Thursday Word-Slingers – Guest Misty Burke

Good morning everyone. I have today fellow EP and urban fantasy author extraordinaire, Misty Burke. She’s here to dish about herself and there’s some dirt on her book too! Woot.

1)      How long have you been writing?

I’ve been hobby writing since… forever. LOL. I’ve always enjoyed creating exciting worlds with fantastic characters. However, if you’re asking about my writing career, I started writing seriously a few years ago. My first published story was released back in 2010.

2)      How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Hmm. As any stay-at-home mom would say, I try to juggle everything. I have four kids that range from 17 to 5. And if that wasn’t enough, I’m also a professional editor and, of course, full-time writer.
 I have to admit, sometimes I like to compare my life to a three-ring circus!

3)      What can you tell us about your TODAY’S urban fantasy release, The Midnight Cup (the good stuff please, not just the blurb which we will get to below)?

I’m really excited about this story. It is dark and sexy. In fact, I’m very proud of the deep sexual tension throughout.
 But seriously, how can you go wrong with a white witch, vampire slayer, and a coffee house? (TM – I don’t think you can.)

4)      Is this your first book published, or do you have others?

I have six other stories currently available and four coming out over the next couple of months. (Holy moly – can I grow up and be just like you, mommy?)

5)      What is it about urban fantasy that you like so much?

I really enjoy the freedom of creating a new world/mythology.
 If you’re going to have vampires or werewolves, or whatever, you need to know the rules they live by. What is their unique mythology and how do the ordinary people react with them? (I love working all this stuff out!)

6)      Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I will always write in the Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance genre, but I’ve already branched out a little. I have a steampunk, contemporary, and western romance all releasing soon!

7)      Sweet or sour?


8)      Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate, of course! (Good answer. You’re allowed to remain on my blog)

My online writing journal (blog) is 
I’m a romance author, professional editor, and poet.

I live in the Romantic Ozark Mountains with my supportive husband and our four wonderful children. When I’m not enjoying family time, I love to write steamy romances. Creating exciting fantasy worlds filled with dangerously handsome heroes is one of my passions.

Feel free to stop by my online writing journal at 
Feel free to check out some of my poetry at

My favorite writing quote is …
The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes.  ~Agatha Christie

My favorite editing quote is …Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov

One of life’s big mysteries …How a 2-pound box of chocolate can make a woman gain 5-pounds (So Not Fair!!) (TOTALLY AGREE!)

The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire … turned soul mate.

Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he finds The Midnight Cup. A quaint coffee house with a backroom filled with vampires.

The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker and she’s a Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she’s a beautiful white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings Marcus into her life.

The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows what could happen next. 

 Standing in the moonlight, he watched the neon sign blink in the window of the coffee house across the street. College kids came and went around him. Yet none seemed to notice his presence. The stranger had spent years learning to blend into the shadows.

The night hours slowly passed. It wasn’t until he could feel the coming dawn that he strode across the street and walked inside. Only a few students were left as he took a seat at a corner table. He was keenly aware that the backroom was now empty and this fact pleased the woman behind the counter.

Oddly though, she hadn’t stopped staring at him since he entered. The delicate beauty could somehow see through his shades of practiced darkness and it unnerved him. The tattoo that circled his left bicep felt like it tightened. 

They locked eyes as she approached. “What are you?” She leaned in and pretended to wipe down his table.

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.” She reminded him of a skittish foal.  He reached out to touch her hand and she jerked back.

“Is that why you’re here?” Looking hurt, then angry, she motioned to the door. “Get out.”

“You’ve got this all wrong.” The stranger shook his head in confusion and then pointed toward the red curtain. “I’m here to help you with your little…problem.”

She froze and gave him a long, hard look. “I’ll ask you again. What are you?”

He pulled a large wooden stake out of his trench coat and laid it on the table. “I’m a slayer.”

She sat down at his table and spoke with soft, hesitant words. “Are you part of the Society?”

The question hung in the air as he watched tiny sparkles of gold dance in her light blue eyes. Unknowingly, he reached for her again. The jolt of electricity that followed caused him to take in a quick breath of air. The surge was sudden and left warmth. Staring down at their point of contact, his large hand covering hers, he smiled in awe. “I’m Marcus McKinney. And yes, I’m with the Society.”

“Then you know I’m a natural,” she paused only a moment, “don’t you?”

The glowing warmth evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In one fluid motion, he disconnected from her and picked up the stake. Damn it, Josh. This was not in your report. He hid the weapon back in the folds of his trench coat and questioned his next move. There wasn’t supposed to be any other paranormal element. The Society might care, but his fight was only with the vampires. This white witch was not his problem.

The woman across from him looked so innocent. “Whatever it is that causes your heart to darken…”

The slayer pushed back his chair and stood. “Let’s get this straight. I’ve no interest in your natural magic or your pity. My assignment is only the coven of vampires you harbor. Don’t get in my way.” 

Serenity didn’t have to watch him leave. She could feel it. This slayer, with his curly brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, had an aura she hadn’t experienced before. It was more complex and torn than the simplicity of a human. Yet it didn’t have the vast emptiness of the vampire either. His soul was different, unique, hidden in shadow. Marcus McKinney was circled with a deep fog. There were layers to this man she just couldn’t see and that intrigued her.

In fact, she couldn’t think of much else as she closed up the coffee shop. Even after saying goodbye to her staff and locking the doors, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. It was clear to her that his fight with Ivan’s clan was personal. For he might be shaped like a slayer, with years of physical training, but there was more to him than that. Marcus wasn’t just another Society drone. He couldn’t be.

Wow – I like the sounds of this book. I think I found yet ANOTHER book to add to my to-read list. Yeesh, I’ll never keep up at this rate.

Thanks for stopping by, everyone, and hope you like what you see in Misty’s book. Be sure to come back on 9/3 (Monday) to check out my interview with Parker Kinkade.



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