Hi everyone, it’s Lizzie.
I know, I haven’t posted in a long time. Sorry. I just got lazy. Not going to happen again. The mistress has been busy and so you need to know what is going on here. She has a new book out, See How They Die. It was previously published with another publisher but is now with The Dark Castle Lords Publishing. I really think you will love it! It is a dark paranormal romantic suspense. Hmmm hope I got that right. I was reading off the back.
Here is a little piece of it for you to read.
“Look, I’m not going to Casper with you. I’ll email you every single detail from the dreams as soon as I can write them down.” Rhi waited, but all he did was smile and shake his head. “Then you’re going to have to arrest me.” She schooled her face to hide the panic that washed over her and jerked the two ends of the towel tighter across her legs.
“Can’t,” was all he said. His eyes never left her, kicking her anxiety level up a notch or two.
“What do you mean you can’t? Can’t what?” Rhi had a bad feeling she wasn’t going to like this answer.
“I’m not an officer of any type of law, so I can’t arrest you.” His dark eyes still held their promise of danger, his face void of any expression. Finally, he moved off the bed, stretching to his full height before slowly approaching her.
Rhi’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him draw nearer. Caught in the chair with a towel barely covering her, she had nowhere to run. Her only choice would be to drop the towel and break for the door, but she wouldn’t even consider that option. When he leaned over her, snagging her panties with two fingers from the back of the chair, she sank deeper. His face never registered the first hint of emotion, but his eyes grew impossibly darker as he slowly lowered the silky scrap of cloth into her lap.
“You’re going to Casper.” He caught her eyes with his and she couldn’t look away no matter how much she tried. “Unless you’d rather stay here with me as your roommate.” Leaning forward, he placed a hand on both arms of the chair, smiling with that predator smile, more teeth than lips.
It wasn’t a particularly friendly smile, but one holding the promise of something deliciously wicked. Rhi nervously moistened her lips, still unable to tear her eyes from his, and tried to keep from sinking any deeper into the chair.
“At least in Casper you’ll have a room all to yourself.”
Dear God, she groaned to herself. That smile was a dangerous thing. When it wasn’t all teeth, being dangerous, it turned his dark eyes into fiery pits promising every exquisite torture a woman’s body could ever crave. Everything inside her wanted to find out what just one of those delicious tortures would feel like, but she knew better. The crackling energy around him seemed alive with a mind of its own, telling her even though a taste would be worth it, she’d likely get burned in the end.
You can see this and buy it at: http://www.thedarkcastlelords.com
The mistress is working on book Three of Tales of the Cat right now. The hero…I’m not supposed to tell, but I will anyway…His name is Usher. Do you remember him as the guard in Leopard Dreams? Anyway, more on that as I get a peak over her shoulder.
Nice and pretty outside again. I spend part of my day sunning on the back patio with Little Bit. The little mischief maker, Tippsy goes off hunting all day. We don’t see much of her during the day. Temperatures are just right if they would only stay in the upper 70’s we would all be happy. Well, best go now before the mistress finds me on her computer again. She doesn’t like it when I get cat hair on the keyboard. 
Talk to you again soon.
Lizzie