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Welcome Rachel D. Thompson

Please join me in welcoming Rachel D. Thompson to Highlighted Author.

Welcome, Rachel.  I’ll turn the time over to you to tell us a bit about yourself and your book.

It’s great to be featured on Charlene’s blog today, and to have Tied to a Demon listed on her Great Reads page.

I’ve been writing on and off ever since the bug hit me at age ten, when I wrote my first short story. The only thing I remember about it was that it was an Easter story. Regardless, I fell in love with the creation of new worlds and characters. Ever since then, I’ve known I wanted to be a writer.

I finished my first full-length novel at seventeen. Looking back, the attempt was laughable; the writing was boring and predictable. It lacked imagination. I shelved it and now consider it as nothing more than a learning experience. I’ve found that writing takes patience, perseverance, and most importantly, lots and lots of practice.

I classify myself as a fantasy and paranormal romance author, with heavy emphasis on paranormal. I love the darker side of things, and even my reading tastes usually gravitate towards the paranormal.

It’s often amazing how writers come up with ideas. The most mundane task can have a hidden plot idea. There’s no big story when it comes to Tied to a Demon, however. The simple fact was that after publishing my first book, Demon’s Torment, I wanted to write another book featuring a demon. I also knew I wanted to write something with more of a fantasy premise. While Torment is a modern-day book, Tied to a Demon takes place in a fantasy setting.

Shanna and Alecandros just appeared in my head one day, and with them came most of the plot for the book—it was only a matter of working out the details.

My latest book, Royal Guard Book 1: The Prince’s Knight, was released just a few months ago, and takes place in another fantasy world. It was written around the same time as Tied to a Demon, but is a completely different book. It is my first foray into gay romance, and features a few erotic scenes; something I haven’t written too much of yet, but I really enjoyed working on this book, and have started writing the sequel.

Sir Aric is a crippled knight, charged with protecting the crown prince, Matthew. He finds just what he expects–a spoiled brat. But once he starts looking deeper, he realizes Matthew is just what he needs.

Tied to a Demon is my second published book, and the second featuring a demon as one of its main characters. Shanna is studying to be a witch, following in her parents’ footsteps. Unfortunately, even the simplest spell has a tendency to go wrong. It should come as no surprise when she accidentally summons the demon, Alecandros. And once he’s free of the seven hells, he has no interest in going back. Most upsetting is the fact that he seems to know far too much about Shanna…

Tied to a Demon

“Are you all right, little witch?”

She wasn’t. A demon stood so close to her she could feel the unnatural heat baking off his skin, coming off him in waves. Her muscles had tensed up so much she didn’t think she could move, even to defend herself. Of course, any spells she’d memorized had flown right out of her head anyway. They wouldn’t do her any good.

He picked her up before she could fall again and retrieved the jar from her limp grasp. He set it back on the shelf.

“Clumsy little witch.”

She gasped as he slung her over his back, steadying her with a hand on her rump. He took the stairs two at a time, and she bumped along with his unsteady gait, her view obstructed by his back.

They passed through the kitchen and into her bedroom. Dried potpourri filled the air with the scent of lilacs, an aroma she favored. He unslung her and after a short ride through the air, she landed on a soft surface. Her bed. She grabbed handfuls of the yellow comforter, sure it would soon be splattered red.

His face appeared in her view at the side of the bed, his forehead wrinkled. “You okay?”

She scrambled backwards, rumpling the sheets and comforter into a ball around her feet. Her head banged against the wall. “Ow!”

Rubbing the back of her head and trying to hold back a sob, she stared at the demon. His image doubled in her vision as tears threatened.

“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” she choked out.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m going to kill you?”

She thought that should be obvious, but maybe he needed clarification. “You’re a demon.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not that kind of demon. Tell me something, little witch. Why did you summon me?”

The question caught her off-guard. She sniffled. “What?”

“It’s a simple question. Demons are usually summoned because the summoner wants something. What. Do. You. Want?” He enunciated each word, as if speaking to a half-wit.

“I didn’t mean to summon you.”

“Oh. I see.” He sat on the bed with his legs folded underneath him. Then he smirked. “Then you shouldn’t have drawn my symbol within the circle.”

“I didn’t” she began, but he cut her off.

“I’ve been summoned by many witches. But never accidentally.” He gave her a sly, sidelong glance, his eyes smoldering.

The temperature in the room rose about ten degrees. He got off the bed so he could execute a sharp bow. “If I’m an accident, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alecandros. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

After giving her sore head one more rub, she folded her arms.
“Do you even know what you’ve summoned, little witch?”

“It doesn’t matter. As soon as I figure out how to send you back to wherever you came from, I will.” The brave words lost some of their edge when her voice wavered.

“And why would you want to do that?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
She sounded uncertain even to herself. “You’re a demon. You belong in another dimension.”

“I do?” He spread his arms. “Do I look like a demon to you?”

She stared at him. He looked a few years older than she did, and his blue eyes had adopted a more innocent look. No, he didn’t look much like a demon now. Until his eyes flashed to black and back again.

“Let me show you what witches usually use me for,” he whispered, sliding closer. His hand on her ankle made her jump.

“Stop it.” Her voice sounded strangled, even to her.

His hand slid higher, bringing her skirt with it as he leaned over her. “Why? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Rachel’s books are published through Purple Sword Publications. There is also a free e-book available at her publisher’s site, listed under Free Reads.

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Welcome Dorothy Cox

Please join me in welcoming Dorothy Cox to Highlighted Author.


Welcome, Dorothy. Please tell us about yourself and your featured book.

I’m a 23 year old college student who just happened to write a book. I don’t really consider myself an author. I’m a student, a wife, a lab tech, and occasionally I write things. It’s not easy trying to be all those people at once. Most days are filled to the rafters with things to do. Even my breaks and lunches are spent checking my email. But there was a time where things weren’t so busy for me.

In April of 2009 the economy hit the lab I work at pretty hard. People were getting laid off, and the rest of us had pretty much nothing to do. I was getting bored, very bored. A friend and I found an unfinished manuscript online, and as a joke tried to finish it. It was pretty funny, but it ignited the writer inside of me. Pretty soon I was creating characters of my own with lives of their own. And at some point I found myself inventing a character with a job far more boring than mine. His job was to watch other people live their lives, and make a list of everything good and bad they ever did. He was a cosmic tattletale. The first part of the book that I actually wrote in my head was a part that didn’t make it in. It was the line “having never known my name, they simply call me…” and the name Simon popped into my head. And there it was, Simon was born. Like me, Simon was bored with his job. He’d grown tired of it, he wanted more, but what that was he didn’t know. Unlike me Simon begins shirking his responsibilities, and befriending girls he doesn’t know. And the rest, is the story of Watcher.





The thing I couldn’t wrap my mind around, more than the fact that she’d noticed me, more than the fact that she’d talked to me, was how these others could interact with her as if she were a mere person. They moved about her as if she was no more special than anyone else. They talked to her casually; they laughed; they touched her.

How could they form words? How could they stand to be around her without losing all sense of control as I had? It was hard to understand how she was not nearly as special to them as she was to me. To them she was like everyone else; to me she was more. Much more. An unattainable thing, someone I would look upon and be agape at her majesty then never see again.

No! Stop! What are you thinking? I had to stop. I had to keep my thoughts off of her. I didn’t even know why they kept wandering back to her. Why had she piqued my interest so much? It was probably because she was the first person who had ever talked to me. It wasn’t words; many people had said things to me over the years, but this was more. She had conversed with me. She took an interest in my game and willingly played along. I felt a pang inside. I think I liked it. It was nice not to be the only one playing my games.

My eyes lingered too long on the girl with the blonde hair. Simon! Come on! You have to stop this! I looked down at my newspaper.



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