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All about Dade (Autumn Dance)
Sometimes when you’re writing there’s one character that just jumps in and fills all the little blanks in the plot, Dade Jones is that character throughout the whole Magic Seasons series.
While writing the first book in the series (From Beltane Magic) Dade was supposed to be in the back ground as a secondary character. Of course when I started the first book, it was going to be a single story and not an entire series. It didn’t take long to see that there was no way Dade was going to stay in the shadows as he kept stepping up and being the white knight in the book.
I’m not saying he’s infallible, not but any means, Dade gets himself into more trouble throughout the series than any of the other characters do, but his caring heart always helps to redeem him.
I was so thrilled to write his story and finally let him get the girl by the time Autumn Dance came to light. (Even though I’m going to give away little bits of the story line, there’s so much packed into the first four books, I won’t be spoiling any of the good parts. J)
Aside from everyone using Dade as their sounding board throughout the series (at all hours of the day or night) this is a few other things he’s done that won him a place in readers hearts; He takes the lead in repairing the bridge after the storm so everyone can go home. He has no problem chasing down killers, whether on foot or car chase.
Here is a new excerpt from Autumn Dance and a little taste of poor, lovable Dade and how well he gets himself into trouble.
Steven shook his head slowly and walked through the door. He stopped suddenly and Dade walked into him.
Looking around the other man Dade saw the women they’d just mentioned standing in his living room with their hands on their hips looking very unhappy. All four of them, he thought. “Oh, shit,” he whispered.
“Uh-huh,” Steven answered back.
Rachel smiled and walked over to Steven. “So, Doc, how’s the…” She studied Dade half hiding behind her fiancé, “Patient this evening?”
Steven wasn’t sure if falling to his own knees would save him any cross fire so he just quietly answered. “He’ll live.”
“That’s debatable,” Leena said walking over. She stopped and glared at Dade—or what she could see of him from behind Steven. “Head okay, Dade?” she asked quietly. He shrugged. “Good,” she said sweetly.
Kasey looked around the living room again then turned and glared at Dade. She walked towards them and both stepped aside as she opened the kitchen door and looked in the room. “There isn’t a clean place to sit anywhere,” she said looking at Cora. She spun back towards the men.
Steven went to step away and felt Dade grip his shirt from behind in a silent plea. “Don’t sit on the couch—uh, we poured water over him.”
Dade looked at him in surprise.
“Did you think Rachel wouldn’t share the details with us?” Cora asked in a hissing voice looking at Dade.
He swallowed and shook his head. He studied her face trying to see, something.
Leena blew out a breath and walked over and looked in the kitchen. “Well, at least it’s dry in there.” She pointed to the kitchen. “Sit.”
Neither man had ever heard her use that tone and immediately turned and walked into the kitchen. Steven turned and looked at Rachel.
She smirked at him. “Stop looking like the guilty child, Doc, we’re not mad at you.”
He put his hand over his heart and let out a quick breath. “Whew.” He stood behind her and pulled her back into him. Then looked to see Dade sitting at the table looking around at the three women hovering looking at him.
Kasey leaned on the table and brought her face down level with Dade’s. “Well?”
He looked up at her. Then down at the table. The buttons were sitting there. Leaning forward he put his hands over them. “I’m an—asshole,” he said quietly searching for the right word to make them happy.
She snorted. “Clearly.”
“Kase?” Chris’s voice bellowed from the door.
“In the kitchen, Chris.” All heads turned towards the door as Chris stepped in.
He looked around and rubbed his jaw. Then gave Dade a sympathetic look. “Need a lawyer?” he asked him quietly with a smirk. Kasey glared at him. “Sorry,” he said softly and leaned back against the counter. He looked at Dade sitting on the hot seat and shook his head with sympathy ‘you’re on your own’ his expression said clearly.
Dade let out a long breath. “I appreciate the concern…”
“Concern?” Cora hissed. “You appreciate the concern?”she repeated. Slapping both hands on the table she leaned down and stared at him. Speaking quietly in a low voice she hissed, “Do you have any idea, any inkling of an idea how worried we’ve all been for the last two weeks, Dade Jones?”
He opened his mouth then closed it and shook his head. “I didn’t realize…”
“Realize what?” Kasey spat at him stepping back to the table.
Owen stepped into the room and looked around. He smirked at Dade. “Bet you wished you did die now, you dumb son of a bitch.”
Dade closed his hand over the buttons and started to stand. A slap of wind knocked him back into his chair. He looked around to see Rachel shaking her head.
“We’re not finished yet,” she said almost sweetly.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets shoving the buttons in. He watched Steven glance towards the table then his hand. Looking around at them he shrugged. “I fucked up. I was messed up…”
“From?” Cora asked quietly crossing her hands over her chest.
He opened his mouth, then clenched his jaw thinking.
“Do you know anything that’s been happening in the last few weeks, Dade?” Leena asked him. He shrugged. “You know we have a handfast happening in three weeks?”
He grinned and nodded.
“And that you agreed to be a witness with Cora for all of us?”
He looked at Steven for confirmation. He nodded at him. Not knowing what to say he looked back at Leena.
“Did you know Owen sold his house?
He grinned. “Yes, I know that,” he added quickly.
“To Cora,” she finished quietly.
He looked from Owen to Cora. “Oh.”
Kasey crossed her arms. “Did you know Kevin was going to be working here and is subletting Cora’s apartment?”
He looked quickly at Cora then back to Kasey and shook his head.
Kasey threw up her hands and walked out of the room leaving the bottles on the counter rattling. “I can’t talk to him right now!”
Chris shot Dade a look and went after her.
Dade let out a slow breath. “I’m sorry, more than you know. I’m over it. It won’t happen again.” He rubbed his hands over his face.
Cora hissed out a breath and walked out of the room.
He watched her go then turned to look at Leena. “Lee, I can’t talk about this to everyone, I just…”
Leena looked at him sympathetically for a moment and turned to look around then walked out.
Owen looked at him and shook his head. “Well, when you fuck up you do it large, Bro.” He followed Leena out.
Dade groaned and sat back for a minute. He looked up at Steven who raised his hands then dropped them back to Rachel’s shoulders. Rachel was looking at him.
Shaking her head she turned and walked out the door.
Steven dropped his head down and let out a long breath. Smirking at him he quipped, “Well, you’re still alive.” He opened the door then turned his head and whispered, “You are going to be sucking up for months over this one.”
Thanks for having me here today! J
Book IV in the Magic Seasons series
At the autumn gathering twelve angry and determined witches use their power to draw out the killer before anyone else can become a victim.
With his magic ability Dade has control like no other— if he had that in his everyday life he could have the one thing he wants.
Coralee is a woman that represents grace and simplicity. She has the skill of being able to feel emotion, aura and see beyond the now. The pain sometimes associated with this gift has forced her to live her life from a distance. She decided early in life what she wanted, and returned from her years away at school set to obtain her biggest dream. Unfortunately she has found the past few years lacking just that as she waits for the man she wants to stop and look at her instead of every female that throws themselves in his path.
Dade is a man that follows life simply, yet his charitable personality brings him a wealth of satisfaction. He is the first to lend a hand, the last to stay and help and the one everyone calls when something goes wrong. Even though his own generous nature fills his life, he still manages to find time enough to get himself into a mess at every turn and spends most of the time imploring forgiveness from the one sexy voodoo woman he can’t seem to get close to.