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Match the Quotes Game - Vampires Realm

I've played this game before on my blog with the Vampire Erotic Theatre series books and it was really fun, so I'm playing it twice this weekend, once for the Vampires Realm series and once for the Her Angel series.

Today it's the Vampires Realm Match the Quotes game. All of the quotes are taken from Masquerade, the next book in the series. It will be out in May.




HOW TO ENTER
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment matching the right character to the right quote. Please leave a single comment with your name, email address, and the name of the character followed by the quote number. Only one comment per person please.

Each correct match you make counts as 1 entry into the prize draw.

PRIZESI will choose 3 winners per quote, so 15 winners in total will receive some signed book swag including cover postcards, bookmarks, and trading cards.

The person with the most correct matches will win a signed personalised paperback of their choice from the ones I have available and signed swag.

The game is open internationally, and closes at 11:59pm EST Monday 9th April.


So, let the game begin...

CHARACTERS: Dmitri
Hyperion
Sophis
Vivek
Tynan


QUOTES:
#1 - "Because I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, and I do not want another man to lay a single finger on you. If I could, I would keep you in my arms all night... or perhaps for the rest of my life."

#2 - "I did not catch your name, little man. Why do you not come down here and we see who insulted who?"

#3 - "She is returning. School your expression, my young apprentice, or she will see that you are madder than hell with your rival rather than just sense it."

#4 - "I think I have sufficiently embarrassed you both. Lord Hyperion would be proud of me."

#5 - "What the Devil have you got yourself into this time?"

Five characters, five quotes... five chances to win!

Free Paranormal Romance Book - Reunion!

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Reunion
F E Heaton
The Law Keeper for the Venia bloodline, Marise doesn't want to return home but duty dictates that she must investigate the attempt on her lord's life by another vampire.

When she sets eyes on her lord, Marise realises that she might have been called for another reason and that the attack on her lord might not have been by a vampire after all. Her only source of information is a guard who was mortally wounded during the attack, a guard who turns out to be the man who broke her heart fifty years ago.

The sight of Jascha so close to death triggers a battle in Marise's heart that will see her struggle to turn her back on him and her family again, and maintain her sense of duty. Is fifty years enough to forgive the one you love for breaking your heart? Will Marise finally confess to everything she's held inside and kept hidden from him? And can Jascha convince Marise to listen to what he has to say and make her love him again?

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EXCERPTDull violet eyes greeted her as his heavy lids opened. He blinked languidly and with too much effort for her liking. Blankets covered him but she could see how badly injured his arms, neck and face were. A thick bandage wrapped around his throat, the side of it stained with dark blood, and gashes covered his arms, long lacerations that were edged with angry red and were weeping.

Marise shook her head and fought against the feelings inside her and the tears rising into her eyes.

"Jascha?" she whispered his name again, wishing now that she could hear his voice and have him tell her that Timur was overreacting—he was going to be fine.

He wasn't going to die.

Before she had time to stop herself, she was kneeling beside the bed, his right hand held firmly in hers and her cheek pressed against it. She closed her eyes and tears escaped them when his fingers closed around hers.

She wanted to ask who had done this to him. He was strong, far stronger than she had been, and yet someone had hurt him. No, this wasn't hurting. This was butchering. Anger boiled up inside her. Someone had butchered him and left him to die. Death could be as swift for a vampire as it was for a human. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing and they had made sure that Jascha wouldn't die that night.

This was a message. Someone was telling her species that they were stronger than them.

Her jaw tensed and she growled.

Someone was going to pay.

Jascha's fingers flexed weakly against hers and he muttered something that made no sense. She raised her head, taking in the extent of the damage done to this face. It was covered in rich bruises and fine cuts. His split lip and swollen eye made her heart ache for him.

His eyes met hers, pupils dilating and contracting as he struggled to focus.

A tiny frown made his eyebrows shift.

"Mari?" he breathed so quietly she almost didn't hear him.

The sound of that name brought back all the pain and she dropped his hand, standing and distancing herself from him as her heart broke all over again. She turned her back on him while she pushed all of her feelings back down inside and tried to lock them away in her heart.

She turned on a pinpoint and stared at him with cold eyes.

"My name is Marise," she said and steeled herself against the darkness that entered his eyes. It was what he deserved. She couldn't remember exactly what had been said during the fight that had parted them but she still felt the pain each day.

She moved to the foot of the bed, buying the time she needed to get back in control of the situation and herself.

He sighed.

It said so much.

She knew she wasn't the only one who had been hurt that day. They had both said things and done things that were the undoing of what they'd had together. Only she had accepted the position as Law Keeper and ran away, and he had been willing to heal the breach.

She folded her arms across her chest.

"If you're up to it, I'd like your opinion on what happened the night you were injured."

He gave her a look that conveyed exactly what he was thinking. He was right. It was cold of her to stand here, distant and uncaring while he suffered, but that was what a Law Keeper did. They didn't mix business with pleasure. Pleasure was a thing of the past for them. To hold this position meant being impartial about the bloodlines and being emotionless. Emotions got in the way and clouded your judgement.

Like hers were right now.

Marise turned her back again and paced across the room. She didn't need the distance it brought—she needed the darkness. It robbed her sight of its sharpness and meant she couldn't see his injuries so clearly.

"A simple nod or shake of your head will suffice. That is, if you can manage it?"

Jascha gave her a tiny nod and grimaced, his hand coming up to touch his throat. His eyes closed and she could see the pain in his face and feel it in her blood. She had forgotten the wound there. A part of her said to give him time to recover before questioning him, but the rest overruled it and said to get it over with and get out before the feelings stirring inside her became dangerous.

He was a soldier. She was sure he understood. She needed answers for her investigation and so she could judge whether this case required a Law Keeper or not. This couldn't get personal. She couldn't go there again.

"Do you think there's a reason you were left alive?" Marise held the tremble from her voice so he wouldn't know how much the sight of him so injured was affecting her.

He nodded.

"I think so too. Timur hasn't a clue what happened. You do though, don't you?"

He nodded again and swallowed with a grimace.

She moved a step closer so he could see her better through his one good eye, but kept far enough away that she couldn't clearly see his wounds.

"Who did this to you? A vampire?"

A shake of his head, tiny and almost imperceptible.

"I didn't think so. Were they human?"

He hesitated. There was uncertainty in his eyes.

"Niet," he said, voice strained but the accent that had always melted her was still there.

It was just like him to fall back on his native tongue. She hoped he would keep his answers simple. She never had grasped the language.

"Did they look human?"

"Da," he croaked and rubbed his throat again.

Marise stepped closer and had to look away when fresh blood seeped into the bandages around his neck. Her stomach roiled at the thought that she was hurting him by making him speak. She wanted to ask him to stick to nodding or shaking his head, but she couldn't let him see how much it was all affecting her.

"Do you think they were demon or were they wholly human?"

"Ya ne pani'mayu." His voice sounded tight and he pushed himself up as he coughed.

Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, Jascha! I told you to shake or nod." She stormed across the room and sat down on the bed beside him. Her hand was against his cheek, holding him and forcing him to look at her. Everything she was ready to say slipped away and instead she wiped the blood off his chin with her thumb.

She took her hand away from him, gathering herself while she wiped her thumb on the dirty cloth beside the bed.

There was a canister of blood and a stained glass pushed to the back of the small table. They were feeding him old blood? How was he supposed to heal? Anger stirred inside her and she shot a black look at the door. She could sense Timur outside with the guards. Was Tynan there too? Surely he wouldn't let Jascha suffer like this?

Marise undid the buttons on her jacket sleeve and pushed it up her arm before setting to work on the buttons of her shirt cuff. She rolled it up and tugged it out of the way.

Thinking about what she was doing, she justified it by telling herself that a dead witness was of no use to her. This was about the case. This wasn't personal.

She extended her claws and pressed one into her wrist.

Blood beaded against her skin.

This wasn't personal.

She looked at Jascha. He was lying back on the bed again, eyes closed and his jet-black hair falling loose from his ponytail. Rogue strands of it criss-crossed his face. She ignored her temptation to clear them away and extended her arm to him.

His nostrils flared.

His eyes rolled as he opened them and gave her an incredulous look.

She moved her arm closer, frowning at him, but silently pleading him to drink. Without fresh blood, he would never heal. Her blood would suffice until she could get Tynan to hunt for her. Was there any way she could have words with Timur about the canister of blood without it looking as though she was bringing her feelings into this?

Her eyes widened when Jascha's mouth latched onto her wrist and she gasped when he bit her. It was the last thing she had been expecting. She half closed her eyes when he began to drink, stirring all too familiar feelings inside of her. He was the last person to do this to her. She looked at his face, studying him and taking everything in.

Was it really fifty years since she had seen his face?

No. She saw it each day in her dreams. He was always with her. She was just too stubborn to admit it.

His drinking slowed and before she knew it, it was over and he was licking the wound on her arm. She held it there for a moment when he stopped, the smallest part of her heart hoping he would continue. He didn't. He lay back on the bed, his eyes still closed.

"Jascha?" she said and he looked at her. It seemed to take a lot of effort. Her blood was probably making him drowsy as it worked its way into his body. It wouldn't quicken his healing as fresh human blood would, but it would restore some of his strength, more so than the stored blood he had been given. "Was it a vampire hunter?"

"Da," he said.

"But not one like we've met before?"

"Niet," he whispered and closed his eyes again.

Marise smiled now that he couldn't see her. Ghosting her fingers down his cheek, not brave enough to touch him, she looked at him a moment longer and then rose from the bed.

"I'll arrange for fresh blood for you. I have more questions I need to ask. If you remember anything, please ask for me." She hated how cold she sounded.

Rolling her sleeve down, she stopped when she saw the marks on her wrist and stared at them. They were shallow and it wasn't because he was weak. It was because he hadn't wanted to hurt her. She ran her fingers over the marks and then buttoned her sleeve, covering it with her jacket.

Marise walked to the door, paused and looked back at him. It hurt to see him, to have the memories of their time together come back, and to see him in so much pain. She hurt so much. He had taken her feelings and smashed them. That much she could remember. They had broken each other's heart that night.

She wanted to say something more but couldn't bring herself to go through with it. She had already brought enough emotion into this investigation. If anyone found out, she was likely to be punished.

She reached out behind her and took hold of the door handle.

Turning, she opened the door.

She hesitated a moment when he spoke.

"Da svi'daniya, lubov moya."

Marise held the smile inside on hearing such familiar words. Was she still his love?

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said and closed the door behind her.

She killed all her feelings the moment the door clicked shut and turned to look at the people in the corridor around her. The two guards were still there and she didn't recognise either of them. They looked wet behind the ears. Younglings no doubt.

Her eyes sought out Tynan but he was nowhere to be seen so they settled on Timur.

"I will have more questions for him come sunset tomorrow. For now, he must rest. His injuries are extensive, severe enough that a full interrogation may be the end of him. If that happens, I will have no answers to support my involvement in this situation and you will have no Law Keeper to protect you from this human."

Timur's eyes widened, showing the white around his irises and exposing his fear to her again. He fidgeted and she frowned. He was petrified of the thought of this human coming after him. Having seen what this person had done to Jascha, she could understand that fear, but as lord of his bloodline, he shouldn't allow himself to be ruled by it. He was safe in his home. Or did he think that he wasn't?

"I will speak with the other guards and see what they know," she said, hiding her true intention. She had to find Tynan. It was unlike him to leave Jascha suffering like this. She wanted to know what had happened to change him. "Ensure that only your guards are allowed out to hunt for the house."

Timur swallowed, hard enough that she saw it.

"What is it?" She didn't give him an inch as she stepped towards him, straightening to her full height and staring down into his eyes. He was still hiding things from her and all the secrecy was starting to annoy her. How was she supposed to do her job if she was being kept in the dark about things?

"No one is allowed to hunt," he muttered under his breath.

She frowned, her eyes narrowing.

"Are you insane?" She was tempted to take hold of his shirt collar and rattle him. Either that or she was going to throttle him. She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm. If he saw how shaken she was by the sight of Jascha so hurt, he wasn't going to give her the respect she needed and deserved.

"They are still out there."

Marise ignored his worried look and the childlike pleading in his eyes.

"You are weakening your house. You are letting Jascha die!" She clenched her fists and struggled to rein in her anger.

A dark look entered his eyes and for a moment she thought he was going to remind her who ruled their bloodline. She couldn't believe how weak he had become. She couldn't believe that he was risking the lives of everyone in his house because he was frightened of a vampire hunter.

"I am sending your guards out to hunt whether you like it or not. This house needs fresh blood. You have to keep your people strong or they will be lambs to the slaughter should this vampire hunter attack with allies." She didn't wait for a reply. She turned and stormed down the hall towards the guardroom.

Fury fuelled her as she took the steps down into the basement level of the house. It had been given over to the servant ranks and the guards long ago, before she was turned. The guards had their restroom down here and the training rooms. She was sure she would find Tynan there. How could she have thought that it had been his choice to feed Jascha old blood? She should've known that he would never willingly allow Jascha to die like this. Timur had effectively tied his hands behind his back and forced him to watch his brother die.

Pushing the door to the guardroom open, she strode in and scanned the faces. She recognised some of them. They all looked stunned to see her. Before she could locate Tynan, he was standing beside her, silent as always. She didn't acknowledge him, instead she kept her eyes fixed on the others.

"You are to hunt in groups. Bring fresh blood to the house. Timur will not punish you. I have seen to that." She held their gazes and then whispered out of the corner of her mouth to Tynan, "I need a word in private."

He nodded and left the room. She waited a moment and then followed him out into the hall. Looking around, she caught a glimpse of him heading into the armoury. She casually walked to it, her whole body shaking with the release of emotions that the idea of speaking to him brought. She knew that with him, she had no chance of remaining cold and business-like. Her heart said that he would never tell anyone about how she acted in private with him, and it seemed to give her feelings free rein to do as they pleased. She couldn't control them no matter how hard she tried.

It was a dangerous way for her to feel.

"I need a moment," Tynan said as she entered the room.

The guards gathered there nodded and left without questioning Tynan's order. He must have gained rank in their time apart. Her eyes traversed the room while she waited, taking in the assortment of swords, spears, bows and axes that lined the dark walls.

She had never liked it in the armoury. It was gloomy and reminded her of death. Her family never took up arms lightly, so being assigned to work in the armoury was almost a punishment. No one came here and the long hours each guard had to work were often passed alone.

Tynan turned to face her.

Marise avoided looking at him for as long as possible and then lifted her eyes to meet his. He looked concerned. She wished he didn't. She was having enough trouble holding herself together without him encouraging this revolt by her feelings.

He sighed, his broad shoulders heaving with it. He was taller than Jascha and had a far broader build, but other than that they looked so similar. Their hair was black as midnight, although Tynan's was short, and they were both incredibly handsome, their fine features lending them an unusual air of grace and distinction.

When she had first met Tynan, she had never seen a man as beautiful as he was, until the night she had seen his brother Jascha.

He had made her feel as though her heart was pounding even when that was impossible.

Tynan's dark eyes searched hers. She was glad that he differed from his brother there too. It meant that he could never wholly remind her of Jascha.

No one had eyes the stunning colour of Jascha's.

And no one could set her heart on fire with a single look like he could.

Marise paced the room and fought for control, gathering her scattered emotions. This was no time to fall apart, not even if Tynan would keep her secret for her. She had to be strong, as a Law Keeper should be, and stick to procedure on the case. Her old feelings for Jascha shouldn't be allowed to interfere with her work. Even this meeting with Tynan shouldn't be taking place.

She convinced herself that if she could get Jascha on the mend again by having this talk with Tynan, then she could get on with her work and forget about him again. Not that she had ever forgotten. He had always been at the back of her mind. The trouble was, now he was at the front of her mind and she couldn't concentrate. She had to find a way to put him to the back of it again and this seemed like the most reasonable solution.

"They're feeding him old blood," she said, barely holding Tynan's gaze for a split second, but it was long enough to see in his dark eyes that he already knew and he didn't like it.

She paced across to the other side of the room. Tynan leaned against a table and folded his arms across his chest, making it clear to her that he was waiting to see why she had wanted a word with him.

"Why didn't you get him fresh blood?" She didn't give him a chance to answer before stepping up to him, a frown darkening her face. "You should have gone out to hunt regardless of the orders from Timur. You know as well as I that the lord of our bloodline is not thinking clearly. This vampire hunter has made him weak with fear."

"I did," Tynan said.

The sound of his voice made her think of Jascha, lying in his death bed with no company and no comfort. She bit back the tears and reminded herself of her duty and her position.

Tynan stepped past her, running his fingers over his short black hair and sighing heavily. "I hunted for the first two nights, but Timur threatened me... if I disobeyed his orders again, I would be tried."

"Tried?" Marise frowned, trying to understand just what was happening in her house.

"For sins against my bloodline."

"Ridiculous. The Law Keepers would never condemn you for trying to help your brother." She turned on the spot, following his progress around the room.

Her senses told her that he was agitated, angry, and she had witnessed how he could be when enraged. Timur had been treading a very fine line with him.

"Were you with Jascha that night?" she said.

He paused, eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders tense.

"No."

"Did Jascha say anything when they brought him in?" She took a step towards him, torn between giving up her questioning and continuing. She didn't want to cause him hurt by reminding him of his brother's plight, but he might be able to give her the answers she needed to make a decision about this case.

"No, nothing coherent." He hesitated a moment and looked at her. She knew that look. It was about what had happened between her and Jascha. He was scared of bringing up things from the past. "He mentioned your name."

She froze, feeling as though he had just hit her in the stomach and knocked the wind from her. She hadn't expected that, but then, when she had gone into the room, Jascha had known it was her and he had called her by her old nickname. He had thought about her all these years too. It wasn't a ridiculous idea in the slightest. He had been the one willing to reconcile after all.

"Nothing else?" she said, regaining her focus and pushing away from the dark, sharp thoughts trying to creep in at the corners of her mind. She didn't want to remember that night. She didn't want to remember how painful it had been and how it had felt to leave him.

"Nothing."

Marise stared at him, hating how much he looked like his brother. It brought images of Jascha back, lying in that bed, covered in cuts and blood. Stinking like death.

Turning her back on Tynan, she straightened her cuffs and lightly ran her fingers over the marks on her wrist. He had been so gentle with her, even in his dire state. She had expected him to be rough if anything, greedy with hunger, but he had taken barely a sip. It spoke volumes to her, pages about how he didn't want to hurt her. In a way, it had felt like an apology. She wished she could accept it.

"I have to call this in." She went to leave but stopped herself and looked at Tynan again. "Jascha needs fresh, strong blood. Hunt for your brother."

She was about to turn around again when he spoke.

"Did you find out anything from him?" His voice trembled the tiniest amount and his eyes showed her that he wasn't just worried about his brother—he was worried about her too.

It had felt horrible to see Jascha like that. It still felt horrible. She couldn't erase the sight of him from her mind and couldn't imagine how Tynan had felt on seeing him beaten and broken. It must have been worse for him than the night Jascha had been turned and killed, reborn into his world.

She shook her head and gave him an apologetic look, wishing she could bring herself to shrug off the restraints of her position and comfort him.

"He was in too much pain," she said and then smiled. "He's speaking Russian at me. The boy still hasn't learned that I don't speak the language."

Tynan smiled but she could see the sadness in it.

"Be careful tonight, Tynan. Whoever did this is still out there."

Leaving him, she walked along the corridor and up the stairs to the ground floor of the expansive mansion. She tried to gather all the evidence in her head and thought about what she was going to tell the others. She couldn't leave here without finding out more about this vampire hunter.

She couldn't leave until she knew Jascha was well again.


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My favourite scene from Love Immortal

I have the hard task of choosing my favourite scenes from some of my books to share with you this weekend. It might sound like a lot of fun, but sometimes there is more than one scene that I really love in a book and choosing between them can be very tricky. Add to that the fact that I can't choose a scene that gives something major about the plot away and it becomes doubly tricky!

My first favourite scene is from a book that provides a perfect example of that. Love Immortal has many scenes that I really love and would like to share with you, but I had to pick just the one from this epic vampire romance novel, so here it is...


My Favourite Scene From...Love ImmortalLauren paused when she heard the door close. Hot water bounced of her hands where they were frozen against her head, halfway through rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. She focused and was surprised when she could feel there was someone in her bedroom. It was similar to how she had felt the night that Julian had saved her—an indescribable sensation in the pit of her stomach. That time it had said she was in danger. This time it was the opposite. A strange aura of calm washed over her.

Julian.

The bathroom door was open. She hadn't been expecting company, but she wasn't about to leave the shower now that company had walked in uninvited. It seemed like forever since she'd had a shower and the hot water running over her body felt too good to give up. She was willing to risk something happening. She didn't have a perfect figure like Astra, or come anywhere close to her in the beauty stakes, but she wasn't ashamed of her figure either. Although some bits needed work in the toning department, she was still the average weight for her five feet seven inch frame. Would Julian think she had an attractive body if he caught a glimpse?

A butterfly didn't jig in her stomach, a whole army of them rushed around, sending it spinning like a hurricane. It wouldn't settle, not when her thoughts were fixed on their current favourite topic—Julian.

He'd been a perfect gentleman so far and didn't seem the type who would take advantage of a situation like this, even if she did want him to.

"How long have you known these Ghosts?" Lauren hollered over the noise of the shower.

Silence. She listened for a while and started to wonder if she had been wrong about him being in her room.

"Five years." His voice was so clear and loud that she jumped.

He was in the bathroom.

Her heart started at a canter and rapidly increased to a gallop. She breathed deep to slow it again, knowing that Julian could hear it. He didn't mention the change in it this time.

Lauren stared at the white shower curtain. Where in the room was he? She shook her head. Her heart was never going to settle if she thought about him. Leaning back, she tilted her head under the water. The hot beat of it against her hair quickly stole her attention away from Julian. It was exquisite, easing all of the tension from her body and re-invigorating her.

She let out a long low groaning sigh of satisfaction.

Her cheeks burned with the blush that covered every naked inch of her. Her attention shifted back to Julian. Suddenly, she was very aware of the fact that she was nude and alone with him. Her mind leapt forwards, imagining the possibilities. Passionate, hot images of him in the shower with her, their naked bodies entwined and his lips on her throat, sent fire sweeping through her body and her heart pounded out a rapid rhythm.

She really needed to get a life. Julian had barely looked at her, let alone shown much interest. The small more courageous part of her said that he might show a little interest if she accidentally on purpose tugged the shower curtain aside enough to flash him, or fell in the bath so he'd come to check on her.

Lauren ignored it.

"Can you hand me a towel?" She squeezed the water out of her hair with one hand and turned the shower off with the other.

A white fluffy towel greeted her when she turned around, Julian's arm sticking through the gap between the shower curtain and the tiles. Lauren went to take it from him and then froze when she saw the scars on his wrist.

An incredible urge to bite him rushed through her, sweeping up from below and engulfing her. It was exhilarating.

She snatched the towel and wrapped it around herself. It was wrong. She didn't want to think about the blood-drinking aspect of the awakening. She wasn't sure how she was going to take to it. The thought repulsed her. Her body said different. The sudden desire to bite Julian had left it warm in all the good places. She tucked the end of the towel in, making a fuss of it to distract her from such disturbing thoughts, and then pulled the curtain aside. Julian looked up, most of his face still hidden beneath his coat collar. He was so close to her.

Fire flickered in his blue eyes. A hunger that both confused and pleased her. When he looked at her like that, she felt beautiful. She just didn't know what he felt.

Lauren stepped out of the bath and walked over to the sink. She grabbed another towel and rubbed her near shoulder-length red hair. Julian stood behind her, reflected in the cabinet mirror. Not a vampire then. In all the stories she'd read, vampires didn't have reflections. She looked at him, meeting his gaze in the mirror and studying his face. She longed to see what he looked like. His eyes were stunning under the bright light of the white bathroom, so pale and icy but holding such incredible warmth. He looked away towards the bath. The long black strands of his hair obscured his eyes but she didn't miss the way they narrowed and his pupils widened. She swallowed. Had he sensed the way she'd reacted to the sight of his marks? He'd said that he could sense her. Could he detect such things? Did he know that she wanted to bite him, and that just the thought of it bordered on arousing?

He stepped to one side when she turned around and she walked past him into her bedroom. She picked up her backpack from the white armchair in the corner, determined to distract herself from thoughts of biting Julian and acting on her desires, and placed it down on the bed. Heat touched her cheeks as she pulled a fresh pair of knickers out of her bag and thought about the fact that Julian had packed them for her. He'd touched her underwear. She cleared her throat and quickly pulled some clothes out and set them down on the blue bedcover. They were all of her favourites. She was glad of that. They made everything feel a little more normal.

Lauren sat on the bed beside them. When she had gone through her bag this morning, she'd found her mobile phone. She'd checked it then and again this evening. It was dead. She glanced at Julian where he stood by the bathroom door and then looked at the three sets of drawn blue curtains to her left. She wanted to ask Julian if she could call her friends to let them know that she was safe, but already knew what his answer would be. He would tell her that it might place both herself and her friends in danger, and a part of her knew that he was right, but she needed to contact them. They would be worried about her by now. She worked with one of her friends, Vicky, pushing paper in an office, and was sure that when she hadn't shown up for work, Vicky would have tried to call her.

"Something is troubling you." The sound of his voice still sent a shiver of delight through her. Was it a Greek accent? It had probably changed throughout the ages but he still sounded foreign to her. Exotic.

"You said that you were a commander of some men." It seemed like a better topic of conversation than her friends. She would find a way to check on them and let them know that she was alright.

"Arcadians," he said and moved across the room. He stopped a few feet short of her, tall and towering, menacing in a way but not one that frightened her. She liked his presence, the way she could sense him when he was near to her, and the way that made her feel. His strength, his power, radiated through her. It wasn't just comforting or calming. It was more than that. It stirred desire in her. Everything about him was alluring. Everything about him said that he wouldn't hurt her.

He would protect her, just as he'd promised. Her knight in shining armour.

"My protectors." Her eyes met his. The fire in them grew stronger. He narrowed them on her and she swore they had fallen lower, towards her towel, for just a brief second. She stood and the action put her close to him, to within a foot. Heat spread through her along with a desire to lick her lips.

Her fingers twitched again, desperate to lower his collar. She was strong enough to do this. She stepped past him instead and when she turned back around, Julian was sitting on the edge of the bed, his sword lying beside his hip. She crossed the room to the three tall windows and opened the middle set of curtains a crack. It was still dark out but it was heading towards dawn. Where had Julian gone tonight? She glanced at him and then went to the armchair and dragged it across the room so it was facing him. She sat in it and stared at him.

"Illia was given two hundred men, her army. Arcadians have always worshipped Zeus, and my men and I have always worshipped Selene. It was an honour to be chosen by Zeus and Selene to protect Illia. I was honoured to serve my goddess, Selene." Julian paused and glanced at the window and then back at her. The fire in his eyes had faded but reignited again while he looked at her, his gaze boring into hers. "Know that they fought and died for you, just as I died for you, and continue to fight for you. We lived to serve you."

Lauren swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. It was strange to hear someone say that they had died for her. It made her heart flutter. She reminded herself that Julian had died for Illia. He hadn't died for anyone else since then. Would he go that far for anyone other than Illia herself? Would he die to protect her?

"And I was your commander?" she said with a quiver in her voice.

"You are my commander."

She swallowed again.

Julian frowned at her, his gaze dropping to her chest the same way it had done in the hall when they had first come to Ghost, and then rising to her face again. He was listening to her heartbeat. It was off the scale at the thought that he might die to protect her, and at the thought of having to be his commander.

Whoever she'd been back then, she wasn't that person now. Her entire body felt tight at the thought of having to make decisions that could get someone killed—that could get Julian killed.

"I don't want to be," she admitted and felt better for it but worse at the same time. There was a glimmer of something horribly like disappointment in Julian's eyes. It faded an instant later, erased like all his other emotions were when they began to show. "I'm not strong enough."

Meeting Julian and the others had made her painfully aware of that. She couldn't compare to any of them. Even Piper, who feared monsters, desired to go into battle because of her faith in her fellow Ghosts and her sense of duty.

She was braver than Lauren.

Julian leaned forwards, his elbows coming to rest on his knees. She could see down his collar. The light was dull but she could see enough to tell that he was good looking. Her gaze darted to the lamp beside her bed. If she could just turn that on, she would see him properly at last. She would see that her instinct about him had been right.

He was more handsome than anyone she'd ever met.

Her heart skipped.

A soft look entered his eyes, his expression earnest and open.

"I am your guardian, Lauren," Julian said in such a calm and gentle tone that the tight feeling inside her began to melt away. She liked how he said her name, pronouncing it slowly and carefully as though he was savouring it. "I would bleed myself dry if you willed it. I am yours to command. It is not a matter of strength, but if you believe it is, then use mine until you find your own."

Her heart thudded now, hard and heavy against her ribs. God, could this man be any more wonderful? All of her tension melted and her bones began to follow it. Warmth glowed inside her, happiness that this man believed in her even though he barely knew her. He believed that she was strong and she could feel the truth in his words. He would do everything he said. He would lend her his strength, and he would bleed himself dry for her.

"Would you really do that? Bleed yourself dry?" she said, captivated by the romantic notion of him doing anything for her, even risking his life. She wanted to hear him say it again.

His pale eyes narrowed slightly and she couldn't take hers away from them. There was something about his eyes. She could look into them for forever. The world could end and she wouldn't care if he were looking at her as he was now.

"If you desired it," Julian husked. Tingles chased down her back, spreading through her. "My blood is yours. If you needed it all, you would have it."

Even when he talked about blood, she felt intensely drawn to him, willing to do whatever he asked if he could promise her eternity with him. It was crazy. Insane. She didn't know enough about him to be dreaming that kind of future. Perhaps she'd been alone too long. But then, a man had never looked at her the way that Julian did.

With love.

With intense passion.

With need that said he might die without her.

If he kept looking at her like that, she would go through with the awakening just so he would continue.

"How much blood do I normally need… to awaken?"

"Enough that I am too weak to protect you. Should Lycaon attack, we will be vulnerable."

Those words sent an unpleasant shiver through her and made her realise that she didn't like the idea of Julian bleeding himself dry for her after all. She didn't want him to die. She wanted him to live. Even the thought of her awakening weakening him left her cold. Had he learned from experience that they were vulnerable during her awakening?

"Is that why we're here?" Lauren leaned forwards a little, her eyes still locked on his, searching them for answers.

He nodded. "It is. The Ghosts will protect us. They do not fully understand the situation, but they will not fail us should there be an attack."

"Would you fight?" That question made her stomach turn.

He nodded again, solemn and slow.

"Why?" She sat back in the armchair, horrified by the thought that he would risk his life for her by fighting when he was weak.

"Because my duty is to protect you."

Lauren didn't have a response to that. He really did believe in his duty, and he'd carried it out for millennia. He knew his purpose in life and he was sticking to it. She knew hers and couldn't decide whether to embrace it or bury her head in the sand.

It wouldn't get her anywhere if she did that though. Burying your head in the sand didn't stop death.

Julian was still looking at her with a soft tenderness in his eyes. How far would he go for his duty? She tried to think of a way to test him, to plumb the depths of his dedication to her.

"Would you do anything I asked?" Lauren said cautiously, looking deep into his eyes to check if he was telling the truth when he answered.

He nodded again. The look in his eyes hardened for a moment and a shadow of pain crossed them. Lauren leaned forwards again. What had he been thinking? She hated seeing hurt in his eyes. When he'd left her room this morning looking so sad, it had torn her apart inside with worry. Something terrible had happened to him in his past. It had to have to make him look at her as though he was dying inside.

"Even kill Lycaon?" she said.

"If I could." His voice was low and as cautious as hers had been.

"If?"

He took a deep breath and sighed. "It is forbidden. The death of Lycaon is your duty and yours alone to carry out. I cannot interfere in that battle, just as Lycaon cannot interfere with my existence. When Illia died, Zeus realised his mistake. Zeus did what he could to help you. He made me immortal as you wished, and he made me invulnerable to the threat of Lycaon, but he could not change your curse to make you invulnerable to Lycaon's blade. He could only ensure that you would be reborn and that I would be there to awaken you." Julian leaned closer, his eyes on hers, and then cast them downwards at the floor. "If I could spare you from the horrors of battle, I would."

There was an edge to his voice. Lauren could read between the lines. He wanted to protect her and it seemed duty didn't have anything to do with it.

Lauren stared out at the night through the crack in the curtains of the middle window. The sky was growing light in the distance above the building opposite. The air in the room was heavy, hard to breathe, thick like tar in her lungs. She didn't know what to say. Did Julian want to protect her for another reason? Was that reason anything to do with the way he looked at her sometimes?

Did it have anything to do with her, or was there more to her reincarnation than she knew?

"Am I always the same when you meet me?" she said slowly, unsure of whether she wanted to know the answer to that question.

"Your instincts sometimes carry on," he said in a distant tone. She continued to stare out of the window. "There is a reason you are drawn to swords and combat."

"A shinai is very different to a real sword… but when I'm facing my opponent in kendo, when I'm fighting, I feel a strange kind of peace, as though everything is right in the world. Is that my instincts too?" She glanced at his katana where it rested on the bed beside him. She'd never held one before. How was she supposed to fight with a sword when she was used to nothing more than a glorified bamboo stick?

"Perhaps. The principle of combat is the same in real life as it is in kendo, and I will train you."

Her gaze darted to him long enough to see he was looking at the sword now, and then went back to the window and the beginning of dawn.

"I will see to it that you can fight, Lauren. Do not fear."

The niggling feeling of doubt and fear in her stomach disappeared. She was sure that he would keep his word and teach her how to fight. She just wasn't sure how good she would be at it. She was only at second grade level in kendo.

She pushed away her worries and watched the sky. The dawn was fast becoming beautiful, as peaceful as she felt inside. Pink traced the sky. Gold lined the scattered clouds.

"Do I always look the same?" It was the question she'd originally wanted to ask and the one that she feared the most.

"Yes." His eyes were on her now. She could feel them. A blush touched her cheeks and she was glad that the low light would hide it from him.

"Sound the same?"

"Yes, but the language is often different."

Lauren looked at him, her heart on the verge of falling into her stomach. It had risen so high, so far into her throat that the drop was dizzying, like plummeting down a rollercoaster.

Julian had mentioned that Illia had changed him. She had desired him to live. In her heart, Lauren knew what that meant. Illia had loved Julian.

Had Julian loved Illia?

Lauren was just a carbon copy, a replication of the original that he'd loved.

Her heart hit her feet. She frowned at the sky, trying to pretend that she found it interesting even though it had lost all its colour and warmth the moment she'd realised that all the looks Julian had given her were really about Illia.

She tried to say something but the words stuck in her throat. She coughed to clear it and then breathed deep in an attempt to steady herself so he wouldn't hear the hurt in her voice when she spoke.

"Will I remember my past lives when I awaken?" Her voice was still tight. She feared that he would notice her change in feeling—her hurt. If he did, he didn't mention it.

"I do not know." His gaze was still on her. She could feel it and she wished she couldn't. She wanted to make him leave. She ached for her old life—for the time when she'd been normal, not some reincarnated demi-goddess. "Sometimes you remember little things."

Lauren stared into the distance, hoping that she remembered nothing this time. The thought that she was continually reincarnated had begun to feel comforting but now it choked her. It made her feel small and insignificant. To Julian, she was just another Illia. It was probably instinct making her fall for him, not her real feelings.

She was such a fool.

She'd been an idiot to think that someone like Julian would really look at her that way. When he looked at her, he was looking at Illia. Well, whatever he believed, she wasn't Illia. She didn't know who that woman was, but she was sure that Illia had been strong and brave and everything that Lauren wasn't.

Lauren wanted to laugh at herself but her gut twisted when she thought about Illia. She pressed her hand to it, surprised by the violent feeling. Jealousy had never hurt like this before.

Gentle fingertips against her jaw made her start. Heat danced around the spots they touched. Julian slowly brought her head around so she was facing him. Her gaze dropped to her bare feet. She couldn't look at him now. If he saw her feelings, she didn't know what she would do. Right now, she felt vulnerable and weaker than ever, and one wrong look from him could break her.

His fingers brushed through the strands of her wet hair, his caress tender and soft, very careful.

"You seem so different this time," he whispered and her heart started at a pace, lodging itself in her throat and trembling. "Your hair…"

"It's dyed," she said, eyes shooting to his.

"I know." There was a faint hint of a smile in his shadowed face. Her insides flipped. What he said next made them jig and her head spin. "It suits you. It brings out warmth in you that I have never seen before."

Her eyes widened. Warmth that he'd never seen before? Were all her predecessors cold? Even Illia?

"I understand that this is difficult for you, Lauren. Each time you are so different, you react so differently, but it is always hard for you to come to terms with what is happening." His fingers paused in her hair, resting gently against her scalp. His palm brushed her cheek and she was tempted to lean into it. "I should have reached you sooner. I am sorry that I took so long… and that because of me you have less time to make your decision."

There was such an earnest look in the depths of his pale blue eyes, tinted with regret, that Lauren found herself reaching up and covering his hand with hers, wanting to comfort him. Her fingers closed over his, pressing into his palm. His hand was so warm.

"How did you find me?"

"I told you. I can sense things. That sense is strongest when it comes to you. It guides me to you." He paused and drew a deep breath. This time, he didn't sigh. The hurt was back in his eyes. "I normally find you faster, but I was… delayed."

Lauren knew better than to probe into that answer. Whatever the delay had been, it had pained him. As much as she wanted to know, she couldn't ask. After the way he'd looked at her this evening, she never wanted to hurt him.

Because he already held a world of pain in his eyes.

His hand left hers and she sat back, again becoming aware that she was only wearing a towel, only now she didn't care.

Lauren stared deep into Julian's eyes, mesmerised by every dark fleck against palest blue. A sense of calm filled her, as though she'd found a haven in a storm and knew that she was safe at last. The things he'd told her lost their frightening edge. Everything seemed strangely normal.

Everything felt fine again.

Julian was immortal—a vampire of sorts. She'd lived thirty lifetimes and was on a mission to stop the king of werewolves before he managed to get revenge on the ancient Greek gods. Soon her latent abilities would awaken and she would become immortal again. Perfectly normal. Completely insane.

When she looked into Julian's eyes, the world was right again. When she looked into his eyes, strength surged through her and she was ready to take on Lycaon and defeat him at last.

It felt so warm and quiet here with him, drifting through her life one breath at a time, one heartbeat after another.

Lauren frowned.

"Is the hypnotism thing a power of yours too?" It had to be a power. He hadn't told her all of his abilities yet and she was sure that this was one of them.

"Hypnotism?" His left eyebrow rose and then they both knitted into a frown.

"Yeah. You did it the night we met and you're doing it now. When I look into your eyes—" She cut herself off when it struck her that he wasn't hypnotising her. There was another possibility. She really did like him. First, the instant attraction, then the jealousy and now she turned into a daydreaming little girl whenever he looked into her eyes. She might as well just melt into a puddle around him. It was fortunate that she could speak or look at him at all without falling apart. Lauren chided herself. She was stronger than this. No man was about to reduce her to a quivering wreck. "Forget I said anything."

The ardent way he looked at her sent a blush blazing across her cheeks. Standing, she turned away and walked into the bathroom, taking her clothes with her.

She stopped in front of the mirror and looked in the reflection at Julian. Her stomach flipped. He was watching her, his gaze drifting down her back towards her legs.

Was she really different to Illia? Warmer? If anyone would know, it would be Julian.

When Julian looked at her, did he see her or did he see Illia?

She hoped that he saw her.

Because when she looked at Julian, she saw a man who was stealing her heart piece by piece.


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Love Immortal
Felicity Heaton
Rescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she's ever seen, Lauren is dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed. There, she discovers that she's the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original werewolf.

With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed all of her predecessors?

Can she crack the armour around Julian's heart and seize her happily forever after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments of his heart after everything he's been through?

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Interview with a demonic angel - Veiron

Over the course of my Birthday Bash weekend, I'm sitting down with some of my favourite heroes from my books to pick their brains about their stories and to get them talking about themselves. They will also be answering reader questions too!

If you want a hero to answer your question, leave it in a comment on the post and I'll pass it on to the vampire / angel / demon / etc in question and he'll answer it for you.

First of my interviews this weekend is with Veiron.

If you're new to the Her Angel series or you haven't read the latest book in the series, Her Guardian Angel, then you probably don't know who Veiron is. I'll paint you a pretty visual picture of this Hell's angel. For starters, he's a major character in Her Guardian Angel and also the hero of the next novel in the series, Her Demonic Angel.

Veiron was originally an angel of Heaven, but in the course of his current life he fell and pledged himself to the Devil instead. This caused part of his appearance to change. Veiron now has crimson feathered wings that match his long scarlet hair, and the red that can emerge in his dark eyes at times. He's six-feet-plus of otherworldly beauty and often appears wearing his obsidian and crimson armour. At times when he loses his cool, his true appearance comes to the fore and his skin turns black, his eyes burn red and his teeth sharpen, and the feathers fall off his wings to reveal the dragon-like ones beneath. Veiron is dangerous, and has a vicious streak ten miles wide, but he's also fiercely protective of those he cares about and would die to protect someone he loved.

Veiron's book in the Her Angel series will be out in September 2012.


FH: I have Veiron here with me today. Firstly, can you tell us a little about yourself?

VEIRON: Charming. Gorgeous. Deadly. That's me. (shrugs his broad shoulders) But I suppose you want more information than that. Why do I get the feeling this interview is going to leave me with a bitter taste in my mouth?

FH: You didn't have to agree to it. Now, tell the lovely readers about yourself, or the bitterness you'll be tasting in your mouth will be your blood after I sock you one.

VEIRON: (glowers) Are you threatening me, mortal female? I find it highly unlikely that you would hit me. You need me after all. You wouldn't want to upset me. I'll play along though because I do find you amusing. I was an angel. That's what you want me to say, isn't it? Shall I outline my fall from grace and every sordid thing I have done since? I was an angel... and yes, I fell. Worse than that, I pledged allegiance to the Devil and became one of his angels. Angels can fall and redeem themselves, but if they change sides and join with the Devil, there is no turning back until death claims them and they are reborn. When I die, I will return to Heaven. For me, that is not a comfort. I no longer do the Devil's bidding. I have grown tired of him and the whole game between Heaven and Hell. I refuse to play anymore. I want to live a quiet life now and enjoy it. It is more difficult than you would think when you're high on the hit list of both sides. (sighs) I won't stop fighting for my freedom though, and I will have my vengeance.

FH: That was more of a moody statement of intent rather than talking about yourself, Veiron. You said you would play nice with me today. Now, answer my next question nicely. Your story is next in the series, but you had a role to play in the latest book too, Her Guardian Angel. Can you tell us about what happened in that story?

VEIRON: (huffs) Stage one of my revenge was successfully put into action. I have been through hell, no pun intended, with this eternal game between the two realms. Now I have finally given up going along with the Devil's desires and have taken a stand with the help of Marcus, the hero in that particular story. Amelia is safe for now but who is to say how long this peace can last? There are already pawns in motion and plans unfolding. I won't go down without a fight though. I won't go back. Never again. We made a stand and no matter what happens, I'll continue with what I've started.

FH: You've been through a lot in the past two thousand years, and have plenty of reason to be angry with a lot of people. Did it feel good to get your own back a little?

VEIRON: Insanely good. (grins) It is difficult to ignore the Devil. He holds sway over his minions as Heaven holds sway over the angels. Sometimes I find it hard to go against his orders but his power over me is weakening. He's less than pleased with what I did but he'll have to catch me if he wants to punish me, and since he can't leave Hell, well... I guess he's pretty *bleeped*. Did you just censor me?

FH: Yes. Not everyone wants to hear such foul language. I know you're a Hell's angel, but try to keep it clean. Can you give us any sneak peeks into your book in the Her Angel series?

VEIRON: Well, *bleep* me, I never knew you were such a prude about this sort of *bleeping* thing. Stop that.

FH: No! Now, answer my question.

VEIRON: *bleep* Hey! I didn't even swear then. I said 'fine'!

FH: Sorry. I was anticipating a rude word.

VEIRON: (huffs and shakes head) You have no faith in me. All Hell is breaking loose in my story. It's pandemonium. The wheels were set in motion far quicker than any of us anticipated and we certainly didn't expect that Erin would turn out to be a target. When Marcus and Amelia asked me to go to Hell, I knew it was important. They wouldn't ask me to risk my neck going back down there if it wasn't. I also knew that Marcus would never allow Amelia to head into Hell. It's too dangerous for her. If she dies... well, we just have to keep her alive at all costs. I went because I knew the land well and could move around relatively undetected and with only minor problems as long as I stayed away from the Devil. I certainly wasn't expecting to find such a beautiful and fiery woman as the object of my rescue mission.

FH: Your leading lady, Erin, goes through a lot in the story and is caught up in the same vicious game as you are. How did you feel when you met her, and when you realised that she was another pawn on the chessboard?

VEIRON: Erin is... well... she's amazing. She's beautiful, feisty, and really strong. She has to be. When I met her, I wasn't sure how to feel. I knew she was different to anyone I've met before and I wasn't blind or dumb enough not to notice that I couldn't keep my eyes off her during our journey out of Hell. When we made it out and she was safe, and I realised that it wasn't over, I was madder than hell. Erin is more than just another pawn. She's so much more important than that, both to me and to the game between Heaven and Hell. I won't let them have her though. I'll protect her, no matter what it takes or the cost.

FH: That's very romantic and very like you. You were involved with Taylor, who is now Einar's woman, and you met her again in Her Guardian Angel, and in your story too. Was it difficult for you, especially in your story?

VEIRON: Yes. It was a nightmare. I was happy for her when I realised that she had found someone who could love her and give her everything that she wanted and needed in life. Einar is a good man and he takes care of her. I was no good for her. We were no good for each other. Being apart from her really hurt at first, but my duty meant a lot more to me back then and she didn't want to be in Hell all the time, so it was never going to work. She was very understanding when I showed up on her doorstep with Erin, but I know it must have hurt her. I don't think Einar was impressed, but at least he didn't turn us away. Erin needed help and Einar was the safest person I could think of at the time.

FH: I'll ask some fun questions now to brighten the mood and stop you from giving too much away. Describe yourself in one word?

VEIRON: Dashing. (grins)

FH: You would say that. I would have gone with evil, annoying, egotistical, vicious... anyway. What's your favourite colour?

VEIRON: Red.

FH: Speaking of red. Is your scarlet hair colour natural?

VEIRON: Of course. I don't dye it to match my wings and eyes if that's what you're thinking! The carpet matches the curtains.

FH: Thank you for that outburst of TMI. Weapon of choice?

VEIRON: Swords. It should be spears, but... I went off them after falling. I like swords... but my demonic weapon is a double-ended spear.

FH: Caffeine has rather stimulating effects on angels. You're fallen and have gone over to the other side. Since you changed biologically, did it also change this about you?

VEIRON: What sort of question is that? That wasn't a fun question, and you said I was doing the whole too much information thing and then ask that! I don't really think it's any of your business whether caffeine still has me rock hard in two seconds flat.

FH: So it does! (grins when he blushes so red he matches his hair) It's good to hear that not everything changed about you when you switched sides.

VEIRON: *bleep* off. (grumbles) And stop saying I switched sides. It's not as though I had much *bleeping* choice. It's their fault that it happened and I will make them pay for it. They'll pay for every time they *bleeped* me or someone I love, and I will bathe Hell in a river of blood before I'm through. And stop censoring me! You're doing it on purpose now. I'm pretty certain some of what I said wasn't a swear word. It was. You 'bleeped' when I said 'wronged'. Oh, that's low. Now it reads as though they were screwing me and those I love. Honestly. I said they'll pay for every time they wronged me or someone I love... ah, so you didn't bleep that one then, huh?

FH: (smiles) You love me really. Thank you for meeting with me today and chatting. Is there anything else that you'd like to add?

VEIRON: I really hope you're not censoring every time I swear in my book, because that *bleep* will get pretty boring pretty quickly. Hah... man, you're funny... Uh, Erin and Taylor said I had to be polite and tell you that it was lovely being interviewed by you and I had a great time. So, yeah, thanks and all that. Now can I go?

FH: It's a little late for being polite but yes, you can go now. Thanks for the interview. After the trouble you've caused me in your book, I'm not surprised you couldn't help stirring up trouble in your interview too! Sometimes I pity Erin...


Remember: If you want a hero to answer your question, leave it in a comment on the post and I'll pass it on to the vampire / angel / demon / etc in question and he'll answer it for you!

Paranormal Romance Books for just $0.99 this weekend!

As part of my Birthday Bash event this weekend, April 6th-9th, I have discounted some of my paranormal romance books. There are three vampire romance novels (each over 130000 words long) available for less than a dollar / pound / euro and one angel romance novella.

Her Dark Angel is the first book in the Her Angel romance series, and Prophecy: Child of Light is the first book in my Vampires Realm series. There are new books out in these series this year. These two books are available on Amazon Kindle, Apple iBooks, BN Nook, Sony, etc.

Heart of Darkness and Love Immortal are both stand alone novels featuring two of my all-time favourite heroes. They're available through Amazon Kindle and also Smashwords (use coupon code provided).

Grab these discounted books while you can as prices will go back to normal on April 10th.



Heart of Darkness
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister...

Aleksandr Nemov won't stop until the last of the vampire hunter's progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves...

Elise is dedicated to her duty. It's the only thing she has left. All that changes when she meets Aleksandr in Prague and her master grants him permission to stay at her bloodline's mansion. She knows all about Aleksandr but none of it prepares her for how she feels when the legendary prince's hunt becomes one for her heart. Elise battles him with all of her strength but can she stop herself from falling for the handsome hunter? When he reveals the depth of the corruption in his soul, will she have the strength to face the pain in her past and do whatever it takes to save him?

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Love Immortal
Rescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she's ever seen, Lauren is dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed. There, she discovers that she's the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original werewolf.

With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed all of her predecessors?

Can she crack the armour around Julian's heart and seize her happily forever after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments of his heart after everything he's been through?

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Her Dark Angel
An angel without a mission, Apollyon lives trapped in Hell guarding the bottomless pit. Surrounded by endless darkness, he longs to fly free on Earth once more but his master hasn't called him in centuries. When the call finally comes, it's to serve a new master, a beautiful woman he has often watched over, a woman who has always captivated him.

Serenity is shocked when a gorgeous black-winged angel shows up in her city of Paris claiming that she called him when she was only casting a simple vengeance spell. He's no other than the angel of death! When Apollyon offers to obey her and help her have revenge on her cheating ex-boyfriend, she can't resist the temptation, but can she resist him? Can an angel as dark as Apollyon ever fall for a mortal woman like her?

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

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Prophecy: Child of Light
A vampire unlike any other, Prophecy lives life in the dark until the night she encounters Valentine, a gorgeous vampire who is both her enemy and the man who will change her life forever.

Convinced that the prophecy about her is wrong and unable to ignore the vision of them that he saw in her blood, Valentine goes against his orders to execute Prophecy and kidnaps her instead. The attraction between them grows as they search for the truth behind the prophecy, battle a dark evil that threatens to destroy the world, and attempt to evade their families and the Law Keepers.

When the truth about her is revealed, will Prophecy be strong enough to face it? Will they discover a way to save the world from Hell? And will they finally see past the hatred bred into them by their families and surrender to their love?

The first novel in the Vampires Realm series, Prophecy: Child of Light, is part one in an epic tale of love and war that is sure to capture your heart and leave you craving more.

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Free Paranormal Romance Book - Vampire for Christmas!

I know it isn't Christmas but it's certainly cold enough here in the UK to be the start of winter all over again! I've just made Vampire for Christmas FREE on various retailers so you can grab a copy of this vampire romance novella for absolutely nothing right now.


Vampire for Christmas
Felicity Heaton
It was one last mission. Shannon, a demon hunter with the agency, is looking forward to leaving behind the small town and the vampire she's been stuck with for the past two years. Things are getting complicated fast and she wants out. A fresh start, free of her vampire partner, awaits her if she can survive their final mission and the lonely Christmas holidays.

It was one last mission. Rafe, a vampire doing time with the agency, watches it approach with dread weighing heavily in his stomach. Two years of working with Shannon has been difficult, especially since he started falling for her, but he doesn't want their partnership to end. He has barely a few days to make her face her feelings and stop her from leaving, and he intends to do just that.

When a slimy demon threatens the season of peace and goodwill, it's the chance Rafe has been waiting for and the moment Shannon secretly fears. Rafe's determination to prise open her heart and her own resolve to keep it closed clash as violently as they do with the demon, and threatens to end as messily.

Can Rafe make Shannon see that his love for her is real and that she feels something for him too? Can Shannon face her fears and her past, and stop herself from running away from both? Will a wish on a star bring her what her heart truly desires—a vampire for Christmas?

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EXCERPTHis favourite prey.

Rafe stood on the lawn, his dark eyes following her from room to room in her large house. Shannon disappeared from view on the top floor only to reappear in the living room. He couldn't see much through the open curtains but his senses made up for what he lacked in vision. He tracked her with them, focusing until the dark world around him drifted into the distance and there was only her.

She was muttering.

A smile tugged at his lips.

How many times had he told her not to mutter?

She reappeared and stood in the middle of the living room, tying her long fair hair up into a ponytail, her gaze on the television. The twinkling lights hanging around the room cast a myriad of colours, turning the scene from warm to cold and back again. She looked pale tonight. Had she been getting enough sleep? They had last worked together two weeks ago and she hadn't seemed herself. He had tried to ask her what was wrong, but had failed to find his voice, instead leaving her to mull over whatever was bothering her in silence.

Rafe had killed the vampire that night. She hadn't even noticed it. He'd had to report it to the agency. In a toss up between her being angry with him for telling her superiors about her dangerous lack of concentration and her being safe, the latter would always win with him.

She smiled.

His chest ached.

He hadn't seen her smile in a long time. He stood in silence, unmoving, absorbing this rare beauty before him. She was a goddess when she smiled, and it always tugged at his insides, luring him to her. She turned towards the window and her smile slowly faded, her expression turning distant.

What was she thinking in there?

She couldn't see him. Human eyes weren't sharp enough to pick him out in the shadows of the tall trees on her lawn. The lights in the room would steal what little night-vision she had. He could observe her from the darkness without fear, could watch her and think over the things that plagued him every night.

The feelings.

During the day, Rafe could almost pretend they didn't exist. The sun stole the world from him and his emotions with it, leaving him in a deathly slumber. At night, when he came to her, when he saw her again, everything returned, and each time it came back stronger.

He knew that Shannon didn't like working with him, and the past two years had been difficult for them both at times, especially at the start, but it didn't stop him from feeling something for her. They had been through so much together, so many fights for their lives, so many long nights passed in quiet company when no demons showed up, and so many long conversations when her guard slipped. When they had first been assigned to each other, he had wanted out of the deal straight away, but now he almost looked forward to the times they were required to work together.

His dead heart called him a liar.

He didn't almost look forward to it at all. He waited for it. Yearned, in fact.

Rafe sighed and leaned back against the broad rough trunk of the pine tree.

It was no use anyway.

Come the New Year, the agency would separate them and relocate them at opposite ends of the country.

He stared at her. She swept a few rogue strands of golden hair back, tucking them into her messy ponytail, and laughed at something. The light from the television flickered across her face. Rafe smiled at the same time as she did. The sight of her chased the winter chill from his body.

He was going to miss her.

His little vampire hunter.

He had never wanted a partner, but she had changed that. Now, he didn't want any partner except her.

Shannon smiled again and zipped up her red jumper, until the tall collar of it covered her neck. She pushed shorter lengths of her hair behind her ears and then looked out of the window again, and he felt as though she was looking right at him. She was so beautiful when she was unaware of him. Naturally so too. No trace of make-up touched her oval face. No kohl to highlight the depths of her green eyes, or lipstick to enhance the sensual swell of her coral lips. Everything about her was natural, right down to her curvy shape. He had tended to her wounds a few times before, each time battling his desire as he swept his fingers over her soft skin and laid eyes on the toned body she hid beneath her clothes. She trembled for him sometimes and refused to look at him whenever she did, and he was convinced that her shivers weren't born of fear. He was convinced that part of her was attracted to him too. Her gaze shifted and settled on something partially obscured by the pale curtains.

He frowned and tried to make out what it was.

Ragged dark shape that tapered upwards. Shiny coloured lights. Glittering orbs. Tufted strings of foil.

A Christmas tree.

It surprised him that she celebrated the occasion. He had thought she would be indifferent to such human things since she was a demon hunter, but there she was, standing in a room bathed in twinkling lights, tinsel and festive trimmings. The entire street was alive with flashing reindeers, singing Santas, and fake snow on roofs. No decoration touched the outside of her two storey home, but it was different on the inside.

Rafe studied her as she adjusted a bauble on the tree. He might have been talking about her. The exterior she showed to him and others was different to how she was on the inside. He knew that best at times like these when he was watching her from the shadows. This was the real her, the one she hid beneath her armour and would never let him see. This was his only way of seeing the side of her that he wished she would show to him, and he couldn't help himself.

He told himself that it wasn't stalking. It was observing. It was hunting. It was having the chance to see the woman he wanted her to be around him and taking it.

Shannon moved away from the tree, towards the back of the house, her hips swaying in her snug blue jeans. His gaze slipped to her backside and he growled, desire spearing him in the gut. He loved the way she walked even when she thought no one was watching. There was something sexy about it, alluring. He cocked his head to one side and fought the urge that rose inside him.

It was useless.

She would never be his.

She had looked at him differently sometimes, almost as if he was human, but those moments rarely lasted. The barriers were swift to come back up, protecting her heart before he could reach out and capture it. During their past few hunts, he had struggled with the right words, trying to form them into a semblance of order and put his feelings in a way that she wouldn't reject outright, in a way that would make her see that his emotions were real and that he would never harm her. He had never found the perfect moment though, or the perfect words.

And time was running out.

The ticking clock made him reckless. It didn't matter anymore if she rejected him. He couldn't let the chance slip through his fingers again. It was now or never.

This was their last mission together.

He wouldn't leave without trying to make her see what he felt for her.

Shannon came out of the back room, her jacket in her left hand, and stopped in front of the Christmas tree again. She touched the same bauble she had before but this time her expression changed, turning troubled and distant. What was on her mind? Rafe had seen that look before, normally when she was lost in her thoughts, like the time he had reported to her superiors. They had told him not to worry about it and that they would speak with her. He wanted to be the one to speak to her about it. He wanted to know why she had joined the agency. She was young, barely over thirty, and she had never mentioned her family. Did her reason for hunting demons have something to do with them? Did it have anything to do with vampires?

He only hunted his own kind because the agency had him by the balls on several murder cases. He was a vampire. All of his species were susceptible to temptation and he was far from saintly. He had fought his addiction though and had come out the other side a better vampire for it. A stronger vampire because of it. He didn't kill anymore. He could control that side of him now, and maybe it was time he made the agency realise that and made them let him go.

Rafe shook his head at the way he sounded. Childish. Petulant. Everything that a vampire his age shouldn't be. And why? Because he didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to be reassigned to someone else, or sent off to work alone. He wanted to stay here, with Shannon, where he belonged.

She tugged her short black wool jacket on and Rafe knew it was time to make a move. She was expecting him and he had never been late before.

He moved further back into the shadows on her front garden when she approached the window. She didn't see him. She closed the curtains, hiding her from view, and he resorted to tracking her with his senses again.

A car passed along the street behind him. The sound of carol singers drifted on the chill breeze. Rafe looked up at the crisp night sky and the twinkling stars. Christmas. He couldn't remember if he had ever celebrated it.

He had forgotten so much about his former life on becoming a vampire.

His gaze dropped and stuck on something on her porch.

Mistletoe.

Rafe raised an eyebrow and then smiled as he left his hiding place and walked towards the front door.

Some traditions he definitely remembered from his life as a human.

* * * *

There was a knock at the door. Shannon knew from the impatient clip it had who would be waiting on the porch, and she took her time because of it. It wouldn't look good if she rushed to answer it. The last time she had opened the door within a minute, because she had been passing it at the time, Rafe had teased her the whole night about how she had been waiting for him on the other side, desperate to go out with him again, and how attracted to him she was.

Total crap of course.

She wouldn't be attracted to him if he was the last man on Earth. Shannon smiled to herself. He wasn't even a man. She would have to be down to the last vampire too before she would ever consider him in that way.

Shannon slipped a stake into the inside pocket of her thick black wool jacket and another into the back pocket of her dark jeans. It was always a good idea to be well armed when out on a hunt. She wasn't about to let the holiday season lure her into a false sense of security. Wretched demonkind didn't celebrate the occasion, and some of her busiest times had been over the Christmas period. Besides, the stakes weren't just for use on the bad vampires. Sometimes she considered using them on the apparently good vampires too.

Shannon opened the door.

Rafe stood on the other side, six feet plus of dark handsome devil perfectly capable of pushing every right button in a woman.

At least, every woman except her.

The left side of his sensual mouth tugged into a half smile that revealed the tip of a canine and his deep brown eyes slid up towards the porch ceiling. Her eyes followed out of curiosity.

Mistletoe.

Her gaze snapped back to him. He had to be kidding. He stared at her, dark eyes locked on hers in a silent challenge, and rocked expectantly on his heels. He clasped his hands behind his bottom, the action dragging his long black coat back too, revealing the athletic physique that his dark shirt failed to hide.

Shannon stepped backwards into the safety of her house.

Rafe frowned.

She could almost hear what he was thinking, could read it in his eyes. She didn't care if he thought she was rude because she had never invited him into her home. She had neglected to do so for good reason. It was handy at times like these when he was making her heart jitter and pulse race.

She was not going to kiss him.

There were a million reasons why, but she settled on the safety aspect because her heart couldn't overrule that one.

If she abided by tradition and kissed him, she would be placing herself firmly within his grasp, and that was a place she didn't want to be. What would start as a harmless festive kiss would end as a bloodbath with his fangs in her throat. Just the thought of it happening shook her deep inside, dredging up memories best left forgotten and pain she had fought to erase. She would never let anything like that happen again.

Never.

Rafe continued to stare, his dark gaze cool but demanding.

Sometimes, Shannon wished the agency hadn't paired them together. She had never wanted to work with one of nature's freaks. She just wanted to kill them and get revenge for what they had done to her and her family.

"Never going to happen." Shannon pushed past him, slammed the door behind her, and locked it. She didn't break her stride. Before he could respond, she was at the end of her garden path and walking towards the centre of town.

She didn't hear him move. One moment he wasn't there, and the next he was keeping pace beside her. Her heart leapt at his sudden appearance.

"I told you not to do that." She drew her hand away from her back pocket. It had jumped to the stake on instinct. One of these days, he was going to surprise her and she was going to give him a nasty surprise of her own.

"No need for that." He appeared on the other side of her, his hand slipping over hers and easing it away from the stake. He smiled at her, his cool fingers lingering against hers. "There is a no staking your partner policy at the agency, remember?"

Shannon snatched her hand back and wished she didn't remember. It was the only thing stopping her from killing him. A quiet voice at the back of her mind whispered that it wasn't the only reason she couldn't bring herself to stake him. She shooed it away.

"So, where are we heading?" Rafe's deep voice swept around her, bathing her in warmth she tried to deny, and she kept her gaze fixed ahead. If she pretended he wasn't there, she might just make it through the next few hours, and then she was home free. It was one last mission.

For some reason, that caused a dull ache to settle inside her.

She had thought she would be happy. She should be happy. No more working with the enemy. They were reassigning her to warmer climes and a partner-free role. She had proven herself worthy of working alone, just as she had wanted from the start of her career with the agency, and she was finally getting that wish.

So why wasn't she happy?

"Town," Shannon said distractedly, frowning at the pavement and trying to piece together an answer to her own question. There had to be a reason and it couldn't be the vampire walking beside her. She had grown used to him. That's all it was. He had become a sort of friend. The only person she actually spoke to apart from her handler and a few people at the agency, and she had never told them a thing about herself. She had never talked them, not as she had to Rafe. Shannon cursed herself. She should have kept her distance and not gotten involved, just as she had planned, but two years was too long to work with someone without saying anything to them.

Rafe had slipped in unnoticed, had passed the first of her defences and somehow got her talking one night, and since then, she couldn't stop her mouth sometimes. Sometimes it all became too much and she had to speak to someone, and he was always there, willing to listen to her silly troubles and doubts about her ability to hunt, her skill, and her future with the agency.

And he always reassured her, and made her feel better.

"Anywhere particular in town?" Rafe said and her attention snapped back to him. She stared up at him, still half lost in her thoughts, and found herself looking straight into his eyes. Windows to the soul. Rafe's hid nothing from her. They betrayed everything that he was feeling, and sometimes it frightened her.

Not when he was showing his vampire side. His pale eyes didn't scare her or the malice that she saw in them, the hunger for violence and bloodshed. It was this side of him that scared her. The gentle side. The one who looked at her with warmth and undeniable affection.

"Are you feeling alright?" He cocked his head to one side, his gaze holding hers, sparkling with tender concern.

Shannon forced her eyes down to the pavement and studied the cracks as she walked, unable to bring her voice above a whisper.

"I'm fine."

There was a long pause, full of expectation and unspoken things.

Sometimes, when this feeling washed over her, she had a sense that he wanted to say something to her. He never had though, and she often found herself wondering what it was he couldn't put a voice to.

"So, where are we going? Into town, or beyond town... perhaps you called me all the way out here on a freezing cold night just to make me go gift shopping with you. If that is the case, I have to say it is in poor taste, as I am a vampire... I do not celebrate Christmas as you do."

"I don't." Shannon wished she could take those two words back. They were going to cause questions that she didn't want to answer. She glanced at Rafe, briefly making eye contact, and then looked away to her right, her gaze eating the streetlamp lit grass and shrubs that she walked past. He sighed but said nothing. She waited a moment longer, afraid that he might just be building up to it, and then released the breath she had been holding. "The report states that there was a demon sighting in the local cemetery just outside the town centre."

"Cemetery?" Rafe sounded positively disgusted.

She glanced at him again. He looked it too. He seemed to take it as a personal affront whenever they had to hunt demons in places like old churches, cemeteries and disused factories.

"Some demons have no taste."

Shannon smiled. "Speak for yourself."

He frowned at her but it didn't stick. It melted into a smile that threatened to steal her breath and she averted her gaze again. What was she doing? Her heart skittered about in her throat and she knew he would be listening to it, and he would know that he was affecting her. She could do this.

It was just one more mission.

And then she would be able to escape these feelings.

She was not going to fall for him.

He was a vampire. She was a hunter.

Her gaze snuck back to him, studying his noble profile, and her heart thudded hard against her chest.

There was no love more forbidden than this.

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Welcome to My Birthday Bash Event!

Between April 6th and 9th, I am having a fantastic birthday bash event full of amazing offers on my paranormal romance books, FREE books, games and competitions, excerpts, character interviews, and more.
Don't miss your chance to download FREE books, read excerpts and character interviews, play the competitions and be in with a shot at winning a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate!

I will update the Birthday Bash page soon with the schedule of events for today and link them up as the event happens, so that's the first place to check whenever you stop by this weekend. I'll finish making some changes to my blog shortly so you'll be able to see all the discounted and free books in the side bars as they become available.

It's going to be a very busy weekend on my blog but I'm looking forward to it and I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than with all my fantastic readers!

What paranormal romance books should I read?

As many of you know, I'm away soon on a jaunt around Europe by train (my husband's way of getting to the Barca vs Real Madrid classico when I didn't want to fly so soon after my ear operation - and they say women are devious). So, I'll have three weeks of travel to fill with books and some long train journeys (over 7 hours for two of them) that will need entertainment to stave off boredom. There's only so much time a girl can spend staring out of the window / talking to her better half. He'll be practicing his Spanish and other languages anyway.

I want to take my Kindle with me because it's a nightmare to carry enough clothes for three weeks in a backpack let alone carrying paperbacks too.

I am getting some amazon.co.uk vouchers for my birthday so I'll be looking to spend those...

Here's the books I was considering buying:

Larissa Ione's Demonica Series - Desire Unchained, Passion Unleashed
(I've read the first book, and own Ecstasy Unveiled in pb)

Gena Showalter's LOTU Series: The Darkest Surrender, The Darkest Seduction 
(I have them in pb but will buy Kindle so I can read them on my travels)

Lara Adrian's Midnight Breed Series: Darker After Midnight
(I own this in pb but will buy Kindle as I have the rest of the series in both formats)

Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark Series
(I've read A Hunger Like No Other years back and gave it a 2 star. Just didn't like it but willing to give the series a second chance if people say it gets better)

Anything else I should consider buying?

Here's the books on my Kindle right now:

Lara Adrian's Midnight Breed Series: Deeper Than Midnight

Gena Showalter's Atlantis Series: The Nymph King, The Vampire's Bride

J R Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood Series: Lover Eternal
(I have Lover Avenged too but that's book 7, and have Crave in her fallen angels series, but that's book 2... not read book 1)

Lynsay Sands Argeneau Vampires Series: Vampires Are Forever, Vampire Interrupted, The Rogue Hunter... and up to book 13 in the series

Dani Harper's Changeling Moon

Karen Marie Moning's Darkfever

Jacquelyn Frank's Nightwalker Series: Jacob

Oh, what shall I read?

Manday Hotties - get your mancandy fix!

It's time for the Manday Hotties Hop again! Be sure to follow the links in the list below to get your full fix of hot sexy mancandy this Monday.

It's colder again, probably because it's my birthday soon and it clearly wants to rain on that day... so no fully summery hotties this week... but still some sexy mancandy offerings!




That last one is one that I shared with Kat recently because it makes me think of Snow... Give him longer white hair and I could be seeing my man from behind... and what a lovely behind!



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Cover Reveal: Her Demonic Angel

I revealed the cover for HER DEMONIC ANGEL in my March newsletter so I thought that since a month had passed I would share it with everyone know. I'd love to know whether this cover has you excited about the fifth book in my popular angel romance series or not.

The hero for Her Demonic Angel is Veiron. He was in Her Guardian Angel too and he's a Hell's angel... hence all that fire on the cover!


Are you excited now about the book?