Acct Hacked!

Very frustrating but fixed now thankfully! I've never had this happen before and I was panicking!   

Just a note: anyone that received anything from "me" in the last 48 hrs, it didn't really come from me! No bulletins or emails were sent from this acct by me. I hope nothing at all was, but on the safe side wanted everyone to know in case they read anything.

Hopefully this doesn't happen again!

Have a wonderful week. And to those in Canada celebrating, Happy Thanksgiving.

Chey

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RED FIRE by Deidre Knight

Now available!! A Must Read.

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Our Cowboy Up Friday treat!!!

Have a wonderful weekend!

And to all my Canadian Friends, have a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday! All the best  to you and yours.

Chey

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Excerpt & Contest!!!

Good afternoon friends!

Dark Magic releases in 28 days! Seems like a long way off, but nothing like an excerpt to whet the appetite right?

Also, anyone who answers the following question (Hint: Answer can be found within the excerpt) and sends their answer to contests@cheyennemccray.com along with MYSPACE CONTEST in the subject, will be entered to win. Winner will recieve a signed copy of SHADOW MAGIC.  Good luck!

Who was the only magical being that accompanied Jake & PSF when they'd prepared to raid an old apartment building?

Remember to send all answers to contests@cheyennemccray.com with MYSPACE CONTEST in the Subject line to be entered. Winner will be announced on November 1st.

An excerpt from
DARK MAGIC 
by Cheyenne McCray
© Copyright Cheyenne McCray, 2008
All Rights Reserved, St. Martin's Press

San Francisco

Jake Macgregor tightened his grip on his Glock as he eased through the shadows, the midnight broken only in patches where moonlight squeezed its way through the clouds. The closest streetlight’s glow didn’t touch him.

Moist air chilled his face and his hands, but adrenaline and his raid suit kept the rest of his body warm.

Members his reconnaissance team fanned out beside him in front of homes on each side of their target, slipping by cars parked in front of the garage-level entrances on Kearny. Several officers from the Paranormal Special Forces that he captained comprised half his team. The other half—

Magical beings.

The PSF officers, gray magic D’Anu witches, D’Danann warriors, and

Dark Elves now called themselves the Unified Otherworlds Alliance. Or just the Alliance.

The only witch missing was Cassia who had vanished to Otherworld after the last big battle against the dark magic and chaos threatening San Francisco. His gut tightened every time he thought of Cassia. She was such a mystery . . . a mystery he wanted to solve.

Jake blinked. Why was he thinking about her now? He wasn’t even sure he could trust the witch after her past deceptions.

Six D’Danann warriors had unfurled their powerful wings to circle the target home from above, and the fire escape in the back. Once they took to the sky, the warriors became invisible to human sight, including Jake. The rest of the Alliance flanked him on the ground or guarded the back door and the gate to the miniscule alleyway.

A sense of déjà vu swept over Jake as they crept up to the historic home. Months ago, he’d been on a similar mission, preparing to raid an older apartment building. At that time, the only magical being who had accompanied the PSF had been Silver Ashcroft, one of the D’Anu witches.

That was the night Jake first realized someone was practicing dark magic at a whole new level in his city. That night everything changed—and not for the better.

This time they prepared to enter a well-kept home in a nice San Francisco neighborhood near Union and Kearny. With space at a premium in the densely populated but relatively small city, the house was like most homes—squeezed between similar three-story houses.
The houses were packed along a typical steep incline, which wasn’t exactly optimum for a raid. But at the same time it would be difficult for anyone inside to escape—the only way out was the front door and the three levels of upstairs windows. What could hardly be deemed an alleyway in the back had a locked gate for an exit—the only possible rear egress.

On this stretch of the street, residents normally kept the sidewalks and the fronts of their homes in good condition, and any bushes and trees well-maintained. In light of the hell the city had been through recently, Jake wasn’t surprised the neighborhood didn’t look so perfect anymore.

All those months ago, they had been searching for Darkwolf at that apartment building. They were searching for him now.

Years ago, white witch Kevin Richards had picked up Balor’s stone eye on the shores of Ireland. From that moment on, the man who was now known as Darkwolf had become a dark god’s pawn.

Only now, the warlock had obtained the dark god’s and his goddess wife’s magic, powers so great that it was nearly incomprehensible. With the magic of two gods, how powerful had Darkwolf become?

That’s what they had to find out.

A flash of lighting followed by a rumble of thunder rolled through what had been a slightly foggy but cloudless night. Wind kicked up, bringing with it the sudden smell of rain.

And something else. Something musty and bitter. Like wet laundry soured from sitting too long.

Jake glanced at the sky. The clouds swirled overhead—almost as if a funnel cloud was gathering. Which was impossible considering they were in San Francisco.

Something was off, not right about that storm and his skin grew tight.

Just like it had in that small Middle Eastern village . . .

Maybe he was overreacting. He turned his attention back to the house and the mission. Soft yellow light spilled through uncovered windows on the first floor above the garage. Jake crept up the three steps to the entrance and peered through the vertical six-inch wide pane to the right of the door. No curtain obstructed his view.

He frowned. No movement, no activity. And if this was Darkwolf’s base of operations, why would the home be lit up and the windows not covered?
Keeping his voice low, Jake spoke into the microphone attached to his raid suit. “Everyone in position?”

He counted the number of affirmatives as they came into his earpiece.

Only eighteen of his men and women answered, which didn’t include the magical beings. Mentally he ran through the voices of his team. Marks and Taylor hadn’t answered.

Jake called to the two PSF officers who were part of the team covering the rear of the house. “Marks. Taylor. Are you in position?”

No response.

“Negative visual contact,” came Ricker’s low tone.

A prickling sensation rolled up Jake’s spine as gut instinct took hold.

Either their information was wrong—or someone had leaked their plans.

He paused one moment as the realization sunk in.

This wasn’t the warlock’s headquarters.

It’s a trap.

The slaughter of the men on his U.S. Marine Force Recon squad outside that Afghani village flashed through his mind. He’d led them into a dark magic trap, something he’d never been able to forgive himself for.

No fucking way. He couldn’t let it happen again.

“Get your asses out of here,” Jake growled in his microphone as he scanned the street behind him. “It’s a setup.”

He turned and scanned the area. No sign of an attack. No one on the street but the Alliance.

But it wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right.

His heart nearly exploded when he caught the smell of dark magic. Evil magic.

Not again. Not again. Not again.....

Another flash of lightning cracked the sky as Jake moved away from the house. Thunder growled so loud it seemed to surround them. Wind blasted them and rain rushed down in a sudden torrent.

Water funnels sprung from the rain.

Water funnels.

A mass of them.

They barreled straight for the house and members of his team.

“Oh, my goddess,” one of the witches shouted—Rhiannon. “They’re going to attack. Those funnels or whatever’s inside them.”

“Fuck!” someone cried out, followed by an “Oh, shit,” from another voice, and then more shouts and screams.

Jake’s pulse jacked as one of the funnels reached him. It came to an abrupt stop. Water hit Jake in the face with a hard slap. A naked being appeared—from inside the funnel. Some kind of creature that changed from water into the form of a man.

Water that had surrounded the being sprayed in all directions then splashed to the concrete with the rest of the rain.

The naked being drove a dagger toward Jake’s throat, above his Kevlar vest.

Jake ducked to the side but the blade sliced his right bicep, below his Marine tattoo, close to a healing wound. Pain seared his arm.

At the same time the assailant struck, Jake had raised his Glock and aimed for one of the two points usually good to bring down a supernatural asshole—the heart.

The creature twisted into a funnel before Jake got off a shot. He sighted a spot where the thing’s head used to be, but he didn’t see so much as the outline of a skull.

What the—

He didn’t have time to think as the funnel moved around him in a circle.

Jake’s pulse raced as wind and rain continued to pummel him. It was difficult to maintain firm footing on the street’s steep incline.

His officers, witches, and other magical beings fought the funnel-creatures. Witch-magic blazed and sparked, illuminating the night in eerie flashes. Gunshots cut the air along with screams, shouts, battle cries.

Jake crouched just in time when the funnel came to a stop and water splashed Jake hard. The naked being struck out again with its dagger. Moonlight gleamed off an almost crystal-like blade as it missed Jake.

He squeezed the Glock’s trigger, his shot ringing through the night, mingling with all of the other sounds.

His bullet hit home. The being dropped—and solidified into the form of a flesh-and-blood male. Red blossomed above his heart, over a large tattoo on his chest, the pounding rain turning the blood pink.

A flicker of surprise sparked in Jake. These assholes didn’t turn to silt and vanish like all of the other screwed up things the Alliance had been fighting the past several months.

It had only taken a second for the man to go down. Jake’s skin crawled and he whirled to see two more water funnels barreling down on him.

The funnels stopped simultaneously and two hard splashes hit Jake, almost knocking him on his ass. He swept out his leg, bringing one creature down as he shot at the other. The second being had already twisted into a funnel and the bullet went straight through the water.

Jake jerked his gun back to the being he had downed. It was getting to his feet, but Jake shot the creature in the heart before it could transform.

The other funnel stopped behind Jake.

Have a great day!

Chey

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Chey

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Vivi Anna's VEILED TRUTH

(Silhouette Nocturne, October 1, 2008)

Five years ago, virginal Lyra Magice had fled powerful dhampir Theron LeNoir's advances. But now an ancient text the dhampir possesses holds the key to solving murders that have plagued Necropolis. When another body is found and evidence points to the Mistress of the city, duty dictates that Lyra work with Theron—a man she regards as haughty, arrogant and immoral—to translate the symbols left at the crime scenes. But with their forced alliance comes darkly sensual dreams that leave her feeling wanton and achy….

Unwilling to reveal his dark past, the dhampir soon discovers that Lyra—a witch of great power—is to be the sacrificial virgin in a demonic scheme to open a portal to hell itself. Salvation will come only if Theron can win Lyra's trust—and her heart.

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Vivi's website - www.vivianna.net

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Chey

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DARK MAGIC - RT TOP PICK!

Some great news to share.  I received the review from Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine this morning. I'm thrilled and honored that Dark Magic is a RT Top Pick!!

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Chey

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This week's Cowboy Up Friday treat!!

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Chey

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