Sunday, December 4, 2011


Well, it's been super fun hanging out here at the Goddess Fish Party Pavilion. I'd like to thank our fine hosts and leave you all with one final peek into my work.

In January 2012, The Wild Rose Press will release my dark paranormal, ABRA CADAVER.

This story is the one exception to my titling rule. Usually I have to write an entire tale before I can settle on a title that I love. ABRA CADAVER, however, just came to me one day, and the characters, setting, and plot bloomed from there.

Holly Brimmer never expected to be brought back from the dead. After a fatal car crash, a mysterious stranger gives her a second chance at life—but it comes with a price. To stay alive she must pay it forward, accomplish an important deed, thus making her mark in the world. Until she does, her savior is bound to her. Now she has a backyard full of dead bodies and one unwanted houseguest.

Keane Malson kills bad guys to keep the innocent alive, but he’s still a monster. Cursed by a witch moments before an honorable death on the battlefield, he’s lived thousands of years, roaming from place to place with no end in sight. It’s a lonely life…until he meets Holly.

When a wanted man targets Holly, Keane will do anything to protect her, even if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Slowly, Keane sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Holly was enchanted by the way the black strands fell back into place. Her fingers literally itched with the need to feel Keane’s hair against her own skin so she stuffed her hands underneath her legs.

Keane slid his legs off the bed and, holding onto the headboard, he stood. Holly edged off the bed as well and prepared to support Keane. He held out a hand as if to tell her to give him a minute. He took a few steps deeper into the room and turned around.           

“Feel better?” Sweet Mary, he looked better. Damn perfect standing at his full height and rubbing his stomach with his hand.
“Much.” He came to stand in front of Holly. He was close enough for her to wrap her arms around him, but she didn’t. “Don’t let me do that again, okay? I felt human for a few moments drinking that beer, but it’s not worth the pain.”
“Guess you need tighter supervision.” A heat washed over Holly’s cheeks as she glanced up at Keane. His eyes were back to the brilliant sky blue, his skin flawlessly pale.
“Yes, Miss Brimmer. That’s exactly what I need.” He grinned, and Holly forgot the rules.

Visit me at to download my available books. Stop by again on January 4th to get your virtual hands on a copy of ABRA CADAVER.

Christine DePetrillo


mnjcarter said...

This sounds like an excellent read. I will be looking for it in Jan. Thanks for posting tonight, it was fun!

Christine DePetrillo said...

Thanks for reading!

Debby said...

I love the twist on the words. Thanks for sharing
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