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{Blog Tour Stop} Desperate Betrayal by Hildie McQueen, Guest Post & Excerpt

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Hello everyone and welcome to Mother/Gamer/Writer for the Desperate Betrayal Blog Tour! I hope you all have had a lot of fun following along with the interviews, guest posts, and reviews. Thank you so much for coming to my side of the blogging planet and I hope you enjoy the charming guest post by author Hildie McQueen on why her characters will never be Scarlett.






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Desperate Betrayal

By Hildie McQueen

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  • ISBN-13: 9781937254087
  • Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
  • Publication date: 9/10/2011
  • Pages: 270

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Cynden Frasier (Cyn) is a member of a group of immortal warriors, the Protectors, assigned to protect humans in Atlanta, Georgia, the epicenter of a major uprising in demon activity. When Cyn is approached by a beautiful woman in a dirty alley, he is intrigued by the fact that she can see him for what he is, a terrifying demon slayer, and still dares to approach him.

Emma Blake, a half-demon, has to convince Cyn to help rescue her sister from powerful demons. Terrified that the Protector will kill her if he realizes what she is, she still goes against every instinct and approaches Cyn for help. Despite knowing that she is leading them both into territory so wrought with treachery, neither of them may survive.

Can Cyn and Emma overcome betrayal, the ancient rules that prevent Protectors from taking a wife, unless she is his one true mate? And if they do, will it even matter?






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The Anti-Scarlett


When I was a teenager, I dreamed of being Scarlett O’Hara.

I wanted to say “La Di Da” and be fawned over by young men when I attended a party.  Oh and Rhett, I wanted to be dashed away from the world by this handsome mysterious man who took advantage of me!  I dreamed of wearing beautiful gowns and being waited on hand and foot by a nanny.

Can you tell I read Gone with The Wind a bazillion times when I was in high school?

In real life I am the anti-Scarlett, closer to the Scarlett Letter heroine than Scarlett O’Hara.  I don’t remember being the center of attention with men at any party unless I was bartending.  The only time in my life I was dashed away by a mysterious man, I was in the backseat of a taxi in Boston and he was driving me to the airport.  I did wear a beautiful gown when I got married the second time. I bought it two sizes to small and had a total ‘Scarlett’ moment when my friends struggled to squeeze me into it!

Oh about the nanny, well given my nationality, realistically I would be the nanny if I had lived in South in those days.   Oh well, a girl can still dream.

That being said, I never write “Scarlett-type” heroines in my books.  Most of my female characters are quirky, witty and although attractive, they don’t become the center of attention upon entering a room.

I suppose the idea of another Scarlett in the literary world scares me. At the same time, I have considered writing a spoiled, self-centered character that is fawned over by the opposite sex and is waited on by a Nanny.  He would be fun to do!




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“Turn around.” His smooth voice flowed over her like velvet.

Emma tried to swallow but her mouth went dry. She turned to find he stood very close.

God help her, she’d never seen a more handsome man than the one who stood before her now. Her body screamed for his touch. She wanted to be with him, her skin against his. But she wouldn’t sleep with him as a form of payment.

What if during sex he sensed that she was part demon and killed her on the spot? But, then again, maybe he would kill her just for saying no.

She forced herself to remain calm, and placed her hand on his chest only to draw it back when the urge to caress him became too strong.

“Listen Cyn. I know most women throw themselves at you. I mean you’re extremely good-lo… but, I, – I am not going to have sex with you, right now. What happened before between us, out there in the alley was because of the rush from the adrenaline after your encounter with the demon…,”She stopped babbling, at a loss for words.

Cyn stood back with his arms crossed while he stared down at her, one eyebrow cocked. His lips curved into a crooked smile.

“I was going move the chair for you and ask you to come sit by the desk, so I could get some more information from you. But I see your mind is on other things.” He leaned in closer to her and his smile widened. “You said ‘not right now’, does that mean we’ll have sex later?”
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About the Author:

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Hildie McQueen is a whirlwind who refuses to wear anything but jeans and heels.

She grew up on the San Diego/Mexico border, joined the military at seventeen and never returned.  After living in Germany, Texas and Hawaii, she finally settled in the beautiful southern town of Augusta, Georgia.

Biracial, half Mexican and half African-American, Hildie’s native language is Spanish, but English is her favorite way of communicating now.

Her mission in life is to make as many people as possible to feel normal.  It’s an easy thing to do, for others to feel normal around her, because she’s anything but.





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