Please help me welcome the lovely Allison Merritt to the blog today. She was not only gracious enough to answer some questions, but she’s sharing her HOT! upcoming release, and giving away some goodies.
Peeps! We have a HOT DEMON SHERIFF đ Read on to find out more.

Allison, thanks so much for stopping in with us. And for letting us delve into your mind. First, tell me about this hot demon. If the book became a movie, which celebrities would play the characters?
 If Wystan became a movie, I’d love to see Henry Cavill play him. Man, does he have the jawline and the muscles for being a badass demon-slaying hottie sheriff? Yes, yes, he does. And for Rhia, I’d like to pick Anne Hathaway. She’s so talented, and I think she’d really capture Rhia’s personality.
 I’ll just say YUM! at Henry Cavill and we can move on đ
 What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
 I got a late start on watching Game of Thrones, seriously, I’m just now on season two, but I’m so into this. It makes me want to write fantasy romance. I love movies. It’s not unusual for me to bring home a different DVD ever couple of days to watch. When I’m not on my bum, I like to walk and take photographs of nature.
 It has a great storyline, love the angst, LOL.
 Whatâs your favorite comfort food?
 Lemon meringue pie. I call it solid sunshine, because that’s what sunshine would taste like if you could get a mouthfulâyou know, if it was a thing you could taste and not get horribly burned when you ate it.
 Whatâs your favorite color? Do you decorate your space and/or dress in this color often?
 It’s blue. I have more blue shirts and a couple of dresses than normal. I told my husband not to let me buy any more blue clothes, but it just keeps happening somehow. It’s not my fault cute clothes come in blue. We should complain to the manufacturers.
 Yay for blue! the best color ever.
  If you could time-travel, where would you go and why?
 I have an awful hankering to meet Nikola Tesla. You know the guy invented a way to get electricity without using all that crap Edison did? I curse Edison every time I get an electric bill. Tesla seems like he was a really interesting man. Little is really known about him, but I’d sure like to talk to him.
 Why are manhole covers round?
 They were inspired by stroopwafels. Have you ever had one of those? They’re an amazing thin wafer cookie filled with caramel syrup. They’re fantastic with ice cream.
 Do you have any upcoming news youâd like to share?
 Just a couple of months ago, I submitted Eban (The Heckmasters, Book #2) to my editor and I’m pleased to announce it’s coming out in April 2015. I just got the cover. I promise, between that and the story, everyone will be blown away.
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Fast Five:
 Coffee or Chocolate? Chocolate
 Jewelry: Precious gems or gold? Gems
 Beach or Mountains? Beach
 Early Morning or Late Night? Late night
 Fruit or Veggies? Fruit
About the Book:
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Title: Wystan (The Heckmasters)
Length: 228 pages
Pubisher: Samhain Publishing
Publication date: October 21, 2014
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Blurb:
Her search for safety lands her in a totally new kind of danger.
 The Heckmasters, Book 1
 Certain that an ad for a job in a small New Mexico Territory town is the answer to her prayers, Nebraska schoolteacher Rhia Duke packs her sister into a rickety wagon and heads west.
 Except when they reach the near-deserted town, she learns the truth. There is no job, no future, and no welcome in the bleak blue eyes of the handsome sheriff.
 The minute Rhiaâs runaway team thunders into town, Wystan Heckmaster feels the change in the air. One of three sons of a demon who dared love a human, he keeps watch over a Pit guarded by seven seals, and slays any Hellbound demon that attempts to free the master imprisoned within.
 With a gut full of regret and a forgotten town filled with reformed demons, Wystan is certain of one thing: he canât be the man Rhia needs. But when the truth behind Rhiaâs flight from Nebraska comes to light, Wystan must open his soulâand pray thereâs enough love between them to overcome the darkness rising from the Pit.
 Warning: Contains a take-no-prisoners sheriff, a woman who canât outrun her supernatural secrets, and a dusty town where hope is as thin as dust in the wind. Author recommends keeping a glass of cool spring water at your elbow while reading.
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Excerpt:
 Something changed in the air the moment the wagon crossed the townâs border. Too early to be a supply train, and there was no way in hell it was visitors. Berner didnât host town fairs, theatre troupes, peddlers, or bible thumpers.
 Wystan Heckmaster slapped his battered Stetson on his head, collected the keys to the jail, then stepped out the door. The first thing he saw was a pretty woman with hair the color of maple sugarâa rich brownish-blonde. The frown on her face spoke volumes, and the air around her pronounced trouble. She made a straight path for him.
 âMr. Heckmaster. Or should I call you Sheriff? Or Mayor? I need to discuss the ad in the Lancaster County Republican with you. Someone placed an ad, but your brother tells me there is no school here. Iâm sure there has to be a mistake. Thereâs only one Berner in New Mexico Territory. Iâm very capable at reading maps. If I wasnât, I would be ashamed to call myself a teacher.â
 He doubted she had taken more than two or three breaths during the speech. If she made talking in rambling paragraphs a habit, no wonder she looked so peaked.
âTeacher?â He glanced along the street, but it was deserted as usual. âLady, we donât have a school here. Certainly no need of a teacher.â
 Her hands balled into fists that settled on her hips. The dress she wore was patchedâthe egg yolk yellow faded into something even more disgusting. It had little flowers dotting the material, but they looked as worn as her scuffed black boots.
 âThen what was the purpose of placing an ad in the Lancaster County Republican?â
 She spoke with the fierceness of a mama bear warning predators away from her cubs.
 Wystan reached into his shirt pocket and drew out a toothpick. âI didnât place any ad in any Lancaster County anything.â He looked past her, expecting Eban to saunter up the street. Eban had to be the brother sheâd referred to since Tell was still on the trail.
 âSomeone did,â she insisted. She fished a crumpled and much-folded piece of newsprint out of the pocket hidden by the folds of her skirt. âSee? Right here it says, âSchool teacher wanted for spring term at Berner Schoolhouse. Wages paid based on experience. Room and board provided. Apply in person at City Hall, Berner, New Mexico Territory.â Iâm sure my eyes donât deceive me.â
 Wystan stared at the clipping, then back at the woman. A galaxy of freckles spattered across her nose and cheekbones, making her look younger than her eyes said she was. Full figured and sure as shittinâ a grown woman. The wariness and worry darkening her hazel eyes gave her away as one with a lot of trouble on her plate.
 âI can read.â
 She pulled the ad away from his face, folded it, and returned it to her pocket. âWhere would you suggest I look for an explanation, Mr. Heckmaster?â
 Fussy little thing. âI assure you that no one in this town did. Thereâs been a mistake. Sorry to inconvenience you, Miss Schoolteacher. Now turn around and head home.â
 A flush colored her cheeks. âI canât head home! I have no home to return to. My little sister and my friend are waiting at the doctorâs office for me to straighten this mess out. The ad says that room and board will be provided. Iâd expected to move into a room, sir.â
 âYou left them with Eban?â That explained his absence.
 âBeryl is ill, Sheriff. This is the first town weâve seen in days and it was past time for her to get some attention.â Despair crept into her voice.
 Wystan shifted his weight and transferred the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. âEbanâs not exactly trained in human medicine.â
 The womanâs mouth opened into an O. She shook her head and seemed to regain her senses. âHeâs a veterinarian? He seemed certain he could help Beryl.â
 Wystan cleared his throat. âSure, animal doctor. Iâm sorry for your misfortune, lady, but as you can see, Bernerâs about run into the ground. Thereâs nothing here for you or your friend. Might be best to move along.â
 She seemed to deflate. âMove along.â Her lips moved, softly forming the words, but it was as though she didnât comprehend them. âWeâll move along, right down the trail into the next town where there wonât be any teaching jobs either. Sylvie, Beryl, and I will starve to death on the side of the road with no one in the world to care.â
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About the Author:
A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.
 Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.
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