Alexia Reed: Hunting the Shadows

I’m thrilled to introduce today’s guest blogger since I’ve known her “back when.” I had to laugh during her post because I can so see Alexia doing what she describes, and yes, she’s filled with random interesting facts. Please help me welcome today’s guest…Alexia Reed.


As a paranormal writer, I am always trying to come up with new and interesting psychic abilities to give my characters. Now, you’d think it’d be easy. I mean, it’s paranormal! Anything can happen right? True and while it’s easy on some days, on others, there’s nothing left in that creative well.

Case in point, this weekend I was stuck on a new character. I had some limitations I wanted on this new ability but I couldn’t think of something that is interesting and yet, disposable. Now, I’m a slightly odd person. Sometimes a walk may help me get through a block, but it doesn’t always. What does help (and here is where the weird comes in) is doing rolling hand gestures and pretending I’m doing martial art moves. And trust me, I’m no master. I butcher moves horribly. lol. If you know me, I’m an awkward, small person with no coordination. I’m very clumsy. I walk into walls all the time.

So me pretending to do all these fancy moves…yeah, I’m sure you’d be laughing if you saw me. The thing is that if I can somewhat visualize the action behind the ability then I can figure out something. I have a character who always hangs his hand down to the ground and wiggles his fingers. He does this to twist and draw psychic energy toward him so that he ball up the energy in his hand. I came up with this because one day I just started doing finger motions as I was walking down the hall.

So yeah, this weekend I was trying to figure out some moves…anything that’d give me a hint of a thread of thought. What’d I end up with? The character, by throwing his hands out in front of him (almost like jazz hands but no moving fingers) can create a barrier that wraps around someone and decompress them. Like if you were to somehow end up in space without your protection suit.

Random research fact while trying to explain this ability: Did you know that if you happen to be in this situation you shouldn’t hold your breath? Your lungs may explode apparently. Sounds incredibly painful.

When you’re stuck on a problem, no matter what it is, do you do something “different” to try and figure out a solution? If so, what?

Thanks Leah for having me on your site!

**Alexia is giving away a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate to a commenter. Contest will be open until Friday May 11th at 8 a.m. and the winner will be chosen by random.org and announced later that day.** Contest is now closed.

Hunting the Shadows

by Alexia Reed

Hunting the Shadows by Alexia ReedAmy has spent her life in isolation. Locked away in the Centre, a secret government facility where children with extraordinary abilities are raised as highly skilled fighters, she longs for a normal life. A life where being around people doesn’t overload her sensitive telepathic mind. A life where she can’t see through the eyes of a murderer as he hunts down his next victim…

J.C. Nikolaiev was a top researcher, but when his conscience got the better of him, he tried to destroy his work and free his subjects—and was imprisoned as a traitor. To save himself and prevent more people from dying, J.C. must catch the serial killer stalking the halls of the facility. But his only leads come from a woman whose thoughts have invaded his mind…

Finally out of the psych ward, Amy joins forces with J.C. to find the killer before he closes in on them. Can their growing attraction withstand the truths they uncover?

You can purchase Hunting the Shadows through the Carina PressAmazon, Kobo or Barnes and Noble.

Alexia Reed is a dark paranormal romantic suspense author. You can find her on Goodreads, Twitter, and Facebook.

 

Thirty Fourth celebration of Five Six Seven Eight!

Look what my hubby brought home for me for our thirty fourth anniversary today.

I’ve told him and told him and told him how much I LOVE getting flowers, but he rarely buys them for me because he says that’s such a cliched gift.

Because he listened to me and brought me roses, I promised him I’d take him to England for our 35th … (see, guys, listening to your partner can pay off!)

Snippet Saturday: It’s Raining Men

Which scene screamed today’s topic of It’s Raining Men to me? This scene from Texas Tangle — yes I know they don’t mean raining literally, but the guys are wet. And hot. So very very very hot. Excuse me while I allow myself to picture Dillon bouncing up the stairs buck ass nekkid, and Brett (my fave tortured hero) with a towel slung low around his hips. (Picture me drooling the way Homer Simpson does with donuts…)

Texas Tangle
Copyright © 2010* by Leah Braemel

Nikki wanted to blame the jetting water for the way her clit tingled, or for the full heavy feeling of her breasts. She wanted to blame the steam rising around her for the way her body tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs. But she knew it had nothing to do with the hot tub. The heat spearing through her came from thinking about being sandwiched between the two men. Her breasts ached from her fantasy of seeing Dillon’s dark head bent over one breast with Brett’s golden head over the other, of them touching every part of her body. Of Dillon in her pussy, and Brett…oh, Brett filling her mouth as she kneeled in front of him, or stretching her ass as he reamed her from behind.

“What do you say, Nik?” Dillon asked.

She jumped, realizing she’d been so lost in her fantasy that he’d closed the distance between them.

What did she say? Yes. Hell, yes!

“Brett—” She broke off her question. How lame would it be to ask if he’d still respect her in the morning?

When he turned to look at her, the emotion in his eyes, the longing, shocked her. His gaze dropped, lingering on her throat, her breasts, lower. Each spot his eyes stopped at burned like he’d branded her. He took equally long on his path back up her body, but instead of meeting her gaze, he looked past her. To Dillon.

She cleared her throat, her voice barely a whisper, but her plea came through as loud as if she’d shouted. “It couldn’t hurt just once. Could it?”

Water cascaded off him as he surged to stand in front of her. With another glance at Dillon, he cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers, his thumb caressing her jaw.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips sealed around hers, his tongue tickling the seam of her lips. So gentle, yet the hand holding her in place was so strong. Calloused in places Dillon’s weren’t. She relaxed her jaw and let him deepen the kiss. The hard length of his erection pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. All too soon he broke the kiss, though he didn’t release her.

He gaze moved from her to Dillon. “Does this bother you? Watching me kissing Nikki?”

“Nope. It makes me as horny as hell watching you two. Whodathunkit?” Dillon pressed his body against her, his hand sliding around her side to cup her breast, his erection nudging the small of her back. The crisp mat of his chest hair tickling her shoulders, he was a pillar, supporting her as her legs trembled beneath their onslaught. Her hips rotated, grinding against Brett’s erection in front and Dillon’s behind. Both men groaned in succession.

“Inside.” Dillon pulled away first. “Upstairs. Now.”

Nikki sucked in a breath at his command. Fantasies were one thing, reality totally different. She couldn’t even picture the mechanics of making love to two men at the same time. She gave up and decided they’d figure it out upstairs. With a shrug, she relaxed and let herself ogle Dillon’s tight behind when he climbed out of the hot tub. The man had the best frickin’ ass of anyone she’d ever seen. She loved clutching it as he pumped into her, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingers.

Dillon grabbed the towels they’d placed there earlier, handing one to Nikki. Before she could take it, Brett reached around and snagged it, snapping it open and wrapping it around her. Her body heated, turned to liquid when he tucked the end into her cleavage, his palm grazing her breast, drawing her nipple into a tight bead. She pressed her thighs together against the ache starting deep inside as she imagined what she was about to do.

…wickedly addictive and an emotionally stimulating love story..Spectacularly hot ménage love story that will have you turning up the air conditioning from the get go! ~ Book Junkie
Dillon toweled himself off then tossed his to Brett. As Brett dried himself, Dillon opened the door and led Nikki into the house. The air conditioned air had goosebumps forming on her skin. He smiled and flicked one of her nipples poking against the terrycloth. After Brett’s earlier contact, that simple touch had her shaking.

He must have seen it as his eyes burned into her, and his voice grated in need. “Let’s get you upstairs and dried off.”

Completely unselfconscious of his nudity, he strolled ahead of them and bounded up the stairs.

As Dillon disappeared down the upstairs hall, Nikki realized Brett was hanging back. Her tongue hit the floor when she saw him standing there, his towel slung low over his hips. He has no idea how hot he looks, does he?

He held out his hand, waiting for Nikki to place her palm in his. “Nik? Are you okay with this? Just because Dillon suggested it doesn’t mean you have to…” He tilted his head to one side in question. “It’s not too late to back out, you know.”

“I want to try this, for all of us to be together like this, even if it’s just for tonight. But I need to know if you’re okay with this. If it’ll make things difficult, more awkward being around us—me—tomorrow.” She felt the blush rising up her neck. “I guess what I’m saying is, will you still respect me in the morning?”

“Baby, I’ll always respect you.” Her bones melted when he cupped her behind, pressing his erection into her belly. Snuggling closer, she kissed him until he broke off with a groan. “If we keep this up, I’m going to come before we begin.”

As they reached the top of the stairs, she hesitated. “Brett? What about you? Do you want to do this? I mean, isn’t it sort of weird for you to be naked around Dillon? Two guys in the same bed at the same time?”

There was such a long pause, she wondered if he might change his mind and walk away. “I don’t think I can back out now, Nik.”


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Under pressure…

I am down to the wire on finishing my story for the Carina Christmas anthology. The story is written, but I’m editing the heck out of it. I’m feeling the pressure of matching the incredibly talented writing of my fellow anthology authors Anne Calhoun and KA Mitchell so I’ve been whining to a few very lovely authors who have been incredibly supportive.  Insecurity, thy name is Leah.

To add to the pressure, Tuesday was release day for Hidden Heat — which meant promoting it everywhere I could think of, changing my website, and a whole whack of other administrative chores.

In the midst of all this, my 82 year old mom has been going through cataract surgery — she has one eye operated on last week and the other one will be done in two weeks. It means a lot of pre-op and post-op visits to both her opthamologist and optometrist.

All of which means I can’t be at my computer writing, which really adds to the pressure considering my deadline to deliver the manuscript to my editor at Carina is fast approaching.  

After driving Mum to her optometrist yesterday and setting her up with a laptop computer so she can print off letters (she can’t see well enough to write by hand anymore), I came home last night and discovered the galleys for Private Deceptions in my inbox yesterday with, yes, another deadline, one I don’t want to move or miss. Yikes.

So I gave my family the “I am on deadlines; do NOT open my office door or disturb me on pain of death” speech, opened up my doc and settled into some writing/editing sprints with my friend and writing buddy Vivian Arend. And totally forgot I’d agreed to meet a friend for coffee last night as a reward to myself for surviving release day. *sob* Sorry, Nikki. I owe you dinner.

All of which leads to this … I’m retreating into my writing cave. If I’m quiet here (and I will be) just know it’s because I’m working hard to make sure you have the best possible story I can write.

P.S. I love getting emails from my readers — they really brighten up my day and make me want to keep writing.

P.P.S. Since I’m having to climb into my writing cave, help me spread the word about Hidden Heat. Tag it on Amazon, leave a review wherever you bought it or on Goodreads or Shelfari, talk about it on one of your readers loops, or best of all, tell a friend!

P.P.P.S. Since you’ve read the title, how many of you now have an ear worm of that David Bowie song? You’re welcome ;)