First, We Kill All the Lawyers by Seelie Kay

Release Date: November 27, 2020

Publisher: Extasy Books

Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, four flames

An Interview with Seelie Kay:

Q.  Why do you write romance?

Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.

Q.  Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?

I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, I they have to be paired with strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.

Q.  Why did you write “First, We Kill All the Lawyers?”

I have wanted to write a vampire tale for some time, but had difficulty coming up with something consistent with current tropes. Finally, I decided it was time to break all the rules. After all, vampires have been around for centuries. Surely, they have evolved by now. And no doubt, they have many of the same societal problems that humans do. However, I also wanted the vampire to be a lawyer. The title came from my experience as a lawyer. I can’t tell you how many times someone would quote Dick the Butcher, “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.” (Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 2, Act IV, Scene 2.) They would laugh heartily, like they had just told a wonderful joke, but for me, it was great inspiration for a story. What if someone was killing lawyers?

Q.   Obviously your former profession as a lawyer impacts your writing!

My friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories! Even in this book, I find a way to explore social and criminal justice issues.


Someone is killing lawyers, but a particular vampire lawyer won’t stay dead.

Donovan Trait is a marked man. Flamboyant, stunningly handsome, and notoriously insatiable, his attitude and style belie his skills in the courtroom. No one survives a cross-examination at Donovan’s hands. His knowledge of the law and trial practice has accumulated over the years… and years, of experience. More than three hundred years. You see, when Donovan isn’t seducing judges and juries, he’s a creature of the night. And now that someone has decided that it’s time to kill all lawyers, his lust for attention has set him in the murderer’s sights. The problem is, vampires don’t die. Not easily, anyway. That’s good news for Donovan, not so much for his very human lady love, also a target of the serial killer. Will several unsuccessful attempts on his life expose Donovan’s true nature? Will the killer learn the secret that will guarantee a permanent death? Or will Donovan finally manage to put an end to the killer’s murderous spree and live happily ever after, with his lady love?


Donovan’s cell phone pinged. He pulled himself into a small alleyway, away from the stampede trudging back to their workplaces after lunch, and leaned back against a building to read a text. His face screwed up in confusion. The text read, The first thing we do, let’s kill all lawyers! Starting with you!

“What the bloody hell?” he muttered. “Is this some kind of joke?” Donovan’s eyes surveyed his surroundings. He gazed right, then left. It did not appear that someone had made him the focus of their attention. Everyone was scurrying about, like mice in pursuit of a big cheese. “Must be Finley,” he said. “Finley is always plying me with lawyer jokes. He thinks he’s funny.”

Donovan shrugged. Not funny at all. He left the alleyway and re-entered the mass migration on the sidewalk. He approached the crosswalk at Michigan and Superior and emitted a snort of frustration as the light changed and the crosswalk filled with cars. He was bumped hard by someone behind him. Donovan was forced to step into the street to regain his balance. A cab rushed by and narrowly missed clipping his side. Donovan jumped back onto the sidewalk.

A woman screamed and Donovan jerked his head around, trying to see what all the fuss was about. The woman was pointing at him. Donovan frowned and turned away. God save me from simpering females who saw the last issue of City Magazine. Donovan had appeared on the cover after being named as one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors. Since then, he had learned that the female population was comprised of women of questionable morals and distressing behavior. He was growing weary of the attention. While his colleagues thought it a wise marketing strategy, it had brought him nothing but unwanted female attention. He had become prey.

Vampires were predators. They stalked their victims. Sometimes, they pursued them with a vengeance. That was why he had joined the legal profession. His predilections were well-suited to that particular world. Now, his role had apparently shifted and he was not pleased.

Someone tapped Donovan on the shoulder. “Sir? Are you alright? You’re bleeding. It appears someone stuck a knife into your side.”

Donovan’s mouth gaped and he turned toward the man who had spoken. Then he looked at where the man pointed. There was indeed a knife sticking out of his left side and a stream of his blood was flowing onto the sidewalk. He had a very high threshold of pain. He hadn’t felt the knife thrust into his side. If it wasn’t so appalling, he would be embarrassed. Donovan opened his mouth to reply. Then the pain in his side exploded and his vision dulled. Slowly he slid onto the sidewalk as if he planned to sit on the curb.

Then everything went black.

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About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of 18 works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, The White House Wedding, and The President’s Daughter.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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Prior Books:

Kinky Briefs,

Kinky Briefs, Too,

Kinky Briefs, Thrice,

Kinky Briefs, Quatro,

Kinky Briefs, Cinque,

The Garage Dweller,

A Touchdown to Remember,

The President’s Wife,

Snatching Dianna,

The President’s Daughter,


Seizing Hope,



The White House Wedding,


Coming soon:

The Last Christmas, date of release:  December 11, 2020.

Book Release: Harmony’s Embrace by Amber Daulton

Harmony’s Embrace

Series: Deerbourne Inn

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Release Date: November 16th, 2020


Genre: Romantic Suspense

Length: 40k

Heat Rating: 3 Flames


Reuniting with the man who broke her heart has never felt so right.

Divorced dad Birley Haynes is too busy raising his children and running his family’s music academy to start a relationship. Then Harmony Holdich, his high school sweetheart, returns home to Willow Springs, Vermont for Christmas and falls into his bed. She brings light and fun back into his life, but he can’t brush aside the threatening incidents around his workplace.

Harmony hadn’t expected a complication like Birley, especially so soon after the death of her unfaithful husband. With her life a mess, she plans to move across the country and start over. All she can offer him is a fling, but her heart yearns for more.

When the threats rise, how will Birley keep his children safe and convince Harmony to give love another chance?

Excerpt (PG-13)

Dear God. His heart slammed harder. He’d died and gone to Heaven.

Harmony stretched her arms above her head and danced in the middle of the living room. Her hips pulsated with the beat of the music. Twisty locks of her hair bounced around her shoulders. She winked, then glided her hands across her breasts and stomach, daring his gaze to follow.

Birley licked his lips. The organ pressing against his zipper throbbed. Sweat slicked his nape. He dropped his scarf beside her purse, jacket, and beanie on the coffee table.

“Dance with me?”

Her husky entreaty ricocheted through him like a ping-pong ball. How could he deny her? He gripped her waist. She slid her arms around him. They swayed, their bodies a scant inch apart. She nuzzled his neck, her breath fanning his skin. His hair prickled. The air crackled around them. He shuddered and held her tighter.

“I’ve missed this.”

His chest heaved. He struggled to fill his lungs with air. “Dancing?”

“Dancing with you.” Harmony stroked his clean-shaven jaw. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with you and Susannah, but I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.”

Oh, God. He kissed her and swept his tongue past her parting lips. Delicious. The taste of chocolate and wine clung to her breath. He nibbled and licked the smooth slope of her neck.

“Birley, yes.” She ducked her head and claimed his mouth with hers. Then she feathered kisses across his face. “I need your hands, your mouth, your scent all over me. Take me, Birley. Hard, soft, I don’t care.”

Fuck. Her breathy plea wrapped around his heart and shot blood to his groin. She eased back, drawing him with her. The wall halted her retreat, and he trapped her between it and his body. Their tongues dueled and teeth clanked. Heat sizzled through his veins and pulsed through every organ. Her body writhed against his. Was she trying to drive him mad? He snapped open the fasteners of her pants and slid his finger beneath the waistband of her insulated leggings. Silk brushed his skin, then he slipped into her warmth.

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The Lakehouse: A Horror Story (@KA_Raines)

As it turns out, horror stories aren’t just for Halloween. To all my romance readers, I apologize. I’ve been doing a lot of shorts for a writing class, & if I have to keep it on a PG-13 level, my instincts steer toward sci-fi or horror.

No warnings for this one. I wrote it for my daughter, Bella. My little artist.

The Lakehouse

Katie always had a vivid imagination. She liked to draw and tell stories. When she was a little girl, she would write plays and perform them for her mom and dad. It was through her drawings, though, where her imagination really took flight. Her mom let her paint on her walls. Her entire room was a mural. As she became older, she would paint over the walls and start over. First, there was an enchanted forest filled with pixies and faeries. Then a tropical rainforest with all the animals her mind could conjure. Lastly, an ocean filled with tropical fish, mermaids, and even the Kraken. She imagined they were real. Sometimes, she immersed herself in her imaginary worlds so completely she forgot where one ended and one began.

When she was a teenager, her parents began fighting more often. Sometimes they drank. Sometimes they drank and fought. Those times were the worst. Katie would curl herself into her mattress with her sketchpad and draw. Sometimes it got so bad that not even drawing helped drown out the noise, even when she wore headphones.

One night, it got particularly bad. She was listening to music in her room when she heard her parents come home, and of course, they were arguing. When weren’t they arguing? She tried to ignore it. She turned up her music and continued drawing. She needed an escape; she envisioned a lakehouse. Perhaps it was from a dream, or maybe it was an almost-forgotten childhood memory, but she couldn’t be sure.

Her parents’ voices grew louder in the next room; Katie’s hand moved upon the drawing pad more quickly than ever. She drowned out all the rest, focusing on the lakehouse.

Her eyes drifted closed, yet her hand moved faster still upon the page. She concentrated on the smooth weight of the pencil between her fingers and ignored the cramping of her hand. A blister was forming between her second and third fingers, but she didn’t care.

The lakehouse. The lakehouse.

She could picture it so clearly. A summer breeze rustled the leaves on the trees bordering the small cabin; she imagined she could feel it. Through the trees, the water glistened in the setting sun while lapping the shallow banks. There was a rickety dock with a loose board; Katie’s hand moved faster across the page as the images came to her.

Her parents’ voices faded away. The music faded away until there was nothing but silence—deafening, resounding silence that rang in her ears. The ringing grew louder until her eardrums felt like they might explode. Katie gasped and dropped the pencil; she grasped her ears with both hands as the ringing grew to an unbearable crescendo before ceasing abruptly.

She felt sunshine on her face. Her eyes flew open—

She was no longer in her bedroom. Impossibly, she now stood on the rickety dock from her imagination, facing a setting sun over a crystal-clear lake. She stood immobile for several stunned moments, observing the sunset; its hues of burnt orange, pink, and yellow were just as stunning as she’d imagined. Turning, she looked toward the house. It was just as she’d drawn. Just as she remembered. She had been here before—of that, she was almost certain. Or perhaps it only felt so familiar because she’d invented it years ago in her mind. Perhaps it had always been there in her head, lying dormant.

When she began walking toward the house, the boards felt solid and real under her shoes, but the closer she got, she realized that something was off. No chirps of insects or calls of birds reached her ears. No breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and when she focused on the backdrop behind the house, it seemed synthetic, like a green screen in an old movie.

By the time she reached the cabin, the sun had set entirely, and every light inside was ablaze. The house beckoned her, and she answered its call, opening the sliding glass door and stepping inside. The room was familiar yet not. Cozy-looking furniture and a fireplace that would warm the room on a cold day. But it wasn’t cold. Nor was it hot. Katie crossed the room and picked up the framed photo on the mantel. It was her and her parents, smiling from the frame, but this wasn’t a photo that Katie recalled taking, and it gave her the heebie-jeebies. The smiles were artificial. Like everything in this room, she realized suddenly. When she picked up the old rotary phone from the side-table, she realized it was fake—a prop, like they used in the theater department at school.

Katie went from room to room. Everything seemed homey and inviting on the surface, but underneath, everything was hollow. A prop. The flatscreen in the living room. The apples, bananas, and pears in the fruit bowl. The blueberry muffins left on the countertop.

She ascended the stairs. Studied the pictures on the walls. More trips she never took, with artificial smiles and artificial backgrounds. This was what she wanted, she realized quite suddenly. The perfect life she craved. But her imagination hadn’t been able to correctly fill in the gaps—or maybe perfection simply didn’t exist.

She hesitated outside the first bedroom door she encountered at the top of the stairs, deliberating on whether she should knock. Would her artificially perfect parents be awaiting her? Did she want to know?

Maybe she should try to wake herself. I am dreaming, right? She ignored the nagging voice telling her this was too real to be a dream, the details too precise. Either way, she had brought herself here. Surely she could get herself back?

Steeling herself, she flung open the door. The harsh overhead lights revealed a country-chic bedroom suite and two human-sized lumps beneath the duvet. Katie’s heart pattered in her chest as she approached the bed, eyes locked on the oddly-still forms. Were they dead? She didn’t wanna know. She didn’t wanna know. Yet her feet propelled her forward, and before she could stop herself, she was reaching out for the edge of the comforter. Her hand shook as she grasped it, and then, bracing herself for whatever was to come, she yanked it aside.

Staring unseeingly up at her were two mannequins, plastic replicas of her mom and dad. Dummy-Mom wore a sundress and pearls. Dummy-Dad donned khakis and a button-down shirt. Her parents never dressed like this, like…like some Leave it to Beaver weirdos. Was that what her subconscious wanted? Assimilation? Artificial perfection?

At least, like this, they can’t argue, a snide voice sounded in her head.

As she stared at the mannequins, she became fascinated by the intricate details. They resembled her parents, but all imperfections had been erased. The scar on Dad’s jaw and the gray at his temples were gone. Erased, the mole above Mom’s lip and the deep purple beneath her eyes. Strangely—and eerily—their eyes were lifelike. Almost human, but not quite.

Abruptly, something hard latched onto her wrist. Katie started, jerking back when she realized that Dummy-Mom’s hand had her in a firm, cold grasp. As she wrenched her arm away and stumbled back in shock and horror, Dummy-Mom focused on her with those eerily lifelike, human eyes. “Isn’t this what you wanted, darling?” she asked in a falsely sweet voice, so like Mom’s—yet so different. “You wanted things to be perfect. Now they can be.”

When Dummy-Mom sat up, Katie roused herself from her stupor. She turned and sprinted for the door, needing to flee this nightmare. She flew down the stairs, and the portraits mocked her with their smiles. Stay, stay, stay, they seemed to be saying. Heart pounding, she half-expected the back door through which she entered not to open—Katie had watched enough horror movies in her life—but to her relief, it slid open with no trouble, and when she stumbled across the threshold—

She sat up on her bed with a gasp. She was clutching her sketchpad with both hands, and on it—her drawing of the sunset lakehouse. Two figures in the upstairs window—Katie didn’t recall drawing them—stared out of the page with falsely cheerful smiles. With trembling hands, she tore the drawing to shreds and tossed the sketchpad in her rubbish bin.

As her breathing steadied, she became aware that the house was now silent. Her parents must have called a ceasefire and gone to bed. Katie stood and changed into her shorts, almost managing to convince herself that she’d dozed off and that the entire incident had been a nightmare. She’d had vivid nightmares as a child, but it had been a while. In the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth. As she spat out the mouthwash, she realized quite suddenly that the house was too silent. The air conditioner had clicked off, and she discerned not even the chirp of a cricket.

Heart hammering in her chest, she shut the medicine cabinet—and was greeted not by her own reflection in the mirror but by her Dummy-Self.

Katie tried to scream, but the image in the mirror merely smiled, its plastic visage a horrifying mockery of joy.

Isn’t this what you wanted, Katie? To be happy always?

© 2020 K.A. Raines


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A virus has rendered humanity mostly extinct. Keira Starr is alone, staying alive by staying on the run, sleeping in empty gas stations and the trunks of cars long abandoned on the highway. The world is overrun by “Ghosts,” the mindless, bloodthirsty dead, but they are the least of her problems. She is being hunted by ragtag groups of ruthless men, independent contractors working for a mysterious human trafficking ring. When she is finally captured, she discovers that Derrick Caine, despite his gruff demeanor and appearance, may just have a different agenda altogether.

#MFRWHooks ~ Seal the Deal (@KA_Raines)

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For this week’s book hook, I thought I’d share an excerpt from The Infiltrator. A virus has rendered humanity mostly extinct. Keira Starr is alone, staying alive by staying on the run, sleeping in empty gas stations and the trunks of cars long abandoned on the highway. The world is overrun by “Ghosts,” the mindless, bloodthirsty dead, but they are the least of her problems. She is being hunted by ragtag groups of ruthless men, independent contractors working for a mysterious human trafficking ring. When she is finally captured, she discovers that Derrick Caine, despite his gruff demeanor and appearance, may just have a different agenda altogether.

In this scene, Derrick prepares to track a missing man and little girl into the woods who disappeared from their community, the Fortress, while surveying the stars.

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Keira stabbed a Ghost in the temple angrily, blinking back sudden tears while working out the brunt of her aggression on the dead thing. She couldn’t look at Derrick as she re-sheathed his hunting knife and turned to climb back into the truck, her formerly clean clothes now spattered with blackened Ghost blood. This could be it. He could die out there trying to find a man and a little girl who were probably already dead, and she would never see him again. She hated this—that she still felt. This was exactly why she had avoided people for so long. She didn’t want to feel.

“Hey.” A hand caught her bicep in a firm grasp, and she found herself being wheeled forcefully around, colliding suddenly into a hard chest. Before she could even process what was happening, rough fingers were gripping the back of her neck beneath her hair, pulling her forward, and she just caught a glimpse of Derrick’s eyes glinting in the moonlight as he crashed his lips against hers.

The kiss was desperate, unpracticed, and tasted like cigarettes as their teeth clanked together—but she didn’t care. It was a promise, a sealing of a deal she hadn’t even realized had been made until that very moment. I’ll be back, he seemed to be saying. This ain’t done. We ain’t done.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Guns were firing. Ghosts, now pouring out of the woods in a steady torrent, bits of exposed yellowed bone and gnashing teeth reflecting off the Dodge’s headlights, were falling to the ground in a barrage of bullets and brains. Ig was yanking her by her arm, and he practically shoved her into the cab of the truck. He was shouting, but she couldn’t ascertain the words. As she yanked the door shut and wrenched the truck around—bodies thumped sickeningly beneath the wheels—Keira watched in the rearview mirror as Derrick disappeared into the Ghost-infested woods on his own. Drawn by the vehicles, none of the dead things seemed to notice him as he slinked off into the darkness.

Nevertheless, as she touched her lips that still tingled from his hasty kiss, she felt dampness on her face—and she couldn’t help but curse him.


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