10 Things About Me

If you’re on Facebook, then you’ve probably noticed those statuses of people posting X number of things people don’t know about them. Well, it made me think… why should only my Facebook friends get that little peek into my life? I’m sure I have followers who aren’t on Facebook, or don’t follow me there. Not that I’m saying I’m the most fascinating person on the planet or anything.

So here goes…

1. I’ve been writing romance/erotic romance novels and novellas since 2008 and have published over 40 stories.

2. I do not plot. Ever. I open my Word doc and begin to write, and whatever pours out of me is what I accomplish for the day. And when I stop, I have no clue where I’m going with the story until I sit down to write again the next day.

3. I’m the crazy cat lady. It wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened. We started with one, the adopted three more. And it snowballed from there.

4. I burn incense just about all the time, and my favorite scent is Dragon’s Blood. What I will never burn, is anything vanilla. Can’t stand the smell.

5. I love holiday movies. Doesn’t matter how early they start showing them, as soon as I see them on the Hallmark channel, I start watching them.

6. I hate cooking, with a passion. As far as I’m concerned, the kitchen is the place where drinks and snacks are stored. If anyone expects anything else to come out of there, they’re being really optimistic. 

7. I’ve been married for 13 years and have two children. My house is only quiet from the time the kids go to bed until my husband gets home from work, then the TV comes back on and conversation resumes. 

8. I love to read. Even when I’m on a deadline, I still make time to read (mostly romance).

9. I learned to play the piano, harp, and mountain dulcimer before I was 20 – none of which I’ve played in the last 7 or 8 years.

10. I’m 2 courses shy of a Psychology minor. I’m armed with just enough info to make me dangerous. It does help with character development though!

 

Silver Falls 2 – Love’s Magick Kiss

Silver Falls: Love’s Magick Kiss

Jessica Coulter Smith

In the magical town of Silver Falls, things are never what they seem.

When Hadley lost her beautiful twin daughters to a drunk driver, she thought her life was over. Though she’s still haunted by their loss, Lucas has always been there for her. She’s been able to lean on him as a friend, but now she wants more.

When her hunky neighbor finally asks her out, she knows saying yes is the right thing to do. His kisses make her knees weak, but he’s more than just a big teddy bear. Is it safe to trust her heart to a grizzly?

 

Available from Changeling Press

 

EXCERPT

Hadley knelt in the snow in front of the two tiny graves. After placing a red rose on top of each one, she brushed the tears from her cheeks. It had been nearly a year, but it still felt like it was only yesterday. A day didn’t go by that she didn’t blame herself for their deaths. What if she had reacted just one second sooner? What if she had been paying more attention, would she have seen the other driver in time? But no amount of what ifs or wishes would change the fact that her two babies were gone. She knew in her heart that the blame lay with the drunk driver who had plowed into their vehicle, but she had a hard time blaming someone who was dead. She was the sole survivor of the crash, and there were many days she wished she hadn’t survived.

Standing, she brushed the snow from her jeans. The cold and damp was starting to soak through her clothes straight to her bones. Even if she did want to stay longer, she knew it was best for her to leave and come again another day.

Hadley wasn’t sure she was moving on exactly, but it was a step in the right direction. She often wondered if it would be easier to shoulder the grief if she had someone to share it, but her children’s father hadn’t been in the picture from the moment he’d learned of their existence. It had been shortly after his rejection that she’d moved to Silver Falls, leaving behind the big city for the comforts of a small town. Of course, she hadn’t realized at the time that she was moving to a town where humans were the minority. But even in a town of supernatural beings, no one had been able to save her babies.

Huddling inside her coat to keep warm, she turned and walked down the path toward her car. It had taken her nearly a year, but she was finally driving again. She’d felt guilty, asking her friends to drive her everywhere, but at the same time driving a car had terrified her. She’d finally worked through the issue in therapy and started driving two months ago. The new Ford Explorer gleamed in the sunlight. After the accident, she’d sworn to never own a small car again.

She’d spent plenty of time at the cemetery for the day, and now it was time to head home and get to work. There was always something she needed to do. Work had been difficult for her, but she’d managed — somewhat. Writing children’s books had been easier before the accident. She’d turned in a few projects to her editor, but only one had been accepted. She had a lot of work ahead of her to make the others presentable. But days like this one made writing nearly impossible. It made her wonder if she would ever get over the pain of losing her children.

As she pulled into her driveway, she noticed a large box on her front porch. She didn’t remember ordering anything and most of her friends lived in town. Who could have left something so large on her porch?

She got out of the Explorer and went to investigate. There wasn’t a return address, but she could see where one had been. It had smeared during transit and could no longer be read. She tried lifting it, but it wouldn’t budge. The thing weighed a ton.

With a sigh, Hadley realized she’d have to bother her neighbor for assistance. Lucas Bowman had been her neighbor for years and had always been kind to her. She didn’t agree with his lifestyle, but he seemed to be a genuinely good person, not to mention he was the hottest guy she’d ever seen. The man was mouthwatering to be sure. She’d be lying if she said he hadn’t starred in at least one or two of her fantasies over the years. She was surprised he wasn’t at work, but his truck sat in the driveway.

She knocked on his door. A moment later Lucas opened the door. He smiled when he saw her, making her knees feel weak. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could see it pounding in her chest.

“Hadley, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“The postman delivered a package today while I was gone and it’s too heavy for me to lift. Would you mind carrying it into the house for me?”

He nodded. “Just let me grab a coat. I’ll be right there.”

“Sorry for disturbing you.”

He grinned. “No problem.”

She waited patiently while he got ready and then led the way to her small house next door. Lucas hefted the box without any trouble and carried it inside, depositing it on her living room floor.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“It’s okay, Hadley. I was just going over some paperwork. I needed a break.”

“Are things going well at the store?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sales have been good. It’s been a good month so far. I’m actually surprised. This is usually our slow time of year. What about you? How are you doing?”

“I have good days and bad days. I went to see the girls today so it’s not one of my better ones. They say it gets easier, but…”

“I can only imagine what you went through, Hadley. There isn’t a time limit on grief. You take as much time as you need.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Lucas.”

“Well, I better get back home. If I don’t finish my reports, my employees won’t receive their checks on time.”

After closing the door behind him, she turned to face the mystery box. Peeling the tape off, she managed to open the top. All she could see were thousands of white packing peanuts. She reached inside and dug around until she felt something. Pulling as hard as she could, she managed to budge it a tiny bit, but it wasn’t coming out of the box. Whatever it was, it was large and heavy. No matter how much she dug, she couldn’t see anything but peanuts. It seemed she would have to bother Lucas again if she wanted to know what it was. But that could wait for another day. She didn’t want to disturb him again so soon.

Putting the box out of her mind, she went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. She loved her Nescafe Dolce Gusto machine. She had a regular coffeepot for serving a large number of people, but when it was just her, her Dolce Gusto machine was her one guilty pleasure. After her cup of coffee was brewed, she added her favorite creamer and carried her cup into her office.

The light, airy room was inviting most days. The cheerful pale yellow walls could usually brighten her mood, at least a little. She looked out the window at the snow covered trees and wondered what she would work on first. There were several books that needed revisions. But she almost felt like starting something new. Turning to face her computer, she began to write.

* * *

Three hours later, Hadley had finished a story. It was one she had told her children many times before laying them down to sleep at night, one she had created just for them. She’d stopped and cried several times while she was writing, but she was glad she’d put the words to paper.

The doorbell rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She saved her file, then got up and went to answer the door. Finding her other neighbor, Grayson, was a surprise. He’d been kind to her since she’d moved to Silver Falls, and while she wasn’t sure they were friends exactly, she knew she could count on him if she needed to. He seemed like a sweet guy. If it weren’t for Grayson, she didn’t know how she would have made it since moving to Silver Falls. He’d stopped in and helped her quite a few times over the years, fixing anything from the kitchen disposal to leaky pipes, and always greeted her with a smile.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a frown.

She wiped at a stray tear and nodded. “I was just writing. It was a story I used to tell my children before bed. It was harder to write than I’d thought it would be.”

He stepped into the house and took her hand. “Are you all right now?”

“I’m fine. But thank you for asking. Oh, while you’re here, may I ask a favor?”

“Sure.”

“I had a package delivered earlier today and whatever is in it is too heavy for me to lift. Would you mind taking it out for me?”

“Sure.”

She closed the door and walked over to the box. “I don’t remember ordering anything, and I can’t read the return address, so I have no idea what’s in this thing.”

“Well, let’s find out.”

Grayson reached into the box and lifted out what was inside. Hadley cried out when she saw what was nestled inside the peanuts.

Grayson sat the large rocking horse down on the floor. “I take it you didn’t buy this?”

“I did, but… It was going to be a present for the twins’ third birthday. I had forgotten about it.”

He dug around in the box and produced a note. “It says that you forgot to pick this up a few months ago so they shipped it to you.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “What am I supposed to do with it now?”

“Is there somewhere you want me to put it for now?”

“In the girls’ room.”

She led him down the hall to her daughters’ room. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light. Everything looked the same as it had the day they’d died. She hadn’t been able to change a thing yet, but it was on her list of things to do.

Grayson set the horse in the corner of the room and didn’t say a word. She couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. Her friends Tildy and Sasha both thought the shrine, as they called the room, needed to go. But Grayson… if he felt the same way, he kept it to himself.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He nodded and followed her out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once they were back in the living room, he stood near the door, running a hand through his hair.

“I guess if you don’t need anything else, I’ll go,” he said after a minute or two of awkward silence.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or a soda first?”

“Coffee would be great, if you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

She smiled. “I could use a break to regroup before I try to write anything else today.”

“Need any help?”

Hadley shook her head. “Just have a seat and I’ll be back in a few minutes. You like your coffee black, right?”

He nodded.

Carrying the cups back to the living room, she smiled at Grayson. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He smiled. “So… besides your crying spell when I arrived earlier, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in the past week.”

“I’m okay I guess. I went to see the girls today so I’m more of a basket case than usual. Some days are easier than others. But enough about me, how is work going these days? I’ve noticed you’ve kept longer hours than usual the past few weeks.”

“Busy. Lots of leaky roofs this time of year. And I’m building a house in Carson Corners.” He took a sip of his coffee. “How’s your writing going?”

“Most days it’s not. I have a lot of unfinished pieces and several that need work before my editor can see them. Today is the first day I’ve finished anything.”

“It will take time.”

“It’s been nearly a year. People are tired of being lenient with me and hearing excuses. They just don’t understand what it’s like. Losing a child is like losing a part of yourself. Someone ripped me in half and threw the other part away. It hurts so damn much all the time,” she sobbed.

He pulled her into his arms and held her close. Gently rubbing her back, he murmured words of comfort in her ear. Even when her tears subsided, he didn’t let her go. Grayson’s arms tightened around her. “Feel better?”

She nodded and pulled back, removing herself from his embrace.

“Hadley, you know that any time you want to talk, or just need to be around someone, I’m right next door. You’re welcome to come over anytime you’d like.”

“I’ll remember that. I have this list of things I’m supposed to accomplish to move on with my life, and my friends think I should be crossing things off already.”

“But you’re not ready.”

“No, I don’t think I am. At least, not for all of it. And the things I think I could tackle, I’m not ready to do alone.”

“So what’s on this list?”

“Well… My therapist wants me to clean out the girls’ room. He thinks it’s unhealthy and the constant reminder of what I’ve lost is keeping me from moving on. He also suggested that I cut back on my graveside visits to one every other week.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m actually doing better with that one. I don’t go every day anymore. Sometimes I only go twice a week.”

“It sounds like he’s asking a lot of you. But if you do decide to box up the girls’ room, I’ll help you. I don’t think that’s something you should do alone.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course.” He took her hand. “You have friends for a reason. Don’t hesitate to lean on them in your time of need.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“I’d like to think so. And despite what your other friends think, you should tackle the things on your list when you’re ready. I’m assuming there’s more?”

She nodded. “Stuff to do with work and my personal life. I tried telling him I didn’t have one before the accident.”

Grayson grinned. “I know several guys who wanted to date you. They were just worried you’d turn them down. Everyone in town knew your daughters were your entire world.”

“I always thought my daughters were the reason no one asked me out. Most guys don’t want to date a single mom, especially one with twins.”

“I think our dear friend Lucas would have asked you out if you’d been open to it,” he said. “And I know at least one guy in the pack who was interested.”

Lucas was interested in her? She’d always liked him, as more than just a friend, but she hadn’t thought she was his type. She’d seen the women he went out with and none of them looked anything like her. She was more of the girl next door type and they were more of the model type.

“If someone had asked, I would have said yes. I didn’t date because no one ever asked me out.”

“What about a movie? Say Sunday night?”

“Grayson, I don’t know…”

“Just as friends. It will do you some good to get out of the house.”

She hesitated only a moment before nodding. “All right. Sunday then.”

“I’ll call you Friday to set up a time.”

He had a point about getting out more. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone to see a movie, or gone out to dinner. She hadn’t even had a girls’ night out with her friends in over a year. Hadley had been hiding in her house since the accident, and she realized that’s what it was — hiding. Maybe Grayson was right. Maybe she needed to rejoin the land of the living.

 

One Magickal Moment – Coming January 27 2012

Cerridwen Obrey is a witch, but that doesn’t mean she knows much about other paranormals, despite the fact her small town is full of warlocks, werewolves, vampires, and other assorted creatures of the night.

When a chance encounter with a handsome hunk of a werewolf leaves her pregnant, Cerri doesn’t expect anything from the man she never planned to see again. Her child needs a father, and she turns to her friends for help.

A lone wolf with a rough past, Kade’s far from ready to be a father. But when a one-night stand turns into a chance at the family he’s never had, he realizes Cerri may be exactly what he needs to make his life complete. But will he be too late?

EXCERPT

Cerridwen Obrey, Cerri to her friends, looked out the window at the wintry night. Wind howled down the chimney and she shivered, wishing she had wood to build a fire. Her hands rubbed up and down her arms, trying to ease the chill in her limbs. The heat was set on 68 degrees in hopes of saving money on the electric bill. The last one had just about wiped out her bank account.

If she only had money to purchase or rent a storefront along the main strip, she knew her business would flourish. Unfortunately, you had to spend money to make money, and that was in short supply.

She had a workroom set up in her home where she mixed bath oils, massage oils, and made herbal shampoo. She also hand rolled incense sticks, which were her best seller, especially the lavender and sandalwood. She’d seen a Wiccan type of shop in town, and had thought of asking the owner if she would stock a few items and maybe agree to a partnership of sorts, but Cerri hadn’t gotten up the nerve. She still held out hope she could open her own store.

She came from a long line of Pictish witches. She’d been known to cast an occasional spell, but only out of necessity. While her father was Welsh, hence her name, her mother had been Scottish and had taught her the old ways, passed down from mother to daughter as far back as their line could be traced. Cerri had several Pictish tattoos — a blue design on her upper arms covered her from shoulder to elbow, an overblown power band. On her back was a Celtic raven in turquoise and black. The wings spread across her shoulder blades, and the tail dipped to the middle of her back. The tattoos weren’t just art, they were part of who she was.

Looking over her shoulder at her workroom, she knew immersing herself in work would be a sure way to take her mind off the cold, and her recently deceased mother. With a sigh, she headed to her workroom, and lighting some Jasmine incense, began to work on a new shampoo.

* * *

Later that night, Cerri woke to the realization she had fallen asleep at her worktable. Stretching, she winced at the crick in her neck. She frowned, not knowing what had woken her.

Rising from her stool, she pulled her sweater tight around her body, trying to ward off the freezing air. She checked the thermostat in the hall and cringed when she saw the house was registering at 63 degrees. She knew she’d have to raise the temperature to 75 for the house to get warm overnight, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it seemed the blasted thing was broken again, not that her landlord would care.

She shook her head and looked out over her small living room. Light from the silvery moon illuminated every square inch of the small space. Something drew her to the window, calling to her on a primitive level.

Crossing the small area, she peered out the window and gasped. A large, black wolf stared at her from the snow-covered yard. She wasn’t sure when it had snowed, but a thick blanket covered everything in sight. The animal stared at her with eyes glowing in the night, and a shiver raked her body from head to toe. It felt as if he was looking into her very soul.

Pulling away from the window, she went into the bathroom for a hot shower. She stood under the water, reluctant to leave the warm paradise. Finally, she turned the water off and hurried to the bedroom to put on her pajamas and crawl beneath the covers.

Outside a wolf howled, and she burrowed further under the covers. She just knew it was the wolf she’d seen outside. Having grown up in Los Angeles, she wasn’t used to wildlife, much less having a wolf at her door.

Lucian D’Angel and Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood

Today I have Lucien D’Angel joining me, from Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood by Tamela Quijas. Thank you for joining me, Lucien!

Thank you for having me at your site.  I am, if I may admit, feeling more alive than I ever have during my existence. Lately, I have been  cross examining various emails from fans of my television show Those Among Us and contemplating new paranormal research locations.

How do you feel about your story being published for all to read?

A bit disconcerted.  I have always kept my life as private as possible.  To have my past revealed to the curious eyes of the public is a situation to which I am not comfortable.

Did you read it? What did you think, did the author do a good job capturing your story?

Yes, I have read Angel’s Fire, Demon’s Blood.   My life is complicated and borders on the surreal but I do feel that the author did take the time to capture the essence of my life.

Wonderful.  Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I am a best selling author of two paranormal books, both which had made the best seller lists.  I am, also, the leader of the paranormal investigation group Those Among Us.  The program does have a large fan base and is nationally televised.

What do you think about Evangeline Keegan, is there anything you can tell us about her? 

Evangeline is brilliant.  She is the top investigative reporter for a television news station in New York.  I have known her for years and must admit that she is my angel.  In fact, for lack of a better word, she is my eternal salvation. 

Well, how did you two meet?

(laugh) Long ago, when I had felt my world was a barren wasteland of darkness.

Well, thank you for joining me today, Lucien. I’m glad I had the opportunity to speak with you. I know you must be busy, but before you leave, is there anything else you’d like to say?

 What would I ask your readers?  Do they know the dark side of the world, the plane that exists just beyond the human eye?  Do they ever wonder about that cold chill that brushes across their flesh during the hottest hours of the day?  Do they wonder why the name of some long lost suddenly comes to mind? Do they know of the evil and the good that walks among them?

 

Available at Amazon, BookStrand, All Romance Ebooks, and other online retailers!

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Magnolia Magick

When Lissa travels to Georgia to stay in an antebellum plantation home, she doesn’t count on sharing it with a ghost. But this ghostly man makess her feel more than anyone has in a long time. Knowing she can’t have a relationship with him, she dates the first man who comes along, thinking she may have found a winner. But Jared isn’t the sweet, caring guy he first appears to be.

Jesse has been dead for almost one hundred years. In all of his time on earth, both living and spectral, he has never met anyone like Lissa. If he had a heart, it would have stopped beating the moment he saw her. Why couldn’t this beautiful, talented woman have come along while he was still alive? Jesse would love nothing more than to take Lissa into his arms and kiss her senseless.

When Jared finds out Lissa is a spell casting witch, will he still stand by her side? Or will he push Lissa away, moving her towards the impossible – finding a way for her and Jesse to be together.

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Christmas Wishes Come True

Elise doesn’t feel like celebrating Christmas this year. A divorce has left her feeling more like Scrooge than Santa. But will the handsome, charismatic Nathan be able to change her mind? He may be just the present she needs this year.

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Yule Be Haunted

A Christmas Anthology…

While dodging vampire bats, Lucy meets the guy of her dreams. So what if he’s a vampire hunter? Every relationship has its quirks.

When Rylee finds an old spell book, she discovers that she comes from a long line of witches. Oh yeah, and that first spell? It just happens to zap the cutest guy she’s ever seen.

An ancestor is haunting Annabel, causing her no end of trouble, but when that trouble turns into a rather yummy Cal, she doesn’t mind so much.

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Ashton Grove Werewolves updates

Through the end of November the Ashton Grove Werewolves books (1 – 4) are on sale for 25% off at All Romance Ebooks.

Moonlight Savior, book 5 in the series, should be turned in to my editor by Monday. If all goes well, it looks like we might be looking at a mid-December release for ebook. Just in time for the holidays!

Author Ashlynn Monroe and her latest release…

Kiss Me, Kill Me, Bite Me…Why I chose a title like THIS!

This title might seem unexpected for a romance, but after giving it careful thought, I had to follow my gut instinct and use it.  When you’re a reader of paranormal romance, you expect a hero with some bite.  Quinn, isn’t your typical hero.  He starts the story as more of a villain.  This is the story of a woman who finds herself caught between who she is and what she is.  It’s a tale of internal struggle and striving for holding onto who you want to be.  I loved writing this story.  It’s different from any of the other books on my backlist.  I normal write about heroes who start out as the good guy, but Quinn makes many mistakes, unforgivable choices.  Finding it in your heart to forgive is hard, even when you have eternity to work it out together. 

 

Blurb:

Turned during the vampire war of the 1940’s, Eden lost her family and the only life she’d ever known. Murdered by the man she loved, she resents him to this day.

Quinn died as a human doctor on the European front lines, a victim of a vampire. Discovering his beloved Eden moved on, he does the only thing he can think of – kills her so they can be together forever.

His path has been shaped by her revulsion over what he made her. Her desire for what she lost has made her hate everything about what she is. Can love find away after decades of pain to bring them together again?

 

I drive past a very large cemetery every day on my way to work.  I love paranormal romance and wanted to do something unique with vampires, something a bit darker than my typical work.  This story creates an alternative history for our world and gives us a glimpse of what life might be like if vampires ran the world.  I enjoyed telling Eden’s story in her own voice, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it too. 

 

Excerpt:

I walk alone through the night – smelling the air.  I’m surprised as I detect the fragrance of life in this place of death.  Something smells delicious and I can feel my hunger roaring within me; I’m starving.  I’d not taken nourishment for three days.  Usually I abstain as long as possible.  Jasmine, my roommate, said I’m the only anorexic vampire she’s ever met.  Thinking of Jasmine always makes me smile.  She has a way of turning my melancholy into joy.  Jasmine loves being what we are.  I hate it.  It was so long ago that I was a woman who lived and breathed sometimes I cannot remember what it was like to be alive.  Jaz always says it is best to forget.  She experienced a lot of pain when she was alive.  My life was happy.  I guess that’s what makes the difference in our feelings on the subject.  I love Jaz like a sister, but when she feeds, it makes me sick.  I’m sure I’m the only vampire who’s ever blanched at the sight of blood.   Seeing how much Jaz enjoyed the feast, taking twisted sexual pleasure in the kill, makes me cringe.    

I’ll never be human again.  I’d not have chosen this life.  While I may be dead, I can still end my existence.  I just don’t have the courage.  I’ve never taken a life and I hate being inhuman and unholy.  Jaz said I’m full of it and that if God hated vampires he’d never have created us; we are like a lion eating a zebra and God doesn’t hate lions.  I always bite my tongue, but I know zebras don’t eat zebras so that makes me inhuman.

A virus has created my species and while I understand the science behind my kind, that still doesn’t make it okay or take the stain off my soul.  My friends at the blood bank say I’m just overly dramatic and need to stop thinking like I’m a damned monster.

I’ve been a vampire since 1945.  Today is my birthday, but I’ve been dead seventy-eight years. If I was going to enjoy what I am, I think it’d have started by now.  My birthday makes me sad, as it is also the anniversary of my death.

This morning when I looked in the mirror at my smooth albeit pale skin, I tried to imagine what I would have looked like if I were still mortal.  I thought of the wrinkles, the age spots.  I’d gladly trade my eternal youth for those wrinkles and the memories they’d have come with.  I’m a grandmother; my little girls are old ladies now, too.  It is hard to imagine what my little beauties look like by now.

I feel the pain gripping my stomach as I move closer to the delicious scent.  In a graveyard on the vampire side of town near the boundary at midnight, any human foolish enough to be here must want to die.  Killing humans is against the law; turning humans can only be done in extreme cases, such as terminal cancer.  Even with all the paperwork and legalities, there are still humans who long to be what I am.  It never ceases to surprise me when I hear of someone who has recently turned.

I was made during the vampire wars, it was a long time ago but humans have never forgiven my kind, I cannot blame them, I hate the one who turned me as much as the humans hate me.

I see the foolish mortal, young and female. She can’t be older than sixteen; the delightful aroma is making it very clear.  My mouth waters, my incisors extend, a reflex out of my control.  My keening moan of hunger makes the mortal glance around, looking for danger. I’m torn between running away from the girl and running towards her.  I want to sink my fangs into her while ripping out her throat to feel her warm delicious blood run down my throat and filling me with her sweet tender life.  These thoughts I’ve no control over and it makes me shudder with a monstrous ecstasy.  This was not who I want to be.  My inner predator is awake and ready, adrenaline spikes in anticipation of the hunt.  I’m unable to control the instinct even as my mind rebels against my need.

She’s a dark mortal, one of the kids dressed in black who’s painted her face white wearing black lipstick and black nail polish.  I can tell she’s dyed her light hair unnaturally black.  They hang out in moody little packs like groupies at the blood bank.

Jaz loves them.  She owns one of the hottest underground vampire clubs in the city. Jaz turned in 1899 and that is how she came up with the name of her business. Human hunts take place weekly at Club 99.  For the right price, a vampire can purchase a mortal to kill.    Her voluntary humans are dark mortals who’ve fooled themselves into believing the sensuality of the vampire is worth death, or that they can convince the vampire who bought them to turn them.  Jaz imports most of her humans from poor countries.  Some were sold by their starving families.  It always makes me sick to see them brought in.  Their terror hurts me, even as I feel the same sick desire as the others who watch and long for the chase.  Jaz leads them to the mazes where the screams echo as they are murdered.

I love Jaz, but I hate what she does.  I owe Jaz a lot; she’s the one who rescued me, and taught me I can eat without killing.  I’d have starved to death otherwise.

The little dark mortal is sitting on a gravestone writing in a little book looking unhappy.  I want to laugh and cry as I watch her pretend to be a part of my dark, cold world.  In the distance, I can hear the whistle of a steam engine and see the smoke.  I’ve not been on a train for many years.  It is only recently the trains started running again in this part of the country.  There is so much death and devastation from the last of the wars.  This little morsel of a mortal has never experienced the fear and hunger of war; the last of the terrible battles ended in 1989, the year the first vampire president made the reservations.  He signed human protection bills, making random slaughter a crime.  Those laws preserve our food source.  Without his leadership, the world would probably be a burnt, empty lifeless husk by now.

I watch the girl.  The demon within me comes to life.  With my unnatural movements, I’m beside her soundlessly.  I’m nothing but another night shadow to her.  I feel drool running down my face as I salivate thinking of letting myself forget, lost in the bliss of my bloodlust. I battle my inner demons more fiercely than I’ve had to in seventy-eight years.

She is turning and looking at me.  I have the sharp night vision of my kind and see her pupils dilating with her sudden fear.  I smell the adrenaline in her blood it only seasons the already delicious life flowing in her veins.  I want to give in to the beast.  I feel my nails piercing the skin of my palms and my own blood dripping down my hands as I fight with myself not to kill the foolish child.

“Do you really want to die so badly tonight?”

She shudders, I can hear her fear and I smell it in her blood. 

“I want to be like you and do anything I want.  I want to have the power you have and live forever.  Please, make me a vampire.”

I laugh.  It sounds demonic to my own ears.  Her impassioned plea is breaking my heart even as it fuels my ravenous hunger.

“I wouldn’t be able to give you eternal life child, only eternal death.  If I let myself taste the nectar of your veins, I’ll kill you.  You don’t want to be me.”  I hear the menace of my predatory instinct.

She looks so afraid.  I feel a little sorry for her, but only a little.  Each second she sits there, I want to take the sweet blood her frail human body houses.  I finally snap, giving in to what I’ve denied for so long. I lunge, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back, ready. I know later I’ll tell myself it was her fault and I’m the victim of her poor choice.  Finding my iron control again, I gritting my teeth and tell her how she can spare herself.

“Don’t run, get up slowly and walk away, backwards so that I can see your very human face.  Don’t run until you are far from me, then run back across the border to the safety of your reservation and your parents.  I don’t want to take your frail life.  There is five hundred feet between you and the safety of your reservation.  Once you cross the line, it will be physically impossible for me to reach you.  Start now, go.”

Fear causes her to stumbling away.  I have to hold back.  Inside me, the predator screams and thrashes, desperately wanting to chase the child down and devour her.  I remind myself of what I have lost, she could be my granddaughter.  That thought reins in the beast, giving the girl a little more time.

I feel my muscles bunching, ready to spring after the meal getting away.  I’ve never been on a hunt, but the instinct is natural for my kind.  I know what to do. Being a good girl for so long, I deserve to enjoy the snack who’s offered her blood up to me.  She is obviously unhappy; I’d be doing her a favor.

I no longer need to rationalize the monster’s in control now.  I’ll have her. She’s close to her point of safety I will not have much time to capture her.  I feel the predator take over completely. Screaming a primal rage of my inner evil, my voice sounds like a wild cat to my own ears.  I spring after the terrified teenager.

She is only a few feet from safety, but I’m fast, motivated, and I can hear her pants of fear and exhaustion.  She is close to being out of reach.  I push forward finding a burst of speed.  I know that she will see my red feral eyes as she dies and I laugh at the thought.  She loves the darkness and I am going to love eating her up.  I reach forward; my nails have grown more claw-like, weapons to take down my prey.  I have her.  She’s mine.  Victory is all mine to enjoy.  I snarl my triumph.

A hard force rams into me and sends me flying.  I fall sprawling away from the tender vittles that have just made it safely where I cannot cross.  I snarl.  Something has stopped me from having what is mine. I’ve come of age tonight.  I starved the monster free in my attempt to kill it.  I push against the ground something heavy is on my back and I kick and thrash trying to free myself.

Hearing the voice, I wonder if my hunger is causing a hallucination.

“My God Eden, when was the last time you ate something.  You’re so thin.  I feel like I might’ve broken you.  We need to get some nourishment into you.”

Quentin, a nightmare from my past, is holding me down, keeping me from my desired objective.  I only hate one person – Quinn, the creature who took everything from me.  I am staring into his beautiful blue eyes.  Once I cared for him very deeply.

Quinn picks me up as if I weigh nothing.  He holds me too tightly for my weak body to escape.  My inner monster roars with her angry indignity.  How dare he do this?  He was the one who first tried to get me to kill.  He was the one who wanted me to relish this life, and now, after seventy plus years, I’ve finally let the monster he has planted inside of me loose and he’s decided I’m not allowed to be what he made me?  I kick out at him; the rumble of his masculine chuckle only enrages me more, making my hatred grow.  I bite down on him hard.  His blood rushes into my mouth.  Vampires don’t usually drink from each other, too cannibalistic even for monsters, I guess.    I remember the taste of him even after all these years.  He tastes exotic on my tongue; I’ve ingested a lot of different blood types, but none like his.  Strangely, it satisfies the monster in my soul.   I hear him moan.  I taste the change in him, his desire.  Even after all these years, it seems everything I do makes him want me.

Being away from the girl’s blood is clearing my mind.  I will still rip her throat out in a second, if given the chance, but I feel my control returning. Feeling lightheaded, I pull my mouth from the wound on his shoulder; my tongue swirls across and closes the two punctures my teeth left in him.  I wonder if he’s uncomfortable with his lack of control.  He’s never been able to control himself when it comes to me.

 

Eternally Mine available June 2011 with Changeling Press

Salena Roarke has chosen yet another stellar boyfriend. Running for her life from the enraged Derrick, she collapses outside of a mountain cabin. Little does she realize her savior is a deadly predator, a vampire.

Whittaker longs to be with Salena, but he knows his maker is still out there. Doubting he can keep her safe from the bloodthirsty creature who turned him, he tries to hold her at bay. But once he succumbs to Salena’s charms, he knows his life will be forever changed and he will do anything to keep her safe.

Interview with a S’nat

Interviewer: Today I’m interviewing Fray Matsen, hero of the YA paranormal romance S’nat Wars by the mother/daughter team of Linda Palmer and Julie Kimbrell.  To begin, maybe you should tell us what, exactly, a “S’nat” is.

Fray Matsen:  “S’nat” is a slang term for a Supernatural.  Actually, make that vampire or shapeshifter. 

Interviewer:  You qualified that rather quickly.  Are there other kinds of S’nats out there that we don’t know about?

Fray Matsen:  Vampires and shapeshifters came out several years ago.

Interviewer:  That doesn’t really answer my question.

Fray Matsen:  I know.

Interviewer:  Hm.  Tell us about WatchDogs, Inc., the personal protection agency you work for.

Fray Matsen: My dad and his brothers, all shapeshifters like me, own the agency.  We’re dogs.  We also have normal guys working there, too.  Dad makes assignments based on the situation.

Interviewer:  And what situation brought you to the Daniels’ house?

Fray Matsen:  Mr. Daniels is a lawyer who represents S’nats in court.  Lots of humans hate S’nats, so when he won a high-profile case, someone threatened the family.  I was assigned to guard Gabi Daniels, his seventeen-year-old daughter.

Interviewer:  What kind of dog do you shift into?

Fray Matsen:  A Rottweiler.

Interviewer:  Does Gabi like Rotts?

Fray Matsen:  I guess.  She didn’t complain, though she did ask if I could shift into a Chihuahua so she could stick me in her purse when she went to the mall. She was joking, though.  At least I think she was.

Interviewer:  Did you and Gabi get along, then?

Fray Matsen:  Most of the time.  She was pretty stubborn and didn’t take orders well.  Sometimes it seemed like she was deliberately trying to irritate the he– um, heck out of me.

Interviewer:  What did guarding Gabi entail?

Fray Matsen:  I spent every second with her Monday through Friday, which meant going to her high school; running, shopping, and eating with her; and even tagging along when she went to a movie with a, um, friend.

Interviewer:  Guy or gal?

Fray Matsen:  Guy. 

Interviewer: You went on a date with her? Wow.  I’ll bet that was awkward.

Fray Matsen:  It wasn’t a date, and I went as a Rott and stayed in the back seat so I could watch them.

Interviewer:  Watch them?

Fray Matsen: The movie.  I watched the movie.

Interviewer:  O-kaaay.  How did you handle the nights?

Fray Matsen:  I slept with her. Well, not with her.  I slept nearby…on the floor…as a dog.  Let me start over.  I shifted into a Rott and slept on a rug next to her bed.

Interviewer:  I…see.  And what about the weekends?

Fray Matsen:  My brother Dion took over.

Interviewer:  What’s that frown about?

Fray Matsen:  What frown?  I’m not frowning.

Interviewer:  My bad.  Is there anything you’d like to tell readers?

Fray Matsen:   Check out S’nat Wars if you want the whole story.  A lot happened, and sometimes it was hard to tell where the threat was really coming from. 

Interviewer:  Do you still talk to Gabi now that everything is resolved and you’ve both moved on?

Fray Matsen:  You could say that.

Interviewer:  What’s that grin about?

Fray Matsen:  What grin?  I’m not grinning.

S’nat Wars blurb:

            Everything should’ve changed the day vampires and shapeshifters came out to the world six years ago, but it didn’t–at least not for Gabi Daniels. She still sleeps, eats, runs, and goes to school. And when she’s out in public, she still can’t tell if the people she passes on the street are humans or actually Supernaturals, a.k.a. S’nats.  No one else can, either, which is the problem. If S’nats have actually populated the globe for eons without anyone knowing, what else might be lurking out there, ready to pounce?

            Then Gabi’s dad, a lawyer, defends a vampire accused of murdering a human. His high-profile win results in threats from S’nat haters.  To keep Gabi safe, he hires WatchDogs, Inc., a personal protection agency with bodyguards that actually shapeshift into dogs.  Fray Matsen, a Rottweiler, has his work cut out for him and not just because he finds Gabi a big distraction.  Is the threat really human?  Or could it be S’nats with an agenda of their own?  And will his human strength and canine senses be enough to save Gabi when they find themselves face-to-face with the enemy? 

 

Available at: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Allromanceebooks, 1placeforromance, and Smashwords.

 

Linda’s website: www.lvpalmer.com

Julie’s website: www.juliekimbrell.com and www.laneystrykerbooks.com

Vaaden Warriors #1 – Rheul

Falling in love with your slave just isn’t something a Vaaden warrior does. But when Rheul claims a new slave, he starts to see that some things aren’t always in his control. Darcy starts making a place for herself in his heart whether he likes or not, and no amount of fighting seems to do him any good. But can he give in and forsake his duty to take a Vaaden bride and love the woman who has come to mean so much to him? Or will duty win over his newfound heart?

Available May 20, 2011 with Changeling Press.