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Monday, June 10, 2013

Guest Post with Author Traci Douglass

Today I would like to welcome author Traci Douglass to RFTC. Traci is celebrating the release of her newest book, Seal of Surrender and has stopped by to chat. Please give Traci a warm welcome.

Traci is the author of paranormal/urban fantasy and contemporary romances featuring a sly, urban edge, including her current Seven Seals series. Her stories feature sizzling alpha-male heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes; smart, independent heroines who always give as good as they get; and scrumptiously evil villains who are—more often than not—bent on world destruction. She enjoys weaving ancient curses and mythology, modern science and old religion, and great dialogue together to build red-hot, sizzling chemistry between her main characters.

Traci is an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Writers (FF&P) and is pursing a Masters of Fine Arts degree in Writing Popular Fiction through Seton Hill University. Her stories have made the final rounds in several RWA chapter contests, including the 2012 Duel on the Delta, the 2012 Molly Awards, and the 2012 Catherine Awards. An earlier draft of Seal of Destiny won the paranormal category of the 2012 Marlene Awards sponsored by the Washington Romance Writers.

Other current projects include upcoming books in the Seven Seals series and a new futuristic suspense series with hints of the paranormal and plenty of romance.

Places to find Traci:

Hi All!

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today!

Because my Seven Seals Series deals with the Apocalypse - or the prevention thereof - I got to thinking about music dealing with The End. Yes, I have too much time on my hands… LOL!

My Top 5 End Times Playlist:

1. R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)


2. Europe - The Final Countdown


3 . Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear The Reaper


4. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive


5. Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising




Love, like War, will always find a way…

War has shaped every aspect of Irena Soldan's life—her childhood, her work, her DNA. Unaware she is the genetic host of the second Seal of the Apocalypse, Irena battles for those who cannot fight for themselves. As a top human-rights operative for The Omega Consortium, her company provides both the financial backing required to undertake her task and a charismatic, publicity-loving boss to promote her cause. Life proceeds on plan for Irena until a mysterious, sexy stranger arrives claiming to be her guardian and Irena's path takes a sudden, inauspicious turn for both the erotic and the lethal.

Chago has always been the quiet one amongst his warrior Scion brethren—the brooding, Spanish combat expert with a hidden soft side. A member of Divinity's covert special forces, he's protected humanity for more than a millennium. Still, his greatest joy comes not from the battlefield, but from tending the cattle herd on his remote Montana ranch.

Irena's new assignment takes her straight to the heart of a bloody civil conflict in Sub-Saharan Africa and Chago's mission demands he follow. Expecting a seething cauldron of female whoop-ass, he instead discovers a harbinger of peace amidst a world of ever-increasing violence. The explosively tense situation is further magnified by the cunning Omega Consortium leader, his ambiguous personal agenda, and an ancient foe whose audacious rise to power threatens the world's very existence.

Despite the cataclysmic circumstances, an undeniable attraction ignites between Chago and Irena. Together, they must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Seals and discover her employer's ulterior plans before they both become casualties of War. Soon, both are forced to choose between a past riddled with old torments or risk everything they treasure on a love capable of defeating evil incarnate.

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Irena dropped her gaze and took a sudden interest in her shoes. Funny. She'd been asking herself the same question all night. “And Drake is not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, so he's just your sex buddy then?”

“He is not my sex buddy!” Her sexual affairs were none of this man's damn business anyway. Why should he care who she slept with? Still, she couldn't seem to stop the excuses. “He was ... available.”

Cringe. Her overloud pronouncement echoed through the vacant lobby. The words sounded crass, cheap. Things she'd never meant to imply. How could she tell a man she'd met only hours before about the terror of the bombing raids? About the deep, gnawing loss she'd experienced when the Burmese school had been struck by mortar fire. About the unquenchable need to reaffirm life. Those were things he couldn't possibly comprehend.

The elevator arrived and they both hustled inside. Chago reached to push the button then returned to his corner, his arms crossed and gaze averted. Irena shuffled uncomfortably in her own space and tried to pretend his presence didn't disturb the hell out of her.

“Look, I'm not easy with my affections, okay?” Shit. There went her mouth again. She didn't owe this man any explanation for her behavior. So why couldn't she stop talking? “When you've seen the things I have, you need some kind of life affirmation to keep going.”

“Hmmm. Is that what they're calling it these days?”
Irena glanced up to find him focused on the ceiling. She returned to studying the carpet.
“Look. I'm a man of war. I understand the need to affirm life.” Chago sighed, stepping closer to rest his hand on the wall beside her head. “But what occurred in that office was not affirming anything except the fact Drake Benedict is a supreme ... douchebag.”

Her bottled-up stress erupted into a catharsis of giggles. To hear such an intimidating guy call her boss a douchebag had been the highlight of Irena's disastrous evening. His poleaxed expression only made Irena laugh harder. Soon helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. “I—I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about the look on Drake's face when you came out of the closet. Priceless!”

He studied her for several moments before cracking a smile of his own. “You really do have shitty taste in men.”

“Beware, mister.” She chucked him on the arm, her giggles subsiding. “For a minute downstairs, I thought you were pretty hot too.”

His gaze narrowed. “Hot?”
“Don't worry. The minute has now passed.” “Maybe your taste is improving, querida.”

Chago moved closer and grasped her chin, raising her gaze to his. His thumb traced over her lips and incited a tingle that nosedived straight between her legs.

Irena's pulse raced and her throat went arid. The scent of his aftershave, cassis and vanilla, surrounded her. He hovered, allowing her an opportunity to break free. When she didn't move, Chago closed the miniscule gap between them and his lips brushed softly over hers.


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