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Thursday, February 6, 2014

7 Reasons Writing Is Like the Olympics


By Cate Masters

I’m so excited for the 2014 Winter Olympics! Watching these athletes perform after years and years of practice is nothing short of amazing.  As the saying goes, it’s like poetry in motion.

So of course it reminded me of writing. While our writer bodies might not be in motion, what’s happening on the page is definitely lyrical. When it comes out right. :)

Here are seven reasons why writing, to me, is like the Olympics:

1. The first time a story idea hits, it’s a thrill, probably much like an athlete the first time they endeavor a never-tried move.

2. Writing a sentence that’s as perfect as I can make it is a high. I imagine it’s something like when an athlete practices and practices for hours on end to perfect a move, and finally nails it.

3. Working out plot twists is like a slalom, but instead of snow flying in our wake, it’s words.

4.  Putting it all together is like a wonderfully choreographed routine that twists and flows, dips and soars.

5. Finally typing The End. The moment of silence when we’ve finished the practice routine for the last time, made it the best it can be, and can’t wait for an audience to see it.

6. A publisher’s acceptance, I bet, is something like the aerial flips of a snowboard after it launches from the half-pipe.

7. Getting glowing reviews from readers. I could be standing on that winner’s podium, bowing my head while the ribbon holding the gold medal is draped around my neck. There’s nothing quite like it, a feeling that stays with you for a long time. And yes, something to admire long after.

Of course, like any athlete, there’s no resting on our laurels. Once the fanfare has died down, we do what the best always do: get back to work. And reach again for the highest level we possibly can achieve.

Writing A Wedding at the Blue Moon Cafe felt like that. These characters had me at hello. From the moment I began writing, their story kept surprising me in the best way. And like the Olympics, there’s some action, some drama, and a whole lot of heart.

I hope you’ll read it. They will take you on a ride you won’t forget.

Here’s the blurb:

   Never look back. Clarissa Hartman left her miserable life behind the day she graduated high school, the same day she turned 18. Driving for days, the road led her to Marfa, Texas. Right away, she knew she’d found home. Seven years later, she’s found her place in life plus the one thing she never expected to find: love. Dylan Wall’s everything she ran away from. So why can’t she stay away from him?
   Never give up. Dylan Wall is at the top of his game. His PR firm’s sought out by brand name companies, but he’s so busy spinning everyone else’s reps, he doesn’t realize his personal life’s taken a downhill turn. Deep down, he knows that somewhere, the perfect someone is waiting for him. The woman who’ll accept him for who he is – if he’s ever able to reveal it. When he lands in Marfa for his best friend’s wedding, Clarissa’s sharp tongue puts everything in a different perspective. She draws out a side of himself hidden away for too long. She’s everything he wants, in the wrong package. So why does she feel like home?
   In Marfa, appearances are deceptive. Discovering the truth beneath the surface is the first step toward finding yourself, and joy.


A Wedding at the Blue Moon Café
Blue Moon Series 2
Contemporary novella
About 44,000 words

Friday, January 10, 2014

You're Invited...


By Cate Masters

You’re invited to a wedding!

   Not just any nuptials either. They're unique, none like you've attended before. You'll get to know the best man and maid of honor so well, they'll seem like dear old friends.
   Where is this wedding? At The Blue Moon Cafė, of course. No limit on the number of guests - all are welcome!
   When is it? This week! Decadent officially releases A Wedding at the Blue Moon Cafė today. I couldn’t be more thrilled if I were the bride.

   It's a short trip to West Texas - just download your ticket from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance or direct from Decadent Publishing, and I’ll take you the funky little town of Marfa, home to cowboys and artists alike. A place where your soul can say ‘ahhh’ and your heart can soar to the stars—which, in Marfa, appear much closer and so much brighter that they hold Star Parties. Plus glider competitions, play festivals,  arts festivals, and another to celebrate their Mystery Lights. My kind of town!
   So come on, what are you waiting for? I’d love to bring you there.

Here’s an excerpt:

 She pointed a packet of plastic utensils at him. “Amy saw in Jeff what no one else had—a guy who’d stifled his creative side, an unhappy soul stuck in a dead-end job.”
   “Whoa, what fairy tale did you hear? He had a six-digit salary.” He slid the phone into his back pocket.
   “Fairy tale? You think there has to be a fairy tale to have a happy ending?” She jabbed the utensils at him. “What did his salary matter if he hated getting up every morning? And going to work felt like a prison sentence?”
   “You think he’s in a better place in his life here? Now that he has to cook and clean and wait on customers?”
   “They’re more than customers to Jeff. He knows everyone in town. Cares about them.”
   “Oh, come on.”
   “When was the last time you cared about your work?” How could he invest his soul in anything he had to put a new face on to make it more palatable to the public? According to Jeff, Dylan’s successful PR firm spun new images for people, things. In Clarissa’s experience, if people or things needed new images, they probably didn’t deserve them.
   “I….” His brow furrowed. He blinked, staring out at nothing.
   Gotcha. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” So why did it come as a relief that he might have a soul buried beneath that slick facade?
   “I care. Plenty.”
   “And I bet you can’t wait to get back.”
   “I can’t.”
   Lightning might have struck her nerves. “Good.” She stomped around the booth.
   “Why do you hate me so much?” His voice drifted through the flimsy canvas.
   “You’re everything I ran away from.”
   A pause. “Stability? Success?”
   Smart ass. “Shallow, egotistical, so focused on work you’re missing out on life.”
   “I miss nothing.”
   “You’re so blind, you don’t even see what you’re missing.” Maybe if she took him to see the Marfa Lights, he’d understand. Appreciate more than what he could grasp using only his hands.
   “Oh, and I suppose if I gardened to get in touch with nature, maybe got a few tattoos to show how tough I am—”
   Anger sizzled through her blood stream. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
   “Enlighten me.” He reached for the feather on her shoulder. “Why’d you get this one?”
   His touch sent a jolt through her and she shrugged away his finger. “Don’t.”
   “Just asking. Don’t shoot the inquisitor.”
   “Then don’t poke your inquisition where it doesn’t belong. And nobody uses words like inquisitor.”
   He made a goofy face. “Apparently, I do.”
      “You’re an ass.”
“Don’t speak to the customers like that.” Facing the front of the booth, he smiled. “Good evening, how are you?”
   She rushed to his side. “I wasn’t—there’s no one here.”
   He grinned. “I’m here.”
   Unfortunately. She slammed the box on the table. “If you think you can handle the crowds on your own for a minute, I’d like to go change.”
   He gave her the once-over. “Why? You look great.”
   Her breath billowed in her chest, and she restrained it from releasing as a screech.
   He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to provoke you, merely stating the obvious.    But if you’d be more comfortable in something else, by all means. Go change.”
   She leaned out and peered past the counter, up and down the street. Some people milling around, nothing crazy yet. “All right. I’ll be back in a few.”
   “I’ll be here.” All sweetness, he smiled. “Waiting for you.” 

Book video

Friday, December 20, 2013


By Cate Masters

Santa couldn’t have given me a better present than Decadent Publishing did this year – the release of my holiday novella, Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake!

I may have to croon Blue Christmas for days! But in a joyful rather than melancholy way. Blue moons bring luck! And to me, symbolize second chances. I couldn’t resist playing with that particular idea in this story. And if you love the movie Serendipity, you’re bound to love Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake, too – both have slight touches of magic only found during this season. Combine that with two hearts who’ve yearned for each other for a long time, and it only adds to the magic of the story.

Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake launches a new series, a bit different from most other series in that it’s linked by title. The characters don’t repeat, but they’re some of the best characters I’ve written so far, I think. They really pop off the page to life. I hope you’ll agree!

I hope Santa does too! He seems to be enjoying his copy, doesn’t he?

Do holiday stories help put you in the spirit? However you celebrate, I hope you’ll have a wonderful and joyous one.

Here’s a peek at Blue Moon Over Bliss Lake:

Can Fate give two people a second chance at love? Sierra O’Brien and Carter Grove are about to find out. After an accidental meeting near their hometown of Bliss, Pennsylvania, events from their past reoccur. Will they make the same mistakes and drift apart again?

In Bliss, the inexplicable is an everyday occurrence, and anything is possible—especially during a blue moon.


About Cate

   Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
   Cate loves to hear from readers! Email her at: cate.masters@gmail.com

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Friday, September 6, 2013

One Night Can Last Forever

By Cate Masters

One of my favorite things about writing 1Night Stand stories is the versatility. So far, I’ve written a contemporary, Tonight You Belong to Me; a fantasy, A Hard Day’s Knight; another contemporary, Homecoming; a futuristic with time travel, Cinderella Dreams.

Two more contemporaries are coming up for release – one with a bit of humor, The Ex Factor; and another with a not-so-sweet history, Sweet Revenge.

The cool thing is, no matter which direction you take a 1NS, you can make it work. I’ve read so many paranormal, fantasy and contemporary 1NS, and loved them all. If it doesn’t have a forever ending, it might have the promise of one, and that’s just as good for me.

For Gwen, my heroine in Cinderella Dreams, one night long ago ruined her life. She arranged with Madame Eve to return to that fateful night for one shot at altering the course of her fate. Does it work? You’ll have to read Cinderella Dreams to find out. :)

Here’s a little different excerpt than usual:

I set up my tripod, and soon the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked through the flowered archway in pairs. I went rigid when Matt walked in, stiff as a cake-top figurine, mouth in a tight line as he stared into the camera, directly at me. Come to think of it, he hadn’t smiled in any of my shots. The maid of honor did, though—up at Matt. She batted her false lashes and dug her glittery long nails into his suit jacket. Fuming, my hands arched into claws, and I forced myself to take the picture.
He and his cloying partner strolled ahead. I could feel his stare as he passed. It took all I had to train my gaze on the next couple entering the hotel. I must be coming down with something. My head abuzz, I couldn’t shake the fog clouding my mind. Some distant thought nagged, but so indistinct, I had no idea what it meant. Every time I saw him, the feeling grew stronger. It would come to me later.
For the next few hours, I focused on getting the best angle and lighting for each photo. My aim kept coming back to Matt. When I didn’t hold him in the frame, I remained aware of his every movement.
I captured his toast to the happy couple, telling myself I had to get extra pictures, just in case. I zoomed in to a perfect head shot. When he glanced over at me, something electric zinged through the lens and into my nervous system.
I had to steady my hand for the standard wedding cake cutting, followed by the rough scramble during the bouquet toss, and the new couple’s first dance, a Madonna wannabe dancing a little too close with the bride’s father. Maybe I would leave that last photo out. I didn’t want this wedding to be painful for anyone else.
And holy cow, when had Matt learned to dance so well? Sexiness in motion. Trying to impress the maid of honor? It worked. She swayed her ass close to his swiveling hips. Mesmerized by his moves, I let the Nikon droop and imagined strutting right up to him, fitting myself between his pulsing legs. When I finally lifted my gaze to his face, he was singing along with Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” If he was one of the band, I was a front-row groupie. Tempted as I was to toss my panties at him, I instead raced to the ladies’ room and splashed cold water across my face and neck. Not exactly the release I needed, but I had to keep my head on straight and finish this job.
My attempt at projecting confidence broke after re-entering the reception room. Matt held a woman close, slow dancing to The Police’s “Every Breath You Take.” Wow, I could relate to those lyrics tonight. Every move he made, every step he took, I was watching him. Wishing he held me instead of that—
They swiveled, and tension released from my muscles. Ray’s grandmother. What had gotten into me?
Maybe I should eat. I’d picked at my plate earlier, so I returned to it. I stabbed some wilted lettuce onto my fork. As I raised it to my mouth, Ray’s grandmother weaved through the tables to a nearby chair.
Breathless, she laughed. “That man has some moves.”
The DJ urged everyone on their feet for a conga dance, and the maid of honor grabbed Matt’s hand.
“Does he?” Too bad he wasted them on every female in the room but me.
“Oh, sweetie.” She waved me off.
How pathetic. Even Ray’s grandmother ranked ahead of me.
“Go for it, Genevieve.”
“For what?” My false nonchalance couldn’t fool a two-year-old.
“Don’t let fear hold you back.”
“No, of course not. I never do.” Or I always did.
“Then go get him.”
I fiddled with the Nikon strap while the maid of honor hung onto Matt. The night slipped away, second by second, and every passing moment filled with greater urgency.

Available from Decadent Publishing

Multipublished, award-winning author Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com  and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

What's Your Pleasure?

Betting it All available HERE
by Cate Masters

Writing advice floods the web. Many say authors MUST have a brand, stick to one genre. Label yourself clearly so readers will know exactly what they'll get when they pick up one of your books.

I disagree. I say, go with your gut. Give your passion free rein, let it sweep you up into its arms and carry you away wherever it will. Passion is contagious. If you get caught up in it, then so will readers.

To me, genre ranks way below the story itself - whether the characters are compelling, the premise is engaging, the story keeps you turning pages. But then, I'm an eclectic reader. You'll find on my bookshelves everything from literary, mainstream, speculative and scifi, fantasy, urban fantasy, paranormal, horror and more. And that's just the fiction. Plenty of nonfiction titles are squeezed in there too, from poetry to reference to historical.

But the difference between the historical books I own and those I read in school is simple. Passion comes through in every one. The writers loved their subjects, were captivated by them, and couldn't wait to share.

That's how I feel about my own stories. And you've probably guessed I'm an eclectic writer as well. Paranormal, contemporary, mainstream or historical, the genre doesn't matter. I get caught up in them, and can't wait to share them.

Betting It All is my latest historical. I like to choose time periods or areas or events that are a little out of the ordinary, something readers might not know too much about, but will find as interesting as I do. This story's set during the 1906 earthquake in San Francisco - not quite a Western, not quite a Victorian. But it's full of great characters who have great hearts. Not to mention passion. :)

Do you have a favorite genre? Or do you just love a good story?

Here's the blurb for Betting It All:
Norah Hawkins wants a new life as far from her old one as possible, but where can she ever find that chance? When a letter arrives promising her the deed to property in San Francisco, Norah packs her bags and flees the broken shards of her troubled past.

With its anything-goes atmosphere, 1906 San Francisco suits Irishman Gerard MacKenzie just fine. He loves tending bar in Norah’s saloon, and verbally sparring with the shrewd businesswoman for more privileges and work. Her beauty, wit and sass make his blood boil with need.
But disaster looms over their promising new lives when a terrible earthquake buries their dreams and threatens to shatter their future. Norah and Mac must rebuild their lives from the ruins and they’ll need each other more than ever, but can their ties to each other save them or tear them apart?

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Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
Cate loves to hear from readers! Email her at: cate.masters@gmail.com

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Friday, August 16, 2013

Real-life heroes and heroines


My husband’s addiction to The History Channel can be a good or bad thing. Bad when it’s a seeming replay of war and all its related weapons (in much too much gory detail) but good when it sparks a story idea. Some time ago, a feature about the 1906 earthquake in San Francisco caught both our attentions.

Like most story ideas, it gelled in my brain awhile, niggling at me to learn more. Being the research addict I am, I trolled the Web and found a treasure trove of stories waiting to be told. Stories of real-life heroes and heroines who overcame immense odds to rebuild the city after its worst tragedy to date.

Before the great quake, San Francisco was one hot city. The ninth largest in the U.S., it was home to 400,000 people, and rife with crime, prostitution, opium dives and most any vice you can imagine, mostly concentrated in the Barbary District. There, the city’s Vice Squad – for a price, of course – turned a blind eye to the scandalous dance halls, peep shows and whorehouses. More tame fun awaited at the Chutes and Zoo, an amusement park, or the Golden Gate Donkey Rides, where children could ride in goat carts or on donkeys.

Ragtime music was in its heyday, and Enrico Caruso enjoyed immense popularity – he was actually in town during the quake, having performed the night before at the Grand Operahouse.

While Enrico survived the earthquake, not much else in the city did. The Richter Scale had not yet been invented, but geologists estimate the quake to be equal to 7.8, and more than 270 miles of the San Andreas Fault ruptured. More than 3000 people lost their lives, either during the quake or in the resulting fires that destroyed what the quake had left.

The Golden Gate Bridge had not yet been constructed, so residents used the ferry to get back and forth to outlying islands. Trying to crowd onto that ferry to escape the devasation, more lost their lives.

How the survivors managed to carry on, I don’t know. But they did, in an incredible, roll-up-your-sleeves and get-down-to-business way. After President Teddy Roosevelt sent the military with wagonloads of rations, people set up tent cities, food lines and began cleanup efforts. Businesses reopened within days, as shopkeepers were determined to rebuild. Again, every single story told of actual heroes, many who never found recognition for their amazing courage.

In real life, such disaster is heartwrenching. In fiction, it’s fodder for a great story, especially when it has such a hopeful aftermath. I loved placing my heroine and hero in these circumstances. Already down and out, Norah Hawkins and Gerard “Mac” MacKenzie are looking for a better life in San Francisco. Do they find it? Well, you’ll have to read the story to find out. :)

And as of today, you can! It's release day for my historical novella Betting It All! Woot! :)

Here’s the blurb:
Norah Hawkins wants a new life as far from her old one as possible, but where can she ever find that chance? When a letter arrives promising her the deed to property in San Francisco, Norah packs her bags and flees the broken shards of her troubled past.
With its anything-goes atmosphere, 1906 San Francisco suits Irishman Gerard MacKenzie just fine. He loves tending bar in Norah’s saloon, and verbally sparring with the shrewd businesswoman for more privileges and work. Her beauty, wit and sass make his blood boil with need.
But disaster looms over their promising new lives when a terrible earthquake buries their dreams and threatens to shatter their future. Norah and Mac must rebuild their lives from the ruins and they’ll need each other more than ever, but can their ties to each other save them or tear them apart? 


About Cate

Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Book birthday bash for Death Is a Bitch

By Cate Masters

For a writer, the stuff of myth and legend is treasure. Pure story gold. Heroes and heroines who don't simply embody the archetype, they invented it.

Immortals particularly intrigue me. Existing since the dawn of time tends to lend interest to a character, doesn't it? By definition, an immortal would still exist in present time, and I love nothing better than placing an ancient character in a modern setting.

I am not, however, a fan of stereotypes. I think I broke a few in my stories, particularly with Death Is A Bitch. The figure of speech provided the story title, and sparked the story idea. Too many times, Death's personified as a Grim Reaper, a scary hooded figure with a scythe, with maybe a glimpse of a skeleton beneath. Mythology generally depicts Death as male. But I loved the idea of a strong-willed, intelligent heroine with a serious work ethic. She has to be serious, with that huge workload.

Why did any harvester of souls have to be cold and unfeeling? My Death has a soft spot for children and the elderly. Maybe losing my parents in recent years influenced this. I liked to think any Angel of Death provided comfort to my Mom and Dad along their journey to the afterlife. I played with the names a bit in these scenes - my Dad's brother, who died just before him, was named Harry. My Dad's name was Joe, so I used the female variation of Jo for Harry's wife.

Raised Catholic, I avoided religious references, for obvious reasons. Every religion has its own version of Death, and I respect everyone's personal beliefs. Thankfully, fiction allows each writer great leeway in portraying characters as befits the story. For me, that's the only goal -- telling a good story. To me, angels are merely another type of immortal. Why shouldn't one immortal fall in love with another? Eternity's a long time to spend alone.

One year is less than a blip in eternity for Death, my character, but for the first anniversary of the book, Death Is A Bitch, it's an occasion to party! Bet you never knew Death was a party girl, did you?

Join the party!
Come and wish Death a happy one-year book birthday! If you're on Facebook, join Death and me on Saturday, August 3 at 1:00 p.m. EST for some fun trivia and of course giveaways!  Sign up here: https://www.facebook.com/events/417270428391691/

Giveaway:
I'll give one commenter on this blog an ebook of Death Is A Bitch - just tell me what kind of immortals intrigue you enough to pick up a book. Don't forget to leave your email address!

If you've read Death Is A Bitch, I hope you enjoyed it (and please leave me a review on Amazon or Goodreads!). If you haven't yet but would like to, you can find it here:


Blurb:
   Eternity can suck when it’s all work, work, work. Death harvests souls even when they stack up faster than pancakes in an all-you-can-eat-buffet. No wonder she can’t shed the Grim Reaper rep.
   As the patron angel of death and dying, Azrael works closely with Death but is dying for true intimacy. She’s the only immortal who’s ever aroused such powerful emotions in him. One taste of her leaves him needing her like humans need air and food, but will a demon’s lies leave a bad taste?
   No one escapes Death – except King Sisyphus. Twice. With the help of Damien the demon, Sisyphus tries again, and she’s determined to have justice. Some say Death’s a bitch, but only when she has to be. But will the price of justice be a broken heart?

Read the excerpt, reviews, view the Casting Call (who I imagined as these characters), the book video and more at:








Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Writing a story that scares you


By Cate Masters
Sometimes an idea for a story hits out of nowhere. More and more cool elements begin to add in and fit together so well, they seem as if they were made for each other. Soon you're jotting notes all over the house. The more you think about it, the more it seems like a killer story.

Almost too much of a story, beyond what you normally write. It's a little scary. Maybe a little beyond your capability? You begin to think of other writers who could do the story justice.

But could another writer have invented all these unique characters? Their abilities? This world? Possibly, but not the same way you could. Plus, the damn story won't get out of your head. It's demanding you write it.

So you give in. Start assembling those notes, researching a bit more for setting, character background, history, and other elements.

Once you finally begin writing, it's like your fingers are addicted to the keyboard. The story's playing in 3D in your head, and it's all you can do to keep up. You can't stop until it's finished. Even then, you realize it's not finished. This world keeps calling you back, and the characters keep on doing what they do until you give in, pay attention and start taking notes all over again. Soon you're back at the keyboard again, and another story's in full swing.

But even when that's finished, it's still not over. There are issues to resolve. Other characters that want their say. A world that needs to be put to rights. So you get to work on the third story.

Still beyond you? Maybe, but that's a good thing. Scaring yourself. Challenging yourself. Reaching for more.

Buy Cursed HERE
That's what happened with Cursed. It started out as a 15k story, but a storm broke out in my head after I subbed it. It wasn't done. So I pulled the sub. (Thank you, Decadent editors, for being so patient!) Even at almost 30k, there was still more to be told. So I wrote Charmed, which (yay!) Decadent accepted, and it's now in final edits. But it still wasn't over. Claimed is the final installment -- for now. Subbed, and fingers crossed.

And I admit, I was a little bit afraid to write this series. I envisioned it as a bestseller in another author's hands. It has so many amazing elements. And no, I'm not patting myself on the back. Sometimes I think stories are gifts - they come to us, some assembly required, and it's our job to put it all together in a way that makes sense.

I hope I was able to do that. I hope you'll read it and let me know.

Tourwide giveaway!
By the way, Cursed is now on tour! I hope you'll visit me along the tour stops. Don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway! Find it on this post at Jessica Subject's blog (thanks for hosting me, Jessica!): http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?p=14403


Blurb:
Ten days of freedom. That’s all Fate had allotted me each year. In the streets of Venice, I could walk among them. Mingle. Belong.
During Carnevale, they had no idea who I was. What I was.
For ten days, it didn’t matter.
Until I met her.

Bruno diCesare lives alone by necessity, not choice. An experiment performed by Leonardo da Vinci, who believed having a dual DNA would grant a person immortality, used magic to render Bruno a chimera – the head of a lion, body of a dragon. The only time he can mingle with people is during Carnevale, ten glorious days of masked anonymity, frivolity and intimacy.

Melina Weaver learned fire dancing to enliven her dull existence. A scientist, her long hours at the lab leave no time for a social life. For ten days at Carnevale, she can pretend to be someone else. Someone sexy and daring, who lives on the edge.

Once she meets Bruno, her wish comes true, but everything goes terribly wrong. Beneath Bruno’s costume lurks an alpha male, but is he dangerous? Worse, can she return to an employer who sells her research to the military to make an army of efficient killers? Her only hope may lie with the man she’s just met and never seen.


And I hope you'll check out the book video, Casting Call (who I imagined as Bruno, Melina and more), reviews, excerpt and more on my blog: http://catemasters.blogspot.com/2013/04/cursed-vitruvian-man-book-1-paranormal.html

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Mysterious alpha male with a secret



By Cate Masters

Don’t you love them? Those alpha males who can make you swoon with practically a single look?

Even better when they’re a bit mysterious. He doesn’t share much, plays things a bit close to the vest. Or, in the case of Cursed, close to the costume. Because Cursed is set during Carnevale, ten days of wild fun in Venice. But sometimes the masquerade costumes make it impossible to tell who – or what – is hidden within.

The perfect place for a mysterious alpha male. Luckily my hero Bruno diCesare meets the perfect woman to solve the mystery – Melina Weaver, an intelligent, feisty heroine who has no idea of the complex and dangerous world Bruno lives in but will do anything to help him. Once she enters his world, there’s no going back.


Ten days of freedom. That’s all Fate had allotted me each year. In the streets of Venice, I could walk among them. Mingle. Belong.
During Carnevale, they had no idea who I was. What I was.
For ten days, it didn’t matter.
Until I met her.
Bruno diCesare lives alone by necessity, not choice. An experiment performed by Leonardo da Vinci, who believed having a dual DNA would grant a person immortality, used magic to render Bruno a chimera – the head of a lion, body of a dragon. The only time he can mingle with people is during Carnevale, ten glorious days of masked anonymity, frivolity and intimacy.
Melina Weaver learned fire dancing to enliven her dull existence. A scientist, her long hours at the lab leave no time for a social life. For ten days at Carnevale, she can pretend to be someone else. Someone sexy and daring, who lives on the edge.
Once she meets Bruno, her wish comes true, but everything goes terribly wrong. Beneath Bruno’s costume lurks an alpha male, but is he dangerous? Worse, can she return to an employer who sells her research to the military to make an army of efficient killers? Her only hope may lie with the man she’s just met and never seen.

As you can guess, Cursed mixes a bit of paranormal with science, and a slight twist on history.

I am super excited that Cursed is the first release in Decadent Publishing’s new Tease line! Find more about this exciting new line here:  http://www.decadenttease.com and news at its blog: http://decadenttease.blogspot.com/

Or on my blog, where I do some fun extras like Casting Call, where I show you who I imagined as these characters: http://catemasters.blogspot.com/2013/04/cursed-vitruvian-man-book-1-paranormal.html and you can read an excerpt, reviews and more!

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