It is my absolute pleasure to be spotlighting fellow Evernight author, Tina Pollick, and her debut novel, Gabriel, today.  I’m reading this now and doing my best not to fly through it!  It’s one of those you can’t wait to finish but wish you could spend more time with.  Without further ado, I give you Gabriel. (Is that a GORGEOUS cover or what?)


When demons sunder ancient bonds, a love-match between a valiant archangel and a selfless nurse brings humanity’s last hope — but demon-taint may destroy them both.

The prison the archangels have guarded, housed deep within the earth is destroyed, releasing Kematians (demons) to feed upon humanity. The angels are losing the battle again as the Kematians ability to regenerate hampers the angel’s ability to destroy them. Gabriel is stabbed by an Angel Killing Sword; he’s accepted his fate that he will die; only to be revived by Calla’s ability to heal.


Calla Stevens, RN, tries to find who or what is killing the victims that are coming into the ER, only to be infected herself when she comes face-to-face with the Kematians. Calla has saved Gabriel once, is she willing to trade her life for his this time?

Archangel Gabriel struggles with new emotions as he discovers Calla is his soul mate. He strives to defend humanity, with the assistance of his brother Archangel Michael and new human friends. Gabriel will have to choose whether he will live or die when his future with Calla is destroyed.


Book can be purchased here:

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About the Author:Tina5

When Tina Pollick isn’t writing paranormal romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women, this RN enjoys a quiet home life with her husband, children, two horses, two dogs, cat, chickens, guineas, well sort of quiet.

Tina has just finished her first Urban Fantasy novel, GABRIEL, A Kematian Hunter Series and is working on the first book of another Urban Fantasy series, SOUL BROKER.

You can find Tina Pollick on Facebook and Twitter. Stop by and say hello.




“Are you kidding me? You weigh maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. What do you think you’re doing walking alone at night?” She noticed Eric looking down at all five feet three inches of her, scowling. “Let me give you a ride home.”

Eric’s radio went off. “Shit. I have to go, Calla, another attack. Call a cab, please.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He hurried away. Calla walked in the opposite direction, towards her house. She took this path three to four days a week on her way home from work. There wasn’t any way she was going to call a cab.

She heard footsteps closing in behind her. Alarmed, she wrapped her hand around the can of mace in her pocket and picked up her pace.

The footsteps were gone. Had she imagined them? Calla turned her head to look but she was alone. “Get it together, chicken. You’re scaring yourself now.”

She rounded the corner nearing an alley. A trickle of red blood flowed from it, creeping onto the sidewalk. Calla stopped in front of a pathway as uneasiness washed over her. Fear and ethics battled within her. Ethics won, but her legs felt like lead, and they weren’t moving. She forced herself to take a few steps and spotted a mound lying next to the wall.

After several tense seconds, she tightened her grip on the can of mace and slowly made her way towards the heap on the ground.

This is exactly how all the stupid girls are killed in the movies. They go walking right into danger, and boom, they’re dead.

Approaching the mound, she trembled. As she moved closer she saw a tanned foot sticking out from the trench coat. Calla bent down, her chest heaving, hands shaking as she reached the foot and gave it a quick shake, but nothing happened. Relax, before you hyperventilate and end up on the ground, too. Breathe, Calla, breathe.

She stood, crept forward, and reached for what she hoped was the head. She knelt down and pulled back the thick trench coat. His head turned to the side, face badly beaten, eyes cracked to reveal a glimmer of the brightest green she had ever seen.

“Holy shit!” She jumped back, startled.

The man didn’t move. She bent down again this time reaching for his neck. The pulse was weak. She had already used her gifts twice this evening, and her body still ached from the two previous failures. “Focus. You can do this.” She struggled to turn the man onto his back. When she finally rolled him over there was a knife, with a green hue as if the metal was oxidized, protruding out of his chest.

“Of course there’s a knife,” Calla murmured to herself.

“I’m going to try to help you,” she whispered in his ear. She knew she might not be able to save him, but she had to try. If she could pull the knife out in a quick motion she could heal him. She placed her hands around the hilt of the knife and pulled. Nothing happened. “Maybe if I get some leverage.”

Calla straddled the man, planting one tennis shoe on each side of his limp body. She bent down and wrapped both hands around the hilt and pulled with everything she had. The knife began to move—barely—but it was moving. It felt like pulling a rubber boot stuck in thick mud. After a few more attempts the suction released, and the knife was freed.

She collapsed on his chest and sat up, placing both palms on the bleeding wound. “Please, oh please let this work.” Calla focused on the wound, gathering energy. Then her hands began to glow. Sweat dripped matting blonde hair to her forehead, and her vision began to dim. “I won’t let you die,” she promised.

Then darkness embraced her.


Thank you for sharing Gabriel with us, Tina, and for being my guest today!

Always love,

Carlene Love



Happy Friday, Friends!

I’m swimming with my Waterworld Mermaid fishy sisters today and telling the tale of how Sherrilyn Kenyon, author of the Dark-Hunter paranormal romance series, literally led me to becoming a writer!  To celebrate, I’m giving away a wrapped, 5-book set of her Dark-Hunter novels that I won in a raffle basket she donated to my local writing group.  It’s a fun story and a fabulous giveaway, what better way to spend a Friday!  Swim on over, I’d love to see you there!

Sherrily and Carlene

Sherrilyn and I at the April 2011 Book Signing just before my first WRW Retreat

Fishy Kisses at RWA 2011


Hope to see you there.  You have until this Sunday night, 1/27/2013, to enter.  Just leave a comment in the comment section of the post at this link: http://waterworldmermaids.com/2013/01/i-heart-sherrilyn-kenyon-super-fabulous-dark-hunter-giveaway/

Always love,

Carlene Love

On Tour!

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Road Tripping to a Blog near you in the month of January!  Here’s the remaining Sidewalk Flower blog tour schedule.  There are a few giveaway days including the one at Sorensen Shorts that’s open for entries until tonight (1/16) at 11pm ET.  Check it out.  Hope to see you out on the virtual highway of love!

1/15                    Interview & Giveaway by Laurie Sorensen at Sorensen Shorts Blog

1/16                    Interview by Erin M. Leaf at Wicked Wednesdays

1/17                    Featured by London Saint James at London’s Scribbles

1/18                    Interview by Alethea Kontis at Waterworld Mermaids

1/22                   Featured by R. Brennan at Bex Book Nook

1/23                   Featured by Michaela Rhua at Michaela Rhua

1/24                   Interview & Giveaway by Shannan Albright at Romance you can sink your fangs into

1/25                   Interview by Angelina Rain at Angelina Rain

1/27                   Guest Post & Giveaway at The Rockville 8

1/28                   Guest Post at Evernight Publishing Blog

1/29                   Featured by Marie Medina at Shadows of the Night

Always love,

Carlene Love


So in one week from today, we (Trista, Lucky & I) will officially be published!  That is just so crazy and pretty darn cool.  Evernight Publishing–we are grateful for the opportunity you have given us.  I, for one, am proud of this accomplishment but honestly, I’m just so honored to be sharing Trista & Lucky’s story with you all.

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Today I was reading through some of my favorite authors’ “For Readers & Writers” sections on their websites and I always enjoy hearing their thoughts on characters.  Where do they come from and how do they write them so that they feel real?  I try asking myself those same questions and what I come up with is that in some form, the characters already exist.  They are real.  I’m just the fortunate girl who gets to spend time with them until I know them well enough to share their story.  It’s really a pretty awesome thing and everyday from here on out, for the rest of my life, I’ll be the proud mama of this first book.  Lucky, Trista and I are holding hands and sitting on the edges of our seats that you all will enjoy their love story, with all its ups and downs, twists and turns.  We can’t believe the day is nearly here.

See you all January 11 for many fun events celebrating Sidewalk Flower’s release including:

Please check the Events tab for specifics and where to catch us on our month long blog tour.

Always love,

Trista, Lucky & Carlene Love






One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.

With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.



(Be Warned: light bondage)

“Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”

She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.

As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.

The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”

He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.” Continue reading