Sunday, July 31, 2016

Mini-tutorial: Photography tricks for a Canon ELPH 170

(This is a bit of a repost from last year. Sorry for repeats. I'm doing some housekeeping here switching from the old blog to the new. I hope, new visitors, you enjoy this article! And for my faithful readers who've been with me since this blog began, I hope you still find this of use!)


From time to time I post pictures on my blog. After a stupid mishap last summer, I had to purchase a new camera and have been fiddling around with it and generally learning all its tricks. Now, for those of you that don't know, I've been a shutterbug since college (or to be completely honest, I see from looking through some family pictures that the hobby goes back to my childhood!). Anyway, I really got into it in college when I took a class and got a (standby for the geekery) Pentax ME SLR 35mm camera

Yeah, it's blurry. I know. I shake a little. That and photography is another
topic altogether!

that to this day I lament its death (not to mention the relative death of film processing). I've graduated to digital cameras but in my opinion, they just can't hold a candle to that old film monster. *moment of silence for dead camera* (FYI, this is the main reason Trevor's brother, in my book THE ARTIST'S INHERITANCE (on sale now here), is a photographer. You can find out more about the book here).

Part of what I've lamented losing that film-based 35mm for is all the neat filters and tricks it used to do. Now, the digital point and shoots are mostly for those who want to take pictures of their family or on vacation and that's fine, but I am, first and foremost, artistic when it comes to my pictures so all the polarization and macro lenses and filters were a joy to fiddle with. The quality of black and white the old 35mm could get me was just out of this world. No digital camera measures up. I've been (for one reason or another) breaking in a new digital camera (a Canon ELPH 170 , for those of you that are interested in that kind of thing) and the process of trying to learn how the thing reacts to different lighting situations, figure out how to stop motion when I want to, or create a motion blur when I want it to, has been a battle of trial and error. I've been taking a ton of test pictures and trawling the web and trying to learn all I can. Sure you can reproduce much of it in Photoshop, but I'd like to do as much in camera as I can. So imagine my delight when I ran across some articles about how to reproduce some of these effects. For instance, I've been experimenting with motion blur. Why, most average photographers would ask, would you want to blur a picture? Well, it makes the most awesome pictures! This article was particularly helpful for my little muse. (Yes, I want to bug Mr. Muse about going to the fair next time in it's in town, right?)

This one too, (I'll give you a minute to peruse the great pics, especially the last one on that page was inspiring and helpful)

Most of us camera geeks know that slowing down shutter speed can do this. However, the Canon point and shoots have the disadvantage that they don't allow you to control that (even in manual, unless I am overlooking a button--and anyone who's used this camera if you know better, please point me in the right direction!) I've always thought that ISO was based on the amount of light coming into the lens. I had never thought it could create that type of effect. I am supposing that's because I'm thinking in film not digital terms. So I tried this trick that that Photography Life article suggested, fiddling with the ISO and came up with some interesting "pictures". One of them (and for you from the blog hop, this is what you're here for) is this:

Canon 170 Motion blur trick by Juli D.Revezzo

That, my lovelies, is the moon, a little drunk. ;) No. What it really was is me shooting the moon at Program, with an ISO setting of 200 and just moving the camera in an exaggerated way, and it produced a drawing in light. Cool, huh? FYI, I found out that you can actually move too fast and lose your picture. It takes some trial and error to get the effect you want, but if the final product is something lovely like that, it's worth the trouble.

Have fun!


Understanding ISO--a beginners guide (DSLR)

45 Beautiful Motion Blur Photos--Smashing Magazine

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Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the Antique Magic paranormal series and the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Steampunk romance Watchmaker's Heart. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Reminder to self

This is a (ahem) perfect sentiment for this week. Why? Because I have been working hard to get my site and new/old blog back up and running and trying to get the subscriptions back. Stressful? You bet! Not only that but I guess you've noticed I just can't seem to find just the perfect theme. *grumble grumble* Why the hell are so many templates so glaringly white?
Is it too much to ask for a pretty color (oh like maybe the one in this image here? *points to image*) and with space for everything I need? *sigh* Or, oh, I don't know, something black? (Yes, fellas, girls like the color black too. This is an early goth, Goth girl talking here! Come make us something pretty! *pops open Photoshop again* That's the easy part. I guess the next thing I'm going to have to learn is how to code my own templates. *shakes out to-do list*

Oh, well. I didn't have anything important to do for the next month, anyway. (That's me being facetious, by the way!)

If I mastered HTML, maybe I can figure this one out, too! Wish me luck.

Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the Antique Magic paranormal series and the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Steampunk romance Watchmaker's Heart. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

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Friday, July 29, 2016

Free Form Tales--War Hero

War Hero

This is a little short scene/story I wrote during my first Tampa Area Romance Authors meeting all the way back in 2009. It is based on the feel of the stories my father, a Korean War Veteran, told me all my life, mixed with a vision of the battles between the Roman army and the Celts, and a little fantasy thrown in. The vision of a soldier’s first battle, the pride, and the fear and doubt too that stepping into one’s first battle and drawing that “first blood” can bring. For all our fighting men and women, for all our vets past and present. Thank you. I hope you enjoy this little snippet, even if it’s not worthy….

War Hero


Juli D. Revezzo

The forest seemed to close in; his fellow soldiers ran ahead, but he couldn’t take that first step.Gray smoke wafted through the green sky overhead, smoke from the report of the Emperor’s aether rifles. Fear gripped him tight. He shifted his sword from left hand to right. You can do this; you’ve done it a thousand times before.

In training. Where the men were always his friends, and they always walked away unharmed. This was for real. Destiny, forever, for good or ill, for victory. Or death.

Death seemed to peer down from the trees. He shivered as cold wind whipped through the forest. Was it simple wind, or were the gods of Death truly watching, casting lots upon this ordeal, watching him, singling him out, though he was only just eighteen?

“Ho, men. Advance!” screamed the force captain. Gunfire and clashing swords bounced from east to west, north and south, front and behind, until he couldn’t tell from which quarter the noise rang.

His chest constricted as his breath fought to escape, wheezing through lungs, throat and nose, dragging every bit of pollen, ash and snow down upon him like writhing wraiths. But no, it wasn’t a wraith creeping up. He spun, whipping his sword before him in a curving arc. The blade met enemy armor in a dull clang. A man, no older than him, dark hair shaved short until only a dusting of it graced the scarred scalp.Crimson blood bloomed across his dove gray coat. The man’s amethyst eyes wide in shock, stared, first at him, then at his blade lodged in his chest. A shock that trundled through him, as well. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, extracting the blade as his enemy fell lifeless, staring at the trees overhead. He didn’t seem so fierce, really, this invader, and in a split, flashing second he wondered, why had he come. What awaited him at home? A wife, a child? No one?

His world pitched and rolled, he dropped to his knees beside the dying body, the scent of blood filled his nose, and he wretched, the contents of his stomach pouring out upon the frozen ground. Gasping for breath, gagging, he pushed himself upright, took firm hold of his sword hilt, yanked it from the soldier’s chest.

First blood. He’d done it. There was no going back now.

But he knew he’d see that man’s shocked, dying face for the remainder of the night, possibly for the remainder of his days. He hoped the chieftain, and Emperor would be pleased.

He wasn’t. Nor would that man’s family be.

But this was his job, the life he’d had thrust upon him, his pride to be here, his duty, and honor. The homeland needed this, needed him. Still, the demands of freedom were high.

“Get a grip on yourself, man,” he murmured. It wouldn’t do to lose his senses out here, on the field. He had a job to do, a family and home to defend. Far more precious than any commendation, or medals; they were the only reason he was here. That and Fate.

The invaders kept coming. He could hear them through the din of battle, in the river nearby, coming through the trees. On shaky legs he stood, pulled all his courage around him, tucked inside his armor.

What had the gods and fate in store for him? To fall, like this man?

No. Not here, not yet. Hope and courage would guide his path, whatever came. Resolve and duty would steady his blades, until he could count this battle won.


War Hero © 2009; all contents on this site © Juli D. Revezzo, 2009 and beyond.

**Picture above entitled: Soldiers in Attack Formation © Tudor Stanica |

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

A look at The Artist's Inheritance #SummerWinterSale2016

Here's a little glimpse of my paranormal novel, THE ARTIST'S INHERITANCE. This book is part of the Smashwords Summer Sale so I thought I'd give you a little glimpse at it (If you've not seen it yet). Enjoy!

This sale is over but if you like you can still get The Artist's Inheritance at Amazon.

The Artist's Inheritance, Juli D. Revezzo, page 1, witch fiction, paranormal, fantasy, pagan fiction

The Artist's Inheritance, Juli D. Revezzo, page 1, witch fiction, paranormal, fantasy, pagan fiction

Available now at Smashwords as well as being on sale at Amazon, and in paperback from Createspace.

  Thanks for reading! Have a witchin' day!

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Things are moving along...

Slowly but surely, my new site is up and running, pretty much. There's a just a few little maintenance things left that are driving me bat crazy but hopefully they'll be fixed soon. I hope you will like it. I really like the new look of it.:) This url might even redirect you there. I'm not sure yet. We're still waiting to see how this all works out.

Meanwhile, Mourning Dove Locket's over at Jolene Dawe's lovely site today. If you'd like to check it out, it's here.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

testing 1,2,3.

FYI Bloglovin' seems to have some sort of glitch going on as far as this blog's concerned. (You see it even still has the old blog title over there in the sidebar). I hope y'all have gotten my recent posts. I've got them alerted to the problem.

Edited to add, everything seems to be working correctly now, so if you'd like to subscribe to my blog (apparently the wordpress blog is going up and down thanks to the move) there's a form in my right sidebar with which you can follow my new home. (You can also follow it by email and subscription thingie there, as well. Yeah, that's the technical term, right? Subscription thingie? ;))

Thanks for your patience, everyone! 

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Sunday, July 24, 2016

National Ice cream

National Ice cream day (or month, or week, depending on what resource you read). Okay, so it was last weekend. Did y'all celebrate? Ya gotta love a day dedicated to ice cream. A National one. In the month of our national holiday. Why this month? Surely it's not because it's the hottest f***$%# month on the calendar, because you know, it's not. (Or at least not where I live). That would be next month. Although, honestly, this July has been pretty f***$%# hot.

As for me, sure! I'm always up for a good ice cream cone. My favorite? Well, there's that above. (Well, sort of. I'm not sure what the light brown is--coffee?) Anyway, you can't beat chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla. :) In my house we call it Neopolitan. It's always been that way because ....well, family reasons. Dad called it that, so it stuck. Turns out, the mix of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate probably really started in Naples, Italy. At least, according to Wikipedia. At any rate, I think it's pretty (excuse the pun here) cool. :)

Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the Antique Magic paranormal series and the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Steampunk romance Watchmaker's Heart. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.

*(photograph above by: eak_kkk/Pixabay)

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Saturday snaps, updates, and reading.

Sorry I have disappeared this week, guys.I've been working on three things at once and having some computer glitches. I will have a new site out shortly, and possibly a new blog link. I've also been working on a new story and reading. I've recently finished reading a new story by Jolene Dawe called Spirit Touched. It's awesome. :) You can see my little review for it on the new blog here.

And since y'all liked my picture from last week, here's another. A pretty magnolia (I think it's a magnolia), from another recent walk. I hope you like it.

Those little matchstick-like things at the bottom, might be little people living on the flower. ;) I don't think it's Whoville, but you never know.

For Saturday Snapshots by West Metro Mommy Reads' weekly meme. :) Have a great weekend!

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Friday, July 22, 2016

Spirit Touched by Jolene Dawe

Spirit Touched by Jolene Dawe

Spirit Touched
Jolene Dawe

Spirit Touched: A Calenya Summoner’s Tale by Jolene Dawe is an intense Dystopian tale of a priestess left to continue the work after the gods have abandoned her people. Calenya Summoner has been brought up into this world after its “End”. The gods have left the people to deal on their own with the strange, dangerous creatures of the night.

Some have even come to worship these nasty beings as if they were the gods themselves. Calenya knows better. She  and her brethren are the only ones with the knowledge and training to use the magic which keeps these beings at bay.

But there are some who have other ideas of how to cope, by making deals with darkness. When Calenya finds a potential Summoner about to be used as a sacrifice, can she save him? You’ll have to read to find out.

The world ended long ago, and most of the gods have left. Nightmares stalk the earth, and mortal creatures eke out a living the best they can, in small pockets scattered across the landscape. Only a small number of people, blessed by what few gods remain, stand between the creatures of the day and the monsters that plague the night.
Caleyna hoped for an uneventful patrol: walk the old roads, check in on villages, provide help where it was needed, and report in. Instead, there’s a swarm advancing on unsuspecting villagers, a fellow Summoner in need, and worse, her shadow has gone missing . . .

I enjoyed Spirit Touched, and couldn’t wait to find out what happened next! If I had one criticism *ducks* it was that I wanted more. 30 pages wasn’t enough of Calenya. (*gimmegimme*!) I hope that Ms. Dawe will continue the series soon-like because I’d certainly like to read the next installment in Calenya’s story! If you like dark, dystopian fantasy, especially those stories with a pagan bent, I think you will enjoy this story.If you’d like to check it out, it’s available at Amazon.

And…you can check out more about Jolene’s work at her site:

Review copy provided by the author.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

July 20--walking on the moon

Today is the anniversary of the first time Man walked on the Moon. For those of us Pisces, well, the moon's always been a favorite. :) That won't surprise you, I bet. I take lots of pictures of the moon, after all, and (though I do have some version of it that don't quite work for me) the Moon card in the Tarot is one of my favorites. I wish I'd been old enough to remember Neil Armstrong's walk, firsthand. Alas, no. But the moon's always fascinated me. I just love a full moon, don't you?

moon photo by Juli D. Revezzo; moon landing anniversary
Are you going to "Moon Gaze", tonight?

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

YT Pagan Challenge--Wheel of the Year

An early video in this year's YT Pagan challenge. Probably a little boring and yes, I was nervous about it, but I hope you enjoy it and find it informative.

Happy Full moon, by the way!

Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the Antique Magic paranormal series and the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Steampunk romance Watchmaker's Heart. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere.
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Wheel of the year image from Wallpaper Zone.

Freebie alert take two--Duke of A Gilded Age by Suzanne G. Rogers

For your reading pleasure, author Suzanne G. Rogers is sharing her fabulous Victorian Romance DUKE OF A GILDED AGE, for free today. Check it out on Amazon.


When American-born Wesley Parker inherits a dukedom in 1890, he must learn to be an aristocrat. Assigned to the task is his attorney’s daughter, prim Belle Oakhurst. As they travel to England together on a luxurious ocean liner, their tempestuous relationship encounters more than rough seas. Although Wesley is increasingly attracted to Belle, she is already engaged. While Belle begins to regret her hasty promise to marry, she is bound by honor and duty to keep her pledge. Furthermore, a thoughtless fabrication on her part threatens to expose her as a liar. Neither Wesley nor Belle can foresee that their voyage across the Atlantic will be fraught with peril, and will cost more than one man his life.

If you'd like to add it to your TBR's you can pick up your copy at Amazon.


Juli D. Revezzo has written the Victorian romance novel WATCHMAKER'S HEART. Check it out at Amazon. and in audiobook Audible

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Interview at Book Musings

 I keep meaning to post this, but you see, I get into my blog and find all these interesting posts by my friends and get totally distracted.

 My interview at BookMusings; Druid Warrior's Heart; Juli D. Revezzo

So, before I forget again, a while back (well, three months, now), I was interviewed about my previous release Druid Warrior's Heart, at a little zine called BookMusings, if you'd like to check it out, it's here: And if you're inclined to, I'm sure Rebecca would appreciate some looksees at the rest of her reviews and articles. She's awesome. Do check BookMusings out. :)    

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Sunbeam streets–#photography

Thought I'd share another of my latest pictures--a little more outdoors, this time.

Begin the fireworks onslaught and a new book!

(Why yes, that title is darkly tongue in cheek. Also, I'm at a loss as to why the blog layout takes up only 1/3 of the screen when, you know, there's so much blank space to be utilized. We hates blank space, precious!)

Okay, in case you have not seen, the next book in the Antique Magic series has released!



For antique shop owners Caitlin and Trevor Fulmer, the intrusion of gods and ghosts is an unfortunate daily occurrence. After a young girl offers Caitlin a gold locket, however, she can’t help but notice it’s oozing with paranormal energy. 

More significantly, the locket’s owner is surrounded by Otherworld spirits. Caitlin recognizes in the girl all the signs of a budding witch in the midst of a dangerous crisis.

Can she and her covenmates protect the girl and assist her in embracing her powers, before those beyond the veil extract their revenge?

Also, the fireworks seem to be continuing since July 4th was only two weeks ago, why not? Oh joy.
(Not that I don't like fireworks, they just tend to go on and on and on....don't they? Or is that just my neck of the woods?)

Anywho, if you’d like to check it out, the brand spanking new novel MOURNING DOVE LOCKET is available now at Amazon and, and for all other worldwide Amazon stores: here, also: Barnes and Noble, Itunes, and for Kobo, you can also pick up a copy for your e-reader via Smashwords, and in paperback from Createspace.

And if you read it, and if you enjoy it, reviews are incredibly important to authors (especially at Amazon) so please do leave a review. Even a short: "I enjoyed this book because...." is review enough.

Have a good week, and be safe out there, ya'll.

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Queen Maeve Tea from TheForest Witch

Unboxed my tea sample from TheForestWitch

Of course, I couldn't pass up something named for Maeve. It looks so pretty, lots of colors to the tea. :)
tea sample
Mia blogged about the tea on her blog here and you can see better pictures of it there. Another great thing about TheForestWitch is that Mia was great about answering all my curious questions about her blends.

Granted, I drink more coffee, than tea, but one of my grandmothers was a big tea drinker. I think, today, in her honor, she would've approved of this cup of tea. :) I've since ordered more, and  finished that off (and need more,Mia! I need more!) I can say, yes, I really like this tea!

If you'd like to try it out, Queen Maeve's tea is available here:

Juli D. Revezzo is the author of the historical fantasy FRIGGA'S LOST ARMY, the Gothic fantasy romance LADY OF THE TAROT, now available in Audiobook from Audible and in ebook and paperbackMOURNING DOVE LOCKET, the latest in the Antique Magic paranormal series, also the Celtic Stewards Chronicles fantasy romance series, as well as the Victorian Romances WATCHMAKER'S HEART--now available in audiobook (as well as ebook and paperback), HOUSE OF DARK ENVY, among others. Her books are available at Amazon and elsewhere

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Blog tour: Rubicon International Books 1and 2 by paranormal romanceauthor Ann Gimpel

It's my pleasure to welcome best selling paranormal romance/romantic suspense author Ann Gimpel to our little home today. She's come to tell us a little about her Rubicon International series, and its mysterious men!

Thanks so much for inviting me to your blog today. One of the best parts of these virtual tours is all the new-to-me blogs I discover along the way.

You’d requested a post about how I conceived Rubicon International. It’s actually an interesting story. Once upon a time, I wrote for a series of small presses. Over the course of two dozen plus books, I learned a whole lot. Enough to branch out on my own. Meeting editors and cover artists helped greatly.

In any event, Garen began its life as Miranda’s Mate, The Company Store #1. Lars was Forever and a Day, The Company Store #2. Miranda was originally released by Liquid Silver Books and sold exceptionally well. Forever and a Day was a Hartwood book, and it didn’t sell as robustly, but that’s not unusual for a second book. Plus, six months elapsed between those two releases.

Once I knew I’d be getting my rights back, I gave those two books some hard thought and decided they needed more of a unifying concept. Toward that end, I began with a ten thousand-word foray into history focusing on Garen and Lars when they came to the Americas right before the Revolutionary War. I was intrigued by how their espionage business began, and they were more than willing to pony up details. Similarly to all my “publisher return” books, I was able to make this series richer and far more satisfying on so many levels.

Backtracking to Miranda’s Mate, the precursor to Garen. I was busy writing shifter romance then, and I’d written a short story, "The Wolf Next Door", that appeared in the 2/12 edition of Sounds of the Night from Sam’s Dot publishing. A secondary story written in the same world released in 10/12 in the anthology Sinister Seductions. That one was titled Wolf Bytes. I was fascinated by the blending of international espionage with shifter protagonists, so I spun the two short stories into a much longer story.

The result was first The Company Store books, and now Rubicon International.

People are already requesting a third book in this world, and there may well be one. My personal bent is not to write more than three books in any particular series, though. I worry about the characters and world growing stale. I have two more series releasing over the next few months. Once they’re off to a solid start, I might revisit Rubicon with a new adventure.

Thanks again for inviting me to guest post on your blog!

Thank you for being with us, Ann! It was a pleasure meeting you and learning about this series!


Rubicon International

Book One

Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press

55K words

Release Date: 6/14/16

Genre: Shifter Romantic Suspense

Undercover Shifter Bad Boys = Alphas With Serious Attitude

Tumble Across the Rubicon Into the Death-Riddled World of International Espionage

Book Description:

As an agent for an international espionage firm, Miranda has her hands more than full. Between secretly lusting after her boss, Garen, and making sure the dirty little secret about her double life as a wolf shifter remains hidden, she’s still a virgin at nearly thirty.

Sent to eliminate the head of a human trafficking organization in Amsterdam, she barely escapes with her life. Injured, frightened, and under attack the second her private jet lands in the U.S., she’s not certain where to turn.

Garen’s watched Miranda just as surreptitiously as she’s been eyeing him.

Unfortunately, the fact that she works for him is a showstopper. Plus, he has a few secrets of his own that have kept him single. When Miranda insists on heading up a covert operation, he can’t come up with a plausible reason to stop her. Watching her sprint headlong into danger damn near kills him. He wants to hold her, love her, protect her.

Miranda’s life is on the line. Will Garen risk exposure to save her?

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Excerpt from Garen:

The Gulfstream G280 shuddered as it banked hard right. Miranda Miller pushed one of the window blinds out of the way. Damn. Black as pitch outside the aircraft. She felt like warmed-over crap. Her mouth tasted sour, and her eyes were hot and gritty. She rubbed them and tallied how long it had been since she’d slept. At least two days. She reached for a Styrofoam cup in its no-spill metal holder, sloshed cold coffee around her mouth, and swallowed.

Her headset hummed. “Wakey, wakey, fraulein,” a heavily accented German voice rumbled. “We land at JFK as soon as the tower clears us.”

“What?” Fear sliced through her fatigue. “I told you we needed a smaller airport.”

“Sorry, fraulein. This one was closest. We are below recommended minimums on fuel.”

She considered asking the pilot why he hadn’t planned better but decided not to antagonize him. It was bad enough they were flying without a copilot—probably against FAA regulations. She had a dummied-up commercial pilot’s license tucked in her wallet under one of her many assumed names. Hopefully it matched the one on her phony passport. She hadn’t had time to check. If it came down to it, she’d been instructed to tell the tower she copiloted the flight.

As if he’d read her thoughts, the pilot’s next words were, “I need you to move into the cockpit, fraulein.”

“Alrighty. Give me a minute.”

“You do not have much more than that. I do not wish further difficulties with the U.S. authorities.”

Miranda wondered just what other problems the pilot might be referring to. She almost asked him, and then decided she didn’t really care. Her international security company engaged professionals. Most of them came from either the military or law enforcement and had checkered pasts. She unbuckled her seat belt and stumbled to her feet. Her crumpled, black pantsuit stank, but maybe only to her lycan senses. She hoped humans wouldn’t be able to smell stale blood.

A muffled chortle made its way past her lips. Maybe once anyone got a whiff of days old sweat, they’d give her a wide berth. Her body ached, especially her ribs where her target had slammed a lead pipe into her. She fingered her side and wondered if anything was broken. Not much you could do for ribs. They had to mend on their own.

A few steps took her to the tiny head in the rear of the aircraft. She splashed cold water on her face and winced when she took a good look at her scraped knuckles. Her target in Amsterdam—head of a worldwide human trafficking organization—had been much harder to eliminate than she’d expected. She’d needed her supernatural speed and strength—and her wolf form. One more face-dunking in cold water and she grabbed a towel to dry herself.

“Now, fraulein.” The jet shuddered again as its landing gear clicked into place.

The pilot sounded so exasperated, she rushed down the aisle and hurtled through the already-open cockpit door. He grabbed her arm and threw her into the empty seat.

“Watch it!” she snapped. Her upper lip pulled into a snarl. Claws pressed against the ends of her fingertips. Miranda struggled for control. Her wolf wanted to kill the human who’d manhandled her.

“Sorry.” The pilot’s voice was mild. She recognized compulsion beneath his words and wondered what the hell he was. “I do not wish to draw anyone’s attention,” he went on smoothly. “The rules regarding business-class jets are in constant flux.” He glanced at her with gray eyes that didn’t miss much. “Are you hurt?”

She nodded. “My assignment ran into unexpected snags.”

“Will you require medical attention before you proceed to the West Coast?”

She snorted. What a subtle way of asking if she’d been shot or stabbed. Lars Kinsvogel—or whatever his name really was—had obviously dealt with people like her before. Something he said caught her attention. “Won’t you be my pilot?”

He shook his head. “Someone fresh will relieve me.”

“Will I be able to stay aboard?”

He shot her an odd look. “Of course not. You must go through customs.”

She rolled her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line. “That’s why I wanted to land somewhere inland.”

His gray eyes narrowed to slits. “All flights from foreign destinations are subject to customs, no matter what the airport. Is this your first international assignment?”

Heat rose to her face. “No.” She was damned if she’d say anything else. She didn’t know him from Adam.

The radio crackled. The pilot responded in pilotese and banked the plane. “Flights from Europe are cleared to land at certain airports. With the fuel we have left, we could have landed in Philadelphia or Newark, but I have a feeling those two destinations would not meet your needs, either. What are you afraid of?”

Miranda wasn’t certain what she could tell him. Company policy was clear. Talk to no one. “Never mind.”

She thought about Garen, her boss and chairman for Rubicon International. She’d been half in love with his razor-sharp mind, lithe build, salt-and-pepper hair, and sky-blue eyes for years, but he didn’t see her as anything but a junior-grade agent. Rumor had it he scarcely acknowledged employees until they became full-fledged operatives. If her fellows were any indication, she had a way to go. At least a few more assignments. And then there was the problem of her being a lycan.

She sighed, and fantasies of Garen went up in smoke like they always did. It was nice to dream, but Miranda steered clear of men. Between her wolf side and her somewhat unorthodox career, intimate relationships carried too much risk of discovery. She relied on her fingers, a vibrator, and the occasional one-night stand to take the edge off her needs.

The jet banked yet again and dropped lower. Its wheels made contact, and the pilot hit the brakes. Because she wasn’t belted in, Miranda nearly plunged into the instrument cluster. Lars made an aggravated clucking sound, but he didn’t say anything. They taxied off the runway.

“Since I have to get off, I need to get my things together.”

“Wait until the aircraft comes to a complete stop, fraulein.”

He sounded so much like a bot, she stifled a laugh. The plane moved smoothly into an enclosed hangar. Once it rolled to a halt, she pushed out of her seat, returned to the passenger compartment, and unhooked her small duffel from the wall. Lars’ breath hissed against her ear. “Where are your weapons?”

“On me and in my bag.”

“Put everything in your bag. Clips separate.”

“I’m not that stupid.” She pulled a 9mm semiautomatic from its shoulder holster and punched the button to discharge its clip. She drew back the slide, extracted the chambered bullet, and stuffed it into the clip. Next came a snub-nosed .38 revolver and two knives. She spun the chamber to make certain all the bullets were out and then placed everything in locked gun cases in her carry-on.

Lars still stood practically on top of her. She met his gaze, noticing he was a few inches taller than her five feet eleven. “Yes?” She quirked a tired brow.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He settled his hands on her shoulders. She smelled his arousal and knew he had a hard-on without even looking.

“Christ! Not now.” She spun from beneath his grip. “Let’s just get through customs and allow whoever’s knocking to search the plane.”

“We will have some downtime in the terminal. At least an hour.” He sounded hopeful.

Miranda looked at him. Really looked at him. Lars was attractive in a Teutonic sort of way, with ice-blond hair and gray eyes. His trim body suggested he worked out. Interest flickered but then died. She shook her head. “I haven’t slept for forty-eight hours. I’m dead on my feet.”

“Why did you not sleep during the flight? The air was smooth.”

Good question. She’d wondered the same thing. “I have no idea. Too keyed up, I guess.”

He shouted something in German to whoever was pounding on the side of the jet and took her arm. “I will watch over you until you are safely back in the plane.”

She opened her mouth to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but something in his face stopped her. In that moment, she understood he was a trained operative just like her. His role this time around happened to be pilot, but she was certain he’d stood in her shoes before. “Which branch of the military trained you?”

He shook his head and let go of her arm. “It does not matter. Follow me, fraulein.”

She shouldered her duffel and walked to the rear cabin door. Lars had just sprung the locks. He spoke soothingly in German to an obviously agitated customs officer standing at the top of the stairs. The agent’s beady, black eyes settled on her. “Do you speak English?”

“Yes. Is there a problem, sir? It’s been a long flight, and both of us are tired. It took me a while to get my bag together.”

Nostrils flared, the agent looked intently at her and then stepped into the aircraft, waving them down the jet’s steps. “Customs is the last door at the north end of the hangar,” he barked. “Don’t even think of running. This hangar is locked and fully alarmed.”

Lars placed a hand beneath her elbow and guided her across a concrete floor. “It is best if we do not deviate from a straight line,” he muttered.

“Holy crap,” she said. “Why are they so uptight?”

He shrugged. “As you Americans say, it goes with the territory.” He grinned, displaying very white, very even teeth. “Everything we do and say between here and the customs area is filmed and recorded.”


Rubicon International

Book Two

Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press

63K words

Release Date: 6/28/16

Genre: Shifter Romantic Suspense

Undercover Shifter Bad Boys = Alphas With Serious Attitude

Tumble Across the Rubicon Into the Death-Riddled World of International Espionage

Book Description:

Tamara MacBride has a much bigger problem than hiding her shifter side from the world. By the skin of her teeth, and with a smattering of Irish luck, she manages to kill her sister’s murderer. Escaping from the scene of the crime is much harder than she anticipated. Just when she thinks she might be safe, her cab driver shrieks and slumps over the wheel.

An unknown assailant terminates Lars Kinsvogel’s target. Pleased by the outcome—after all dead is dead—he exchanges the glitz of Monte Carlo for a nearby airport, intent on collecting the private plane he left there. He’s no sooner arrived when a cab jumps the curb, and he races over to investigate. There’s not much he can do for the cabbie, but his passenger is still very much alive.

Trying to hustle Tamara out of the cab is tough. She’s frozen by fear, but when Lars lays out the rest of his plan to move her out of danger’s path, her temper flares. He can’t leave her alone in Monte Carlo. Can he convince her to trust him in time to save her life?

Excerpt from Lars:

Lars Kinsvogel sucked in an annoyed breath. Anxiety and greed thickened the air in Monte Carlo’s Place de Casino, and he stifled a choking sound. Damn his hypersensitive shifter senses. If it weren’t for them, the desperation hovering around him wouldn’t be quite so palpable. Casinos were always like this, though, a haven for the rash and reckless. What had likely begun as a harmless pastime turned into hardcore addiction for an unfortunate few, forcing them to return again and again despite diminishing returns.

Hope springs eternal. All the poor sods need is one more spin of the wheel, another hand of cards… Lars glanced up, right into the croupier’s beady gaze.

“Would monsieur like to place a bet?” The croupier grinned with all the warmth of a hammerhead shark, displaying a mouthful of bad teeth. What was it with the French and their aversion to dentistry? Lars shook his head and made shooing motions with one hand. He’d have to either join the baccarat game soon or move on, but he could get away with loitering for a few more minutes without drawing undue attention to himself.

His target, a powerfully built man with features revealing Chinese ancestry, had an arm slung around a striking brunette. Maybe she was one of the hookers who worked the casino circuit, or maybe she was a steady thing for the man.

Lars considered it and decided she could be both. Around five feet eight, she had a lush, curvy body, dark hair cut into a stylish bob that fell a few inches past her shoulders, and memorable eyes the color of a restless ocean. A short, black sheath hugged her like a second skin. Open nearly to her waist, it displayed half her full breasts. Even though Lars’ appraisal was surreptitious, he forced his gaze elsewhere. The woman was sex incarnate, and he didn’t need anything diverting him from his objective.

Jaret Chen pressed chips into his companion’s hand and urged her to pick a number. He gave one of her breasts a familiar squeeze, which earned him a smile, perfectly rouged lips stretching over impossibly straight teeth—and a slight shake of her head. Color stained her tanned skin. Lars realized he was looking at the woman again, wondering how her breasts would feel beneath his fingers. She seemed uncomfortable with Jaret’s frank exploration of her body, so she probably wasn’t a pro. For some unexplained reason, Lars felt relieved. The woman was too elegant to earn her living lying on her back.

He snorted to himself and studied the flashing display above the baccarat table. Maybe the woman wasn’t French. That might explain her perfect teeth—and her discomfort with having her body mauled in public. At least she held Jaret’s attention. So far the drug dealer hadn’t spared him so much as a sidelong glance. Lars had never met the man, but knew a great deal about him from an extensive dossier provided by Rubicon International. Deeply involved in the heroin trade from the Middle East, across the Mediterranean, and into Europe, Jaret was one of the principals in a large operation—and Lars’ current target.

He sized the man up. Maybe six feet, he had a barrel chest. Strongly muscled arms strained against the fabric of his cream-colored, silk dress shirt. His art deco tie had been loosened. Dark eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and straight dark hair cut short blended with his business attire. For all intents and purposes, he was indistinguishable from the phalanx of wealthy—and wannabe wealthy—men circulating through the casino. Lars glanced at his own cream-colored silk shirt and black linen pants. With the exception that his tie was still firmly knotted, he and Jaret were dressed as twins.

Guess neither of us wanted to stick out in anyone’s memory.

Lars glanced at his Rolex. Close to midnight and time to move on. He’d seen enough. Now it was a matter of figuring out where and when to strike. These things always went more smoothly when he was close to invisible. He melted into the crowd and made his way outside. The casino fronted the French Riviera, and Lars stood looking out at the Mediterranean for long moments. The water was quiet tonight, waves barely slapping the white sand beach. His cell phone, set on silent, vibrated against his hip, and he tugged it from a pocket to look at the display.

Private. Damn! Could be anyone.

Lars punched the answer icon, held the phone to his ear, and waited. No need to say anything until he knew who was on the other end.

“Are you somewhere you can talk?”

Lars inhaled sharply as Garen LeRochefort’s voice came through the phone’s speaker.

Another shifter, Garen had founded Rubicon International with Lars hundreds of years before. The mechanics of the spy game had changed drastically between the late seventeen hundreds and modern times, but the basics—kill or be killed—hadn’t altered much. Everyone who worked for Rubicon International was some type of shifter. Lars’ animal form was a mountain lion, Garen’s a wolf.

Lars loped farther down the beach until he cleared several couples engaged in deep, hungry kisses before responding. “What has happened?” Something must have, or Garen wouldn’t have risked contact.

“You need to leave.”

“But I have not—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Garen cut in. “I’ll explain when you’re back in the office on a fully encrypted line.”

Lars thought about his twin engine Piper Seneca waiting at the Nice airport, twenty-four kilometers from Monte Carlo. It gave him freedom to come and go, and was much cheaper to operate than the business class jets he also owned. “Maybe I could still—”

“No!” The one word thundered so loud, Lars moved the phone away from his ear. “Don’t even go back to your room.” Garen hesitated. “Old friend. Trust me on this.” The line went dead.

Lars stared at the iPhone’s display and dropped the device back into his pocket. He’d been compromised. He wasn’t certain quite how, and a part of him was curious as hell. He kept walking, swinging in a wide circle to head back toward the Hotel de Paris. Garen had said not to return to his room, but if he was careful, maybe he could learn something critical that would help their side.

“Ja, forewarned is forearmed,” he muttered.

Keycard in hand, he let himself into a side door of the rambling old structure, got his bearings, and started cautiously up a stairwell. His suite was on the second floor, at the very end of the wing facing the Mediterranean. He’d always loved the old hotel with its thick, patterned carpets and antique lighting and furnishings. Staying next to the walls, he used a bit of shifter magic to cast a don’t look here spell. It wouldn’t keep someone determined from seeing him, but it didn’t require much magic, either.

He entered the second floor a few doors from his own and scanned the empty hallway, his senses on high alert. Midnight was early in Monte Carlo, a city where people frequently stayed up through dawn and slept the day away, so he fully expected to see other guests, but the hall was mercifully empty. He padded silently toward his door and examined it, wishing he’d set a trap. He inhaled, trying to sort scents, but there were too many to make sense of. He could leave, just walk away like Garen had almost ordered him to, but Lars had never been a coward, and he was more intrigued than frightened. He’d spent years worming his way out of dicey situations. This was just one more, and he was damned if he’d walk away from his things. Not unless he had to.

He took a deep breath, tugged his guaranteed-not-to-set-off-metal-detectors .32 caliber revolver from its ankle holster, and shoved the key card into the slot in the door. A tiny electric motor hummed before the deadbolt snicked out of the way. He turned the latch, kicked the door open, and pivoted from side to side, scanning the sitting room of his suite, gun at the ready. Lars waited in the doorway, barely breathing, and then he heard a muted click, followed by an unmistakable whirr, and knew.

A bomb.

He cursed in German, not knowing if he was more annoyed with the turn of events or with himself for not taking Garen’s advice and getting the hell out of there.

* * * *

Tamara MacBride pushed the betting chips back into Jaret’s hand. “Sure and I’m not feeling like wagering just now,” she murmured. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

He shot her an odd look. “But you like to gamble.”

You only think I do.

“Something we had for supper didn’t quite settle. Would you mind if I sat somewhere?” She swayed a bit on her feet to make her statement more realistic and sent a weak smile his way. In truth, she was a bit nauseated. Between sweat and greed, the air in the casino stank of humanity’s darker side. Expensive colognes added a queer edge, their rich scents intensifying as their owners’ anxiety rose. If she hadn’t been a shifter, she might not have noticed, at least not as much. So far, she’d done a decent job hiding what she was from Jaret. She aimed to keep things that way.

He ran a thick index finger down the bare skin between her breasts. “We could return to our rooms.”

She crinkled her face in what she hoped looked like an apology and did her best to ooze regret. “Better wait until my tummy settles.” He was arrogant enough, he had no idea how repulsive she found him. Thank all the bloody saints, she’d managed to keep any sexual activities between them tamped down to nothing because of his heroin habit. According to a bit of Internet research, she supposed he could probably get hard, but the drug suppressed orgasms. At least so far, he’d been much more interested in his next shot of dope and drifting into an opiate-induced dreamy void than in bothering her for sex.

Jaret returned his attention to the baccarat table. “I’ll just be over there.” She pointed to a row of padded Louis Fourteenth chairs with bowed legs. Jaret nodded absently. His pupils were very small, so he was still fully under the influence of his last shot. That meant she had at least a couple of hours before he’d need to leave the casino.

Tamara tottered to a chair on ridiculously high heels. They made her feet ache, but Jaret liked it when she dressed like a fancy woman and pleasing him was high on her list. She settled onto the plush seat and slipped her shoes off. A waiter stopped and arched an inquiring brow. Nodding pleasantly at him, she ordered club soda. Rubbing the bridge of her nose between two fingers, she made a grab for her courage. So far, her plan had gone off without a hitch. The only thing left was to finish things off.

The waiter handed her drink over, along with a bowl of salted nuts, and she set both on a nearby chair. The ebb and flow of noise in the crowded room eddied around her. A quick glance at Jaret reassured her that he was still deeply engrossed in gambling—his second favorite addiction, right after heroin. He didn’t care much for women, other than as window dressing and so the other men would see him as some sort of stud.

About the Author:

Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients, now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality. When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with her camera. She’s published over 30 books to date, with several more planned for 2016 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and wolf hybrids round out her family.

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Twitter: @AnnGimpel

Sounds intriguing, Ann! Good luck with the series. And thank you, again, for being my guest.

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Saturday, July 9, 2016

A look at The Artist's Inheritance #SummerWinterSale2016

Here's a little glimpse of my paranormal novel, THE ARTIST'S INHERITANCE. This book is part of the Smashwords Summer Sale so I thought I'd give you a little glimpse at it (If you've not seen it yet). Enjoy!

The Artist's Inheritance, Juli D. Revezzo, page 1, witch fiction, paranormal, fantasy, pagan fiction

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Friday, July 8, 2016

Things intelligent people say....

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Oh.Oops. Excuse me. I beg the apologies of my gentler audience who are oh so offended by the F word. But you know what? According to this F$%!*!%& article, those of us who swear a F$%!*!%& blue streak are ....

intelligent. Who knew? Don't believe me? Go F$%!*!%& read this:

I'll eventually return you to the non-cussing version of me (stop laughing back there, my family) for the next post. *cheeky grin* Sometimes, though, ya just gotta say it! ;)

(Sorry if I gave any offense. I hope I gave you a laugh, though. My part of this post here was a tongue in cheek jab, by the way. But the article is real).

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Friday, July 1, 2016

Smashwords Site-Wide July #Sale including my #paranormal book The Artist’s Inheritance and #PNR book Changeling’s Crown #discount

Just wanted to pop in here and announce I've got two books in the Smashwords summer Sale.

First,The Artist's Inheritance:

The balance between good and evil can be an art... or a curse.
Trevor and Caitlin were once happy newlyweds, profiting from Trevor's art. Until Trevor inherits his brother's house, and with it, his part of a family curse. Now, Caitlin will stop at nothing to save her beloved husband from insanity and suicide, even if it means becoming a witch.

If you’d like to get yourself a copy (of the ebook versions, all readers) for some summer reading, go to Smashwords, here, and use the code SSW25 at checkout for 25% off during their site-wide promotion!
The Smashwords sale is over but the book is still available at Amazon.

And for those of you who want something a little more fun for your summer reading…(again in ebook)
Changeling’s Crown.

When Ianthe began her career in Everland as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.

But why?

Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.

Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?

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