New Vampire Release

Please welcome the awesome Sheri Velarde on my blog today. She’s here to tell us more about her latest release of vampire shorts and her inspiration behind the collection.

I think that all authors have weird ticks in their writing, things that they can’t even explain why they exist. For me one of mine is the fact that all of my vampires seem to be French. I have other tick as well, like werebears are Russian and werewolves seem to be American in my writings. But none are more prevalent for me than my French vampires.

Why French vampires? I don’t know if I can full answer that. I suppose part of it is that I lived in France for a while when I was younger and the French culture really stuck with me. Especially their attitudes about sex and sexuality. They are so open and fluid about sex over there. I guess part of me just figures those are the same attitudes that vampires would have. Why be prejudice or prude when you get to live forever? Also, the French accent is just dead sexy. I don’t care what you say, French is one of the sexiest languages out there!

I think I also make my vampire French because I always assume their origins are in Europe, from countries with rich and vast histories. Well France is the country I know the most about, the one I am most comfortable discussing, so it seems to be a natural fit for me. That was extremely important in my historical piece, Curse of the Blood. Plus I want to be different, I don’t want my vampires to be from Eastern Europe. I want a sexy French vampire to dazzle my heroines and heroes.

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Here’s more…

Three vampire stories in one collection for the first time!

In Under a Ring of Fire, everything changes for Jackie thanks to an eclipse of the sun. She is a dying woman, living what’s left of her life in misery. One night, one mysterious guest and she will be forever altered. Is this her chance to live at last?

In Curse of the Blood, not even service to his king in time of war could prepare Melvil for the pleasurable evil he would suffer at the hands of Honnor. One act of kindness dooms him to a life that he never wanted.

In Alone No More, the tortured Melvil is back, living a life of penance. One night he saves a young woman from ghouls and sees hope for the first time in years. Ella is a woman alone in life, until a mysterious Frenchman saves her from more than ghouls.

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Saturday Excerpt

Fine, I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? Why don’t you call her up and ask her how she is?” Crew says.
“Maybe I will.” I glance at Connor. The conversation between him and the red head’s getting hectic. She’s laughing at something he said. I get up suddenly struck by a sudden need to embarrass Connor.
“Where are you going?” Hayden asks.
“Watch me.” I head over to the girl who managed to captivate Connor after his self-imposed thirteen months of celibacy.
“Hi,” I greet when the girl notices I’m standing behind Connor.
“Hi.” She smiles.
“I was wondering if I could move our tables together.”
Connor realizes it’s me when he hears my voice. He glances at me, mortified at my suggestion.
“Ty?” he says surprised before swearing me under his breath.
“Ty?” a second, softer voice repeats.
I turn towards Bree’s friend for the first time. “Lana?”
My world pauses when she smiles at me. I forget about embarrassing Connor.
“Hi.” She waves slightly. Her cheeks redden.
“Hi.” Why can’t I come up with anything to say whenever I’m around Lana?
Confusion clouds the redhead’s face. “You two know each other?”
Lana smiles shyly. “Yeah. Ty, meet my best friend, Bree. Bree, Ty.”
“Would you mind if I pulled our tables together?” I ask Lana since Connor still hasn’t replied to me.
“Not at all,” she replies. Her eyes sparkle.
Holy dessert on crap sticks. I barely know her but I’ve missed her. The guys help me pull the tables together without breaking or spilling anything. I pull my chair closer to Lana’s. Our hands touch briefly and once again shadowy images of Lana being pulled against her will from me flashes in my head. I can’t tell who’s pulling her away neither do I know the reason she’s being taken away. The only thing I’m sure off is that I’m the one she’s being yanked away from.
Connor and Bree carry on talking and don’t pay much attention to what’s going on around them. Hayden and Crew resume eating. Lana glances at me. My chest does a series of crazy flip flops. I’ve never been so badly affected by a girl before. I’m still speechless.
Her mouth is bow shaped. She isn’t wearing any lip color. My hormones shoot to my brain when she licks a tiny seed off her lips. I imagine crushing her lips against mine — and wonder how soft her lips are and how warm the inside of her mouth is. She glances at me in that instant. A warm heat creeps up my cheeks.
Thank God, Lana can’t read minds.
So what if she could? A tiny voice in my head questions, I know you want her to see what you’ve been doing to her in your dreams.
Dream, I correct myself, I only dreamt of her once.

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Snippet from my Sexy Super Hero Biker Series

She shakes her head without making eye contact. “No.”
Something’s wrong. The girl sitting next to me has turned into the exact opposite of the chick I nearly made love to.
“Then?”
She shakes her head. “It’s been a long day. I really should get some rest.”
“Okay.” I adjust my seat and turn the key in the ignition.
“Do you regret it?” Her gentle voice catches me off guard.
I leave the gear in neutral and turn to face her. “Not one bit,” I tell her hoarsely.
She smiles. “I’m a little scared,” she admits eventually.
“Of me?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Then?” I prompt.
She looks away. “Sex,” she whispers.
“Which part?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I’m not sure. Maybe all of it.”
I place my hand over hers. “It isn’t scary if it’s with someone you love.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Why?”
“Ruining our moment.”
Her soft voice tugs at my heart. “You haven’t ruined anything at all.”
I caress her lips and wish I could kiss her again. My hand brushes hers when I shift the truck into gear and I’m haunted by another image of Lana being forcefully taken away from me. I move my hand away quickly. I need to get some sleep. I’m probably exhausted and hallucinating as a result. That must be it.
“I’d love to do this every night,” I tell her.
“Get drenched on the promenade?” she asks
“If it means snuggling up next to you afterwards — then hell yeah.”
She laughs. “You make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.”
I’m glad she’s forgotten about her earlier apprehension. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s because you bring out the best in me.”
Slowly the part of me that Cora destroyed after betraying my family is sprouting back to life.
“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Lost Souls Guest Blog by Sheri Velarde

First let me say a huge thank you to Sheritha for letting me stop by again! Thanks doll, you are the best!
Writing is a pretty tough though rewarding job and sometimes you need someone supportive there in your corner to keep you going when things start to look too tough. For me that someone is my fiancé William. During those time when self-doubt seeps into my thoughts, he is there to tell me that I am a good writer and that I need to keep at it. When a rejection letter comes, and yes they sometimes still do, he tells me to just move on and find a better fit for my story. When life becomes overwhelming and I just feel like giving up writing all together and quitting, he is there to encourage me to make more time and keep at it.
This year was a tough one. I lost my grandmother whom I was a caretaker for, I had major health issues, I was forced to leave my day job for various reasons and that led to financial stress. If there was a year I thought about giving up writing, well it was this year. But William, well he just wouldn’t hear of that. He insisted I keep writing no matter what. He gave me gentle pushes when I needed to get back to writing and encouraged me to keep submitting. I did indeed keep writing and Lost Souls marks my sixth release coming out this year and most of those are all thanks to my fiancé and his constant support. For that all I can say is thank you William and that I hope all authors out there are as lucky as I am to have someone in their corner that believe in them and their talent so much.

Blurb:
Amy is a fallen angel living life on earth as a rock star, embracing her bad behavior and becoming a heavy metal goddess. With the excesses of her new career she almost feels happy. Almost. However something her old friend Aphrodite once promised her is still missing, love.
Jade is a sweet and sexy woman, trying to make a place for herself in this lonely world. Lost in Los Angeles and just looking for a somewhere she belongs. As the holidays approach she only realizes how alone she truly is in the unforgiving city of Lost Souls.
One night these two meet seemingly out of the blue and sparks fly. It is as if something is drawing them towards each other. Now they both are learning what true happiness can feel like, if only some secrets don’t rip them apart before their love even has a chance to bloom.
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Excerpt:
Suddenly she felt a warming sensation shooting through her body, something she had never felt before in her long life. She turned to see what had caused it, or she should say who. A beautiful woman with piercing green eyes and waist-length auburn hair stood in the doorway, casual jeans and black T-shirt hugging her body’s generous curves. She was the most alluring creature Amy had ever seen, and she was staring right at her with a look of intensity in her eyes, as if she had been searching for Amy all along and had finally found her. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before the connection was broken, the pale beauty shaking her head and heading towards an empty seat on the other end of the bar and returning Amy’s senses to her.
With the spell suddenly broken, Amy once again could hear Len finishing up his story as if nothing special had just happened. What the hell was that? Was the woman at the other end of the bar some sort of demon? She had to be magical and otherworldly to cause such a reaction. She certainly had otherworldly looks. Even though her hips and breasts were more ample than most angels and the like, she had the body of a goddess that begged to be touched. Amy shook her head. Len had finished, so she ordered them another round of drinks. As soon as her martini arrived she downed it and immediately signaled for another. If only alcohol affected her like it did most humans she would probably be calming down by now and not worrying about the mystery woman. Instead she still felt strange, like something had come alive inside her for the first time. She risked a glance at the red-headed siren down the way. The subtle temptress was sipping a beer, chatting with a bartender on that side of the bar. Suddenly she laughed and her whole face lit up, causing Amy to at once be jealous of the bartender and to want to be next to this woman and be the one making her laugh.
She must have been staring, for Len interrupted her inner turmoil. “She’s a looker, all right. A woman with curves too, not one of those too-skinny Hollywood types. They’re a rarity out here nowadays. If I were younger I might try to fight you for her.” He laughed. “Of course, if she picks you I would be out of the running anyways; you know, that pesky penis and all.”
It was Amy’s turn to laugh. “You know some women like both men and women.”
Len winked knowingly at her. “So I have been told. But I’ve never taken you to be the sharing sort of gal. Now get over there and let one of us live the fantasy tonight. After all, we are rock stars, go act like one!”

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Scandalous Endeavors Blog Tour

Awesome editor and amazing author, Amanda Marie, has a brand new book releasing December 12th.

Check out the cover.

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Here’s what the book is about.

Amelia is devastated after her father’s death. England holds a special place in her heart. Her new guardian, an American uncle, has ordered her to pack. Her uncle agrees to give her four weeks to settle her affairs, and then she must board a ship bound for America.
Not willing to give up on a life in England, the only home she has ever known, Amelia decides marrying an English peer is her only option. Despite her mourning period she endeavors to trap one of London’s eligible bachelors in matrimony.
Lord Goldstone, a Scottish Duke, thwarts her carefully laid plans at every attempt. Sparks fly as the pair find themselves at odds with each other. Can they find a way to stop arguing long enough to explore their growing passion? Is it strong enough to make Amelia give up her English home after all?

About the author

Amanda Marie dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Her hobbies include reading, writing, crocheting, traveling, photography, and spending time with her family. Some of Amanda Marie’s favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper’s Ferry West Virginia and Sea Brook New Hampshire. She loves the history that surrounds them and visits them every chance she gets.

Amanda Marie lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food.

Join Amanda Marie on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorAmandaMarie1
Visit her blog at http://musingsbymandy.wordpress.com/
Write to Amanda Marie at amandamarieauthor@gmail.com
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Teaser from My #NA MS on query

Crew waves his beer bottle at me. “I know you better than that. You took her license plate. Spill it.”
“Read my brain, Crew.” I half close my eyes and lean as far back into the couch as I can. I’m not in the mood for beer. Mine lies untouched on the coffee table.
“You’ll have to tell us everything sooner or later, bro.” Crew takes off his t shirt. “One thing I’ll bet my life on is you’re into her.”
“Into her? When are you going to grow up?” I ask.
“You’ve never rescued a girl twice,” Connor points out. “Neither one of us has.”
“You guys are making a big deal out of a stupid co-incidence,” I tell them.
“Co-incidence, my ass,” Hayden half screams.
“Our line of work doesn’t allow for co-incidences,” I remind them, “we’re in the business of saving lives — we’re not living in some fantasy.”
“Meeting hot chicks isn’t a fantasy,” Crew says, “It’s a reality.”
“You can meet hot chicks in a club,” I tell Crew.
He shakes his head. “Where in our contracts does it state that we can’t fall for our rescues?” He asks me.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t. It’s just the way I feel — Business and pleasure aren’t meant to mix.”

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Excerpt from Rescue Me, #NA #SciFi out on#Query

Oh fuck. This is the end of me. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Oh God why can’t Superman be real — just this once. If only he’d appear out of nowhere and pull this smelly bastard off me. A bike roars in the distance. I focus on its sound and imagine Superman is on that bike. Within seconds the sound of the bike is the only thing my mind holds onto the fucktard’s hands tighten around my waist. His sewer breath clogs my nostrils.
Forget him. Superman will rescue me. Where do I come up with candy floss shit for dreams? Hello? I’m about to be eaten by a bunch of twat waffles.
Crazy thoughts race through my head as I squeeze my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists bracing myself for the impact of his mouth on mine while at the same time trying to shut him out altogether. Somehow the shutting out part works. The leader’s hands loosen on my waist and his pungent alcohol breath gives way to fresh sea air.
“Fuck!” He gasps suddenly before the sound of bones breaking sickens me to the pit of my tummy.
Instinct forces my eyes open. We’re surrounded by a group of bikers with Harley’s so shiny the moonlight reflecting off of them blinds me temporarily. One of the bikers punches the leader on his jaw. The others circle the remaining would-be attackers.
“I didn’t touch her.” The leader winces.
“Liar,” mysterious Biker says in a deep voice, “Didn’t your mama teach you to always tell the truth?”
My spine tingles at the sound of his voice.
“I warned you about stepping on my ground, Skull.”
My ground? This sounds like a movie script gone real life. To me it means one thing. I found Superman. Okay. Technically he found me. Unless this is a dream. And none of this is really happening., Shock probably stupefied me. Or I’m dead and I’ve stepped away from my body…I shut my eyes and pinch myself. Fuck. That hurt. No, I’m not imagining any of this. The bikers are really here and one of them is teaching Skull a lesson he’ll never forget.
“Now why don’t you take your pack of vermin rats and get the hell out of here.” Superbiker suggests, “unless you’re hungry for seconds.”
Skull and his gang don’t need to be told twice. They disappear into the shadows so fast nobody would have guessed they were really here.
“Did he hurt you?” Superbiker asks me.
I’m stunned at how quickly my wish was granted. I asked for Superman and I got a Superbiker. My chest tightens. If only all my wishes were granted so easily…
Warm hands cup my face. I catch a glimpse of a shiny bracelet on his right hand. His left thumb is partially covered with a band aid.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
Superbiker’s talking to me. Say something, Lana. “Yeah…I’m fine.”
The woodsy scent of his aftershave and cologne captivates my senses. He’s pushed the visor of his helmet up but a clump of clouds block out the moonlight making it impossible for me to even catch a glimpse of my savior.
“You’re new here,” he states.
“You can tell just by looking at me?” Damn he’s got skills.
“No. Locals know better than to hang out on the beach at this part of the night.”
I look away somewhat ashamed not to have figured that out when I noticed the beach was abandoned.
He steps away from me. “You shouldn’t hang out here this part of night,” he says, “tell me where you live and we’ll escort you home.” He opens the car door for me.
“What’s your name?” I blurt.
He stops. Perhaps my question’s caught him off guard. “Why?”
I shrug. “It’d be nice to know.”
He leaves me standing outside my car and jumps on his bike. “Get in the car. My boys and I don’t have all night to wait on spoilt little rich girls who have nothing better to do than invite trouble upon themselves.”
Strangely his words sting. “I’m not a …” Oh why bother. I get inside my car and roll down the window. For a moment there I’d assumed he’d really cared when he’d asked me if I’d been hurt. I guess whoever my mysterious biker rescuer is — he’s just doing his job. My burgeoning hope and dreams of romance take a back seat.
The bikers escort me home. Superbiker pulls up beside me when I stop outside the gate and gestures for me to give him my keys. He unlocks the gate and gestures for me to park. I roll down the window and wait for him to leave before jumping off. Instead he pauses next to me while reversing out the driveway and lifts up the visor. Invisible waves of his aftershave engulf me. Superbiker’s tall, broad shouldered and not even the darkness can hide his pert ass.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For roughing up your haters?” He sounds amused. “If it wasn’t for spoilt brats like you, I’d be unemployed.”
I wish I could see his face before slapping him.
“Whatever,” I murmur.
“You’re welcome,” he replies sarcastically. “Tell you what, princess. If you can find me in the daylight I’ll tell you my name.”
My deceitful heart goes wild. “Deal,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Challenges are definitely my thing. I’ll find him all right even if the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne and aftershave is all I have to go