Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

Welcome Lyndi Alexander. I met Lyndi at Margie Lawson’s Deep Immersion writing workshop, along with some other fabulous women, and was very impressed by her writing. Her first book, The Elf Queen, was about to come out and I loved the concept of a glass slipper breaking and tiny men escaping on a city street. Today she is writing about her latest release a paranormal romance, Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. What a great title and this book too has a very creative concept. Please welcome, Lyndi Alexander.

The last time I got divorced, I was in a pretty bad way. Drained. Feeling out of touch with my world and myself. So, about ten years ago, I went with some of my friends to a new class that studied energy from an Eastern perspective. We learned about auras and personal energy fields and chakras and self-healing. As a person who routinely thinks from inside my head instead of on a “touchy-feely” basis, this was a long, hard education for me, but I eventually understood it.

This class, although really foreign to me, a person who functioned from a center of logic and judgment, showed me how to function from a place of love and feeling and emotion. You really can accomplish a lot of different things when you approach life from that angle.

I also came to understand how others’ actions affected me, and how others can drain your energy, in a very toxic way. You know, the person who calls at all hours of the day and night, just to whine about the terribles of their life, though they never take your advice and never change the way they do anything. They suck the life from you.

Try doing that when you’re a family law attorney, too, your clients trapped in the cold court system, and they always need, need, need…. And I was happy to give it to them, when I could, but after awhile, when I was giving and giving, to clients, to kids, and not getting much back in return, I was wiped.

So I used this class to help build up my own defenses and my own walls, but not in a negative way. As Dr. Rick Paulsen teaches Sara Woods in LOVE ME, KISS ME, KILL ME, the purpose of studying these healing arts is to realign your chakras, to make you energetically strong, so that you can withstand the daily attacks we all encounter. Of course, the forces after Sara are much more dangerous than just a sad client or two. She begins an investigation into a series of deaths that moves into a supernatural realm before very long, and she’s dealing with forces of this world and darker ones as well. I hope I shared enough of what I learned with her so that she can survive her battles ahead. J

Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by Lyndi AlexanderLove Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

Running away isn’t necessarily the answer.

In her mad rush to escape a failed marriage, Sara Woods takes the first job available and lands in the middle of a mystery. Her first assignment as a news reporter for the Ralston Courier is the investigation of a string of deaths, all young women, all her age.

She becomes a patient at the Goldstone Clinic, a local mecca of healing, to deal with chronic pain from her past. But all is not as it seems at the Goldstone, its doctors and nurses are all the picture of perfect beauty and health. Patients at the clinic first seem to get better, then they deteriorate. Sara enlists the help of Dr. Rick Paulsen, who teaches her how to access her internal power, skills she never knew she had, revealing secrets from her past. Police officer Brendon Zale also takes an interest in Sara, but he acts like a stalker, watching her every move, and he won’t leave her alone.

As she digs deeper into the story, and more young women die without explanation, she tries to choose allies wisely, but not till the last confrontation does she discover the identity of her true enemy.

By then, it’s too late.

hydra publishingLove Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me is available now from Hydra Press

Buy it at here at Amazon or here at Barnes and Noble

EXCERPT from Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me:

I watched Rick Paulsen in disbelief. “You’re talking crazy, you know. What do you think I am? A battery, charged or not charged or something? That’s not possible. Is it?”

“It would explain what happened. Dedra’s life force was ebbing and you replenished it.”

“Life force. Okay, so we’re in X-Files territory. Next you’ll be talking vampires.”

Rick twitched as if I’d slapped him.

That raised my eyebrow. “No way.” I thought about Talman and his charisma.

He walked behind his desk, as if putting the solid wood between us would insulate him. Or was it me he was trying to protect? He studied me, clearly torn about something. Still on the issue of trust?

“What does that have to do with the clinic?” I asked, as the silence went on.

He didn’t answer.

“Why did Dr. Ruprei show up so quickly?”

He shook himself and leaned forward, elbows on the desk. He looked so much more tired than he had the first day we’d met. “I don’t know why Ruprei was here. I didn’t send for her. She didn’t hurt you, did she? Or Dedra?”

I shook my head.

“What was it you said? A battery? That’s a good analogy. You’ve been at the clinic recently, haven’t you? Within the last 24 hours? Within the last week?” He poured another glass of juice for me, disapproval in his voice. As I started to argue with him, he held up a finger. “I know you have. Let’s just work this through, all right? Please work with me on this. It’s very close to Lily’s story. It may be the key.”

           “All right, fine. I did go, five days ago. But my life force was just fine. In fact, I felt terrific. Better than I had in years.”

He rubbed his forehead, lost in thought a moment. “I hadn’t thought she would move so soon. Drink the juice.”

What use was there arguing at this point? I drank the juice. I had to admit, it seemed to be having a positive effect. “Who’s she? Dedra was seeing Chal Talman. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I told you. I felt great.”

“Of course you did. You might have had all your own energy and some of his besides.” He leaned back, arms crossed.

“What are you saying, that they put it into me?”

“I’m not sure. It’s not easily done. Have you ever done any energy work? Studied chakras, tuning meridians, that sort of thing?”

“Speakee English?” I passed an arch look. Had Lily understood any of this, been a willing partner? “I never studied anything like that.”

“Amazing,” Rick said. “You’re a natural. I had to study four years with a healer in California to even begin.” He blew air through pursed lips. “Tell me about your treatments again, both yours and Dedra’s. Whatever you know, even if you don’t think it’s important.”

Thinking of the dead woman, and the near-dead one down the hall, I settled in and told him what he wanted to know, all of it, holding back only the deep smoky attraction I’d felt for Chal. Rick seemed most interested in the first, where we had both felt drained, and the last, when I’d been so charged. When I finished, he read over his notes, then looked at me, speculation written on his face.

“Can I try something?” he asked. Uncertainty must have showed in my face, because he actually laughed. “Nothing bad! It’s an experiment. Not dangerous, I promise. I just want to get a feel for your energy field.”

“You mean those areas governed by the chakras, the alignment and so on. But you just said I’d given Dedra any power I had.” Not that I was buying that. I was guessing if that’s really what had happened, that it was one of those miracle emergency adrenaline bursts, like the guy who could lift a car off his child in crisis mode. That made sense. Such events had been documented in the past.

Rick persisted. “I’m not looking for what you’ve got, just testing your usual state.”

“Then will you tell me about Lily and the others? And what this has to do with vampires?”

“Yes. Then I’ll share what I know.”

            Quid pro quo, Clarice… The dark words echoed in my brain. I eyed Dr. Paulsen. Which of us was Hannibal Lecter?

BIO:   Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others.

She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

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4 responses to “Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

  1. Sounds intriguing, Lyndi, and thanks for the personal insight. A thriller driven by a poignant experience has got to deliver.

  2. Thanks for hosting me, Jessica–and it’s always nice to meet sister IMCers here too! Thanks for stopping by, Sherry. 🙂

  3. Love the premise of your novel, Lyndi. I once spent a few years fitting in daily meditation, so I know how beneficial it is to our well-being and energy, somthing I’d like to get back to. It definitely helps to deal with the crazy-makers in our lives.

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