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Sexy To Go, Volume 6

       Eleven new, sexy stories      

      Including

             Dreamwalker: Dream Date

            by Pamela Moran

       *****

Dreamwalker Lee Jacobs needs answers to who shot him, to who wanted him dead. Can a dream date with sexy Dr. Brynn Keegan, a researcher at the Lucid Dream Center, help him find the answers? Or will that date only lead to murder?      
*****

 

The closeup photo of the woman, caught looking over her left shoulder towards the undercover photographer, lay on top of the stack of other photos on the desktop where Lee Jacobs had tossed them.

Lee leaned back in his chair, rubbed both hands over his face then linked his fingers behind his neck. His gaze locked on the photo.

He knew this woman.

A sense of anxiety, and maybe a hint of annoyance, filled her light blue eyes. Blonde hair, pulled back into a loose tail with a clip at her neck, framed an oval face. She could be anywhere from thirty to forty. Smooth, pale skin. Beautiful in an extremely classic manner.

Cool. Regal. Distant.

Dr. Brynn Keegan.

Researcher at LDRC, the Lucid Dreaming Research Center.

From the base of his head, he pushed his fingers upwards through his close cropped hair, careful of the still tender wound along the top right side of his skull.

Why the hell couldn’t he place Dr. Keegan in his memory?

The woman worked with Tessa Logan, his buddy and fellow Dreamwalker, Cole Pierce’s friend. Tessa was actually the reason this dossier even existed. Weird happenings at the facility. Tessa involved Cole, who involved him.

Lee rotated his shoulders.

Not like he had much else to do, considering his other choice consisted of staying home and staring out the window. No active duty. No idea for how long.

Damn doctors. Damn boss who listened to the damn doctors.

 Lee pushed the photos further away.

And damn gorgeous doctor he knew he should know but met a solid ass brick wall inside his head.

He glanced at the photo, narrowed in on her eyes. 

Icy.

*****

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            *****

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Eleven sexy, new stories in Sexy to Go, Volume Five

Volume Five includes

Dreamwalker: This Time

by Pamela Moran


Something is stalking Tessa's dreams. Is Cole, her Dreamwalker ex-lover, willing to risk his heart to save her, or has that bridge been completely burnt to ashes?

*****

Fog swirled in the gloominess, its tendrils stretching and wrapping around Tessa’s legs. She stood on a hill overlooking a wide valley littered with dim lights in the distance.

This was a dream.

Only a dream.

She rotated her shoulders and tried to ignore the throb in her left arm. In daylight hours, the gash had appeared as an old scar. But she’d never been hurt there. Except in last night’s nightmare.

Now, the wound ached as if new.

Only a dream.

This didn’t mean a damn thing.

She settled on the ground, arms around her bent knees. High ground. Above everything. Away from everything. The better to see anyone or anything approaching.

At least that was her working theory.

Her regular day had been intense. That sense of being followed had strengthened to the point she’d wondered if she’d picked up yet another stalker. In spite of what she’d told Cole in his dream the night before, she didn’t feel as if she’d overreacted.

Someone or something followed her.

And she had no idea why.       

Sleep terrified her.

She’d kept the lights in her bedroom on and had stayed awake as long as she could, but obviously had succumbed.

Just a dream.

A low growl from somewhere behind her sent shivers up her spine and coursing through her blood.

Wake up.

Not working. Okay, then. She was a damn researcher. Find the logic.

This was a damn dream and whatever owned that growl couldn’t hurt her.

Her arm throbbed.

Right.

Logic didn’t work in dreams.

The fog thickened. Coiled around her body. Coldness seeped through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and even the heavier denim of her jeans.

She swallowed once. Wake up.

Fur, rough and bristly, brushed her right arm then slid behind her to rub against her left arm.

Crap.

Her movements slow, she angled her head to glance at the ground to her side.

Yellow eyes blazed from the darkness, held her gaze. A warm wetness scraped her arm, like damp sandpaper. Or a big cat’s tongue.

Cole! The scream stuck in her throat.

She squeezed her eyes closed.

“Shh. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Cole’s words whispered against her ear. His arms tightened around her. “I have you.”

Brightness pressed against her eyelids and she opened her eyes a slit. Light shone from a lamp in the corner. No shadows. No fog. No big cat, or whatever the hell it was, wanting to devour her.

Shakes racked her body.

“Hey.” Cole rubbed his big hands up and down her arms. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Safe. She nodded. Kept nodding. Lord, she had to move. Adrenaline spiked. She pushed out of Cole’s arms. Shoved her hands through her hair.

Swung around to face him.

God, he was still so damn handsome. So appealing. So hard to resist. Those shadowed eyes. So full of concern and caution.

Could she blame him?

For the concern or the caution?

She spun away.

Safe.

Yes, she was safe here. Had always found safety with Cole.

Her rock.

Back when. Before her own demons had gotten in her way. In their way.

 *****

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Volume Six, available on June 30th, is up right now for PRE-ORDER!

*****

 

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Sexy to Go has ten great stories this month!

 

Volume Four includes Dreamwalker: Touched

by Pamela Moran

Sent to protect a local lawman from a Cartel Dreamwalker, FBI agent Shaye Taggart is shocked to find the tables turned as sexy Sheriff Hawkins walks right into her dreams.

*****

Everett Hawkins stood in the open door of the local diner. He ignored the siren scent of fresh baked bread and instead took his time scanning the interior. 

Three in the afternoon and the place was still packed. This is what notoriety will get you. Small, Southern town. Murder. Mexican cartel. People were curious. Curious enough to make the trip. Meant lots of press.

And people of the press.

He was sick of them all.

A tall, willowy redheaded woman bumped into him. “Excuse me.”

He glanced down at her. Took a second look. Blue eyes, as blue as his favorite lake on a bright spring afternoon, stared up at him. Big, blue eyes with a bare hint of challenge.

Great. Another reporter.

He frowned at her.

Her chin lifted but one side of her mouth tilted upwards and a slight sparkle lit those eyes. “You’re blocking the door, Sheriff.”

The other part of notoriety. His face all over the damn place. Even without a uniform, every damn stranger to town knew he was the law. 

With an inclination of his head, he stepped to one side to let the redhead pass. He also went back to studying the interior of the diner, dismissing her presence.

He had no time for reporters. No patience.

“Sheriff.” Her voice low and husky, she leaned towards him as she stepped towards the door. Her scent, fresh and at the same time exotic, filled him. “I need to talk to you.”

“I bet you do.” He took a step away without bothering to look at her. 

She touched his forearm. Electric heat coiled where her fingertips met his bare skin. “It’s about your dreams.”

“Excuse me?” Mimicking her earlier words, he glanced at the hand resting on his arm then into those lake blue eyes. 

“Your dreams.” That chin lifted more, but the sparkle in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something with a bit more heat. “Or should I say nightmares? The ones putting those dark circles under your eyes, leaving you vaguely unsettled and worried once you wake up. Too early, I might add.”

“Really?” He studied her a bit closer. The thin, light brown leather jacket she wore stopped below her waist. Although she didn’t carry a purse or a reporter’s notebook, that didn’t mean a damn thing. Especially with modern cell phones and their ability to record just about anything. And that slight bulge under her jacket could be a cell phone. Or something else. “Not much of a leap, considering what’s been happening around here.”

She pulled her hand away and a sudden coolness enveloped his arm.

Strange, but he’d examine that later. From her back pocket she pulled a business card. How, he had no idea, since he’d swear those jeans had been painted on those long legs. 

He took the card. Standard government issue. 

Shaye Taggart. FBI, Special Agent. 

*****

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Sexy to Go is back with twelve new stories this month!

 

Volume Three includes Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction

by Pamela Moran 

 

Law of attraction takes on a completely different meaning when Audra gets pulled into the dream of the sexy man she’s just met.
Can she and Trigg hold on long enough to figure out what’s real?

*****

 

Audra Keller rubbed the tension spot between her brows. She loved her mom, but after flying cross county and then driving over two hours to get here, to take care of her injured mother, having to stand in for her at this installation dinner was fast giving Audra a headache. And she hadn’t even made it through the doorway, much less found her seat or feasted on the watery salad or rubber chicken they served at these type of functions.

Not like she wasn’t at loose ends right now, though. After her Dreamwalker partner with the PSI undercover agency had been shot last month, he’d been ordered to stand down for a minimum of two months. Maybe more. As his anchor in real time, that left her schedule wide open.

Which didn’t change the fact Mom owed her big time.

Unless this was all some sort of secret plan her mother had concocted. Break a leg. Get Audra home. Marry her off to the absolute perfect choice in son-in-laws.

No, that took conspiracy theories too far, even for Audra’s mother.

But damn, what she wouldn’t give to have her gun with her. Her real gun. Not that baby derringer in the tiny little bag Mom had insisted she carry. But she couldn’t hide her real gun anywhere in this dress.

The things she did for her mother.

A man, several people in front of her, shifted to lean forward and press both hands on the check in table and into the personal space of the woman checking people off the list. “I don’t have all evening. Why are you taking so damn long? Step it up already or find someone who can actually do the job.”

Joy. Mr.Sourpuss Jones. Science teacher. Bane of Audra’s high school years. Mr. There’s No Such Thing as psychic ability. How many times had he ridiculed her? Left her feeling inadequate, like a freak on display.

Mr. Jones.” Audra straightened then lifted her chin when he swung that narrowed, myopic gaze towards her.

Recognition and something else flickered in his eyes.

She resisted the urge to shrink into herself. High school had been more than a few years ago and he was being an asshole. “Mr. Jones —”

Clyde, are you offering to help check people in?” A tall, broad shouldered man, an Adonis really, in a dark suit stepped from out of nowhere and clasped a hand on Mr. Jones’ shoulder. “That’s awfully kind of you but I’m sure it’s under control. Why don’t you find your seat?”

Mr. Sourpuss met Audra’s gaze as he swung around. His eyes darted between her and the taller man and his lips thinned into a straight line before he stalked away.

Disaster averted.” Mr. Even More Gorgeous Up Close smiled at the woman behind the table.

The woman, tears shimmering on her lashes, beamed at him. “You always know how to handle these tricky situations, Trigg.”

Trigg.

Interesting name.

While Trigg was busy with the woman, Audra let her gaze roam over his physique. Maybe this function wouldn’t be quite so boring or painful after all. Those broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and while the suit jacket hid his ass, those suit pants showed off a fine, muscular pair of thighs. Tanned skin, light brown hair kissed gold by the sun, eye candy at its finest.

Not hard to look at, at all.

He turned and caught her gaze with his warm blue eyes. Her heart skipped at the same moment her breath caught.

Well, shit.

That’s a bit too interesting. Too intense.

His eyes crinkled in the corners. “You’re Gayle Keller’s daughter.”

Statement. Not question. “And you know that, how?”

The smile that started with his eyes twitched at his firm lips. “Pictures on her mantle. On her desk at the flower shop. On her phone. And —”

Got it. You know my mother.”

The full blown smile was killer. Totally deadly, aimed straight at her. “And I’ve wanted to meet you for awhile now. I’m glad you were able to make it tonight.”

She ignored the hand he held out, pretended not to see it because she sure as hell wasn’t touching him. This kind of internal reaction, just from looking into his eyes, meant she needed to stay far away from him. With a short dip of her chin, her dark hair, somewhat longer in the front, fell forward as she cut her gaze to the woman behind the table, the woman way too interested in this exchange. “Keller —”

Oh yes, Audra. I already have you checked in. Trigg, she’s at your table, could you show her the way?” 

Damnation and then some. Conspiracy theory on definite overload.

*****

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While Elsie might not be that far back, her story came out in November 2013, the idea was conceived several years before. Not just Elsie, but the entire PSI premise was an idea floating around in my head for years before Elsie's Secret was published.

The Institute for Psychic Studies - IPS - is ran inside an old, stone mansion on extensive grounds in a remote area of Minnesota. This is where professors, teachers and scientists work to find answers to the whys and wherefores of human psychic ability. This is also where Calea Fontaine (Gavin's Woman) works as a teacher and where Gabe Nicholetti (Blind Sight) was raised.

However, IPS is also a cover for a private, secret agency - the PSI -  operating in tandem with the federal government. The PSI work in the background to defend and shield unwary victims against the twisted underside of a psychic society bent on exploiting an unsuspecting, mundane civilization.

Because Elsie was the first of the PSI stories, she has a soft spot in my heart. I hope you'll check her out, and the entire PSI world!

~Pam

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Sexy to Go is back with eleven new stories!

Volume Two includes:

DREAMWALKER: NightScape

by Pamela Moran

Reggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive.

 

Dark. Forbidding.

Shadows everywhere.

Cliff Braxton rolled his shoulders.

For a dream world, this place seemed dreary. Depressive.

Understandable, considering someone had attempted to kill the dreamer less than twelve hours ago.

Cliff’s mouth tightened as he again surveyed the shadows.

Lee Jacobs. Buddy, agent, fellow Dreamwalker.

Dammit. Friend or not, Cliff shouldn’t have been able to enter Lee’s dreams so easily, without an invitation, without any real pushback. Didn’t bode well for Lee’s current state of health. Or his survival.

Lee had come out of surgery. They’d found the bullet. No actual word on his prognosis. Wait and see.

With a hard shrug, Cliff shoved his senses outward, pushing at the boundaries of Lee’s dreamscape. Wait and see wasn’t a normal part of Cliff’s vocabulary. Not when a friend lay unconscious. When that buddy might die, unable to tell them who had done this and why.

No, Cliff wasn’t waiting. Those answers might well lay in Lee’s subconscious. Might be accessible through the dream portal.

A big maybe.

But it beat the hell out of wait and see.

And maybe he could find a way to bolster Lee’s defenses. Bolster from the inside, add a layer of inner protection.

Worth a shot.

Cliff took a cautious step forward into that dark, shadowy land. No structure to speak of, nothing to anchor this into any semblance of reality. No buildings. No trees. Nothing but various shades of darkness stretched out and leaching any semblance of color from the landscape.

Nothing but shadows.

But –

There. A few feet to the left, under a particularly dark and misty area. He stilled. Tested the area with his senses.

Something breathed.

Crap.

He wasn’t alone in Lee’s dream.

*****     

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Happy Valentine's Day! 

Over on Amazon, five paperback copies of Stolen Spirit are up for grabs - free book/free shipping (US only) - chance ends Feb.17th or when all five are given away, whichever is first. 

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Gavin's Woman introduces us to Gavin Dunbar. He's the liaison between Ben Garrett, head of the PSI and the Institute for Psychic Studies, and the director of Homeland Security. Son of a Senator and former military, Gavin understands diplomacy as well as covert ops. He understands the need for flying under the radar. He's calm under pressure. Confident. Good with a gun.

His Achilles heel? Calea Fontaine.

Calea works at the Institute. She tried life as a PSI agent and hated it. Now, she's a teacher utilizing her gifts to ground her students, to help them explore and control their own talents. But she also has visions, quick glimpses into the future of happily-ever-afters, an hereditary gift handed down from her grandmother.

A gift Gavin Dunbar doesn't trust.

Too bad, really, considering Gavin is her soul mate. But he doesn't believe in Fate, wants no part of Destiny. None of that, however, keeps him from following her to the storm tossed coast of Oregon. 

Add in a psychopath with a dark obsession of his own, and Calea and Gavin are in a world of trouble. 

*****

When I sat down to start a new story, Gavin's Woman wasn't what I intended to write. But I'd had this story idea stuck in my head, rolling around my subconscious, along with a setting and a name. Calea. No idea who she belonged with. Then my critique partner had a dream.

Yep, a dream.

In that dream, she and I were somewhere on the coast, meandering through a street fair full of artists and craft people, when she turned to a vendor and said to him, "This is Gavin's Woman."

When she told me of her dream, that light bulb moment hit and I knew exactly who Calea belonged with, who she loved. And why it was all a big, huge problem!

I loved exploring Calea and Gavin's lives, and I hope you will, too!

*****

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Sample romance in all its flavors in Sexy to Go.

From paranormal to contemporary, you'll find your fix here. Look for a brand new collection every month!

 

DREAMWALKER: Key to Paradise by Pamela Moran

Pulled together through a world of dreams, Lena and Davis might have found the Key to Paradise. Can he convince her to take a chance, to believe in impossible possibilities, to hold on to their dream?

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Lena Andrews sat on a light blue beach towel, on warm island sand as a balmy breeze ruffled the loose strands of her short hair away from her face. An exotic, floral hint of fragrance lingered on the air and a brilliant sunset hovered over the horizon with bold reds giving way to golden oranges and falling into the deep blues of the water.

She wrapped her arms around her drawn up legs and rested her chin on her bare knees.

Naked in paradise.

Not too hard to figure this dream out, considering the two feet of snow outside her mountain cabin window, with more falling and not scheduled to stop until morning. The thought of trudging through all of that to get to the ski lodge and work tomorrow morning had had her burrowing down with the electric blanket on high and the covers over her head.

Yeah, sitting on a deserted island beach sounded blissful.

And warm.

She’d face the snow and the cold once the alarm blared and yanked her from this dream.

Arching her back, she rotated her shoulders then lifted her face to the gentle breeze to let it caress her skin. Blissful. The naked part, though. Hmmm. Puzzling.

“Well, hello.” A deep, gravelly, male voice came from the right, just behind her. Tingles of awareness careened across her skin.

What the – Lena’s shoulders came forward, that first instinctual urge to fold into herself. To minimize her vulnerability.

No. This is my dream, dammit.

She straightened her back and squared her shoulders before angling her head to look over her right shoulder.

Her breath caught. Held. 

Well, hello was right.

*****


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To celebrate the upcoming release of Gavin's Woman, Stolen Spirit is on sale for a limited time!

****4.5 Stars on Amazon****

Haunting Psychic Tale

For Jake Carrigan, hearing his dead ex-girlfriend’s voice in an empty room is enough to make him question his sanity. Worse is when that ex insists she shouldn't have died. The worst? He still loves her.

Hannah Dixon is having a hard time believing she's dead. But Jake's probe into her death has stirred something evil. She left once to protect her heart, can she leave again to save Jake's life?

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Gavin Dunbar, liaison between the PSI and the government, is a low-level psychic himself. A man of the present who believes the future is too nebulous, too fluid - that it can't be trusted. His reasons are mired deep in a past he has no desire to examine. After all, in his world, having a soul-mate doesn't equate to happy-ever-after.

Tragedy has brought Calea Fontaine to a crossroads and has her reassessing her future without the man she loves. A seer from a long line of seers, Calea knows, firsthand, that while Fate might try to guide a person along a path, Free Will has a way of trumping Destiny.

Or does it?

Along the storm ravaged Oregon coast, a predator stalks Calea with an obsession born of a dark need, an overwhelming need to control and possess at any cost. The only obstacle is Gavin Dunbar.

*****

GAVIN'S WOMAN 

.... available late January, 2015 .... 

If you'd like to join me, I'm over on the Paranormal Book Club Facebook group this week where I'm giving away an ebook copy of Blind Sight to five recipients who leave a comment over there on the post for Blind Sight (and 'Hi' is a comment! Facebook has nothing to do with this giveaway - it's all on me)!

To post, you will have to join the group but it's fun and all about Paranormal reads. 

In other news, I've finished my edits for Gavin's Woman and the manuscript will be heading to my editorial team after Christmas. The story should be available mid-January!!! I'm excited about this book and looking forward to showing off the cover .... Stay tuned!

And drop by the Paranormal Book Club and say hello.

~Pam

 

Books One and Two in the PSI Sentinel, Guardians of the Psychic Realm, are now available on iTunes -- just in time for the Holidays!

Stolen Spirit (Book One) is Jake Carrigan and Hannah Dixon's story. Hearing his dead ex-girlfriend's voice in an empty room is enough to make Jake question his sanity. Worse, Hannah insists she shouldn't have died. Now, she wants him to find her murderer. Once he starts digging, can he leave all those questions unanswered? The biggest question, though, is how is he supposed to walk away from her again?

Jake's sister, Rily Carrgigan, has her own story in Blind Sight (Book Two). Gabe Nicholetti, a strong psychic whose visions foretell death, knows he can't save the green-eyed, blonde haunting his sleepless nights. Rily is a dead woman. Or she will be in a matter of days as her past rushes forward to shatter her carefully constructed world. But Rily doesn't believe fate is absolute. How is she going to convince a man who's seen too many die that it's possible to save her life?

***** 

Stolen Spirit is available in ebook format at: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, SmashwordsGoogle Books and iTunes. And in print at: Amazon

Blind Sight is also available in ebook format at: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, Google Books, and iTunes and in print at: Amazon.

*****

I hope you enjoy Jake, Hannah, Rily, and Gabe's adventures! Do drop back by and let me know ...! ~Pam

 

Last time we talked about Modality: Cardinal, Fixed, Mutable. Now, over the next four posts, we're going to take that a step further and discuss the four types of energy fueling those modes: Fire, Earth, Air and Water.

 

(Please keep in mind these are Archetypes. Pure energies. No one is only an Aries or a Pisces. We’re the sum of all our parts, from our Sun Signs to our Ascendant signs and everything in between.)

  

FIRE

 

Fire signs (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) are, at their hearts, spontaneous, impulsive and, yes, fiery. These people are passionate and enthusiastic with healthy egos. That’s not to say you won’t come across a Fire person lacking self-esteem. Of course that happens. However, there must be something drastic in this person’s background to have ground his/her ego into the soil because with fiery people, and there’s no easy way to say it, the world revolves around them.

 

That’s just the way it is.

 

They make no excuse for it and see nothing wrong with it. At all.

 

Writing that makes me smile because it’s an attitude I admire. If we’re not okay with ourselves, how are we going to be okay with the rest of the world?

 

Fire is a combustive fuel, it can be a beautiful thing to witness although sometimes preferably from a safe distance. Other times, Fire is all consuming, scary and occasionally ugly, especially in its aftermath. Have you ever witnessed the scorched earth after a wildfire? The remnants of house burnt to the ground?

 

Aries has a quick temper, fast to ignite. They’re the most impulsive, they catch that spark and away they go. Aries is Cardinal, the first sign, the one who starts the Zodiac. The beginning. First. Fast. Fast to burst into flames, fast to burn, fast to burn out. On the upside of that fastness, they’re also quick to forgive. To forget. There's too much else out there to capture their attention to dwell on the past. The downside, try nailing them to the ground. They’re already off, starting something else and aren't waiting around to see if you can keep up.

 

Leo is the most loyal of all the Fire signs. Fixed modality, solid and true, they’ll usually stick beside you through thick and thin. A slow and steady burn, that’s Leo. Think warm, crackling flames in the fireplace. Contained. Relatively safe – we are talking about Fire. Being fixed, however, Leos are also the most stubborn. And the most unforgiving. That Fixed modality again. Long memories. Leos thrive when at the center of a family type group. Lion Pride is very real for most Leos.

 

Sagittarius lives in the world of ideas, of philosophies to get excited and passionate over. There may be no one else more capable of igniting others with the passion of Sag’s ideas or ideals. To have people follow because they've been caught by that glow of idealism, of excitement, so close to the surface of every Sagittarian. However, being Mutable, Sag can get ensnared in a tendency to let another glow-flit capture their attention because they’re highly susceptible to the risk of being pulled in a different direction, leaving their previous passions as nothing more than smoldering embers. Still, try to resist a Sag’s powerful, fiery pull when they’re in the throes of expounding on their latest aspiration or ideal. Or resist tagging along with them on their latest adventure when they've invited you along.

 

*****

 

As a writer, one of the wonderful things about Astrology is utilizing the ready-made Archetypes for a jumping off point in character building.

 

In the PSI world, we have Ben Garrett, head of the Institute for Psychic Studies but also the leader of the PSI Sentinels. A definite Alpha in his own right, he was forced in the past into a lone wolf position. Those reasons are touched on in BLIND SIGHT, but as a Leo, Ben isn't happy without family. So he’s essentially made his own with the PSI men and women he has mentored over the years. I know he’s a Leo and from there I have a better understanding of his reactions to people, to events and situations. That’s not to say he hasn't surprised me a few times. Loyal and steadfast, he has an exceptionally long memory and an unerring sense of what is right, what rules he’s willing to bend and what is completely unacceptable. He won’t tolerate anyone threatening his people.

 

Rily Carrigan, the heroine in BLIND SIGHT (and sister to the hero in STOLEN SPIRIT), is an Aries. Hot temper, quick to flare, but just as quick to forgive. Constantly on the move, she’s a pleasure to watch, just ask Gabe. ;o) She’s impulsive and has absolutely no desire to dwell on the past. Of course, that’s what she’s forced to do when an old friend is found dead and the key to her death may be locked in their shared background. 

 

My Sag character, at least for now, is only a secondary character who hasn't actually made it to the page yet. He’s rich, owns his own island in the British Virgin Islands (not too big – doesn't want to be too flashy), and his interest in the PSI goes several years back to Gabe Nicholetti (hero in BLIND SIGHT) bringing the gang who kidnapped and murdered his sister to justice. Mr. Sag will find his way to the page soon.

 

Are you a Fire sign or do you have someone in your life who embodies the Fire element?

 

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Join me next week when we talk about the next element, Earth. 

If you'd like to check out the PSI on Amazon: PSI Sentinels

 

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  • Laurie Schnebly Campbell
    Laurie Schnebly Campbell says #
    This is fascinating! With a Leo mother and Sag husband, I'm nodding at every single thing you say -- yep, that's him. Yep, that's
  • Pamela Moran
    Pamela Moran says #
    Hi Laurie - so thrilled my explanations made sense! Sounds as if you have a lot of Fire in your life. I'm there with you. Both my
  • Mary Willmont
    Mary Willmont says #
    I enjoyed your descriptions and found them very interesting. I've been involved in numerology since the sixties and also read a lo

For the first time, ELSIE'S SECRET is free on Amazon.

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Sebastian Alexander is good at keeping secrets. Turns out, Elsie's better.

A covert PSI agent, Sebastian once let his secrets come between him and the woman he still loves. Finding her prowling around where she doesn't belong turns his simple reconnaissance into a rescue mission threatening to blow everything apart. Is he willing to risk his secrets to save her life?

Elsie Quartermaine has one goal. Save her nephew from a sadistic kidnapper. Sebastian is the one man who can help her. But divulging her secret puts more than her life in jeopardy. Can she trust Sebastian with her nephew’s life? Her own? What about her heart?

As dawn creeps over the horizon, can they find enough trust in each other to stay alive?

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When fellow author and friend, Melissa Cutler, tagged me for a blog hop focusing on our writing process I scratched my head wondering what I'd gotten myself into with this blogging business. Luckily I was able to sneak a peak at Melissa's answers, nod my head a few times as I read through her post and had the thought - she makes this look easy. Maybe it's not so hard. Just chatting with a few friends about my writing and my stories.

Piece of cake, right? 

 

1.) What am I working on/writing?

BLIND SIGHT came out towards the end of last month and since then I've been working on the next in the PSI Sentinel series: GAVIN'S WOMAN.

Gavin Dunbar, liaison between the PSI and the government, is a low-level psychic himself, a man of the present who believes the future is too nebulous, too fluid - that it can't be trusted. His reasons are mired deep in a past he has no desire to examine.

Calea Fontaine is a seer from a long line of seers. But she knows, firsthand, that while Fate might try to guide a person along a path, Free Will has a way of trumping destiny.

Or does it?

These two are about to find out .... And I get to go along for the ride!

 

2.) How does my work/writing differ from others in its genre?


I've always been fascinated by the psychic world. From seeing auras to having precognitive dreams, from Astrology to Tarot, from seeing and feeling ghosts to all of the Clair Senses, it all enthralls me. So writing the PSI Sentinels became a natural fit, one that feels right. Like it's what I'm supposed to do.

Now, while some of the things that happen in my stories are larger than life and push that psychic edge nearly to the point of what might be considered magic, I've worked to keep my characters gifts/talents rooted in a semblance of realism.

Sebastian Alexander's energy manipulation in ELSIE'S SECRET, Ben Garrett's use of Psychometry in STOLEN SPIRIT, Gabe Nicholetti's grounding in BLIND SIGHT along with Allison Davis' artwork and her use of the Tarot are all based on known PSI abilities. 

If we're honest with ourselves, how many of 'us' were told stories about our Great Aunt Thelma who talked with Uncle Oliver who'd died or our Granny who had the gift of sight? If we shake your geology tree, there's no telling what might break loose.

 

3.) How does my writing process work?

Okay, so here's the sticky question. And the short answer is my process is a work in process! Each story idea starts in a different way. STOLEN SPIRIT literally started with a dream, although the unfolding story didn't follow that dream sequence, it is where I met Jake. ELSIE was the result of a what if game - what if Elsie Quartermaine had a secret bigger than her hero's? And the germ for BLIND SIGHT was gleamed from a picture in a magazine of a broad shouldered, Italian man who sat staring into the distance, brooding. 

So I start with characters who quickly become real. Then I spend a lot of time with a pen and a notebook, working out their back-story, who they are and what's important to them, free-flowing the answers onto the paper. In between all of that I'm also working out a general feel for the plot and getting words into the computer.

I'm not sure I could write if I didn't have my notebook. Pen to paper. Maybe it's a kinetic energy type of thing, that feel of the pen rolling across the page.... Each story has several notebooks filled with everything from plot points to dialogue to actual whole scenes hand written with scribbles and extra notes all along the margins. What's funny is that I rarely refer back to those notes, which is probably good since I'm not sure even I could decipher some of those notes!

 

4.) Who's up next?

Ann Gimpel writes paranormal and contemporary fantasy novels with an ecological twist. She skis, hikes, climbs and on a good day is the alpha female of a wolf pack. Here's a little more about Ann:

Ann Gimpel is a clinical psychologist with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writin. 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. She's published twenty books to date, with several more contracted for 2014.

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

To connect with Ann:

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Click here to read hop on over to Ann Gimpel's blog which will go live later this week!

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  • Ann J
    Ann J says #
    I love your books, they're so atmospheric and now I know where you get your inspiration, I'm even more hooked. Your writing is uni
  • Pamela Moran
    Pamela Moran says #
    Ann J, thank you for for the lovely comments and for taking the time to drop in - you've totally made my evening!! ~Pam
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    Super User says #
    Thanks so much for putting this together Pam, and for, ahem, twisting my arm to take part. I love that some of your story ideas co


Hello! Welcome to ABCs of the Psychic World where we talk about all things Psychic, both in the PSI Realm and in the 'real realm'!

AURAS seem to be a good place to start. One thought is that they are, at the basic level, a field of subtle energy emanating from a person or living object, like a flower or a tree, or even inanimate objects.

Have you ever seen a hazy white glow around something you're staring at? Or that beautiful, vibrant blue glow around flowers in a flower bed? One of the easiest ways to see an aura is to stare at an object - holding your hand out, fingers spread, will do - and let your vision soften and shift out of focus. Notice that glow of white, nearly translucent energy surrounding it? That's the first layer - the one closest to the surface. 

Seeing other layers and colors can take more practice. Your emotions, thoughts, behavior and health all affect your aura's color, strength and vibrancy. Imbalances, like those of Dr. Nicholas Swift in ELSIE'S SECRET, show up, sometimes as dark spots, holes or even dark or muddy layers. 

Maybe Dr. Swift should have learned to read auras and studied his own!

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Even if you're not a visual type of person or don't want to take the time to stretch that visual/psychic muscle, think about a specific person -- doesn't matter who and we don't need to know names ;o) -- are there certain colors you associate with that person? Not necessarily a color they wear a lot, but a color that resonates to them in your mind.

What is that color? What do you think it represents about them? 

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(Disclaimer - seeing those imbalances in another's aura doesn't necessarily mean they're as misguided as Dr. Swift!)

 

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  • Margaret Taylor
    Margaret Taylor says #
    Cool Blog Post. I'm one of those people when I look at someone I sometimes get a strong sense of a specific color. If I try to s
  • Pamela Moran
    Pamela Moran says #
    You used the word 'sense' - are you 'feeling' the color then, rather than seeing it? Not everyone is visual, some simply 'sense' t
  • Super User
    Super User says #
    I thought those colors around people were my new glasses going haywire...maybe they are really auras!