Some Naughty, None Nice by NYT/USA Today Bestseller @tj_michaels is a Trick or Treat Book Bonanza Pi
Title: Some Naughty, None Nice
Author: T.J. Michaels
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Camryn Jakes is a self-made woman. A banker, or former banker--yeah, there's a story there, alright--to the rich and famous, she finds herself on a new journey of discovery. A city girl with a country heart, Camryn quietly disappears from the hustle and bustle of downtown Atlanta. Standing at the site of her Grandmother's old house in Savannah, she discovers that there's more to the stories her Gran-gran used to tell her as a child. In fact, there's a lot more to them--and it happens to stand at six and a half feet tall with a penchant for disappearing...literally.
As Camryn passed a fenced property with a large, open gate, her head snapped around. Was that a voice? The rain was falling so hard she couldn’t tell.
A few moments later, it came again.
“Hey! What are you doing out in this storm?” The faint words were followed by a roll of thunder so powerful, Camryn felt it in her gut. Even the ground seemed to shake. She stopped at the entrance to a long, paved driveway. At the end of it was a colonial style three-story house with a huge wrap-around deck. On the porch, an old lady sat hunched in a high-backed wicker rocking chair. What in the world was she doing out in this weather?
The rocking came to a sudden stop as the woman yelled again. “Come on over here, out of the rain!” From this distance she looked so frail, Camryn was amazed her voice carried so far.
“Do I know you?” Camryn yelled, trying to be heard over the din.
The old woman pulled a shawl more closely about her thin shoulders and let out a cackle like a crone in a Grimm’s Fairytale. Camryn bristled. She did not feel like guessing who or what the hell was going on but forced herself to display some manners.
The old woman shot to her feet with a lot more spring than expected for someone who looked ancient from this distance.
“You heard me, girl. I said come get out of the storm.” This time the words were a definitive snap so clear, it was as if they’d been spoken right into her ear.
When the woman’s hands landed on her hip, Camryn mentally rolled her eyes but kept her expression neutral.
“Fine, fine, respect your elders, Jakes,” she grumbled under her breath at the same time the old woman echoed the same words.
“Respect your elders, child.”
Her hair was plastered against her forehead and water, mixed with hairspray, dripped into stinging eyes.
It was impossible to get a good look, but from the whip of her voice, Camryn imagined astern set jaw and no-nonsense demeanor.
“Your Grandma Seraphine would have a fit if she knew you were out here drenched to the bone, like a cat dunked in a horse trough.”
Her Grandmother? This woman knew her family? She didn’t seem familiar, but that didn’t mean anything. People changed over time, so maybe she just didn’t recognize her. Yet there seemed to be the slightest familiarity, like the scent of wood smoke that lingered in a cold hearth long after the fire had gone out.
Suddenly uneasy, Camryn looked back the way she’d come. There was no one on the street. No cars. No people. No noise. Nothing. Just rain and more rain. Apprehension slid down her spine as the little hairs on her arms stood at full attention. She turned again to the old woman who was motioning frantically.
“Come on, girl! Run!”
Her Spidey-sense kicked into high gear. It screamed for her to move. Now. She never was one to ignore her intuition; okay, sometimes she pushed warnings away.
But not today.
Camryn flew through the open gate and ran up the long, circular driveway. Waterlogged shoes landed with a loud thump-squish on the wooden porch as she skidded to a halt. The old woman gave a toothy grin and faded away just the slightest bit as Camryn swayed on her feet.
What the hell?
“Most people are disconnected from their inner self, but not everyone. I know you see things. You’ve seen them and wondered. Project loud enough and yes, they may just hear you. So, learn to keep your thoughts to yourself. Not everyone is as dense as they seem. Even some of the assholes on this Earth are gifted.” ~Grandma Seraphine
Her host snapped back into focus with such sharp relief, Camryn felt her eyes adjust trying to keep up. Using her sleeve to wipe her face, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe and out of the rain. And if the amount of makeup and moisture on her drenched shirt was any indication, that whole ‘old lady shimmer thing’ was clearly a result of all the water running down her face and into her eyes. Still, her Spidey-sense went from tingling a warning down her spine to tapping its foot in agitation. Seeing no true danger, Camryn willed it to just shut up. What could a friendly old woman possibly do anyway? Knit her into trouble?
“Please,” the woman said as she sat in a comfy high-backed rattan affair. She motioned Camryn towards it’s empty twin on the other side of a small table. The moment her ass hit the chair, all went quiet. The rain slowed to a drizzle. The booming thunder simply…stopped. The very air seemed to listen for what would come next. Which was just freaking weird.
“How about some tea?”
Camryn eyed the beautiful lacquered tray on the table between them. It held a lovely china tea service for two. The gold rimmed cups and matching saucers were covered with bright rose buds. The detail was so vivid; it was as if someone had examined the blooms under magnifying glass, and then painted each piece of porcelain perfection by hand. Cream and sugar dishes sat to the left near a set of little porcelain spoons, also rimmed in gold. Everything was there for the perfect cup of tea.
Except for a pot of actual tea.
If you could dress up as anything or anyone this Halloween, what or who would it be and why?
If I could dress up as anyone for Halloween, it would be a warrior fae queen. I’m currently working on a new series and the heroine is a half-fae badass who ends up mated to a dragon. They go on to save the world from ‘Armageddon’ together.
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Some Naughty, None Nice is a treat because we’re introduced to a world where the fantastical is right before our eyes. What’s better than finding yourself in the middle of a magical world, and learning that while all seems lost, they’ve had your back all along? Add a warrior/gentleman fae guardian who kisses like a dream and sings better than Justin Timberlake and dream really do come true…even for a banker in Savannah, Georgia.
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TJ picked up her first romance novel, a book by Heather Graham, back in 1994. It was love at first page. She thought, “I love this! I can write this, I know I can.” And she sat down and wrote a book full of alpha guys and their kick butt women. That book sat on a shelf while TJ raised her kids and established her career.
One day her son asked, “Hey mom, when are you going to do something with that big book you wrote when I was little?” After cocking her head sideways and giving it some thought, TJ sat down and wrote what became her first published work. She hasn’t looked back, though she does still ask her kids for suggestions.
TJ is now a USA Today and NY Times bestseller, as well as an award-winning author of several romance genres, including paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi and urban fantasy romance. Writing like a madman, TJ hasn’t lost steam. Her mind? Yep, that’s gone, but steam there is a-plenty. A true Taurus, TJ isn’t slowing down and she’s definitely too stubborn to stop when she sees the fence!
No matter the genre TJ is penning, her favorite thing to do is build worlds. To take you somewhere extraordinary. To transport you to a place where you can close your eyes and slip into your fantasy…
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