Thank you for having me on Fang-tastic
Books, Roxanne. I’m excited to meet your readers.
I’m Rhea Rhodan, and I write romance with
a touch of magic or paranormal twist. If you share some of my tastes—and I’m
guessing you do because you’re here :>)—you love paranormal, fantasy, and
maybe sci-fi TV shows too. I watched a lot of TV as a kid. Those old shows
fueled my already-vivid imagination and offered great fodder for the stories I
began telling myself even before I learned to read.
I thought it might be fun to make a list
of my vintage favorites both for those of you who remember them, and those who
missed them.
My Top 10 Old TV Shows with Paranormal Fantasy and SciFi Twists
10. Outer Limits. At my
single-digit age when this show aired, I was way too young to watch anything
that scary. I still am. Nonetheless, this one started it all for me.
9. Casper (The Friendly Ghost). Even
though it leaned heavily on the saccharine side and I was a cynical child, I
felt sorry for Casper, and definitely wanted to offer him my friendship. The
stupid kids who were scared of him didn’t deserve his kindness.
8. I Dream of Jeanie. Another
protagonist I felt sorry for. Poor Jeanie was on the slow side, but sweet, and
the Major was kind of a jerk. I liked her costume and still wish I could travel
by her cross-arms-and-nod method.
7. The Addams Family. I watched The
Munsters too, but couldn’t shake the idea it was a dumb knock-off. Feel
free to mock me in the Comments section below.
6. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. Loved
the romantic aspect, even then.
5. Bewitched. I wanted to be
Samantha SO bad, even if she was married to that putz, Darrin (I never liked
either one of them). I admired her mother, Endora, but Tabatha (her daughter)
never really worked for me once she was no longer a baby.
4. The Immortal. My first-ever
celebrity crush was on Christopher George. He was a REAL man, and as you can
probably tell by now, I was picky.
3. Time Tunnel. I couldn’t wait
for this one every week and was heartbroken when it got cancelled. I didn’t
care that it was cheesy or each show’s plot was an awful lot like last week’s.
I still have a thing for time travel. Outlander anyone? I was a fan of
the somewhat more recent (and much better) Quantum Leap, too.
2. Star Trek. I’ve seen every one
of the original and Next Generation episodes, most many times (wasn’t a
big fan of its other incarnations). Gene Roddenberry’s imagination and gift for
storytelling easily made up for the show’s limited production budget.
1. Twilight Zone. When I watch
these now, they upset me because there’s seldom justice. Good people are
punished willy-nilly. I’d dump an author who left me so dissatisfied. Yet this
show took me past Outer Limits and into the great What If. For that, Rod
Serling, all is forgiven.
These old shows continue to influence me.
While writing and editing Melting Shadows, my new release, I
occasionally thought I heard the theme music from The Twilight Zone—with
good reason. And in the story, Max gets Prudence to watch some episodes of Star
Trek with him.
Any dissenters? Shows you’d like to add
to the list? New favorites?
Melting Shadows
Rhea Rhodan
Genre: Romantic Suspense, with a Fantasy twist
Publisher: Rhea Rhodan
Date of Publication: March 4, 2016
ISBN: 978-1523859375
ASIN: B01CEYVHGU
Page Count: 259 (Kindle)
Page Count: 342 (pb)
Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book Description:
When fantasy and reality collide, only love can be believed.
Shattered by a brutal attack and forced to flee, painfully withdrawn Dr. Prudence Marsh buries her emotions under numbing logic. For years, her escapes to a fantasy world created to survive her hellish past have been nothing more than a guilty pleasure. But when the host of the safe house turns out to be a dead ringer for her dream warrior, she fears she’s lost her precious mind along with everything else.
Ex-SEAL Max Delaney has been known to dabble in a hot, delicious mess—or two, or three. He has no idea how to handle a cold, sour one. Blackmailed into babysitting Dr. Marsh in his hidden bunker while she finishes a top-secret project sucks. Until he falls for her. Then it blows. Every clue Max unravels buys him more questions. Every step forward lands him two steps back, flat on his ass.
Demons past, present, and future haunt Max and Prudence as they stumble along the twisting path to love. Merciless enemies and shifting alliances drive both to desperate measures, tumbling them over the border between shadow and substance—where each must choose what, and whom, to believe.
Excerpt:
He whispered
praise in her ear, “That’s it. Now don’t you feel better?”
She shivered in
response, though her hands at his back had warmed. He smiled into the fresh
scent of her hair and wrapped her more tightly in his arms. She was his now;
even if she didn’t know it yet.
With firm,
subtle pressure, he brought her head to rest on his shoulder. Her hands
tightened around him, then, finally, her body relaxed fully into his.
Her sigh was
what did him in, what scrambled his brain and sent the jolt to his heart, then
racing lower, hotter. He swallowed hard. Patience was suddenly a whole lot
scarcer than it had been a minute ago.
The Balconies.
Any one of the half dozen private patios facing the ocean would do. Each of the
double doors was chaperoned by a broad back discreetly turned from the couples
enjoying the seclusion they offered. It was one of the unique and best features
of the club.
With experienced
ease, he guided his plunder across the dance floor to the nearest unoccupied
one. “You’re a bit flushed. Would you like some ocean air? The view is great.”
She blushed and
murmured something indistinct he chose to take as assent. Another covert tip
and nod to the bouncer—the same one who’d been at the VIP gate, still wearing
the frown—and their path was clear.
The moon cast a
diamond-strewn path across the water and glimmered in her depths of her eyes.
He wanted to climb into that fire and stay there until Judgment Day.
After a few
gulps of the salty night air, she said, “Thank you, Mr. Delane. I’m afraid the
effects of the alcohol may have—”
“It’s
Delaney." He squeezed her hand. “Calling me Max would solve the problem,
you know."
“I’m still not
certain I’m comfortable—”
“We can’t have
that. I want you very comfortable.” He kept his voice low and soothing, ran his
hands up her tantalizingly bare arms to cup her face. She gasped at his touch,
her eyes widened and her lips parted.
He’d meant the
kiss to be subdued, a simple brushing of mouths, and that’s how it started. But
he couldn’t stop what followed. Couldn’t keep his hand from gripping the back
of her head; holding it at the best angle for his access; from tracing her lips
with his tongue and gently opening her mouth to accept it; prevent his other
hand from roaming between the cool satin of her hair and the warm silk of her
dress to the swell of her sweet, tight ass; squeezing it, and pulling her
close. Close enough for her to feel the rock hard extent of his hunger. Close
enough for him to feel the moist heat of hers—God help him with what control he
had left.
Her arms circled
his waist, her delicate, surprisingly strong hands pressed into his back,
stroked, pulled at him in helpless, inexperienced little tugs that made him
want to push up her dress and set her on the railing, wrap those long legs
around his waist, and—
“Please,
Delane.” The desperate ache in her plea
squeezed him like a fist and echoed all the way to his toes. He shook with the
effort to clamp down on his lust.
“‘Max.’ Say it,
Prue. Say it and I’ll take you to paradise, sweetheart. C’mon,” he whispered it
into her ear, then nipped it tenderly. Understanding why he needed that
particular surrender wasn’t important, winning it was.
He slipped the
hand on her ass under her dress, ran his finger under the lace of her panties,
reached to stroke the hot velvet, teasing her, driving himself to the knife
edge of desire.
“Oh…ah…M-M-Ma—”
A warning rush
of overused air boxed his ears a few seconds before a shrill voice pierced
them. “There you are, Max, darling! I thought this was our balcony. Remember? A
couple of weeks ago we…”
Bam. Just like
that, Prue froze in his arms. He opened his eyes and saw the shutters slam over
hers, dousing the lighthouse, leaving him at sea in empty darkness.
About the Author:
Award-winning author Rhea Rhodan resides in Minnetonka, Minnesota. She’s been telling herself stories since long before she learned to write. She attended the University of Minnesota with a focus on Journalism, then Brown Institute for Broadcast Journalism. After many adventures, misadventures, and a couple of short marriages, she found the love of her life in Regensburg, Germany, and has been living happily ever after since.
She journaled those adventures extensively (some might say rabidly) beginning in middle school, but didn't combine her writing and story-telling until several years ago, when one of the stories grabbed her by the throat and shook her like a rag doll until she gave in and wrote it. Having tasted freedom, her muse refuses to return to the confines of her head, and has successfully turned the tables, keeping her at the keyboard to appease it.
She welcomes feedback and fan mail :>). You can join her on Facebook and Goodreads, too. Rhea is always happy to meet new friends.
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4 comments:
Bewitched (my company is Bewitching, that's not a coincidence LOL) and The Addams Family are two of my all time favorites.
Modern faves include Xfiles, Buffy, and Angel, current faves are The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Teen Wolf, iZombie, and Supernatural.
Happy to have hit a couple, Roxanne. Wish I'd stuck with Supernatural after the first season, but DH watches is. Miss Buffy and Angel :>).
I watched all the ones you listed.
I use to love the Friday the 13th Series, sadly it didn't have very many seasons. Warehouse 13 is similar, and I also liked it.
Haven is another show I loved that is no longer on.
Of course there is Buffy, Angel, Charmed, Supernatural, Ghost Whisperer, and so many more.
I'm a SyFy fangirl.
We're still watching Warehouse 13 on Netlifx, lol. I vaguely remember Friday the 13th. I liked Ghost Whisperer, but DH didn't. Thanks for reminding me, Christina!
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