My name is Terry Poole and I hail from central Canada. Yes, we plug in our vehicles in the winter so the battery doesn’t freeze. No, we don’t have polar bears roaming the streets. What? Do you think we are heathens? We put them in the garage when we are done riding them. Lol
I write Suspense and Paranormal M/M books because a) I was tired of M/F; it was all beginning to sound the same and b) discovered fan fiction and shipping. Hot damn!
My mind has always been filled with stories and I’ve written in one form or another all my life, from the Reader’s Digest, and the Enquirer to local papers and later websites.
My first series, Secrets, follows Kelly, an ex-FBI agent and Nathan, a brilliant cardiologist. Murder, mayhem, kidnapping, special opps. Yeah, you get the picture.
My second series focuses on a ghost cop and the sweet writer he is tethered to. Add in his detective partner and a ghost whisperer coroner… Yup, more murder, mayhem, and of course, ghosts.
My new series begins with Rudy, which was just released. It’s a modern and somewhat dark retelling of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. But the original story, if you think about it, was rather dark too. Rudy Two will be coming out in the spring with Jackson Frost making an appearance.
All three series will have new books out in 2018. There will also be a couple of short stories turned into full books and a special book for next Christmas titled ‘Made For You’.
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Rudy leaned up, and caught Clay’s mouth once more. Lord, but the man could kiss. Rudy was sure he had found his new favorite hobby. Clay slid his hands up under Rudy’s shirt, his fingers tracing every inch of skin they could find. It felt so good to have Clay’s hands exploring him. Rudy hadn’t realized how touch starved he was.
Later, Rudy would blame his sex addled mind for the foolish thing he did next. With his mouth firmly on Clay’s, and his arms locked around Clay’s neck, he thought ‘bedroom’. The next instant, he had blinked the two of them into his home, and directly beside his bed.
Clay reared back, alarm in every line of his body. He spun, looking wildly around him.
Rudy held out his hands. “Clay, it’s okay. It’s a gift I was blessed with from my mother. We are in my bedroom. Seriously, it’s okay.”
But Clay’s eyes were bright citrine, and his fangs and claws were fully extended. He crouched in obvious defensive mode. His eyes never stopped moving from left to right, mapping his surroundings, watching Rudy suspiciously. His arms extended, ready to swipe with those vicious claws. Did Clay even know where he was? No, how could he? He’d never been in Rudy’s home before.
“Oh, shit. What have I done?” Rudy took a step closer but Clay yowled a warning at him, and Rudy stopped moving. He wasn’t entirely certain Clay’s cat hadn’t taken over.
“Clay. It’s okay. No one is going to hurt you. You are in my bedroom. Do you recognize me at all? I’m Rudy? Rudy Klaus.” He held out his hands in what he hoped was a none-threatening gesture. “Remember? I smell good? Like warm sugar cookies.”
Rudy moved a step closer, hoping Clay would come back. He didn’t know if this was from the sudden shock of blinking to another place, or if Clay was experiencing a flashback. Rudy’s best friend Herman had served for a time, and although he was fortunate not to suffer from PTSD, he’d seen, and told Rudy about the soldiers who suffered from the sometimes debilitating condition. Clay’s eyes appeared to be unfocused and wild. Herman said that was a sign. Clay was not in the here and now. It made him extremely dangerous.
“Clay, it’s me Rudy. You are safe.”
Rudy kept repeating the words in as soft, and soothing voice as he could. Clay seemed to be steadily calming down. He wasn’t yowling anymore at least, and had lowered his arms from their distrustful position.
Then the worst possible thing happened. The sirens from the fire station just down the street blasted into the night, making both Rudy and Clay jump. Clay panicked and instinctively swiped out with his hands, catching Rudy down one of his arms which were still outstretched towards him.
Rudy screamed and clutched his arm to his body. Panicking, he raced out of the bedroom and down the hall to his office. A prey animal bleeding was a worst-case scenario, and would definitely set off Clay’s cat. Slamming and locking the door behind him, he sagged against the wood, gradually sliding down to the floor. He kept his arm tight against his chest, pressing on the slashes. Shifters healed faster than humans and Rudy was no exception. The blood spilling from the deep grooves in his arm was already beginning to slow.
Tears of pain and horror at what he had unwittingly done ran down Rudy’s face. How could he have been so stupid? Clay knew nothing of Rudy’s blinking ability, and to use it on him without warning? His half-brothers were right—Rudy was a misfit, a freak. A stupid unthinking freak, he damned himself.
Suddenly, the door at his back vibrated from the heavy pounding on it. “Let me in,” demanded Clay. “I can smell your blood. Please, Rudy. I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Rudy told him barely above a whisper. Clay’s shifter hearing would pick up every word.
Rudy sucked in a ragged breath. “Not your fault,” he repeated through his tears. “I’m the freak. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m so sorry.”
“Let me in, Rudy.”
“No. Just go. Please.”
Despised by his family for being a living reminder of his father’s infidelity, Rudy never expected that a blind date mix up would change his life in this modern retelling of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
Clay, an engineer fresh out of the military, is the answer to Rudy’s dreams, becoming Rudy’s co-worker, protector and lover all rolled into one gorgeous package.
However, Donny, Rudy’s older half-brother, is so filled with hate that he tries to destroy Rudy, and stop him from saving his grandfather’s toy factory.
Only Clay can save Rudy’s life and the toy factory, if he’s not too late.
Please note that although Rudy is part of a group of books about reindeer shifters, it is a stand alone novel.
Nestled between the two massive lakes that bisect Manitoba, Terry lives with her three fur children, her hubby, and her three human children (this number varies depending on who is staying at home at any given time). She wrote her first book, a fantasy using stick figures drawn on a roll of adding machine paper when she was five. She loves suspense, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and of course, romance. When Terry isn’t writing, she can be found crocheting, making handmade soap or hanging out on Facebook. Terry is often heard complaining that she has more stories in her head than she will ever be able to get down on paper.
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Terry brought with her a fantastic giveaway of a ecopy of her release and also a swagbag !