A Treat For Urban Fantasy Fans – Misty Burke Visits

I’ve got a special treat for urban fantasy fans, as well as anyone who loves a steamy read steeped in romance and LOTS of conflict, where the sex is as hot as the tension. Fellow Evernight author Misty Burke has been creating paranormal and fantasy worlds for some time now and  is here to tell us all about her newest story, The Midnight Cup:

Hi everyone! My name is Misty Burke and I’m so happy to be visiting with you today. In fact, I’d love to take a minute and tell you a little more about my newest release – The Midnight Cup.

Here is a short blurb to whet the appetite:

The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire … turned soul mate.

Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he finds The Midnight Cup. A quaint coffee house with a backroom filled with vampires.

The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker and she’s a Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she’s a beautiful white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings Marcus into her life.

The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows what could happen next.

Here is a small excerpt to get a taste for the story itself:

Standing in the moonlight, he watched the neon sign blink in the window of the coffee house across the street. College kids came and went around him. Yet none seemed to notice his presence. The stranger had spent years learning to blend into the shadows.

The night hours slowly passed. It wasn’t until he could feel the coming dawn that he strode across the street and walked inside. Only a few students were left as he took a seat at a corner table. He was keenly aware that the backroom was now empty and this fact pleased the woman behind the counter.

Oddly though, she hadn’t stopped staring at him since he entered. The delicate beauty could somehow see through his shades of practiced darkness and it unnerved him. The tattoo that circled his left bicep felt like it tightened.

They locked eyes as she approached. “What are you?” She leaned in and pretended to wipe down his table.

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.” She reminded him of a skittish foal.  He reached out to touch her hand and she jerked back.

“Is that why you’re here?” Looking hurt, then angry, she motioned to the door. “Get out.”

“You’ve got this all wrong.” The stranger shook his head in confusion and then pointed toward the red curtain. “I’m here to help you with your little…problem.”

She froze and gave him a long, hard look. “I’ll ask you again. What are you?”

He pulled a large wooden stake out of his trench coat and laid it on the table. “I’m a slayer.”

She sat down at his table and spoke with soft, hesitant words. “Are you part of the Society?”

The question hung in the air as he watched tiny sparkles of gold dance in her light blue eyes. Unknowingly, he reached for her again. The jolt of electricity that followed caused him to take in a quick breath of air. The surge was sudden and left warmth. Staring down at their point of contact, his large hand covering hers, he smiled in awe. “I’m Marcus McKinney. And yes, I’m with the Society.”

“Then you know I’m a natural,” she paused only a moment, “don’t you?”

The glowing warmth evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In one fluid motion, he disconnected from her and picked up the stake. Damn it, Josh. This was not in your report. He hid the weapon back in the folds of his trench coat and questioned his next move. There wasn’t supposed to be any other paranormal element. The Society might care, but his fight was only with the vampires. This white witch was not his problem.

The woman across from him looked so innocent. “Whatever it is that causes your heart to darken…”

The slayer pushed back his chair and stood. “Let’s get this straight. I’ve no interest in your natural magic or your pity. My assignment is only the coven of vampires you harbor. Don’t get in my way.”


Serenity didn’t have to watch him leave. She could feel it. This slayer, with his curly brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, had an aura she hadn’t experienced before. It was more complex and torn than the simplicity of a human. Yet it didn’t have the vast emptiness of the vampire either. His soul was different, unique, hidden in shadow. Marcus McKinney was circled with a deep fog. There were layers to this man she just couldn’t see and that intrigued her.

In fact, she couldn’t think of much else as she closed up the coffee shop. Even after saying goodbye to her staff and locking the doors, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. It was clear to her that his fight with Ivan’s clan was personal. For he might be shaped like a slayer, with years of physical training, but there was more to him than that. Marcus wasn’t just another Society drone. He couldn’t be.

You can find more information on The Midnight Cup, and my other stories, at:   Misty Burke

Buy link:   Evernight Publishing


Tag lines

I had so much fun talking about my tag line dilemma on a couple of my guest blogs that I thought I’d post the entire blog here on my blog. I hope it gives you as many chuckles as it gave me:

With all the attention that erotic stories are getting these days, I thought I’d dip my toes in the deep end of the pool, so to speak. I got lucky with this first story. These characters made it easy for me to design a setting, put them to work, then let them pound out their differences. Hey, I didn’t mean it like THAT!  (Well, maybe I did just a little.)

Have you figured out yet that there’s a construction theme to my story? J I had a lot of fun writing this story, but had the worst time coming up with a tag line for it. That’s not entirely true. I came up with one pretty quickly, but it didn’t fit the mood of the story. Forever Men has some funny moments in it, but it’s a serious look at relationships. So I needed a serious tag line, and came up with:

Walls crumble when you build a forever love.

Not bad, right? It sets a good tone for the novella and is a good intro for the blurb. There’s just one problem. I can’t get the first tag line out of my head. So I thought it would be fun to blog about it.

You remember that construction theme, right? And that this is an erotic novella? The original tag line I came up with was…drum roll, please:

Building a forever love, one screw at a time.

🙂  What do you think? Should I have used it? It cracks me up every time I read it. lol

For more information about this story, you can visit any of the links below:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/forever-men-by-lace-daltyn/
Amazon:  http://amzn.to/SxzSrv
Website: www.lacedaltyn.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lace.daltyn
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LaceDaltyn

Forever Men Winners!

“I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!”

On August 1st,  I was supposed to draw a name at random for a giveaway of my erotic novella, Forever Men. Since I’ve gotten some new followers since then (Welcome!) I’ve decided to give two copies away. Using random.org, I’ve selected one name from the original two week contest that ended August 1st.  The winner is:


I’ve also selected a second winner from those of you who followed my blog after August 1st. That winner is:


Congratulations to both of you! I’ll email you separately. And thanks, everyone, for the follow!

Lace Daltyn