Guest Post with Author Moriah Densley and Giveaway

Today I would like to welcome author Moriah Densley to RFTC. Moriah is currently on tour promoting her book The Valkyrie's Guardian, and has stopped by to chat. Please give Moriah a warm welcome.

2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. Moriah lives in Las Vegas with her husband.

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Paranormal characters kiss differently than mere mortals.

“Well, duh,” you say. My debut novel was a Victorian-era historical, and the characters behaved themselves, comparatively speaking. Didn’t take long for me to realize my berserker and valkyrie characters should have an entirely different experience.

Jack MacGunn the immortal berserker has night vision, telepathy, and an elevated body temperature. Cassie channels electricity, and tumultuous emotions set her off. Not to mention both of them could bench-press a freight train.

Here’s my first attempt at a kissing scene. Do you agree it’s too “human?”

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Jack leaned into the aisle, grasped the side of her neck with one tense, heated hand, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then once more, gently, teasing her with a wicked but tender roll of his lips. Ever so lightly he traced across her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and a dozen alarms went off all over her body. His kaleidoscope hazel eyes flashed with that iridescent glow-in-the-dark energy she’d noticed earlier when his anger flared. Without a word he leaned back and continued driving, watching the channel for traffic.

The shock wore off, but her heart still kicked in a frenzied rhythm. She could swear there was a magnetic heat wave in the forty-four inches of space between their seats. Jack seemed oblivious to the flash of heat, but it consumed her, burning hottest at the top of her head, her fingertips, and a few places she didn’t dare scrutinize. Cassie couldn’t resist the urge to press a finger to her lips—on fire!—and her pulse throbbed there. For a weak moment, she wondered if she would pass out, over one brief kiss. She’d never live it down.

A few minutes later she dared ask, “Care to explain that one, Jack?”

“No.”

She stared at the stubborn line of his jaw, the tingling massaged sensation still fresh on her skin from the scrape of his whiskers. She would never look at his morning scruff again without conjuring the memory.


Now here’s what happened when I took Jack and Cassie’s paranormal traits into account. Senses are heightened, through telepathy their thoughts mingle, so sensation is very vivid for them. I tried to make it true to (superhero) life, and more distinctively paranormal. Did it work?

Cassie tried to inhale, but a gasp caught in her throat as a tide swept over her—intense charged heat. Whatever Jack had been holding back in his thoughts he unleashed inside her mind.

Her knees buckled. Rough pulses of physiological nerve candy stroked her from the inside out. A scream rose in her throat—she tried to warn him it was too much. His hands smoothed along her sides, spreading the sensation evenly so she could handle it. Then he kneaded her skin with a gentle brutality that made her crazy, hungry, wild. The shocking sensation settled into thrumming, glowing warmth.

He probably didn’t know the words he muttered against her neck were in Gaelic. She breathed a slow, deep draught of the delectable scent radiating from his skin. It concentrated over his pulse, and she couldn’t quit burying her nose in it. Better than baking bread, better than fresh cut pine, rubbed leather, crushed mint, roasted almonds, motorboat exhaust—she couldn’t stand it, she had to taste him.

Tangy, spicy, strong, wild . . . More. Again. Driving her insane. The provocative steel-silk texture of his skin on her tongue, the whiskers on his jaw rasping her lips—instant addiction. So the masses of ogling females were right: Jack MacGunn was good enough to eat.


And that’s just the kissing scene, dear Readers.

“Augmented strength, lightning weapon, chronic PMS – you’re a valkyrie, Cass.”

You might call them superheroes. “Extra-sentients” are one in 4.5 million with the extraordinary ability to unlock the full potential of the mind.

Cassiopeia Noyon is descended from the most powerful known extra-sentient, but she’s a dud – no impressive talents except a healing ability which lands her in trouble. She’s all wrong for Jack MacGunn, her dazzling immortal berserker bodyguard.

Cassiopeia Noyon has a medical degree at age twenty-one, which makes her a total loser … for an extra-sentient with merely superhuman strength and healing powers but not much else. Cassie may not even be immortal, which is a downer since the man she’s adored since age six, is.

Jack MacGunn is King of the Bad Pick-Up Line. A true blue kilt-wearing, pipe-playing Scot descended from a long line of berserker warriors; if he’s awake, he’s either hungry or itching for a fight. Lately Jack feels lost. His career as a Navy SEAL detachment agent is on a slow train to nowhere. He suspects it has something to do with his out-of-control superhuman rages.

The one task Jack has never failed at is guarding Cassie from their enemies, but now he fears he can’t protect her from himself. Even if they could go a single day without fighting, Jack knows he’ll never be good enough for her. The boss’ granddaughter is off-limits anyway.

A chance encounter with a villain long assumed dead sends Jack and Cassie on a race to save the children secreted away at Network One, the academy for genius extra-sentients. Jack discovers a new side of Cassie when in the heat of combat she invokes unheard-of powers. Has Jack finally met his match?

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