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December 7, 2021
Immortal Legacies: Author Interview with Ariel Dawn
A Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Vampire Anthology
[image error]Blood and Bones by Ariel DawnSome bonds are stronger than blood.
When eighteen-year-old Ava and her boyfriend attend a party on campus, things turn from fun to deadly rather quickly. As Ava bleeds out on the concrete floor, the angel of death comes…only he’s not an angel. And he isn’t quite dead either.
Cassius Aurelia finds a young college student fighting for her life on the floor of a frat house basement, and he can’t turn away. His bite will save her life, but it will also bring forth a litany of consequences for the both of them that neither may be ready for.
Blood & Bones is actually a prequel to In The Blood, which part of the Forevermore Series. It is the first book in the spinoff series, Ava Crowley, Vampire Slayer.
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Interview with Ariel DawnI grew up an avid reader and daydreamer. As a creative soul, I enjoy many forms of expression aside from writing. I am a photographer, an artist, a cosplayer, a gamer, a foodie and a self-professed geek. When I’m not at a convention in cosplay, writing love stories, or editing photos; I can often be found reading with a cup of tea, running my Instagram Wrong Turn Romance, entertaining friends and family with great food, and playing video games or board games with my retro gamer husband.
Q: How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
I started writing last year during the pandemic. I released my first short story in April of 2020, and then signed up for an anthology and wrote my first book, and it has been a wild roller coaster ride ever since… I initially wrote my first short story with the intent that if it was the only thing I ever published, I’d be happy. Then I wrote In The Cards, and In The Blood, and a year later I have six published titles and at least 3 series, plus a co-written series and there’s so much more to come.
Q: What currently compels you to write?
My characters probably. They don’t shut up until I write their story, honestly. But mostly, I think a lot of my writing is propelled by the fact that I’ve always been a creative person, and I’ve ALWAYS written stories; I just never shared those stories with anyone until last year. The support and success I have had definitely fuels me to keep going. Readers who love my stories definitely helps keep me going, and the support from them, my family, friends and author friends I’ve met help too.
Q: Where do your characters come from?
I have no idea. They just sort of emerge, and I feel like I know them. Their inner desires, their quirks, their flaws. I’m definitely inspired by the stories I’ve loved, the media I grew up with, and the stories I want to read. I grew up with heroines like Buffy and Xena, and that definitely influences my writing and characters as well. I also like to flip tropes and character expectations, so a lot of times I think about a character and how I can flip the trope.
Q: Who is a favorite character that you’ve written?
Ava Crowley & Cassius Aurelia from the Forevermore Series/ Ava Crowley, Vampire Slayer Seriesare my top favorites, because they are both so genuine in who they are, and their relationship is so much fun to write. Cas is not this typical vampire, and I just love him and all his flaws, his personality. Ava is such a badass, tough and resilient with a great sense of humor, but she isn’t perfect. She messes up constantly, is headstrong, and has flaws of her own- and she owns that.
After Ava & Cas, I’d have to say Jade Hollow & Ranger Woods from the Shifters Of Starfall Creek Series with Quell T. Fox are favorites as far as attachment. Jade is similar to Ava, but she’s more…aggressive and feisty than Ava. She knows what she wants, and she doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way, and even in the face of adversity she stands her ground. She’s also not perfect, and sometimes she causes fires when she shouldn’t, but she grows from that throughout the series, and I LOVE writing that journey. Seeing where she started and where she ends up. Ranger is the first male I’ve written who *spoiler alert* isn’t straight, and his attitude and personality are so much fun. He’s a reader favorite, and one of my favorite characters I’ve ever written.
Eden Boracelli from the Forevermore Series is also a favorite of mine I’ve written because she’s an amazing villain who you hate, but also understand.
Q: What’s the one question you always like when people ask authors? And please answer.
I don’t have an answer for that! I love all the questions!!
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November 30, 2021
An Improper Derailment: Chapter 19
sauran she’s come to accept as gentle as the butterfly she is named for.
Start the series from the beginning…
Mary picked her way through the tall grass.Kim, a fair distance to her left grazed and occasionally would cavort. There was really no other word for it. The sauran would bounce and spring, and practically dance in circles. It was rather charming, even if it did make the ground jump.
It was the primary reason Mary was keeping a safe distance from the animal as they continued to travel in a southwestern direction. She didn’t want to accidentally be pranced upon.
Mary stayed near the sauran while the men were out foraging. She was as safe as she could be near the beast. A thought that came naturally to her now. A thought that would have been so foreign a few days earlier.
Kim made a mournful lowing, and Mary glanced up. Kim nosed into the dirt, either complaining that the bug she was chasing had gone to ground, or maybe she had spied one of those prairie dogs.
Mary cast about looking for Marshall or Hanska. Neither man was visible. Clouds gathered low on the horizon to the east, and Mary could make out the faint rumble of thunder. There didn’t seem to be any wind, but she was learning that didn’t mean anything. The air could be still as a statue one minute, and the next it could be roaring so fiercely it could sweep whatever it wanted away with it, people, animals, buildings.
As a precaution, she meandered closer to the sauran. She too seemed to sense something building to the east.
Mary reached out her hand and made the soft cooing sounds Hanska had taught her. The large tric settled and Mary ran her hand over the warm rough skin of the beast’s neck.
The tric lowed and shifted, almost nervously.
“Me too, me too,” Mary said. She didn’t like the atmosphere suddenly.
“Adi, adi,” she said the command for Kim to lower and bend her leg so she could be climbed.
Mary climbed with carefully practiced foot placements.
About halfway up, Kim shifted with a loud grunt.
“No, you infernal beast!” Mary cried as she fell back, landing on her less than her normally padded backside. She had discarded the bustle early on, once their travels left the sophistication of the rail car.
Kim nosed at her.
Mary took advantage of the beast, and wrapped her hands around the nose horn, and allowed Kim’s momentum to lift her to her feet. Once upright, Mary began scolding the animal and brushing down her skirts. She wasn’t exactly sure why she bothered. Everything was already covered in dust. Another layer wouldn’t change that.
The roll of thunder seemed even closer. The impending storm must have upset the animal.
“Adi, adi,” Mary tried again.
She successfully made all the way up Kim’s back, and was just settling herself on the saddle blanket when she heard shouting. Looking up, she saw Hanska running toward them, waving his arms frantically. Mary couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“Well, go on,” she tried to coax Kim to move. It seemed silly to make the man run all the way to them, when with a few steps Kim could cover yards.
Whatever he was yelling, Kim seemed to understand. She bowed so that in a few agile Steps Hanska was crouched on the beast’s back, next to Mary.
“Hold tight,” he directed.
“Where’s Marshall? What’s happening?”
“Marshall is coming. He needs to run faster.”
The rumble of thunder grew louder, and this time the sound was constant and heading toward them. Thunder didn’t stay constant.
Mary stood and held onto Kim’s frill, so she could see what was approaching.
First, she saw Marshall, running like Hanska had been. And then she saw it, them. The cloud masked their shapes, but Mary knew it was cattle.
Hanska barked a command and Kim lowered her head. Mary squealed as the frill lowered, and the surface she stood on lowered. Hanska placed an arm around her middle.
“Brace,” he said.
“But Marshall?”
“He will…”
Hanska’s words were lost to the pounding of hooves as they were surrounded by cattle. Mary had thought the smell of a sauran was offensive. The mass of bovine bodies smelled less like grass and fresh air, as she had come to associate with Kim, but of the reek and stink of manure. But amplified.
Kim bellowed as she faced into the mass of steak dinners on legs, but she did not move.
As suddenly as they were set upon, the onslaught was over.
Mary coughed to clear her lungs of stirred-up dust. She couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of her.
“Marshall!” She yelled.
She couldn’t fathom having lost him beneath the hooves of that running hoard.
Coughing came from somewhere below Mary’s perch on the sauran’s back.
“Down here,” Marshall said between coughs.
Mary slid off the sauran’s back, and tackled Marshall in a hug.
“Hey, take it easy. I made it to safety between Kim’s legs just in time.”
Mary blinked back unexpected tears, but she didn’t let go of Marshall. “She’s a good tric isn’t she?”
“Good girl Kim,” Marshall laughed, and kissed the beast on the side of her leg, and then kissed Mary on the temple.
What perils will Mary face next on her journey to regaining the railway? Find out in the next installment…
©2021 Lulu M SylvianNovember 29, 2021
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November 24, 2021
Immortal Legacies: Author Interview with McKayla Schutt
A Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Vampire Anthology
[image error]Shade Games Francis by McKayla SchuttFrancis Schacter craves one thing more than blood…a cure for his curse.
He made the mistake of crossing a new witch and has been dealing with the clumsiness of a human. Keeping the secret from everyone hasn’t been easy, especially from his King, who can read minds with ease. During one of his night walks in the mountain, he causes a car to go off the edge. When he rescues Amber from her crushed car, something in his soul awakes. The curse says it will end when he completes the bond of mates, but convincing Amber they are meant to be isn’t easy.
Stability is all Amber Howard wants, and so far, she’s found it as the Mermaid’s human assistant. Finding her job wasn’t easy, and she’ll fight like hell to make sure she doesn’t have to go to bed hungry ever again. The night Francis makes her crash her car, she’s pulled into a new world of darkness and shadows. Part of her wants him, but the way he avoids certain topics makes her suspicious. Her choices will determine the future for vampires all over the world.
Keep reading for McKayla’s interview and a short excerpt from
Shade Games Francis
McKayla loves to write books about sexy werewolves, hot dragons, witches and more. Now a USA Today Bestselling Author!
She’s a stay at home mom of two in the state of Wyoming. Born in California, she misses the hot weather all the time. Her goal- to write as many sexy books as possible. However, being a mom of two little ones can take time but she is pushing to finish her work to get more books out for her lovely fans.
Ever since she was little, she wanted to be a writer, but doubters said that it would be impossible to make money at it. She is pushing herself hard to show them they are wrong.
She would like to remind everyone to review what you read, it’s important!
Q: How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
I’ve been writing since high school but I started publishing in 2015. I started writing to help move past a trauma as a child.
Q: What currently compels you to write?
My love of stories.
Q: Where do your characters come from?
Sometimes it’s my dreams and sometimes they just come to me while I’m writing.
Q: Who is a favorite character that you’ve written?
I would think Magnis was the most interesting, he kept appearing in different series then I finally caved and gave him his own book.
Q: What’s the one question you always like when people ask authors?
And please answer. What’s your favorite book you’ve written, and my answer is always my first book. Imprinted: The Beginning but it’s being re-written now.
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Amber leaned over and hit the button on her phone to end the call quickly as another turn raced up to meet her. Her phone beeped three times, and she glanced over at the screen for a second. When her eyes returned to the road, her heart leapt into her throat and her foot slammed on the brakes. A person in all black stood in the middle of the fucking road!
Her back end kicked out to the right, and before she could correct her car, she was falling down a cliff. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as the rush of adrenaline raced through her blood and a scream burst past her lips. The seatbelt bit into her flesh as the airbags popped all around her when the roof hit the ground hard. But it wasn’t over as it flipped again, going down the cliff backward. Another flip shattered her front window, the glass cutting up the airbags. Panic surged through Amber’s blood as she continued down the side of the mountain.
The back end slammed into the side of a tree and glass shattered all around her, cutting at her face and arms. I’m going to die! She wanted to scurry away, but her muscles were all seized up. The car slowly shifted against the huge tree. Metal groaned, and she turned to see the same man in all black at her door.
“How?” she asked as he yanked off the car door, tossing it down the rest of the way to the ground. He broke her seatbelt and yanked her out with ease as the car tried to snatch her away. She wrapped her arms around the male’s neck and clung to him. “Thank you.”
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November 16, 2021
Immortal Legacies: Author Interview with Gemma Cates
A Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Vampire Anthology
[image error]Dare the Devilish Vampire by Gemma CatesA monster hunter who’d rather be a mom.
Maddie
Hunting, capturing, and killing the creatures of the night. As a Van Helsing, that should be my calling. But my deepest desire is to have a child of my own.
I can’t leave the life, because I don’t know any other way to exist. And if I gathered my courage and tried? My family would never let me leave.
I can’t raise a child in the midst of all this violence.
It’s a vicious cycle, and I see no way out.
I’m trapped by the blood that runs through my veins and the training I can’t ever forget. I can never have what my heart yearns for.
A vampire who’s turned his back on humanity.
Luke
For centuries, humans have provided me with blood and sex, no more.
Until I’m mated with a human.
A Van Helsing.
My one chance to build a family, and Fate paired me with the offspring of a genocidal clan.
Not so long ago, the Van Helsings hunted my kind, murdering all in their path whether we sipped or gorged on our prey.
The Van Helsing clan staked my maker. Not so great a loss as the friends who also fell to their blades.
And I was expected to mate with the spawn of these murderers or have my line die out.
An almost impossible choice.
A reluctant monster-hunting human and a human-hating vampire are matched by Fate. Their only shared desire a child. Can they overcome the past to discover a deeper bond?
Keep reading for Gemma’s interview, and an exciting excerpt from Dare the Devilish Vampire
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Interview with Gemma CatesGemma Cates writes flirty vampire and shifter romances with plenty of the steamy stuff and a solid dash of humor. If you’re looking for hot paranormal fun and laughter, she’s happy to oblige.
When Gemma’s not cooking up new happily-ever-afters for her fanged and clawed heroes and heroines, she might be writing books in other, sweeter genres. (She’ll never tell.)
Check out her Almost Human Vampire Romances, Dragon Shifters Do It, and Van Helsing Sisters Adventures.
Q: How long have you been a writer and how did you come to writing?
I’ve been writing fiction professionally for about seven years and as Gemma Cates for about a year. I’ve always been an avid reader, but writing my own stories is even better than reading! (Most of the time…)
Q: What currently compels you to write?
So many stories waiting in the queue! So, so many!
Q: Where do your characters come from?
I take a slice of a person’s character (fictional or real) and then I expand on that using research and personal experience to create a completely fictional character. Building people from the ground up is definitely one of the fun parts of writing.
Q: Who is a favorite character that you’ve written?
My favorite character is almost always the one I’m writing right now. That happens to be a nerdy hot dragon who’s fallen for a writer in my Dragons Do It Nerdier book.
Q: What’s the one question you always like when people ask authors?
I always love to hear about other author’s writing processes, especially if they have tricks for gaming their motivation. I like to run writing sprints with friends, change up my writing location, and chart my progress on projects.
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Excerpt from Dare the Devilish VampireI walked into the coffee shop and scanned the small number of patrons. No way Tyler-no-last-name was one of these normals. Most of them were like me, just here to work, except they were toiling away on a laptop instead of meeting a client.
The scent of baked goods lured me to the counter after I claimed my favorite table at the back. Carbs and caffeine with a healthy dose of fat and sugar added in would go a long way to righting my off-kilter mood.
As I waited in line behind a plain black coffee drinker, I heard the jangle of the shop door’s bells.
It was instinct to clock the comings and goings of those around me. To be cognizant of the dangers that lurked in every corner, under every bed, behind every door.
Life as a monster hunter was filled with knowledge that occasionally weighed a little too heavily, and the daylight hours were usually my reprieve. The monsters I hunted almost exclusively clung to the darkness, where they could prey out of sight from the mainstream view of humanity.
Almost exclusively.
Accompanying the sound of those bells was a distinct prickle of awareness. One that warned I’d been joined in this small coffee shop by something “other.”
I shifted slightly, just enough to catch the newest addition in my peripheral vision.
After a pause, he—because the creature who’d entered the shop was in all ways masculine—walked to the counter to stand in line behind me.
As I ordered and paid for my espresso with half-and-half and my iced sugar cookie, I could feel his eyes on me.
There was a monster in line behind me, and he was checking out my ass.
I was also pretty sure he was my client.
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Join bestselling and award-winning authors as they cross the threshold into worlds filled with mouth-watering creatures of the night. Packed with desire and passion, these drool-worthy vampires are determined to capture the hearts of their fated mates.
Give in to your cravings with Immortal Legacies. One bite could change your life.
November 9, 2021
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When darkness falls, the vampires emerge…
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Give in to your cravings with Immortal Legacies. One bite could change your life.
September 24, 2021
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September 14, 2021
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August 31, 2021
An Improper Derailment: Chapter 18
Catch up with Chapter 17…Start the series from the beginning…
The fire danced into the sky.
Marshal crouched on the far side of the fire from Mary as he did something more substantial than just poking at it. With his attention on the flames and the meal, he tended Mary let her eyes rest on his form.
She had watched Janey’s husband poke at a fire a time or two, it never did anything, and he always had to call in the parlor-maid to deal with it. The flames seemed to have spread out under Marshall’s knowledgeable ministrations.
He sat back on his heels. He was a big man, built for action. Yet he had put up with her impertinent attitude much longer than Mary would have. His focus was on the flames, and then on the gutted rabbit speared on a spit.
She admired how deftly he checked and turned the meat with long practically graceful fingers. Had he been born into a family of means they most certainly would have had him musically trained. He would have played the piano most beautifully.
“Mary.”
He would be a lovely singer with the tones of his voice. She particularity found herself enjoying the way her name sounded when he said it.
“Mary.”
Oh, Marshall was saying her name. “What?”
“Shh,” he lifted his finger to his lips. “Your humming was getting louder.”
“I wasn’t…” She hadn’t been humming. Had she?
He pointed behind her.
Several yards away, Kim let out a rumbling sound that Mary had learned was a content noise that beasts of her ilk made. After several days of travel and camping Mary, while still wary of the beast, grew accustomed to the dusty earth and grass smell.
Hanska slept peacefully tucked up next to his sauran. He worked tirelessly, hunting, and keeping Kim under control. He deserved his well-earned rest, especially after bringing in such a feast for their dinner. Not only had he snared a nice big hare, but he found a tree full of plumbs.
“Don’t eat all of these tonight, save some for our breakfast,” he said when he had displayed the bounty.
“Can’t we just go pick more?” Mary had asked.
She realized it had been a stupid question by the expression on Hanska’s face. He had probably walked for miles before he had found the fruit.
“Right,” she said chagrinned.
Both men had kept her safe, fed her, and were making sure she would get to her destination. And all she managed to do was sit around admiring their skills and fortitude. She couldn’t even claim to be halfway attractive at this point. She needed a bath. She tentatively touched her hair, probably permanently tied into a knot on the top of her head. She flinched and began rubbing at her nose, not certain if she cleared away the smudge of soot she was certain was there, or if she was making it worse. She wasn’t even decorative.
Marshall crooked his fingers at her, beckoning her to his side of the fire.
She crawled over the rock she had perched upon and sat in the dirt next to him.
“What’s with the frown? One second you were happy and humming, the next you looked like you want to cry.”
At the sound of his words, Mary did want to cry. She looked at him for a long moment, composing her words.
“I’ve come to the realization that I am completely useless. Without a society to be out in, I have nothing of value. If anything the past few days have helped me to realize society is tenuous at best. How quickly we went from social order to chaos and survival when those bandits attacked the train. And here I am, the woman in this small party, and I have no skills.”
“I was just thinking about how well you’ve been putting up with all of this. And now you go and impress me.”
He wiped a handkerchief across his brow. Smearing more dirt into the sweat on his brow. Mary plucked the square of fabric from his hands and reaching up, wiped his brow clean.
Her breathing stopped and her pulse raced as realization of her actions crashed into her as she placed the handkerchief back into Marshall’s large hand.
His thumb folded over the back of her had, holding it in place. She couldn’t take her eyes from their hands.
With a clearing of his throat, Marshall let go of her. “What do you mean you have no skills?”
“Well, I don’t know how to hunt or fish. I’m sure I could pick fruit or berries, but I have actually never done so. I certainly don’t know how to start or tend a fire. Or cook. I am useless. I have no skills. I can’t even ride a horse.”
“Oh, that can’t be Mary. I’m sure you were raised with the more refined skills that a lady needs to possess. I’d wager you play the piano quite well, and that your needlework is as delicate as the eyelash on a hummingbird.”
Mary didn’t think she had heard anything so poetic in all of her days. She had to blink a moment to clear her thoughts.
“My needlework is atrocious. I’m always stabbing myself and bleeding on the floss, ruining everything. And I’m embarrassed to admit, that while I do enjoy listening to fine musicians I never developed an ear or talent for creating music myself. I cannot play.”
“Not even the piano? Shame, even I can coax a recognizable tune from a piano.”
“I’m sure you can. After all your fingers are so long and skill full. My hands are small with stumps of fingers.” Mary had her hands up, fingers splayed before she realized in her prattling she admitted to noticing Marshall’s long fine fingers. She stared at the backs of her own hands and prayed that he had not noticed her indelicate speech.
He spread his own hands, palms up, and placed them against Mary’s.
“I’d agree your hands are mighty small. But I think I’d use the term delicate before I ever considered stumpy.”
Mary panicked at the touch. She pulled her hands back quickly instead of enjoying his touch as she wanted so desperately to do.
“I think I’d rather have capable hands over delicate ones.”
Marshall didn’t seem affronted by her sudden movement. He lifted the long stick he had tended to the fire with before and handed it to Mary.
“How about we start now,” he said.
“Start what?”
“Turning those delicate hands of yours into capable ones. Have you ever tended a fire?”
“Oh no, that’s not appropriate. That’s what the help is for.”
“Sounds like you’re saying you don’t want this?”
“Sorry,” she gulped. “I was merely attempting to coney my utter lack of knowledge on the subject. I’ve seen the maid poke at a fire and it seems to come back to life. And I’ve seen my dear sister’s husband to the same to no avail. It all simply looks like poking.”
Marshall chuckled. “In a way it is. But you want to poke with purpose. You see fire needs oxygen to burn. It’s like us, it needs air to live. But too much and it goes out.”
As he spoke he directed Mary’s hand to fat stick in the fire. Together they poked and lifted exposing the burning wood.
“What you want to do is find the places the fire is being smothered by ash, and lift it back into the air. Shift things around a bit so that air can get in.”
As they poked, the fire jumped higher. Startled Mary fell back with a small exclamation of surprise.
“There, you got it. Now get back up here.” Marshall held the stick out to Mary.
Showing her how to balance on her feet, so she could scurry away from the flames if need be.
“Don’t stoke the flames too high, we want to roast this hare, not burn it.” Marshall released his guiding hold on the stick and eased back while Mary continued to identify areas that were in need of air.
The work was hot, and smoke got in her face. The feeling of accomplishment was almost as giddy as the feeling she got when she looked over her shoulder to see Marshall grinning at her.
Will Mary dispose of her learned manners and adapt to the ways of living off the land? Find out in the next installment…
©2021 Lulu M SylvianAugust 18, 2021
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