Wednesday, December 11, 2013

A Kiss of Revenge by Natalie J. Damschroder - Guest Post & Giveaway


A Kiss Of Revenge

Marriage is completely over-rated, especially after Reese Templeton’s quadratic failure. She’d rather settle down to a solitary life of owning a bakery—after she tracks down the man responsible for her husband’s death and making her a human Taser full of enough electricity to short out a city block or send a man into cardiac arrest with just one kiss.

But alluring P.I. Griffin Chase is stirring up those feelings of need again. Only this time, her desire to be in his arms has nothing to do with her fear of loneliness and everything to do with the current charging through her body every time he looks at her…touches her.

Griffin hasn’t remained at Reese’s side just because of the spark that has nothing to do with her super-human talents. He’s willing to compromise his rock-solid principles so she can find closure. But before they can move on, he must help her catch her late husband’s killer, staying on track before she has a chance to exact her revenge. Because leading Reese to jail in handcuffs may just break his heart for the final time.



Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Length: 250 pages
Release Date: November 25, 2013 
ISBN: 978-1-62266-206-7 
Imprint: Ignite



The Book Excerpt

Griff smiled, and Reese’s stomach did a whole flippin’ somersault.

“I had meetings at the office in Boston and was headed back to DC. I thought I’d stop in and see how you’re doing.”

She grabbed a towel to wipe off her ice-cream-sticky hands. “Crestview is not on the way to DC from Boston.”

He shrugged and pointed at the butter croissants in the bakery display case. “Close enough.”

With a pair of tongs, she selected the biggest croissant and put it on a plate. “Coffee?”

“Of course.” He leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “You have anything for me to check out?”

She shook her head. “Not at the moment.”

“What about him?” He jerked his head toward the sidewalk outside, where Andrew Laine stood talking to the couple who owned the hardware store. “He giving you any trouble?”

“Not anymore. I told him I was married.”

She cursed herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Griff’s gray-blue eyes darkened, his rock-solid chin tightening. He’d obviously meant “trouble” because of Reese breaking the law, not because the chief of police had asked her out.

“You’re not thinking—”

“No!” She grabbed the towel again and swept it over the few crumbs and coffee drips on the counter, scrubbing vigorously at one dried spot. “I didn’t want to shove him too far away, that’s all. As long as he had an interest, I could keep track of what he knew.” Even if it kept her on edge and fried her equipment. “Anyway, he knows now. It’s fine. You don’t have to worry.”

“You pay me to worry.”

That wasn’t strictly true. Griff was co-owner of a multi-city private detective firm. He ran Chase Investigations in Washington, DC, where Reese had lived before the plane crash. Reese had hired him to help her track down clues about whoever had tried to kill her. But they’d become friends. He’d helped her through physical therapy, been a sounding board while she dealt with her new reality, and was the only person on earth who knew what that lightning strike had done to her body.

“I’m paying you to do research,” she reminded him. “You choose to worry.”

He grinned and shook back his shaggy dark-blond hair. “You make it hard not to.”

Another group came in, and he retreated to a table with his breakfast. Reese saw Kimmie eyeing him, and the young woman flushed at his greeting. Reese couldn’t blame her. He had the classic “hunk” build, with a broad chest, narrow waist, and shoulders shown off by a tight gray T-shirt. His gray-blue eyes were nothing special at first glance, but they sparkled at everyone and made his charming smile even brighter. No doubt that smile was what pinned Kimmie in place now, wearing a slightly stunned expression.

Reese wasn’t immune, but her friendship with Griff had become one of the most important things in her life. It was something she’d never had before, and she was going to treasure it as long as it lasted.


The Guest Post

Thank you so much to Paranormal Dimensions for hosting me today and being part of my blog tour.

One of the most often-asked questions to any author is how we get our ideas, and how we came up with the idea for a particular book.

As usual for me, A Kiss of Revenge evolved. It started with a sentence. My daughter, who was about 8 at the time, said something like “I’m all about the cookies” when we were putting her to bed one night. That’s not all that unusual of a statement, but for some reason, it struck me. And I dashed out of the room and wrote:

Reese Templeton was all about the muffins.

I don’t know why muffins. They just seemed to match her better than cookies. She obviously owned a bakery.

I’d found my passion in romantic adventure, so of course Reese couldn’t be ALL about the muffins. I needed a contrast, and the next lines flowed immediately from my brain to my pen:

Well, actually, she was more about justice and retribution. And maybe guilt. And money. But to the good people of Crestview, Massachusetts, she was all about the muffins.

I’m not positive that I came up with Crestview right off the bat. I might have had to play with it a little. I do remember researching to make sure it wasn’t a real town in Western Massachusetts, which is the region where I grew up and where I knew the bakery had to be.

So obviously, then I needed to figure out WHY Reese was all about justice and retribution. (She was after whoever tried to murder her.) I also wanted to explore a heroine who was struggling to find herself, or to keep hold of who she is at her core, after a lifetime of trying to conform to what other people wanted or needed her to be. She became a heroine who’s always the one who is left, abandoned by four husbands, widowed multiple times.

That damaged her. So she doesn’t do the leaving—ever. And that means not giving up her quest for revenge, even if it could cost her the only man who really does love her for who she is.

Oh, and then there’s the electricity thing. I love writing borderline paranormal romance, where the world is our world except for one extraordinary ability that is screwing up the character’s life. I wanted Reese to have a messy ability different from the typical superhero (and I might have been channeling my love for Johnny B in Misfits of Science, a short-lived TV show in the mid-80s LOL). The fact that she can conduct electricity comes in handy, but has puh-lenty of drawbacks, as well.

Electricity is in high demand nowadays, with all our gadgets, so I’m giving away portable power on this blog tour. Make sure you enter! And let me know how you like A Kiss of Revenge.

About Natalie J. Damschroder 

Author Picture - Natalie J DamschroderNatalie J. Damschroder is an award-winning author of contemporary and paranormal romance—Love with a Shot of Adrenaline. She sold her first book in 1999, and 2014 will see the publication of her 15th novel. She grew up in Massachusetts and loves the New England Patriots more than anything. (Except her family. And writing and reading. And popcorn.) When she’s not writing, revising, proofreading, or promoting her work, she does freelance editing and works part time as a chiropractic assistant. She and her husband have two daughters she’s dubbed “the anti-teenagers,” one of whom is also a novelist. (The other one prefers math. Smart kid. Practical.) You can learn more about her and her books at www.nataliedamschroder.com.

The Giveaway


iFrogz GoLite – 2600 mAh Battery and Flashlight

Reese Templeton can draw power wherever she is…and now you can, too! Win this portable battery and charge any USB mobile device on the go.
Winner may choose the color. Subject to availability; comparable substitution to be made if necessary. Shipping in U.S. only. International entries acceptable; non-U.S. winner will receive alternate prize, to be discussed).

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