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Sunday, October 30, 2011


Mel Teshco grew up in Australia, where her seemingly gypsy dad and ever patient mother saw her living in many areas of the East Coast, along with her sister and two brothers.

Each new home stimulated an already over-active imagination, where she spent as much time dreaming about fantasy worlds as the real world - the fantasy sometimes being much better.

Now living on a small rural property with three horses and a handful or two of cats, she is happily married with three children of wide-spread ages and loves writing gritty, sizzling paranormals and the occasional contemporary with darker tones.

Setting – Sydney, Australia.
Hero – Blake Powell.
Heroine – Alexia Leigh.
Scene you would never cut – I definitely wouldn’t cut the last scene.
Something your hero or heroine would never do or say – My heroine won’t ever doubt her deceased father’s beliefs.
What's one quirky thing about your heroine? Heroine rides a Ducati motorcycle.
What do you think the readers will like about this book? It has a little bit of everything, action, danger, humour, shifting, sex...more sex *g* 

What's next for you? I’m currently writing book 2 of the Alien Heat series. I’m also working on a 90k(ish) contemporary with fantasy elements that I’m really enjoying and I have started two other erotica novellas. 

About you...
A wife of one very patient man, a mum of three girls and a grandma of a little man. A cat lover (currently have four) a Belgian dog owner and in love with my own little piece of paradise (small acreage). I feel really blessed =)
Winged & Dangerous series
Favorite movie of all time – Avatar.
Favorite fairytale – The Incredibles & The Lion King.
Favorite story to disappear into – Lady Vixen by Shirlee Busbee.
Favorite TV program – Most reality TV: The X Factor, So You Think You Can Dance, Australia’s Got Talent, My Kitchen Rules etc. And then there’s Desperate Housewives and Winners & Losers.
First book you remember reading – Spot.
Dog or cat person (or other) – dog, cat, horse, dolphin and whale.
Winged & Dangerous series
Winged & Dangerous series
Author (living or dead) you'd most like to meet – Stephen King.
A romantic retreat for you would be...log fire, massage, cocktails and doing absolutely nothing but talking to my man.
What do you do to unwind or relax? Read. Occasionally play COD. Horse Ride.
What era would you like to time travel and visit? And why? Back to biblical times to see some of those amazing people and prophets. I’d especially love to meet Queen Esther, I’m fascinated by her story.
What does love mean to you? Give and Take. And being friends as well as lovers.

Mel, as always, it's been a pleasure having you here on my blog - I look forward to your next visit!

Mel's offering the three books of her Winged & Dangerous series (in print) for one person who 'follows her blog', and one copy of the anthology 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' (as an e-book) as a second giveaway to another person who comments.

Open internationally.

Both potential winners must answer the question:

"What do you love most about a good shapeshifter story?"

Get an answer in by midday (Aussie time), November 3rd 2011 and your name will be placed in the draw for one of the prizes.

Winners will be announced November 4th 2011.

Meanwhile, everyone, enjoy the blurb and excerpt of IDENTITY SHIFT (below).

Alexia Leigh is determined to prove big-cat shape-shifters exist. But she never expected Blake Powell, the key to the shifter race, to rescue and seduce her—never expected to want him like he's her last damned breath! She's never experienced such raw pleasure, has forgotten what it is to truly feel alive. And now she is torn between him and the proof she needs.

Links for IDENTITY SHIFT: AllRomance, Amazon, Smashwords - for the price of 99c 

Guns ‘N’ Roses blared from inside nondescript apartment fourteen. She took a deep, calming breath as adrenaline surged within. She had him. At last her quarry was within reach. She raised a fist and hammered on the flimsy, peeling wooden door.
The music shut down. A baby wailed a few apartments down, a small dog yapping into life inside another. Heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door.
One word. One deep, masculine, primal intonation.
Her pulses jerked in response, her nipples beading tight beneath her black leather jacket and tight burgundy singlet.
If this is what he could do to a woman with one monosyllable behind a closed door, she could only imagine what he could do with a whole sentence, and up close and personal.
She cursed under her breath. She’d clearly been too long without a man, someone to ease the heavy ache of her breasts, the deep throb between her thighs. Just as well she wanted nothing more from him than answers.
Hesitating for a beat, she asked, “Mr. Powell?”
She closed her eyes at his long, drawn out silence. Then she heard him release a heavy sigh before returning wearily, “Who wants to know?”
Impatience drummed a loud tattoo behind her skull. A migraine was all she needed right now.
“I’m here on behalf of my father. He is—“ she swallowed back a wave of bitter loss and grief ”—was an archaeologist. You may have heard of him? Professor Thomas Leigh.” At the thick, almost suffocating silence that followed she continued more loudly, “He believed in the existence of human-panther shape-shifters—”
Her sentence ended on a startled gasp as the door flung open and she was jerked unceremoniously inside.
“Enough already,” Blake growled.
She hissed out a breath at the current of electricity sizzling through her arm’s every nerve ending; at the cheek of him dragging her inside. She tugged free, and looked up…and up.
Beneath scruffy dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt the man was a mountain of fluid muscle and sinew, repressed energy that vibrated with emotion and patently raw sex appeal.
“Are you mad?” she said through gritted teeth. “All I wanted was a civilized discussion, not to be dragged inside like I’m nothing more than…than a cave woman!”
He slammed the door shut behind her and pushed home a large bolt. When he peeled off his dark sunglasses—ludicrous inside the near dark room lit only by a naked bulb—she took an involuntary step back. His eyes were an unnatural gold-yellow. Beautiful, but deadly.
She sucked in some oxygen, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. Damn it all to hell, he really was sinfully delicious, with more vague hints of darkness beneath his honey-warm skin that tantalized and teased even as it repelled.
“I know who you are,” he said.
“You do?”
“Yes.” He sighed, tunneling a hand through his thick, dark hair that was an inch away from scruffy. “I’m sorry.”
“About your father.”
“Why?” Her voice rose an octave, “Because like everyone else you think the world is better off without another crackpot and his loony beliefs?”
“No. I’m sorry because he was a great man who thought above and beyond the restrictions of science.”
Hostility fled her body, leaving her oddly drained and a little disorientated. How long had it been since someone had said something good about her father? Too long, clearly, for her to appreciate even a scrap of praise. Snide remarks and innuendos had become part and parcel of their life for the three long months since her father’s discovery.
“You look about ready to collapse.” Somehow his silky rich voice stroked her senses, hummed along the nerve-endings behind her eyeballs and soothed away her stress. Turning it into another tension entirely. Sexual tension. “Please. Take a seat,” he murmured.
She managed the couple of steps needed before all but flopping into a ripped, vinyl two-seater lounge. “You knew my dad?”
“No, not personally. But I read all his articles. He was ahead of his time. A brilliant and ethical man.”
And look where that had got him. Mocked and ridiculed until he’d been stripped of all his dignity, his beliefs. His life.
A wedge of hair dropped over her eyes from her scraped back pony tail. She abstractedly pushed the dark blonde length behind one ear. “Then you know why I’m here.”
He moved into the tiny kitchen, where a half-empty bottle of scotch resided on the counter. He poured them each a glass. She gulped hers down like it was a tonic for all the ills in the world.
He smiled and took a mouthful before giving a nod. “I gather since your father uncovered the bones, he also found the journal and deciphered the names on the list?”
“Only yours,” she conceded. Her father’s long held view of honesty being the best policy had burrowed deep into her psyche, despite its obvious pitfalls. “What else have you concluded?” she pressed.
He raised a dark brow. “That now you’re hoping to track down the Illawatti tribe.”
She released another long, slow breath. “Let me guess. You think I’m a raving lunatic?”
Just like my dad.
Blake stalked over to the window and peered between the moldy, almost transparent curtains. “No. Actually, I don’t.”
Wow. Was he serious? She snorted disbelief. “So you agree there’s a possibility the Illawatti tribe exist—” 
“We need to leave,” he growled.
She frowned. “No. Not until I get some answers—”
The breath whooshed hard from her throat as he threw himself at her. His weight knocked her to the ground simultaneously to the window shattering, glass raining down like blades of ice.
The dog a few doors down once again took up its relentless yapping. She closed her eyes, aware the muscled bulk of Blake’s body sheltered her. But she was even more aware of the ping of a bullet that had torn a hole through the opposite wall.
Shock pushed her heart rate into high gear. “Someone is shooting at you!”
He effortlessly scooped her up and half-ran into what had to be the only bedroom. “No,” he corrected grimly. “They’re shooting at us.”
Her blood pressure spiking, she looked up. The pool of light leaking into the bedroom allowed her to note his composed expression, his strange-colored eyes that scanned the room, seemingly considering every possible option before he acted. “What the hell are you saying?” she hissed.
She was a target?
He glanced down at her. “I apologize in advance. Your hellish day isn’t about to improve any time soon.”

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  1. Hi Mel! Hi Kylie! Mel, those covers are a bit much for my heart to take at this hour on a Sunday. Have some pity! ;-) Congratulations on the release of Identity Shift!

  2. Hi Anna!

    Hope your heart is back to its normal rhythm now *g* I was just thinking my anthology cover is the same color as your 'green monster' =)

  3. They certainly are heart stopping covers, Mel! Gorgeous and v-e-r-y sexy! Go you!

    LOved the excerpt! And hmmn favourite shapeshifter thang? I think it's the one I see in the mirror when I go from the makeupless hag to a someone minimally safe to be seen in public!!! I know this isn't what you mean but it's what I thought of first! The books look gorgeous! Good luck and congrats Mel!

  4. Hi Kaz,

    that gave me a good chuckle, I think a lot of us girls think that about ourselves (me, it's when I see myself naked lol!!)

    And thanks - the book cover is done by our own Eleni at Helzcat designs www.helzkatdesigns.com - she's done a fabulous job =)

  5. Hi Mel, Kylie!

    Wow! What gorgeous covers! Love 'em! And the excerpt is enticing, thanks for sharing.

  6. Hi Nas =)

    Thanks for dropping in and saying so, and so glad you liked the excerpt!

  7. Hey ladies *waving*. LOL - Mel, you really are a Reality TV fan.

    And thanks re the plug re Identity Theft cover. You know how much I loved working on it.

    As for shapeshifting books - I like the fact that a person has this unique ability with another set of skills and emotions attached the animal they shape shift too. Can make for some great conflict, and great action scenes.

    BTW - congrats on the release of Red-Hot Lover

  8. Eleni did the cover? Wow, Eleni! Congrats all round yet again! What a great combination Mel's great book and Eleni's cover art. Congrats to you both!

    Fabulous work - and Eleni you continue to amaze me.

  9. Hi Eleni!

    Yes, I have to admit to loving these reality tv shows *g*

    And thanks again for your amazing talent with Identity Shift :)

  10. Kaz, our Eleni is one very talented lady :)

  11. Hi Mel
    Not a genre I read, ever, but I was enthralled by the excerpt. I can see I will be widening my reading tastes soon, and I know where I'll start. Thanks!

  12. Hi Natalie,

    so glad you enjoyed the excerpt - and by all means start with my shifter story *wink*

  13. I'm a little late to the conversation, but hi Kylie and Mel ;p
    I love your covers Mel....very alluring, your Winged & Dangerous series is calling my name!!


    If you'd like to enter this draw, don't forget to answer Mel's question to qualify!

    The Q is: "What do you love most about a good shapeshifter story?"

  15. Im way late (as usual!) posting. That teaches me not to check Kylie's Blog! Great peice, Mel. I really need to get my hands on that Stone Cold dude, LOL. COngrats on the release, hope it does really well for you.