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Welcome readers and authors,
Thank you for being
here with me today.
Let me tell you how I got my inspiration for my story, Gypsy Blood.
Once upon a time,
a good friend, and author in her own right, insisted she treat me for my
birthday.
I won’t tell you
which birthday, so don’t ask.
My friend took me
to a quaint little restaurant where the food was scrumptious. Lo and behold,
they had a gypsy fortuneteller seated at a table in the corner. Of course we
indulged in both the food and having our fortunes told. The gypsy fascinated me
and most of her predictions have come true. She nailed my lifestyle and my
hopes.
It was an
interesting and fun birthday celebration. When
I returned home, my thoughts stayed with the gypsy. Being an author, I love to
take interesting characters, mix in a few troublemakers and plot story lines for
them. This gypsy impressed me with her intelligence and her thoughtful chosen
words, so I researched the gypsies of yore and found some very interesting
reading. The Romany have such rich, colorful traditions, which I included in the book. Their mysticism and beliefs held me captive. I admit, I am often
carried away with research.
Isn't every writer a research hound?
Hence, Rita Muldova came to life, a
homicide detective of pure Roma blood, her mother a gypsy seer with great mystic
powers
Following
today’s popular trend of many readers, I decided to use, and yes, add a little…
well…okay, a lot of mysticism.
What
is a story without a love interest? I gave her a handsome hunk of a FBI agent from
Voodoo City. Yum. My kind of guy.
Her best friend on the force, Della,
is a character unto herself. She has Rita’s back.
When I threw in an odd serial killer it turned into a heck of a wild ride.
A fast paced read for all you
paranormal/romance/thriller readers out there.
Try it, I think
you’ll enjoy the ride.
Lorrie.
Excerpt
.Detective Rita Moldova peeked around the corner to make sure the hallway was empty. Making a quick right turn, she slipped into the autopsy lab to have a few minutes alone with the body. She tucked her white shirt tighter into her jeans and zipped her windbreaker to stay warm in the chilly room. The harsh odor of formaldehyde hit her nostrils and stung her throat.
.Detective Rita Moldova peeked around the corner to make sure the hallway was empty. Making a quick right turn, she slipped into the autopsy lab to have a few minutes alone with the body. She tucked her white shirt tighter into her jeans and zipped her windbreaker to stay warm in the chilly room. The harsh odor of formaldehyde hit her nostrils and stung her throat.
Her heart twisted at the sight of
the young, auburn-haired woman lying on the stainless steel table. A white
sheet covered her to the navel; bruises blemished the once pretty face.
Contusions marred the pallid skin from elbow to shoulder. The gash on the front
of her neck gaped, exposing open veins and torn tissue.
Rita
flipped her thick, dark braid back over her shoulder, snapped on one latex
glove, leaned over the corpse, and peeled back an eyelid. In her bare hand, she
clasped a star-shaped crystal hanging from the gold chain around her neck, an
endowment from her maternal Roma bloodline. The crystal heated in her palm, warm
energy pulsing up her arm to her shoulder. The face captured in the victim’s
eye coalesced and stared back. Rita drew in a sharp breath. Bobby Driscoll! She had known him since
high school, and now he worked as a uniform in her precinct. What the hell was
going on?
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more info and the reviews.
Gypsy Blood is now available in e-book format at Amazon
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