Wow! I caught Gabriel reading an early copy of his book! Wonder if he got to the spicy parts yet? #whew!
EYE OF DANGER COVER REVEAL!!!
He’s a PI who turns into a tiger.
She can see how you’ll die.
The bad guys never stood a chance.
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When Tess Callahan’s long-lost and presumed-dead father comes back to town, running from the mob, she’s not sure how to feel. But when she finds out the bad guys are really after her, to use her “gift” as a weapon, she knows exactly who to turn to.
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He’s a PI who turns into a tiger.
She can see how you’ll die.
The bad guys never stood a chance.
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When Tess Callahan’s long-lost and presumed-dead father comes back to town, running from the mob, she’s not sure how to feel. But when she finds out the bad guys are really after her, to use her “gift” as a weapon, she knows exactly who to turn to.
I’ve worn myself out again & #depression, that nasty bitch, was waiting for me
2019 has been tough.
I got sick not once, but twice. I’ve got some eye problems going on. My beloved Riley dog got cancer and died so fast we didn’t even have time to process it. I had to cancel going to a reader conference I love. I had/have three deadlines right in a row from a domino effect of the illnesses costing me time; from my grief over Riley costing me time.
So naturally depression has been lying in wait to catch up and kick my ass.
JAKE’S DJINN IS HERE!!
The “funniest family on paper” is back! And yet I almost forgot about release day for JAKE’S DJINN, because we added a new member to the family this weekend, and I’m sleep deprived and madly in love. 
Meet Rosie, the 8-week old pug puppy! As you can tell, it was love at first snuggle for me.
Anyway, please pop on over and pick up Jake and find out about his SECOND encounter with a genie and how that turned out . . . It’s a short story, just perfect for reading at lunch or, for example, in between times you have to take a br
and-new baby puppy out for a potty break. (EXCERPT BELOW!)
and-new baby puppy out for a potty break. (EXCERPT BELOW!)And if you want to see lots of Rosie video (OMG THE CUTE!!!) and hang out and talk books and brownie recipes with the most fun reader group on the planet, join my DayDreamers on FaceBook. I hope to see you there!
Happy Reading!
Alyssa
PS This short story was originally published in the Romance Writers of America anthology SECOND CHANCES, so if you have that, you have this. No need to buy it again, unless you just want the pretty pretty new cover. 🙂
EXCERPT, JAKE’S DJINN, a short story from the Cardinal Witches
“Three wishes, huh? What did I wish for last time?”
“A giant tattoo of a pinup girl that covered your entire back,” she told him, rolling her eyes.
He laughed. “Well, I know I don’t have that, so what happened?”
“Your second wish.”
This time he laughed out loud, and his laugh was deep and rich and delicious, just as she’d remembered it so many times, alone in her solitude. She suddenly wanted to curl up in his lap and bite his neck.
Oops. No biting the humans. It was one of her cardinal (ha! See how she did that?) rules.
He stretched and, truly, his body was a work of art. She suddenly wished she were a sculptor instead of a Djinn.
“What about the third?”
Donya shook off her wistful, lustful thoughts, drained her mug, and flicked the cup into the air to send it floating to the kitchen sink. “A bottle of whiskey. How can you not remember any of this, when you remember me, and that I called myself Ruby?”
His smile faded, and his eyes darkened to a gleam of emerald fire. “Because all I remember is you,” he said roughly. “I’ve been remembering you and nothing but you for two years, five months, and three weeks. I remember your laugh, and how beautiful you are, and that you smell like jasmine. I remember your intelligence, and your stories about ancient cities. I remember that you fell asleep next to me and didn’t wake up when I wrapped my arms around you. I remember that I woke up wishing you were there with me in my bed.”
She caught her breath. “I–“
He put his mug down and stood. “Remembering anything as insignificant as wishes didn’t matter to me one damn bit.”
the great typewriter adventure
So I bought an antique typewriter (turns out it’s from the 1930s) because I learned to type on a typewriter when I was a kid and lived in Turkey, and I’m a writer, and I just thought it would be cool to have one in my office. I thought I’d take it to a repair person or just ask Navy Guy to clean it up.
This was at Halloween.
Within a few weeks, it looked like this, and then it got worse and worse and worse, till it was broken down into a million pieces: 
#NationalDrinkWineDay
It’s 
and really, a day could not be more perfect for it, so I gift you your own personal sommelier.
You’re welcome. 🙂
EVIL EYE is coming soon!!!
IMPORTANT: Did you preorder EVIL EYE yet? March 6 is coming up so fast!! And Jack, Tess, and the gang are in SO much trouble this time. It all starts when a certain pirate shows up in Tess’s pawn shop … scroll down for a sneak peek!
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EVIL EYE: coming March 6!
Chapter One
When I walked into my pawn shop this morning, a pirate was talking to my alligator. This was unexpected, since both of them were dead.
On Valentine’s Day and other greeting-card-driven ‘holidays’
Here’s a thought: we are not going to be defeated by a $5 card.
I’ve spent many, many Valentine’s Days alone. Many. There was also the date where my college boyfriend brought his BONG in a backpack on our date. (this is a device with which to smoke The Marijuana, youngsters). I asked: If there were a fire, which would you rescue first, me or the bong?
He took too long to answer.
But holidays like this seem CUSTOM BUILT to make us feel bad if we’re alone. Who needs it? Sometimes, being alone is wonderful. Sometimes, being alone is a gray veil of sadness over our lives.