Interviewer at Coffee Klatch continued

Interviewer/Reporter sits in the van with the camera man in front of the Coffee Klatch hoping to catch a glimpse of Jolene Sayer. A strikingly handsome man hurries by. Interviewer clutches camera man’s arm. “Isn’t that Braden Knight?”   Camera man shrugs. 

Interviewer hurries out of the van and races toward Braden. “Braden. Braden Knight.”
He whirls around, his expression tense, impatient. “Yes?”

Interviewer: “I’m here to do a piece on Jolene Sayer. Do you have a moment?”
Braden: “Frankly, no.”

Interviewer shoves mike in his face: “Can you tell me where to find her?”

Braden pushes the microphone away: “I wish I knew. She’s disappeared. 

~*~ 

Excerpt:
He saw them before they saw him. Zoe was being forced back step by step. The Were’s stayed out of reach of her swinging sword as it whished through the air again and again.
They made no attempt to bring her down, just continued to herd her toward the edge of the forest. “Weird.” His gut tightened. Where’s Jolene?
He glided forward and stood next to Zoe seconds later, his lips drawn back his fangs exposed. He snarled, a low menacing sound deep in his throat. The wolves slunk away, their tails between their legs.
A howl sounded in the night. The hair on Braden’s arms rose at the eerie sound. He hated Weres. He turned to Zoe and saw her toy with her sword as she eyed him.
He whirled toward her and rasped out, emotion making his voice deeper than usual. “I don’t have time for this, Zoe. If you want a go at me when this mess is cleared up we’ll do it.” A grim promise rang in his voice. “But for now, I need to find Jolene. Where is she?”
“I don’t know.” Her usual calm tones were coated with panic. The whites of her eyes shown in the dark. “They’ve got her.” 
“Who has her?” His non-beating heart felt like a jackhammer pulsing.
“The Weres. They separated us. Herded me back and took her away.” Her voice rose, hysteria very near the surface.
He’d never seen Zoe anything less than a cool professional, but he felt nearly the same himself. “Where did they take her?”
“I don’t know.” Zoe rung her hands. Anguish thickened her voice.
“I’ll find her,” he promised his tone grim.

CONTEST 
To celebrate the release of Moon Watchers, I’ll be running a contest between Jan 15 and Feb 2. The winner will be announced Feb 5. To enter just leave a comment at www.downtownya.blogspot.com and mention Moon Watchers and Sherry Gloag.

What do you win?
* An autographed copy of Moon Watchers
* A Starbucks gift certificate
* And a fun necklace that has a protective cross to safeguard against creatures of the night, a blood drop stone to remind shape-shifters you are protected and a star since our winner will be the star of the contest.

Blurb:
Some people think being a Were hunter is weird. For me it’s perfectly normal. What I see as odd is my attraction to the hunkalicious Braden Knight. Why? I think he’s a vampire.

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Moon Watchers can be purchased in paper or e book at: http://www.classactbooks.com/ Visit me at: http://www.downtownya.blogspot.com/
or 
http://www.sandracox.blogspot.com/

Sandra, reading your blurbs, excerpts and interviews has enticed me to put Moon Watchers at the top of my tbr pile. Thank you for joining us here for the last few days and introducing us to your characters in this spectacular fashion. Best wishes with Moon Watchers.

Interview in front of the Coffee Klatch in the town of Moon Watchers

photo provided by Sandra Cox

Interviewer, bundled into a hooded parka standing in front of Moon Watchers shivers as she speaks into mike:   “We’re hoping to get an interview with Jolene Sayre, werewolf hunter.” She looks around. “This seems to be the town hangout hopefully we’ll catch up with her here.” A middle-aged man hurries toward the door. Interviewer sticks her mike in his face. “Sir, do you know Jolene Sayre?”
Man looks at her suspiciously. “Are you a reporter?”

Interviewer: “Well sort of. I interview celebrities and other intriguing people. So do you know Jolene Sayer?” Sticks mike back in his face.
Man: “Name doesn’t sound familiar.”

Interviewer: “I don’t think she’s been in town all that long.”
Man: “Did she inherit the old Daly place?” 

Interviewer: “I really don’t know.” 
Man looks at her disapprovingly. “Seems to me you should have done your homework.” 

Interviewer blushes but perseveres: “So you don’t know her?” 
Man: “She’s probably the young woman who inherited Alma’s place. I hear she’s a bit of a loner.” 

Interviewer leans forward and shoves the mike back in man’s face: “Did you know she’s a werewolf hunter?” 
Man’s eyes narrow. “Is she now?”

Interviewer: “Why would she come to Moon Watchers?”
Man: “Why indeed.” This time he leans forward, his expression menacing. “You probably don’t want to be in Moon Watchers after sundown.” 

Interviewer takes a step back: “Why not?” 

Man curls his lip in a snarl and walks away. ~ 

Interviewer looks nervously at cameraman. “Let’s wait in the van.”

~*~

Excerpt: 

I woke with a start to find myself coated in sweat. Drool ran out of the corner of my mouth as I fought the comforter wrapped around me. I pushed up on my elbow and squinted at the alarm. The bright red digits showed four fifty-five a.m. I untangled the heavy coverlet, put my bare feet on the cold wood floor and staggered to the window and looked out.

Forty feet away, a beautiful white wolf stared back at me. Unease crawled up my spine like a poisonous spider. It would have been a beautiful picture, the petite white wolf standing in the glistening snow against the deep blue backdrop, if it hadn’t been for the animal’s gleaming red eyes.

The Were threw back its head and howled. If I’d ever heard a warning, this was it. I watched frozen in place. In the distance, I heard one or two responses. The white wolf looked me in the eye, drew back its lips and snarled out a challenge. 

“Okay, you unholy creature of the damned, bring it on,” I muttered. I ran back to the bed, grabbed the gun loaded with silver bullets that I always kept in my bedside table and hurried back to the window.

I raised the pane in open invitation. The creature raced straight at me, as I knew it would. Its tongue hung out, red eyes glowed, legs stretched wide as it ran. As the Were drew nearer, I raised the gun and took aim. At the last minute it swerved, finally aware of the danger. It yelped as the bullet hit its foreleg. It turned and limped back into the woods. I fired again but it was gone.

Contest
I’ll be running a contest from Jan 15 and Feb 2. The winner will be announced Feb 5. To enter just leave a comment at www.downtownya.blogspot.com and mention Moon Watchers and Sherry Gloag. 

What do you win?
*An autographed copy of Moon Watchers
*A Starbucks gift certificate
*And a fun necklace that has a protective cross to protect against creatures of the night, a blood drop stone to remind shape-shifters you are protected and a star since our winner will be the star of the contest.

Moon Watchers can be purchased at www.classactbooks.com

Come back tomorrow for ~ Interviewer at Coffee Klatch continued