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In the Author Spotlight & Contest

Cora Zane

CONTEST: Cora will be giving away a goodie bag with chocolates, tea, and signed author book cards and bookmarks from my Werekind Series to one lucky winner. Please make sure to leave you email addy so Cora can contact you if you win.

AL: Hi Cora! Thanks for being in the “Author Spotlight” this week.

Cora: Thank you for inviting me.

AL: So, tell us what’s happening with you.
Cora: I’ve been catching up on reading and trying to enjoy what’s left of the summer before school starts. My TBR stack has dwindled some, thankfully, and I’ve finally caught up on the DVDs I’ve bought over the past few months that have been sitting on the shelf with the wrapping still on them.

AL: Vampires and wolves. Yum yum! Care to tell us about your recent releases?

Cora: I’ve had quite a few recent releases. Feral Instinct came out in Ravenous Romance’s Rekindled Fire anthology in April, I believe. That story features Adriana Holt, one of the supporting characters in my free erotic werewolf story Under a Midnight Moon.

In May, Moonlight and Shadows was released at Cobblestone Press. It’s a continuation of the Werekind Series, only I shifted the series to another locale and a rivalry between two new packs in this book. The Istvaan and Dartega packs are based out of the Shreveport-Bossier City area (Louisiana), which is where I spent my summers as a teenager. I thought it would be fun to write about urban werewolves since all of my previous Werekind stories have revolved around rural settings.

I’ve also had two erotica stories come out since June, both with Cobblestone Press. Wicked Desires is a short, vampire erotica, and a loose sequel to Wicked Temptation. It’s a graphic erotica story that delves into the hidden lifestyle of an acolyte as she presents herself as a potential protégé to a vampire. The story is very dark, and I know that it isn’t going to be for everyone, but I’m pleased with the way it turned out, nonetheless. No crying, brooding vampires with this one. Serge Dmitriev is centuries old, wealthy, sophisticated, and he knows exactly what he wants from a woman. Liliana Ashton is a born acolyte into the vampire realm, one looking to secure her bloodline for another generation. They both want something from the other, and plan to use seduction as a means to get it.

The other erotica story I mentioned, Wave Rider, came out in July. It’s a contemporary story about a woman who goes on vacation and meets two sexy surfers who teach her the meaning of “body rides”. This story is my going favorite right now. It gives you the romance of a holiday affair between mature people who know their time together is limited. I truly love this story.

AL: What got you so gung-ho on vamps and shifters?

Cora: I grew up reading comic books and horror novels. It wasn’t until I was in my teens that I realized the stories I liked best had strong romantic elements in them. Once I worked out that you can have vampires and shifters in a romance, my book preference changed and I became a romance reader.

AL: Out of all your stories do you have one that is more near and dear to your heart?
Cora: I’m constantly changing my mind about favorites, but right now, the story dearest to my heart is definitely Wave Rider, which is a romantic, contemporary erotica story rather than a paranormal.

I think I like this one so much because given the situation, the feelings of the characters seem especially genuine. Sunny, Paulo, and Matteo make a strong connection from the start, and yet they know their time together is short. That being the case, they make it a point to spend every moment they can together, focusing on the simple and pleasurable things that, when you think about it, can only serve to deepen their affections for one another.

The setup itself is pure fantasy, but you could still believe this is something that could actually happen to someone. It’s beautiful, and at the same time, a little sad.

AL: What do you hope for your writing career in the next few years? Any goals that you have yet to obtain that you have set for yourself?

Cora: I plan to keep writing, although I’m focusing on longer fiction now. I just finished writing a futuristic romance novel that I’m preparing to shop around. I don’t think I’ll ever give up writing short stories, but I’ve put off writing full length because, until recently, I just didn’t feel ready. I think I’ve finally reached the expansion point. With this next book, I’m hoping to step out and spread my wings a bit, but overall, as long as characters continue to show up to talk to me, I’ll keep writing down what they have to say.

AL: Okay, let’s get to the nitty gritty…If you had to write yourself as a villain, what kind of villain would you be? What would you be named?

Cora: Hm. I’d be something inconspicuous, for sure. Maybe a demon or a shape shifter... Whatever the form, I’d definitely write myself in as a vicious personality hidden in a casual package. I figure if you’re going to be the villain, you better be good at hiding the fact. As for a name…I’m not really sure. I’d likely choose something unusual, maybe Imari or Jessamin.

AL: You have just won five thousand dollars! But...you have to spend it all today. What will you buy?

Cora: At the moment, I’d have to use that 5k to pay bills, haha. But if I were actually in some kind of financial shape to be selfish with money, I’d book a guided hiking tour across Europe. For me, that would be the trip of a lifetime.

AL: You’re the actress in a must see blockbuster movie that everyone’s been waiting all summer for. 1) What’s the movie about? 2) Who’s your character? 3) And who’s your leading man?

Cora: Without a doubt, the movie would be about some kind of zombie apocalypse. I don’t know what it is about those movies, but I can’t get enough! That being the case, I hope I’d be the character who runs fast and carries a very big gun.

As for my leading man, I’d want either Gary Oldman or Callum Keith Rennie in there, keeping watch with me. I can only hope I wouldn’t be terribly distracted in the presence of so much manly hotness. After all, I wouldn’t want to trip over my own feet and end up as zombie kibbles.

AL: The Howling or Lost Boys?

Cora: Oh, now that’s just cruel. I love both movies. But I guess if I have to choose one to watch over and over again for all eternity, I better go with The Howling.

AL: Please share a favorite quote(s) with us.

Cora: “I’m not trying to reach everyone, just reach like-minded souls.” ~Stobie Piel (author) I’ve had that quote on my blog for several years now, and it’s just as meaningful to me now as when I first discovered it posted on her website. Whenever I have a moment of doubt about my writing, I recite those words to myself. They lift me up.

AL: Thanks so much for joining us this week, Cora.

Cora: It’s been a pleasure. Thank you for having me. :0)
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Blurb:

Two Werekind packs teeter on the edge of war. Someone has killed the Istvaan alpha, and Sylvie won't rest until justice is served. Forced into a meeting with her greatest rival, she’s shocked to discover her mate is none other than the Dartega alpha’s right hand man—his assassin, Erik. Sylvie realizes she’ll never be able to claim her true mate, but there are other, more important things to do than mourn a broken heart.
There's just one problem. Erik has waited a long time to find her, and pack affiliations mean nothing to a man on the hunt.

Excerpt:

Under the cover of nightfall, the Dartega estate looked like a stone fortress guarded by iron gates. The manor sat atop a hillock overlooking the eighteenth green of the Stonebridge Terrace golf course, cold and impenetrable, with spotlights beaming up at the lower façade of the house.
Sylvie had been watching the house for half an hour, and although an amber glow burned beyond the gothic-style windows of the main floor, she saw no indication that anyone was actually home. She lifted her nose to the wind, hoping to dispel some of the house’s secrets, but she smelled only the chlorophyll green of the grass and trees, and the dusky odor of rich soil. Underlying that, the common city smells: smog, asphalt, and exhaust fumes―nothing remarkable.

Perhaps that was the reason the Dartega agreed to meet them here, upwind of the house, no access to the private cul-de-sac that lead into and off of their property. Nothing important seemed detectable from this distance, no entrances and no vulnerabilities.

Sylvie had known of the location of the Dartega pack den all her life, but this was the first time she’d ever set eyes on it for herself. Her brother had never seen it, and as far as she knew, neither had their father.

I'm the first, she thought, and her skin prickled at the dubious honor. How odd that she should be the one standing here now, on rival pack territory, sizing up the enemy’s domain.

“I’m telling you, they’re not coming,” Baird complained, and Sylvie glanced over her shoulder to see the young blond werewolf fidgeting, staring off in the direction of the maintenance parking lot where they’d left their cars.

Tynan dusted off his hands as he rose up from where he crouched at the base of a tree.

“They’ll come,” he said with dread in his voice. “They have to. We’re less than a two hundred feet from their den.”

“They’re watching us right now,” Bastien stated in a flat tone, and although Sylvie didn’t say so, she believed he was right.

The five of them waited together in a sheltered spot along the outer fringes of the rough. Here, deliberate rows of towering fir trees grew, an obstacle separating the eighteenth green from the rest of the course. The open yet out-of-the-way area might have been peaceful if not for the obvious dangers, but all things considered, the meeting spot felt like a deathtrap.

She’d vehemently disagreed with Bastien’s plan to meet their enemies here. Too much hinged on the honor of the Dartega alpha to take such risks. The arrangements were too one-sided. The Dartega’s men might very well emerge and kill them all where they stood, and after so many years of conflict between their packs, who would be surprised?

She looked up at the gauzy clouds stretched out across the sky like pulled cotton and found the bright disk of the moon glowing behind the haze. Restless energy buzzed through her. Anxiety. If only she could get through this mess tonight, in three days time the moon would be totally full, and she could insure that nothing like this ever happened again. In as many days she would choose a mate and take her rightful place among the pack, leaving Bastien no longer capable of holding her under his thumb.

Nerves stretched thin from weeks of stressing over the inevitable, she closed her eyes and resisted a primal urge to howl, to strip down to her bare skin and let the transformation take place. Her inner beast longed to emerge and reign free, but Sylvie restrained herself, tamped down the need. Shifting now would put them in even greater danger, especially since Bastien had given his word they would come to the Dartega in human form.

She’d just turned her attention back on the house when Garrett clamped a hard hand on her arm. Looking up at his scarred face, she saw he stared straight ahead, his pale eyes narrowed on something down the fairway. Sylvie followed his line of vision, and shrill unease scraped through her as several large black wolves emerged soundlessly from a stand of boundary trees less than twenty feet away. Bastien had been right all along. The alpha’s men must’ve been there for some time, watching them, lying in wait.

Red eyes flashed in the darkness as the seven lupines loped out of their hiding places. They fanned out in an offensive pattern that blocked off the path to their cars, a formation that made Sylvie’s entire body bristle with alarm.

She’d expected them to arrive in human form, fully clothed for a civilized meeting, but apparently they had other ideas. Forget the pleasantries; it seemed the Dartega pack intended to use their home field advantage in every possible way.

Teeth bared and grumbling lowly, the wolves stopped maybe twelve feet away from them, and a cool sweat popped out across Sylvie’s skin. If anything went wrong, there wouldn’t be time to shift before the males launched at them, brought them down and rent them to shreds in a coordinated effort. At best she might be able to transform partly, use her claws to defend herself for a little while, but that was a long shot, and she was sure they knew that even now.

The muscles in her left thigh twitched, urging her to embrace the change, but she ignored the instinct and waited for a clearer sign from the enemies. Beside her, a low growl rumbled in Garrett’s chest.

“Hold your form unless they attack,” Bastien snapped, and behind them, a man’s brusque laughter rang out.

“You would be dead right now if they planned to attack.”

Sylvie turned to face the source of that curt male voice and saw three dark-haired men dressed entirely in black striding toward them―the alpha flanked by two tall, powerfully built subordinates.

Bastien snarled in displeasure. “We came here in good faith, Niccolo.”

“Then I pray you’ll accept my apologies,” the pack leader, Niccolo Dartega, replied.

“Good faith isn’t exactly a reliable quality these days.”

The trio came to a stop under the tree, and the scent of distrust and hatred clung to them like pungent cologne.

Sylvie’s attention went directly to the alpha, their biggest threat. Black-haired and dusky-skinned, Niccolo stood directly in front of Bastien, his posture imposing, his height matching Bastien’s six foot stature eye-to-eye. “You are―?”

“Bastien Weiss-Istvaan.”

“So you’re Lange’s replacement.”

“I do the best I can.”

“Then I fear for your pack,” he said in return. “Only a novice would call a fool meeting such as this.”

The insult hit its mark. Bastien stiffened visibly, and for a moment his eyes flashed an angry, reflective red. “Someone’s hunting us. Our true alpha is dead―“

“And you would have me do what? Find the killer for you? Open my territory, perhaps, and let anyone come and go as they please so you can investigate, even interrogate members of my pack?” Niccolo scoffed. “To be kind, Lange’s death was untimely, but on the other hand”—he raised his arms out at his sides and shook his head—“it’s not my problem.”

Bastien’s face closed in censure, but those cruel words about Lange stung Sylvie like a slap to the face. It’s too soon. I shouldn’t have come....

She inhaled sharply, stifling a sob. At the same time, she battled an ominous spike of anger. It would be foolish to react, to show her weakness. Instead, she swallowed hard, internalizing the pain of loss until only a dull ache remained.

When she looked up again, she glanced at Bastien, who watched Niccolo with hooded eyes, the taut lines of his mouth drawn into a frown of stark hatred. Heat flared in her face. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for him. He looked bullied in the face of the Dartega, threatened, and not at all like the alpha male he pretended to be.

She’d never seen a male look so unmatched, and despite her dislike of him and the way he’d been leading their pack for the past few weeks, she didn’t wish this kind of humiliation on anyone.

“Regardless of what you think of me,” Bastien bit out, “my concern is for our pack’s safety. I can’t ignore what’s been going on.”

“So you came to ask me if I ordered someone to take out your alpha, is that it?” Niccolo raised his brows. When Bastien didn’t answer, Niccolo's mouth quirked into a grim smiled. “I see. Well, as much as I’d love to claim that honor, sadly, I cannot.”

“And you’re sure no one from your pack―“

“Are you questioning my ability as an alpha?” Niccolo snarled, revealing a flash of sharp, white teeth.

“Not at all,” Bastien answered quickly. “My intention is to find a killer―”

“One that you seem to think is residing in my pack.” Niccolo’s eyes sparked with fury.

“I can’t speak for Istvaan loyalty, but I can assure you no one goes against my orders, Bastien Weiss. I am the law here.”

“No one doubts that,” Sylvie interjected loudly before the discussion could sink any further south. The Dartega’s shrewd gaze zeroed in on her, and she lowered her eyes, her voice, in respect. “No one here doubts your authority, Mr. Dartega. Rather, I think what Bastien is trying to say is that these killings seem to have nothing to do with territory or dominance, or even allegiance to an alpha.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “The fact is we have no idea who’s killing the males in our pack.”

Tension throbbed on the air and coiled inside her. The Dartega turned toward her.

“And who are you exactly?”

“I’m Sylvie,” she said simply. No way in hell was she about to tell him her last name. “Nobody’s accusing you or your pack of killing Lange; nevertheless, someone did murder him. Someone who studied him, knew his routine, and in the end, tracked him down and killed him.”

He sneered. “And as I have said only moments ago, that’s not my―“

“―problem, yes, I realize you feel this way,” she said and stood rigid when he walked toward her. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe this has nothing to do with you or the Dartegas; maybe these deaths plaguing our pack are nothing more than random acts of violence. Unfortunate coincidences. But even you can’t ignore the fact that it’s not just Lange we’re talking about.
Three of our council members are dead as well. What if this killer―or killers, since there might very well be more than one of them―What if they’re human?”

Niccolo watched her a moment, black eyes blazing. “Well, go on; I’m listening.”

“Human hunters won’t distinguish one pack from another. If they can corner one of us and kill us, they’ll do it. And if they’ve somehow figured out who we are, or who our alphas are, if that’s why they took out Lange―” She swallowed over the sudden lump in her throat. “You and your pack could be in just as much danger as ours.”

A shrewd smile crossed Niccolo’s face. He glanced at the man on his left. “Hear that, Erik? Leave it to the female in a pack to be the negotiator, the strategist.”

He dragged his gaze from her face and walked over to Bastien again. “Be thankful you brought your Dame with you tonight.”

Sylvie looked away from them, lowered her eyes and struggled to control her jerky, uneven breaths. Her nerves were shot for sure now. Her heart thundered so hard, the quick rhythm seemed to vibrate through her entire body.

It was a wonder Bastien didn’t get them all killed!

Flush-faced and shaky all over, she flinched when something stirred in front of her and looked up to find eyes the of color of a starless night watching her. The man Niccolo had called Erik stared straight at her, his gaze locked on her face with an unnerving intensity that sent an electric shiver skittering through her veins.

She locked gazes with him, and to her horror, she recognized him―who and what he was.
Her breath locked in lungs.

It can’t be.

She stared at him, and her lips parted in awe. Her heart knew the truth, that tugging, desperate draw to bridge the gap between them. She didn’t want to believe it and shook her head, a minuscule gesture that made his eyes narrow and a muscle tick in his cheek.

Numb inside, she ran her fingers across her throat as sadness welled inside her. Until now, with her dreams withering before her eyes, she’d never realized what high hopes she’d held in finding her true mate.

How fitting he should be so beautiful, this Erik. Her eyes skimmed the slash of dark brows and the straight, sophisticated nose. His lips were full―it was a kissable mouth. Sick to her soul, she swallowed hard and forced herself to look directly into his eyes again. After all this time….
Fury burned through her. Sorrow and disappointment. She felt cheated, and she hoped every ounce of pain that stabbed through her reflected in her face.

Erik’s nostrils flared, but nothing else about his expression changed. With a slight shake of her head, she tossed back her pale hair in defiance. To her shock, he took a step toward her.

“Sylveria!”

A hand gripped her arm and gave her a yank backward, and a fierce growl rumbled in Erik’s chest. No one missed the stark warning, the dangerous light flickering in his eyes. Everyone grew still, watchful. Tension pulsed in the air.

Bastien withdrew his hand from her slowly and spoke near her ear. “We are leaving.” He annunciated every syllable with crisp diction, annoyance in his tone. With a wary eye on the male across from them, he herded her away, forcing her to move.

Without a word, Sylvie turned on her heel and stormed off toward her car, her head down, watching her steps. She pressed a hand to her forehead, overwhelmed and, for the first time in her life, uncertain about her future.

She’d always planned to take her place beside her true mate, to share the rule over her pack with him, but she knew now that would never happen. What am I going to do?

By the time she reached the maintenance parking lot where they’d left their cars, Bastien had almost caught up with her. He followed, hot on her heels. She heard him dogging her across the gravel, and she practically felt his hot breath on her neck when she reached the classic, T-top Stingray she’d parked near the lot entrance.

“Sylveria, I want a word with you.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

When Bastien grabbed her arm this time, she turned and snarled with venom, snapping her teeth in his face. He didn’t flinch, but he let go of her.

“What the hell just happened with that male back there?” “Nothing,” she lied. “He overstepped his grounds.”

“Overstepped?” Bastien raked his hands through his hair. “Do you have any idea who you were staring down back there?”

My mate....

Misery clouded her heart, but she said nothing, only shrugged because she didn’t know who he was for sure beyond that one painful truth. It hardly mattered now, anyway.

“That was Niccolo Dartega’s brother. His right hand―his assassin. I can’t believe you didn’t know who he was, who you challenged in broad view of his Pack Leader. Probably half the Dartega pack council, too.”

Challenged? She blinked at him. Was that how it had looked to the others?

“We’re trying to prevent bloodshed,” Bastien bit out. “I can’t imagine what you were thinking, especially given the circumstances.”

“I’m sure whatever I did, it won’t be relevant come tomorrow.”

“How naïve can you be? Not relevant? Without my mark on you, one of these days you’ll make just as stupid a mistake, only I won’t be able to bail you out of it.”

“Bail me out?” she asked, her tone incredulous. “You mean, like I just did for you?”

Bastien’s face tightened in anger. He stepped in close, and for a moment Sylvie thought he actually meant to strike her. A growl rumbled inside her, and Bastien froze in mid-step, his eyes glittering. She’d have his throat in an instant if he laid a finger on her.

“You are way out of line,” she snarled.

“Sylveria....” He clenched his fist, and she could tell it took great effort to continue calmly. “Lange was my best friend. I loved him like my own brother. I swore to him only days before he died that I’d watch after you if anything happened to him. But you’re making it exceedingly difficult.”

“I don’t need you to watch over me,” she snapped in his face. “That’s Tynan and Garrett’s job.”

“Tynan and Garrett aren’t babysitters; they have pack business to attend to. And until I know for sure what’s going on with these recent deaths, I will not have you messing up what I’m trying to do.”

“And just what are you trying to do, Bastien? Get us killed by the Dartega?” She turned and walked the rest of the way to her car, jangling the keys as she tugged them from her pocket. ”Do your worst. Your days are numbered, anyway. Don’t think for an instant I plan to allow your position as a retainer to last any longer than necessary.”

He smirked at that. “Your brother made no secret about his wishes for the continuation of this pack.”
“Lange is dead,” she said as she climbed into her Corvette and shut the door. After she strapped on her seatbelt and started the car, she rolled down the window and flicked back her straight blonde hair. “Three days, Bastien, count them.” She flashed three fingers at him and revved the engine. “I will choose.”
REMEMBER: Cora will be giving away a goodie bag with chocolates, tea, and signed author book cards and bookmarks from my Werekind Series to one lucky winner. Please make sure to leave you email addy so Cora can contact you if you win.

35 comments:

joder said...

Great interview and excerpt! But I have to say I'm more a Lost Boys fan myself.

joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

quiltingreader said...

Nice interview. I love your favorite quote.

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Sable Grey said...

Great interview for a very talented author with ALOT of Great books!

stacey said...

Your books look great and that was a great Excerpt.now I have to go to your page and get a list of your books.I love werewolves and vamps and I believe I will love your books.
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Tara W said...

I love paranormal romance stories and I really enjoyed reading the excerpt.

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Jan said...

great interview ... I loved the favorite quote!

jancoad [at] hotmail [dot] com

Cora Zane said...

Thanks Joder! I gotta say it wasn't an easy decision to make about the movies. I love them both. But in the end, The Howling is one of those movies I can watch over and over again. Kinda like The Fifth Element. I never get tired of that one! ~_^

Cora Zane said...

Thank you, Quiltingreader and Jan! Stobie Piel is also one of my favorite authors.

Cora Zane said...

Thanks bunches, Sable. :*)

Cora Zane said...

Stacey and Tara, I'm so glad you liked the excerpt!

Anonymous said...

love the excerpt and interview ! Yum..yum..vamp and warewolfes my favorite 'dish':D

mariska
uniquas at ymail dot com

SiNn said...

great interview just made me wanan read more were series


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Kerry said...

Ohhhhhhh.......another to add to my collection. YAY!!!!! me. Love the interview and the excerpt, need to check out your other books, looks like my bank account is goin to get smaller. :)))))))

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Tamsyn said...

Hi Cora, that was a really good interview. I also love the excerpt very much. Thanks.

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Cora Zane said...

Mariska, SiNn, Kerry, Tamsyn - thank you all so much for dropping by! I'm glad you like the interview and excerpt. :)

Ann Lory said...

I have to admit something. I've never seen The Howling. I watched The Lost Boys so many times I lost count. I think I'll have to watch The Howling now.

Razlover's Book Blog said...

Hi Cora,

Great interview and excerpt! I'm a fan of both movies.

Razlover(at)hotmail(dot)com

tetewa said...

Enjoyed the interview and Paranormal is my favorite genre to read! tWarner419@aol.com

Cora Zane said...

Ann, you've gotta watch The Howling! I do believe it's the first ever movie that featured human-shifter werewolves living in a colony. *_*

Cora Zane said...

Me too, Razlover! ^_^ Glad you liked the interview and excerpt.

Cora Zane said...

Thanks for stopping in, Tetewa! :)

Michelle Lauren said...

Hey Cora,

Great interview. I haven't seen the lost boys yet but I plan to soon (just to see what all the hype is about). Don't enter me in the contest; I'm just dropping by to say hello -- and that the cover for Moonlight and Shadows looks gorgeous. Congrats on the release!

Michelle Lauren

Cherie J said...

Wonderful interview! Moonlight and Shadow sounds awesome and I really enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks for guestblogging Cora.

cherierj(at)yahoo(dot)com

Valorie said...

I love Gary Oldman. <3

And how hard to choose between The Howling or Lost Boys! I would choose The Lost Boys, though, because those hardcore vamp mullets and motorcycles are irresistible.

Valorie
morbidromantic@gmail.com

Cora Zane said...

Michelle, so glad you dropped by to say hi! :*)

Cora Zane said...

Thanks, Cherie! :)

Cora Zane said...

Valorie - vampire mullets! Hehehehehe! ^_^ That just made my day...

angelshimmery said...

Oh my god my to be read pile is getting seriously out of control, I promise myself to stop buying any more books until it is under control, then I read your excerpt and yes there will be more to the pile!!

Cora Zane said...

Thank you, angelshimmery! :*)

PhyllisC said...

I have got to have this one. I loved the excerpt. I can see more books being added to my TBB list.

Suzanne Rock said...

Great interview Cora! You know I love your books. So sexy! ;)

suzannerock [at] ymail [dot] com

Cora Zane said...

Glad you liked the excerpt, Phyllis. :*)

Cora Zane said...

Thank you, Suzanne! So glad you could drop by! :*)

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Kainani said...

Okay. Am I too late for this contest? I hope not. Great interview.

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