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So let me tell you something funny – any by funny , I mean unusual – that happened to me yesterday….
I breezed out of my office door into the reception area. Whoa… I rubbed my eyes. Was I seeing what I think I was? Wings? I ventured farther in and…sure enough. Tall, dark and WOW.
“Hello, I’m Caden Silverwind from An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement. I’m filling in for Tena. She’ll be a long later.”
Shuffling my papers, really buying time, I snatched up a pen. “Uh…okay. Let me gather my thoughts and make a couple of revisions to the questions. You probably don’t know what inspired your story.”
(Caden) “I wouldn’t be so sure.” A devastating grin spread across his chiseled features. His green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Shoot.”
Hot damn. I said to myself fanning the air with my interview papers. That deep voice, smooth as honey warmed my… “Let’s start with where did the idea come from for An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement.”
(Caden) “Tena claims she rounded the corner of one of the abandoned cabins (dating back to 1880-1890) that dot the landscape near the top of Independence Pass. It’s over 12,000 feet in elevation, you know. The first scene apparently played out right there. Or possibly lack of oxygen.” He snickered.
“Okay. So tell me a little about you.”
(Caden) “I’m a warrior angel… You do know the difference between angels? Right?”
“Not exactly. Why don’t you enlighten me.”
(Caden) A white angel is just what you would expect of an angel. They help people in need, and other divine duties as called upon to perform. The warrior angels are beings who are good souls but extenuating circumstances made them unable to fit that mold. Most were soldiers, warriors, or misfits with a good heart and soul in their human life. Warrior angels are the renegade angels up above. They take on the dark demons or dark ones that rise from the bowels of Hell, or are caught in between, and leave death and destruction in their wake. Mortals have no idea such creatures walk among them or even exist. That’s the way the big guy likes it.” Clearing his throat, he glanced at the heavens and grinned wide. “Warriors are considered outcasts by the white angels, but let one of those dark demons break through the perimeter and listen to the white one’s squeal.” He roared with laughter.
“Wow, didn’t have any idea… So are you going to be in trouble for telling me?”
“Nope, Tena spilled the beans in the book. She’ll have some explaining to do one day at those pearly gates.
“Uh oh. What’s your story?”
“I’d battled dark demons for a very long time. The last confrontation with them nearly destroyed my body and shattered my soul. I’d known it was coming for nearly a year. The darkness seeped into my consciousness a little more with each battle. I talked with my legion commander who ultimately decided the feeling would pass. It didn’t. At least I hadn’t endangered the mission when I failed to act. Against the advice of my superiors, I choose an indefinite sabbatical in the Colorado Rockies. The rugged strength and majestic beauty allowed me the serenity to pick up the pieces, face my fears, and contemplate the future. That’s when I found Mystic. She lay naked, battered, and beaten several yards off the trail. Her long, straight black hair fanned around her head, tangled with twigs, bits of grass and dried blood. That vision still haunts me today.
What did you do?
“Ah…well… you’ll have to read the book to find out. Don’t want to give anything away.” Leaning back in his chair he tented his fingers. “Don’t want her to kill me off in another book. You know how authors are.”
“Tease.” The door to the outer office banged opened. Tena knocked and rushed in.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Peggy. It’s been one of those days. Characters running amuck all over the place. I trust Caden kept you entertained.”
“Why yes, yes he did. I shuffled my papers and relaxed back in my chair. “Tell us a little about An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement.”
Warrior angels are forbidden to fall in love…sometimes fate has other ideas.
Fallen warrior angel, Caden Silverwind, lives alone in Colorado’s rugged Rockies, healing from physical wounds as well as the mental anguish suffered during battles with dark demons. Then he finds a woman barely clinging to life after a horrendous beating. He is not prepared for the entanglement she brings to his life, nor the feelings she awakens in him.
Bureau of Indian Affairs Agent, Mystic Rayne’s personal dilemma and assignment nearly gets her killed. Divine intervention is a complication she never expected and her growing attraction to Caden is undeniable. Can she trust him with her secret?
Their quest to uncover her attacker takes them from the pristine mountains in Colorado to the wilds of Wyoming. Along the way, they find answers which may place them in more danger. Determined to solve the mystery, they must also navigate their feelings and fears to find love and unite heaven and earth.
How about an exclusive peek between the pages of An Angel’s Unintentional Entanglement?
She threw up her hands. “Where does that leave us? If there even is an us. What are we doing? Friends? More than friends? Protector and protected? What?” Oh geez, what am I doing. I learned to quit babbling on and on when I felt uncomfortable or not in control in law school. Clear, concise, and to the point. Did all my education fly right out the window, when an angel flew in? The corner of her mouth twitched, and she blew out a breath. She had to get a grip. Thinking with him so close was impossible.
“Not sure where our relationship is going, but I damn sure intend to find out,” he said.
“But if you are forbidden to associate with me…” She looked up at him, wriggled out of his hold and put some space between them on the couch. There, that’s better.
“Nope. I’m no longer a warrior, nor do I intend to return. I can’t be sure that I won’t succumb to the dark demon influence again. Physically I’m not one hundred percent either. That makes me a liability in battle, and I’m not sure when or if that will ever change.”
“I’ve fallen for a defective angel. Wouldn’t you know it.” She threw her hands up in the air then tried to stifle a giggle.
His heart took a leap, and his pulse quickened. “Did you?”
Thank you for sharing. What are you working on now? Peggy, I’m excited. A Magic Redemption, fifth book in A Demon’s Witch Series is in edits as we speak. Hopefully it will release by the end of 2018. This one is Synn’s story. She has been a reoccurring character in the series. I wanted people to understand who she really was and how she transformed.
Also I am working on a new series my publisher, The Wild Rose Press, put together about a small town in Willow Springs, Vermont. Where anything can happen. My book is a paranormal romance entitled Mystic Maples.
About the author:
Tena Stetler is a best-selling author of award winning paranormal romance novels. An over-active imagination, led to writing her first vampire romance as a tween to the chagrin of her mother and delight of her friends. After many years as a paralegal, then an IT Manager, she decided to live out her dream of pursuing a publishing career.
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, she sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of witches, shapeshifters, demons, faeries, and gryphons, with a Navy SEAL or two mixed in telling their tales. Her books tell stories of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them. Well, okay there are a few companion animals to round out the tales.
Tena’s social media links:
Thanks so much for stopping by Tena and Caden. It’s been an honor.
“The pleasure was all mine.” Caden stood, towering over me by at least a foot. Leaned over took my hand kissed it.
My cheeks heated. But WOW…An angel.
“Thanks Peggy. Come on Caden, Mystic is waiting for you… something about ice cream in a waffle cone?”
He winked at me as he left. Whew what a day! My daughter and husband are never going to believe this.
It’s been a little over a week since I got home from the RWA 2018 conference. Last week I basically played catch-up with my life. Laundry needed to get done, groceries needed to be shopped for, I had to pay a passel of bills, clean my house, visit and check on my mother, the car was scheduled for an oil change and tune-up, I had a repeat mammogram, a weeks’ worth of blogs to write, PLUS I had a deadline for edits due yesterday on a second holiday release, and my final audio chapters had to be listened to and corrected before the book goes to Audible.
Oh, and let’s not forget I needed to reconnect with my husband and daughter.
Can you spell S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D?
So, because I’m only one woman and even I – Miss Chronic Insomnia – sleep 2 hours a night, I am doing something I’ve never done before with regard to my writing.
Get ready for it, because it’s a doozy!
I, Mrs Writing is my Oxygen, am taking a bit of a writing break.
I know. Shocked the s**t out of me, too!
I’ve never actually had a vacation from writing before, even when I worked full time. I always wrote in the evenings, on weekends, and when we traveled.
But I’m going to give myself 2 weeks off starting in a few days. I need to rest my brain and re-examine my career. This has been a busy year, writing and publishing-wise for me. I had one book come out in April ( CAN’T STAND THE HEAT), and I have at least 2 books ( DEARLY BELOVED and CHRISTMAS & CANOLLIS) and an e-book (HOPE’S DREAM) coming out before the end of the year, plus 2 Audible books.
That’s a lot.
Really. A lot.
So….let’s see if I survive this little vaca from writing everyday. I just might not be able to….breathe, and by breathe, I mean make it out on the other end alive!
Hahah. Dramatic, thy name is Peg Jaeger.
Any hoo. I’ll report back after my self imposed exile ends. Until then, I’ll be scheduling some stuff on Hootsuite I’m writing a head of time, so you’ll still hear from me regularly.
When I’m off the grid – and even when I’m on it – you can find me here:
The logo/motto for the 2018 RWA conference was RETHINK REVITALIZE RENEW. I think I did all 3.
It’s been a week since I’ve been home and I’ve been super busy trying to finish edits on an upcoming title, due today. Yesterday I completed them and sent them on their way, so now I can start to listen to the RWA flash drive of the classes and workshops I missed, plus put into effect some of the marketing strategies I learned.
Here are a few random pictures I still haven’t posted from the event. Next year, NYC. Can’t wait…truly!
When the menu had yet another thing I was allergic to: (PS I never ate the food at any of the luncheons or dinners because I was allergic to almost everything they served!
My favorite event: The ProLiteracy book Singing!
Next year I’m going to be more diligent in how I take pictures. This year I didn’t take enough!
So. I’ve been on radio silence for the last week because I’ve been vacationing with the family in Iceland.
Yes, that Iceland.
Why Iceland, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya.
I’ve mentioned before that my daughter and I no longer give one another birthday presents, instead opting to give one another experiences. Last year we went to trapeze school, so this year, I decided I wanted a trip for my b’day. My daughter went to Iceland for work a few years ago and loved it. I am a rabid fan and watcher of all things Housewives related and last year the OC girls went to Iceland and it looked beautiful. So, I said, why not go there this year? Daughter said yes, hubby said yes and we invited my niece ( who’s also hubby’s Goddaughter) to go with us. Hubby would be in charge of our itinerary, and daughter would reserved our lodgings. She did good, too. We AIRBNB’d at a farmhouse in Reykjavik.
Now, over the next few days I’ll give you a feel for what we did, but first I want to tell you the things I liked and didn’t like so much about Iceland.
2. The roads
3. The venues we traveled to
4. The airport
5. The cleanliness of the country
The things I wasn’t too thrilled about:
1.The water smells like rotten eggs ( sulfur)
2. The weather is awful. All the time.
3. The price of things is waaaaaaaay ridiculous
4. You can’t go to the bathroom in a public place without having to pay.
5. it’s light out, literally and truthfully, 24 hours a day – no nightfall at all while we were there.
And now for some clarity. On the things I liked list:
The people are so friendly, they ALL speak English ( so yay!!) and they genuinely seem happy. The roads are amazing. Single lanes both ways, but not one pothole, dirt road, divet, or detour anywhere we traveled. You can see what they spend tax money on plain as day. All the places we went to visit were great! The airport was super clean, accessible, and made sense to a foreigner ( me!). This is the cleanest country I have ever been in. No garbage, no litter, no homeless, no druggies.
Now, the negatives.
The country was formed when a volcano exploded so there is lava rock everywhere. Because of this, they are geothermal. The water comes from the underbelly of the lava so it smells like sulfur. Big time. I held my nose every shower I took. It rained everyday. All day. And never got above 50 degrees. I will never complain about the prices of things in the US again. A hamburger cost 29 dollars. A 16 oz. diet soda was 5.5o. Lunch routinely cost us 100.00. LUNCH! The kronur is 100 to 1 US dollar. 5 dollars is 500 kronars. Ridiculous. Also ridiculous is that you have to pay to pee. Everywhere. The public restrooms cost us 200 Kronur per pee each. I’m sorry, but there are some things in life that should be free: air, water, dirt, and the ability to pee. My daughter told me that this is a big thing in Europe = paying to use the public toilet. I stopped drinking completely when I found this out, Really. I was practically dehydrated, but I didn’t have to pay to pee. Everywhere we stopped I told my girls, ” find out if you can pee for free.”
A word about the perpetual light. It’s a real thing. There were blackout shades over all the windows in the house we stayed in, but it really didn’t make that much of a difference. At 2 oclock in the morning it looked like 3 pm outside. Very unsettling to the psyche.
Overall, I enjoyed the vaca, despite the few negatives. Would I go back? Probably not. It was a one and done for me. But I’m glad I went and saw the land of the midnight sun. Which is a thing. Really.