Saturday, September 24, 2011

Guest Author ~ Mel Teshco

Welcome to Mel Teshco, our guest from down under. Her direct and descriptive style of writing lets our imaginations take over, and brings her paranormal stories to life.
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When I first started writing paranormal fiction, I never once thought how addictive it would become. Gargoyles (Winged & Dangerous series), Aliens (Alien Hunger series), Werewolves (Carnal Moon and Moon Thrall), Vampires (Her Dark Lord) and now...shape-shifters with my first self-published work, Identity Shift!

I get a buzz out of creating new creatures and their worlds and try hard to make sure each book is different in its own right.

The idea behind my story, Identity Shift, came about after a couple of stories in the Australian newspapers—even on some morning tv programs—featured the different sightings of big black cats—panthers/jaguars? in parts of Australia. Grainy video footage and numerous photographs show this is no hoax. One of the theories is that US soldiers brought the cats in as Mascots at the end of World War 2, some of which escaped weeks later.

I built my own little world around the foundations of those reports, with Alexia Leigh on a mission to prove the existence of not just the existence of big cats in Australia, but shape-shifters too!

Identity Shift

BLURB:

Alexia Leigh is determined to prove big-cat shape-shifters exist. But she never expected Blake Powell, the key to the shifter race, to rescue and seduce her—never expected to want him like he's her last damned breath! She's never experienced such raw pleasure, has forgotten what it is to truly feel alive. And now she is torn between him and the proof she needs.

EXCERPT:

Guns ‘N’ Roses blared from inside nondescript apartment fourteen. She took a deep, calming breath as adrenaline surged within. She had him. At last her quarry was within reach. She raised a fist and hammered on the flimsy, peeling wooden door.

The music shut down. A baby wailed a few apartments down, a small dog yapping into life inside another. Heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door.

“Yes.”

One word. One deep, masculine, primal intonation.

Her pulses jerked in response, her nipples beading tight beneath her black leather jacket and tight burgundy singlet.

If this is what he could do to a woman with one monosyllable behind a closed door, she could only imagine what he could do with a whole sentence, and up close and personal.

She cursed under her breath. She’d clearly been too long without a man, someone to ease the heavy ache of her breasts, the deep throb between her thighs. Just as well she wanted nothing more from him than answers.

Hesitating for a beat, she asked, “Mr. Powell?”

She closed her eyes at his long, drawn out silence. Then she heard him release a heavy sigh before returning wearily, “Who wants to know?”

Impatience drummed a loud tattoo behind her skull. A migraine was all she needed right now.

“I’m here on behalf of my father. He is—“ she swallowed back a wave of bitter loss and grief ”—was an archaeologist. You may have heard of him? Professor Thomas Leigh.” At the thick, almost suffocating silence that followed she continued more loudly, “He believed in the existence of human-panther shape-shifters—”

Her sentence ended on a startled gasp as the door flung open and she was jerked unceremoniously inside.

“Enough already,” Blake growled.

She hissed out a breath at the current of electricity sizzling through her arm’s every nerve ending; at the cheek of him dragging her inside. She tugged free, and looked up…and up.

Beneath scruffy dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt the man was a mountain of fluid muscle and sinew, repressed energy that vibrated with emotion and patently raw sex appeal.

“Are you mad?” she said through gritted teeth. “All I wanted was a civilized discussion, not to be dragged inside like I’m nothing more than…than a cave woman!”

He slammed the door shut behind her and pushed home a large bolt. When he peeled off his dark sunglasses—ludicrous inside the near dark room lit only by a naked bulb—she took an involuntary step back. His eyes were an unnatural gold-yellow. Beautiful, but deadly.

She sucked in some oxygen, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. Damn it all to hell, he really was sinfully delicious, with more vague hints of darkness beneath his honey-warm skin that tantalized and teased even as it repelled.

“I know who you are,” he said.

“You do?”

“Yes.” He sighed, tunneling a hand through his thick, dark hair that was an inch away from scruffy. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh…what?”

“About your father.”

“Why?” Her voice rose an octave, “Because like everyone else you think the world is better off without another crackpot and his loony beliefs?”

“No. I’m sorry because he was a great man who thought above and beyond the restrictions of science.”

Hostility fled her body, leaving her oddly drained and a little disorientated. How long had it been since someone had said something good about her father? Too long, clearly, for her to appreciate even a scrap of praise. Snide remarks and innuendos had become part and parcel of their life for the three long months since her father’s discovery.

“You look about ready to collapse.” Somehow his silky rich voice stroked her senses, hummed along the nerve-endings behind her eyeballs and soothed away her stress. Turning it into another tension entirely. Sexual tension. “Please. Take a seat,” he murmured.

She managed the couple of steps needed before all but flopping into a ripped, vinyl two-seater lounge. “You knew my dad?”

“No, not personally. But I read all his articles. He was ahead of his time. A brilliant and ethical man.”

And look where that had got him. Mocked and ridiculed until he’d been stripped of all his dignity, his beliefs. His life.

A wedge of hair dropped over her eyes from her scraped back pony tail. She abstractedly pushed the dark blonde length behind one ear. “Then you know why I’m here.”

He moved into the tiny kitchen, where a half-empty bottle of scotch resided on the counter. He poured them each a glass. She gulped hers down like it was a tonic for all the ills in the world.

He smiled and took a mouthful before giving a nod. “I gather since your father uncovered the bones, he also found the journal and deciphered the names on the list?”

“Only yours,” she conceded. Her father’s long held view of honesty being the best policy had burrowed deep into her psyche, despite its obvious pitfalls. “What else have you concluded?” she pressed.

He raised a dark brow. “That now you’re hoping to track down the Illawatti tribe.”

She released another long, slow breath. “Let me guess. You think I’m a raving lunatic?”

Just like my dad.

Blake stalked over to the window and peered between the moldy, almost transparent curtains. “No. Actually, I don’t.”

Wow. Was he serious? She snorted disbelief. “So you agree there’s a possibility the Illawatti tribe exist—”

“We need to leave,” he growled.

She frowned. “No. Not until I get some answers—”

The breath whooshed hard from her throat as he threw himself at her. His weight knocked her to the ground simultaneously to the window shattering, glass raining down like blades of ice.

The dog a few doors down once again took up its relentless yapping. She closed her eyes, aware the muscled bulk of Blake’s body sheltered her. But she was even more aware of the ping of a bullet that had torn a hole through the opposite wall.

Shock pushed her heart rate into high gear. “Someone is shooting at you!”

He effortlessly scooped her up and half-ran into what had to be the only bedroom. “No,” he corrected grimly. “They’re shooting at us.”

Her blood pressure spiking, she looked up. The pool of light leaking into the bedroom allowed her to note his composed expression, his strange-colored eyes that scanned the room, seemingly considering every possible option before he acted. “What the hell are you saying?” she hissed.

She was a target?

He glanced down at her. “I apologize in advance. Your hellish day isn’t about to improve any time soon.”
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And here's the buy links for 'Identity Shift' , only 99 cents.

Amazon
Smashwords
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Visit Mel Teshco at ~ melteshco.com

Identity Shift~Amazon
Moon Thrall~Ellora's Cave
Her Dark Lord~Nocturne Bites

19 comments:

Savanna Kougar said...

Welcome, Mel. Fab-exciting excerpt. Thanks for being with us today.

Mel Teshco said...

Thanks Savanna, it's great to be here! =)

Tracey O'Hara said...

Great job Mel, I have this one downloaded and ready to go when I have finsihed this current ms. :) can't wait. :)

Mel Teshco said...

Hey Tracey!

I hope you enjoy it! Looking forward to reading book 3 of the Dark Brethren too!

Kylie Griffin said...

Hi Mel,

It's funny what triggers ideas for stories, isn't it? I don't know about you but I could be out shopping, pushing the trolley around, or sitting at a cafe, or I see an ad or hear a piece of music and suddenly it captures my imagination and I'm off in my own little world playing the "WHAT IF?" game.

I'd never knew Australia had panther/jaguars on the loose but I guess urban legends like this get started. All great fodder for authors.

Love your excerpt from IDENTITY SHIFT. My favourite line - "If this is what he could do to a woman with one monosyllable behind a closed door, she could only imagine what he could do with a whole sentence, and up close and personal." (sigh) :-)

Mel Teshco said...

Hi Kylie!!

Yes, there was a bit of news around about black big cat sightings, mostly Victoria and NSW. I find it all very interesting - I could just see them hunting kangaroos LOL!
And thanks re: the excerpt =)

C.T. Green said...

Hey - you know I LOVE everything you write - even the stuff you warn me about!

Fantastic post and I'm off to get me some shapeshifter action - gotta love a man who's prepared to throw himself at a woman *sigh* and I do agree with Kylie! ; )

Mel Teshco said...

LOL - thanks C.T - should I warn you about this one, then? BWG

Eleni Konstantine said...

Oh, I never knew the inspiration behind the tale! And I have IS on my TBR pile. Can't wait!

Mel Teshco said...

Hi there!

And welcome to the wonderful cover designer of Identity Shift!! (she's done lots of other GREAT covers too)

Thanks Eleni =)

Eleni Konstantine said...

Aw thanks Mel...

Christina Phillips said...

Hi Mel! Congratulations on your first venture into self publishing! I have Identity Shift on my iPhone and can't wait to read it!!

Ju Dimello said...

Oohh...Fab except, Mel ;) Loved the advance warning ;) So intrigued to know what comes next!!! Did I mention, I loved the title too???

Wow, Eleni is the designer !! That's a fantastic, cover!!!

Serena Shay said...

Welcome, Mel! Thanks for stopping by and sharing with us that wonderful excerpt!

Mel Teshco said...

Hi Christina,

and thanks so much! I hope you enjoy the read =)

Mel Teshco said...

Hi Ju! Great to see you here =)
So glad you love the title - though thinking maybe panther sex kitten or similar would drag more readers in *wink*
And yes Eleni designed my cover, she was fantastic. Anyone interested can find her at Helzcat Designs http://www.helzkatdesigns.com/

Mel Teshco said...

Hi Serena,

thanks for having me =)

Pat C. said...

Sorry I was late to the party. Tech issues. Love your style and love your titles. Good luck and tons of sales with this!

Mel Teshco said...

Hi Pat, better late than never =)
And thanks so much!