Good morning. I’m happy to be back at CTR to celebrate my new releases. I write m/m contemporary and paranormal romance and have twelve books published – number twelve came out yesterday! Perceived Love was written for Musa’s Finally Ever After series.
I’m always challenging myself to try something new. This past year it was writing shorter stories or novellas. I wrote Lover’s Trill and now Perceived Love, both published by Musa.
Here’s a blurb and excerpt for Perceived Love:
Pride will be the death of him.
When psychic Nate Coleman dreams of a murder, he knows it’s a premonition. He can’t forget the image of his ex-lover with a bullet hole through his chest. Nate has no choice but to confront William and face the skeptical scientist’s ridicule.
Dr. William Ryner doesn’t believe in what he can’t prove. When Nate comes back into his life, it’s not to rekindle their love, but to bring up more of that mumbo jumbo that split them apart.
Despite William’s refusal to listen, Nate can’t ignore the premonition. And, William can’t ignore Nate. Before the gunman strikes, William must either trust in Nate’s ability or rely only on the facts, but if he does the latter, pride could be the death of him.
A sudden burst of noise tore the air. Nate pivoted around in time to spy a figure wearing an orange baseball cap dashing through the crowd, a silver object glinting from the shadowy hand. Metallic odor wafted under Nate’s nose. Blood.
The scene transformed, images melting as though he’d stepped into a surreal painting. Eerie silence fell over the park. The crowd had vanished, and he stood alone in the middle of the bandstand. Nate was dreaming, but the realization didn’t calm the hammering in his chest. Something evil had taken place, and he could taste the bitter aftermath.
Then he saw the reason for his dread. A lifeless form lay in a crumpled heap on the stage. Nate’s legs felt as if they were tied down by weights as he trudged toward the body. Blood leaked from the man’s chest, his head bent down, hiding his face. Fear swept through Nate, and when he lifted the chin and peered into the lifeless face, his heart plummeted. William.
Nate fell to his knees, shaking William’s shoulders, crying out his name over and over. But William didn’t stir. He lay still as the air smothered them. What good was Nate’s psychic ability if he couldn’t save the man who meant everything to him?
Nate woke with a start, his heart pounding. He reached for the water glass on the nightstand and almost dropped it. Rarely did he dream of death, but when he did, he heeded the warning. That it was William he’d seen in his nightmare made it more complicated.
AND A GIVEAWAY: I’d like to give away a digital book of Perceived Love. To be in the running, just comment on one of my posts today. I write m/m contemporary and paranormal romance, so if that’s to your liking then I look forward to reading your post!