Dellani’s Tea Time January 11, 2016

red river radio logoJoin Dellani and her cohost, Christina (Rachel Rueben) for the first Dellani’s Tea Time of 2016 at 4:00 PM EST today! There’s no telling what we’ll talk about, but you can be sure to get a laugh (or even two) while we talk about all things book and writing related. We will probably get off subject and talk about a lot of other things too – who knows?

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Excerpt from “Chase”

I got the idea from my radio show today, to look at my story endings. I decided to share some of the ones I liked best.
“Chase” is named after the main character. I decided to use first person with a male narrator for this one. Chase Baker is a self-made millionaire. He owns a mall. One day, he meets Tracey Woodstone in the parking lot freaking out because she thinks her car’s been stolen. After a wild series of circumstances, Chase has to rescue his staff & her father from the bad guys and ends up in the hospital.

Tracey snuggled up beside me, laying her head on my chest on the side where it didn’t hurt. Her hair smelled fantastic. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but she had it pulled back and braided. I settled for patting her on the back. It took me a couple minutes, but I realized she was crying.

“Oh, Chase, what would I do without you? Daddy’s company would be gone and I’d be stuck in an awful relationship. You saved my life. If I’d married Ted, I know I would have killed myself.”

“You saved me too,” I murmured, rubbing her back. “I was so alone. You gave me a reason to live.”

Her lips were on mine, kissing me gently, with a sweet, hot passion that set my throbbing loins on fire. I hurt so bad I could hardly stand it, but I never wanted her to stop.

“I love you,” she whispered. “From the moment you handed me that cup of coffee.”

“I loved you when you were crying in the rain,” I kissed her forehead. “I think I’m going to send those women flowers,” I decided with a happy sigh.


“Because what’s her name borrowed what’s her name’s car.”

“She borrowed my car.”

“‘Xactly. If she’d done it right, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you.”

“Flowers would be a nice gesture. Hey, Chase?”

I tried to focus on her. “Yeah?”

“You made me a promise on the phone.”

“Mm hm. Gonna keep it real soon, baby.”

“Heal up fast,” she murmured, her breath lingering on my cheek. “Because I’m waiting.”

With a satisfied smile, I kissed her and fell asleep.

Pierre Roustan Is My Guest Blogger

Pierre Roustan, author of "The Cain Letters"Today, I am thrilled to have Pierre Roustan, author of “The Cain Letters”, here as my guest blogger.  Recently, Pierre was fortunate enough to cross the path of Alexandra Glade.  Here, in an exclusive interview, she revealed a small part of herself.

Only in the author’s private world can an audience really see the fantasy become a reality. Here, you have that opportunity to see my fantasy become your reality—

 I took a step into her world, my heroine’s world. I sat down at the table and across from me was her, my main character. A woman named Alexandra Glade. Here, you will read her story. A story she has told me many times. But let me tell you—it was worth it to hear her story that many times or else I wouldn’t have been able to pay homage to her with my first novel THE CAIN LETTERS. Enjoy.



Pierre: So…Miss…Glade?

Alexandra: Alexandra Glade. Yes.


Pierre: It’s a pleasure having you here on such short notice and in such a, uhh…dark part of town here.

Alexandra: The location is necessary. Trust me. At least for the likes of me. I prefer darkness.


Pierre: Fair enough. Okay. Well. Let’s start then. I feel like I have a slammin’ story coming my way.

Alexandra: I should hope so, friend.


Pierre: All right, first question—if you can please our readers with this answer, where are you from?

Alexandra: London, England.


Pierre: Where do you live currently?

Alexandra: Everywhere.


Pierre: ….. Everywhere? Ooooor nowhere? Maybe?

Alexandra: I mean what I said—everywhere. I’ve lived in London, Paris, Mexico, Australia, Africa, all over your United States. Russia. Poland.


Pierre: W…wow. How the hell do you get mail?

Alexandra: I don’t. Usually. I do have an apartment, but I’m rarely there. Typically maybe one week a year I reside there.


Pierre: And what do you do for a living then that allows you to live in so many places around the world?

Alexandra: I am a hunter.


Pierre: A hunter? Just a hunter? What do you hunt?

Alexandra: Vampires mostly.


Pierre: What?? Come again??

Alexandra: Mostly. Evil creatures that mean us harm, that defy and stand against God.


Pierre: So a vampire hunter. For God?

Alexandra: In a manner of speaking, yes. I work for the Vatican, specifically. Although many other churches, sects and organizations have hired me to handle issues of a somewhat demonic nature.


Pierre: Oh, so, like, exorcisms or ‘ghostbusting’ and stuff like that?

Alexandra: Never had to do any ‘ghostbusting’ or even exorcisms. But I have had a conversation with the possessed before. One I care not to remember.


Pierre: Forgive me. All right. Next question: what are your qualifications as a hunter? Sounds like a pretty high-profile position. Not something you’d find in the Grand Rapids Press, you know what I mean?

Alexandra: I was trained by an ancient organization of warriors known as the Berith Lochem. We are Warriors of the Three Trinity Lines. Our founder was Nimrod himself. From the Book of Genesis?


Pierre: Wow! Book of Genesis…. Wow. My Scripture knowledge is a little shaky—

Alexandra: He was a great hunter for the Lord. He began the Berith Lochem to fight evil.


Pierre: And what does ‘Berith Lochem’ mean? Sounds like a language I’ve never heard.

Alexandra: It means ‘Divine Covenant’. Hebrew.


Pierre: Interesting. Okay. And what kind of training are we talking about?

Alexandra: These days really do call for a more extensive regimen: weapons and tactics, martial arts, vampiric theory and culture as well. Our training is the equivalent of a United States Navy S.E.A.L. or Marine or K.G.B. operative. We are trained to kill.


Pierre: …. Okay. All righty.

Alexandra: Do you have any more questions for me?


Pierre: Umm…. Sure. I suppose.

Alexandra: Then fire away.


Pierre: ( laughs nervously) I’ll do my best there, Miss Glade—although you probably have more experience than I do at ‘firing away’.

Alexandra: (she smiles) Well, I do love a firearm. But my weapon of choice does tend to be a blade.


Pierre: (laughs nervously again) So…Miss Glade…. Do you have many friends?

Alexandra: Some. My friends, though, tend to also be comrades, other hunters that stand by me.


Pierre: And how do they see you?

Alexandra: I would hope a woman they can trust.


Pierre: And your enemies? How do they see you?

Alexandra: Someone they cannot trust. At all.


Pierre: Because you hunt them down and kill ‘em, right?

Alexandra: If they break the Code, yes.


Pierre: The Code. What is…the ‘Code’?

Alexandra: Dear Mr. Roustan. Dear Mr. Roustan…so sheltered from the truth. You must know…vampires exist. And they are a community. A nation. And they have their laws. Regardless of what Hollywood has to say about vampires, it is true that even the darkest of shadows have their morality. Even demons have decrees they must follow. It just so happens that vampires, these days, have a Code that respects humankind. And hunters, we must respect it, too.


Pierre: You’re saying vampires are not allowed to kill? Right? I thought they had to in order to drink blood.

Alexandra: Some vampires, ‘rogues’ we call them, feel they need to. But the truth is…they don’t. To feed is not to kill. In fact, in this day and age, moral vampires feed on ‘consenting adults’. They do not break any laws. Therefore, we must refrain from killing them. The ‘rogues’, or even lesser breeds without self-control, we hunt down and kill because they violate their own Code and take away human life.


Pierre: Wow…and how can you tell you’re facing a ‘rogue’?

Alexandra: Usually…they try to kill me. Before it would come to that, though, I receive intel from ‘reliable’ sources about my targets. Usually, I never initiate a hunt on a noble vampire. Usually.


Pierre: So I take it hunting vampires is what makes you happy?

Alexandra: In the name of God…most definitely, yes.


Pierre: (clears throat) And…what makes you sad?

Alexandra: (pauses) …. Many things. Friends I’ve lost….


Pierre: Any regrets?

Alexandra: More than I can count with my fingers.


Pierre: Sorry to touch on a fragile subject there…. Don’t mean to—

Alexandra: Nothing to be ashamed of. This is an interview after all.


Pierre: It most certainly is, Miss Glade. It most certainly is…. One more question then….

Alexandra: Fire away.


 Pierre: …. How do you see your future?

Alexandra: Look around you. I picked this location for a reason….