I’m Erin Quinn and I’m a believer.
It’s why I write paranormal romance. From past lives to spirits that don’t move on
to signs that can’t be ignored, I’ve always believed that there’s a whole world
beyond the one we see every day and in that world, the paranormal thrives. I’ve written about reincarnation, ghosts,
clairvoyance, time travel, alternate realities, telekinesis and death.
And I could keep writing about it forever.
In my new series, which launched with The Five Deaths of Roxanne Love, my fascination with the
supernatural gets a free rein. By the
time the story begins, Roxanne Love has already died three times and been miraculously
revived after each death. But in today’s
world, miracles are often suspect and for Roxanne, the media has twisted her
survival into a phenomena that makes her a target for lunatics and
fanatics. It also puts her in the
crosshairs of creatures from the Beyond—heaven, hell and everything in
between.
Enter the Reaper who’s been cheated by Roxanne too many
times.
On the eve of Roxanne’s fourth death, the Reaper takes over
the body of suicidal cop in the moments before he pulls the trigger. Dressed in Santo Castillo’s skin, the Reaper
plans to end Roxanne’s life for once and for all. What he doesn’t plan for is the emotions that
come with the body or the way seeing Roxanne with human eyes will make him feel.
Now he finds himself overwhelmed by emotions he’s never had before
and protecting the woman he came to kill.
Here’s a short excerpt of The Five Deaths of Roxanne Love.
On the run, Santo and Roxanne have taken refuge with an old friend. But instead of finding sanctuary, the two
have brought danger with them.
A sound coming from
outside the kitchen window stopped Santo before he reached her. Roxanne heard
it, too, but wasn’t sure what it was. His sudden stillness was her only warning
that it was something to fear.
Santo crossed the
kitchen and turned off the lights. Warily, he pulled the lacy curtain from the
edge of the window and peered out. Moving as quietly as she could, Roxanne
joined him there.
A fat moon gloated in
the sky, diminishing everything below with harsh light. Bushes and trees seemed
overlaid on a canvas of pitch. The night had no depth, and the eerie absence
somehow magnified the absolute silence. Roxanne scanned the shivering quiet,
feeling the chill that coiled around the trees and bushes, hushing the
chittering leaves and restless limbs. Behind her, Santo held himself rigid, his
tension feeding her own.
A sudden gust crackled
the barren branches and agitated the leaves. A flutter caught the corner of her
eye, then something darker than the night parted the shadows as it soared
toward the window.
An enormous bird—a raven?—alighted on the sill, black
wings spread wide and beak open in a greedy smile. Easily the size of an eagle,
it gripped its perch with clawed feet and stared at them with watchful, ebony
eyes.
Behind her Santo
sucked a breath between his teeth. He pulled Roxanne away and faced the room
with worried eyes. Santo, who’d fought snarling, rabid hellhounds without flinching.
The bird rapped its
beak against the glass, waited, head cocked, and did it again.
Knock, knock. The
sound, almost polite for all its insistence, lit a wick of superstition she
hadn’t realized she possessed.
Another sound—bizarre
and yet familiar in a way she didn’t understand—flapped in the cryptlike silence. Roxanne found herself shaking
her head as she tried to place it. Santo turned his eyes upward as the scratch
of clawed feet skittered across the tile roof. Then his gaze shifted and met
Roxanne’s.
“This is going to be
bad,” he said softly.
Thanks for stopping by!
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Erin Quinn is an award winning author who writes romance for
the thinking reader. Her books have been called “riveting,” “brilliantly
plotted” and “beautifully written” and have won, placed or showed in the
Booksellers Best, WILLA Award for Historical fiction, the Orange Rose, Readers
Crown, Golden Quill, Best Books, and Award of Excellence.
5 comments:
Hi, Erin,
I believe that there are "things" that are magical, paranormal etc. "Things" that can't be explained away. Love the excerpt from your book, especially the last line!!
Your books sound wonderful, Erin! Thanks for stopping by RTG.
Hi Erin,
Thanks for spending your Saturday with us at Romancing The Genres. I am also a believer in another realm beyond our own but also in a more invisible (to most) realm that coincides with our own.
Goosebumps on my arms just from reading the excerpt!
Thanks everyone. Thanks for taking time out of your Saturdays to say hi!
Oops. Hit send too fast. Meant to say I'm glad you enjoyed the excerpt. :)
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