bowl of popcorn on the patio table and slumped down in the chair. Toes crunched under her, she closed her eyes and soaked in the quiet beach. The rushing surf, rustling reed grass, and soft clicking in the background made for a perfect evening to relax under the full moon.

Wait, clicking noise? Gripping the edge of the chair, she slowly sat forward. Who or what made that clicking noise? she thought as she grabbed her small Maglite flashlight, placed her feet on the deck, and stood along the railing. Hitching up her baggy pajama bottoms, she crept out onto the sand, her feet sinking into its cool gritty floor.

She switched the beam of light from the sand, where turtles would begin burying their eggs soon, to out over the crashing waves foaming along the shoreline she walked the beach.

Dusk began to pull the homes into its shadows and saltwater tugged at the hem of her pants. The no-porch-lights rule while the turtles laid their eggs made the beach darker sooner. In addition, the only two houses with living room lights on were Jim’s and Mrs. Crumb’s on the far end, and she left hers on all night, so she might be in the bed already.

The cool waves clamored up her ankles, foaming around her feet and giving her goose bumps. The dark night welcomed her. Where was her shark tonight?

With the butt of her flashlight, she scrolled T-Bone in the sand. A wide smile opened up her face. Everyone else had a dog… she had a tiger shark.

With a good stretch overhead, she glanced out over the sea. Not up for a swim tonight, she trekked toward her deck, wet sand clumping over her feet.

There was that sound again.

Click. Click. Click.

“Alright, Jim. Don’t play.” She walked backward toward her deck. Hoping this was a night his daughter, Rachael, couldn’t sleep and they were out for a stroll along the surf. “I get it. I scared you this morning. How do you think I felt knowing I’d just cut my finger in the ocean with a goliath of a shark circling me?” Nothing came into view as she threw glances up and down the beach. “You know I don’t scare easily, Jim, but now is not a good time to get me back. Seriously, Jim, I’ll buy top shelf for your party tomorrow, just don’t play with me right now.”

A gentle breeze lifted the ends of her short, feathered hair. She scrubbed at the unnerving sensation. The voice rode in on another wave.

“Drew. It’s time to come home.”

Something moved out in the water… bright and white. She clenched the porch rail under her hand. The figure emerged out of the darkness, wet and tall. She stumbled up the stairs, hitting her heel on the stair rung. She cursed out, but not taking the moment to rub her bruised heel.

As he came closer to shore, her hands shook on the railing. He was blue. Stomach acids burned up her throat and fear itched under her skin like red ants, biting her joints. He had long, white hair and rivulets of water snaked down his muscled, exotic dancer thighs, then down his knees, and then his shins. Her eyes popped wide, he was naked, almost. An almost naked man walked out of the water toward her. Why was she still outside?

“Drew. Do not run. I will not hurt you. Look at me. It is time to come home.”  He stalked closer, blocking out the view of the ocean with his wide shoulders.

I hope you enjoyed.

Sincerely, Cora Blu

 

Cora Blu's Tuesday Teaser/ Contemporary

Unedited “The Man He’ll Never Be”

Over the years his tastes improved in food as well as furnishings. They leaned toward unique specialty items. Even the art work in his office building he commissioned to fit his staffs taste. A skill he learned from a friend years before he’d made his first million. Care for those around you and they will care for you. His staff worked long hours and Dillon made it a point to show his appreciation.

Walking the living room, the vibration from the phone on his hip dragged his attention back. The soft shuffle over the wood floors punctuated his need for sleep. He flipped a quick glance at the number on the phone. The number he recognized. The reason for the call could only mean one thing–Derrick.

“Winston. What’s he done now?” Dillon complained.

“I like you Zerbrowski, straight to the point. Listen…a heads up before the morgue calls,” Winston offered. Dillon groaned and launched into his standard response for these calls.

“I’m not his keeper, Winston.”

“I respect that. But Derrick’s got his hands in the wrong pockets. Now he’s trying to pay off his debts with Ella’s condo.”

“Damnit!” Dillon grunted. His brother brought drama into every life he touched, now their mother’s.

“I’ll let you handle him. He’s in over his head, Dillon. I’ll keep watch over Ella.”

“No, I’ll take care of my family.” His mother wouldn’t be touched by this side of his world.”

“I can respect your position. Trust–she’ll never know she’s being watched. You have my word.” Winston paused before continuing. “Dillon…Derrick’s in deep with Harlow.”

“Harlow!” he blurted out, stunned, the movers stood staring. All work stopped as they gawked. He held the small phone away from his face, and barked at the movers. “I’m not paying you to listen to my conversation.” He moved out to the bedroom. “What the hell was he doing with Harlow?” Dillon scrubbed a hand through his hair. Harlow’s touch was a tattoo; once he marked you, you stayed marked.

“The offer stands, Ella stays on radar. Harlow’s going after Derrick, not her,” Winston said. “You’re good people Dillon, even Harlow respects that.”

Coming this fall “The Man He’ll Never Ne”

When Dillon finds the one woman that changed his world eleven years earlier, will she survive him being in hers?

See follow up inspiration photos on Pinterest.

I dedicate this book to my mother. Taking her on vacation after my father died she kept my hubby awake with conversation while I wrote this story in my notebook. <3

Sincerely, Cora Blu

 

Cora Blu's A Little Underwater Did you Know

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As the kids are hopefully back in school, I thought I’d give us all a little peaceful treat. Thanking you all for the loving support you’ve given my Brothers of Element Underwater Series and Contemporary Interracial Romance Collection, here is a glimpse into the ocean. 

Remember what our mothers said when we went in the store “See with your eyes not with your hands” Never touch the corals.

I hope you enjoy. Click on the link above to do a little wall diving. 

Thank you David for another great diving video. You capture the ocean like no other. 

http://www.oceanviewvideos.net

Don’t forget to enter the contest in the August newsletter. The winners will be announced the end of this month. See link in the previous post. 

Sincerely, Cora Blu