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April 10, 2019
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December 5, 2018
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Here are the results of the-- Shades of Red book 2, Scarlet--Giveaway:1. Tamara K.2. Amber H.3. Rachel G.4. Debra B.5. Sarah M.If one of these is your name, CHECK your EMAIL BOX. I've already sent out email notices to the winners!!Thanks for entering, have a great day! Keep entering my giveaways and contests!Here are my links - feel free to follow me on social media for news and updates! :)Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/TLChristiansonpage/Twitter - https://twitter.com/christianson_tlInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/tlchristiansonwrites/Bookbub - https://www.bookbub.com/profile/t-l-christiansonGoodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18093107.T_L_ChristiansonNow, if you're still sad about not picking up a prize - follow this link and I'll mail you a Bookmark!(Until I run out) https://goo.gl/forms/foNHwlAoyldVZmwI2Hugs!!!T.L. Christianson
Here are the results of the-- Shades of Red book 2, Scarlet--Giveaway:1. Tamara K.2. Amber H.3. Rachel G.4. Debra B.5. Sarah M.If one of these is your name, CHECK your EMAIL BOX. I've already sent out email notices to the winners!!Thanks for entering, have a great day! Keep entering my giveaways and contests!Here are my links - feel free to follow me on social media for news and updates! :)Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/TLChristiansonpage/Twitter - https://twitter.com/christianson_tlInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/tlchristiansonwrites/Bookbub - https://www.bookbub.com/profile/t-l-christiansonGoodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18093107.T_L_ChristiansonNow, if you're still sad about not picking up a prize - follow this link and I'll mail you a Bookmark!(Until I run out) https://goo.gl/forms/foNHwlAoyldVZmwI2Hugs!!!T.L. Christianson
December 2, 2018
Release week is here! Scarlet will be released Dec. 4th!!
Oh my goodness! All my hard work is starting to come together this week! Scarlet - Shades of Red, book 2 will be live this Thursday, December 4th! You all who pre-ordered will get your book wirelessly delivered! I'm doing a Release part ALL WEEK LONG, so I'll post the schedule here. I have some amazing authors and bloggers who are going to join us!!RSVP hereRelease Schedule of Guest AuthorsTuesday, December 4, 2018 - MST8:00 AM - 10:00 AM Author T.L. Christianson - Welcome and Intro :)10:00 AM - 11:00 AM Author Rachel Rawlings11:00 AM - 12:00 PM Author R. A. Boyd12:00 PM - 1:00 PM Author L. Ann1:00 PM - 2:00 PM Author Tanya L Harris2:00 PM - 3:00 PM Blogger Ira Myriam3:00 PM - 4:00 PM Author Alexandra Reed4:00 PM - 5:00 PM Author Elle Madison5:00 PM - 6:00 PM Author Briana Michaels6:00 PM - 7:00 PM Author Leta Hawk7:00 PM - 8:00 PMAuthor B.C. Morin8:00 PM - 9:00 PM Author Stephanie Nichole Wednesday, December 5, 20185:00 PM - 6:00 PM Author Jade Thorn6:00 PM - 7:00 PM Author Robin D. MahleThursday, December 6, 20187:00 PM - 8:00 PM Author Ariz BruneFriday, December 7, 20181:00 PM - 2:00 PM Author Joel CrofootSaturday, December 8, 20183:00 PM - 4:00 PM Author Kate Bonham
November 13, 2018
Shades of Red Giveaway!!!
I'm giving away four awesome prizes! They'll be drawn on December 4th, 2018~!!Enter now!!! 1. A Kindle Fire, HD 82. A brass locket from my latest book, Scarlet, Taming the Thirst, Shades of Red - #2.3. A paperback of Crimson, Secrets and Lies of a Living Vampire, Shades of Red - #1.4. A paperback of Scarlet, Shades of Red - #2.To enter, go to this link: https://bit.ly/2DzXWuM
November 5, 2018
~~ Owen's Deleted Scene - unedited ~~
This scene takes place right after Crimson ends. We see the situation from Owen's point of view:
Waking up to a feeling of euphoria, I stretched. My precious Emilie was curled up next to me on the couch. I ran my hand against the side of her face, she was burning up with a fever. Moroi don’t get sick, and I knew right away that she had somehow caught the disease. I sat, and looked around, dust motes swam in the air where the morning light filtered through the curtains. Walking around the kitchen, I looked for my cell phone. “What the hell happened last night?” I asked the quiet room before dialing Sebastian from Chronos. The phone rang several times before I ended up leaving a message. “This is Owen. Some crazy shit went down at my house here in Durango last night. Two armed Moroi attacked.” Hesitating, and running my free hand through my hair, “Fuck… man… Emilie has the plague.” I swallowed to gather my thoughts. “I… I don’t want her moved. I… I need a nurse to care for her… until…” I sighed shakily. I knew few Moroi lived after contracting the illness. “I have some ideas.” I didn’t, but I didn’t want her taken from me. “Just call me back.” What a mess! Recalling the intruders from the night before, I went to the kitchen. It was clean and smelled of bleach. My little kitten must have given me blood when she realized that I was injured, washed me, dressed me, and cleaned up the mess. I opened the laundry room looking for my wallet and found piles of our clothing soaked in blood. “What the fuck?” The coppery scent smelt off. I couldn’t leave this mess for Flor to find, she already dealt with too many crazy things around this house. I threw the clothing into the washing machine. Standing there for a second, I tried to figure out where the soap went in the machine. When I couldn’t find it, I poured some Tide into the cap and dumped it over the clothes before starting it up. Feeling reasonably proud of myself, I began looking around. Something seemed off. My body felt different. Looking at my hands, I stepped up to the mirror next to the door, then looked at my eyes and tongue. I didn’t feel sick, and I didn’t show any symptoms. Was it only a matter of time? I looked at my watch and entered notes of my appearance, and lack of symptoms along with the time and date into my laptop that sat on the counter. Making my way back to Lizzy, I mean Emilie… what a crazy world this is! I’ve decided to call her Em. I picked her up easily, she was tiny for human, or vampire, and with her curls, she looked like an older Shirley Temple. I laid her down in her attic bedroom, then began to hook up an IV. I quickly inserted the needle this time and hung the bag on the spindle of her headboard. “Shit!” I couldn’t believe she was infected! I’d just gotten her back. I’d wanted her from the moment she stepped into my house. She was sexy, in a naive and innocent way, and yet comfortable to talk to. I had told her things about my life that I hadn’t told anyone. There was never judgment there, just curiosity. Noticing her hands were swollen, I tried to take the engagement ring off her finger. My heart stuck in my throat when I thought of someone cutting it off. I put her finger into my mouth and then wiggled the ring free. She had never controlled me, silly thing. I’m an expert on Moroi blood and physiology. Laughing out loud, I spoke to her, “I’ll figure this out. I’ll get you healed, even if it’s the last damn thing I do.” I ran down to the lab and pulled out some morphine for the pain. She would be in a lot of pain, I winced and couldn’t imagine my beautiful Em in pain. My elbows on my knees, and head in my hands I sat in her room. I will come up with something. I will cure her. I just don’t know how. Lying awake in my bed, I was unable to sleep. Something is wrong with me. I have this horrifying feeling that I’ve come down with the vampire disease.Only, I haven’t. I’ve tested myself dozens of times. My blood smells funny, and my temperature is low. I’ve felt sick to my stomach and have been unable to eat hardly anything. Putting on my glasses, I found everything fuzzy. I didn’t need them anymore. I fear what this is, but I’m afraid to think it. I’m afraid to say it. In my lab, I took out a bag of clean human blood. Opening it up, I sniffed the metallic tang and found myself licking my lips. I was so tired. Maybe I was wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to drink from the bag, so I went to the kitchen. In my blender, I threw in some spinach, frozen strawberries, and milk. Looking at the mix, I hesitantly poured in some of the blood. My finger held the button down longer than necessary.Could I drink it? Maybe I was just low on iron, or electrolytes from losing blood? Maybe I was getting a cold. There was no… Famished, I gulped the concoction straight from the pitcher. God! It was good. I gulped, and gulped, and then licked the edge of the blender. I felt so good. Still starving, I grabbed the blood bag and emptied the contents into the blender before adding more fruits and veg. Blend, gulp. I was ravenous. I’d ended up drinking my entire stock of human blood. And all of my frozen fruit. Maybe I had been B vitamin deficient? Afterward, I went for a run. I ran twelve miles without breaking a sweat. Fuck. I was a fucking vampire. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Three things I knew for certain. One, I was a vampire. Two, Emilie had turned me, while infected with the disease. And three, somehow I was immune.
Waking up to a feeling of euphoria, I stretched. My precious Emilie was curled up next to me on the couch. I ran my hand against the side of her face, she was burning up with a fever. Moroi don’t get sick, and I knew right away that she had somehow caught the disease. I sat, and looked around, dust motes swam in the air where the morning light filtered through the curtains. Walking around the kitchen, I looked for my cell phone. “What the hell happened last night?” I asked the quiet room before dialing Sebastian from Chronos. The phone rang several times before I ended up leaving a message. “This is Owen. Some crazy shit went down at my house here in Durango last night. Two armed Moroi attacked.” Hesitating, and running my free hand through my hair, “Fuck… man… Emilie has the plague.” I swallowed to gather my thoughts. “I… I don’t want her moved. I… I need a nurse to care for her… until…” I sighed shakily. I knew few Moroi lived after contracting the illness. “I have some ideas.” I didn’t, but I didn’t want her taken from me. “Just call me back.” What a mess! Recalling the intruders from the night before, I went to the kitchen. It was clean and smelled of bleach. My little kitten must have given me blood when she realized that I was injured, washed me, dressed me, and cleaned up the mess. I opened the laundry room looking for my wallet and found piles of our clothing soaked in blood. “What the fuck?” The coppery scent smelt off. I couldn’t leave this mess for Flor to find, she already dealt with too many crazy things around this house. I threw the clothing into the washing machine. Standing there for a second, I tried to figure out where the soap went in the machine. When I couldn’t find it, I poured some Tide into the cap and dumped it over the clothes before starting it up. Feeling reasonably proud of myself, I began looking around. Something seemed off. My body felt different. Looking at my hands, I stepped up to the mirror next to the door, then looked at my eyes and tongue. I didn’t feel sick, and I didn’t show any symptoms. Was it only a matter of time? I looked at my watch and entered notes of my appearance, and lack of symptoms along with the time and date into my laptop that sat on the counter. Making my way back to Lizzy, I mean Emilie… what a crazy world this is! I’ve decided to call her Em. I picked her up easily, she was tiny for human, or vampire, and with her curls, she looked like an older Shirley Temple. I laid her down in her attic bedroom, then began to hook up an IV. I quickly inserted the needle this time and hung the bag on the spindle of her headboard. “Shit!” I couldn’t believe she was infected! I’d just gotten her back. I’d wanted her from the moment she stepped into my house. She was sexy, in a naive and innocent way, and yet comfortable to talk to. I had told her things about my life that I hadn’t told anyone. There was never judgment there, just curiosity. Noticing her hands were swollen, I tried to take the engagement ring off her finger. My heart stuck in my throat when I thought of someone cutting it off. I put her finger into my mouth and then wiggled the ring free. She had never controlled me, silly thing. I’m an expert on Moroi blood and physiology. Laughing out loud, I spoke to her, “I’ll figure this out. I’ll get you healed, even if it’s the last damn thing I do.” I ran down to the lab and pulled out some morphine for the pain. She would be in a lot of pain, I winced and couldn’t imagine my beautiful Em in pain. My elbows on my knees, and head in my hands I sat in her room. I will come up with something. I will cure her. I just don’t know how. Lying awake in my bed, I was unable to sleep. Something is wrong with me. I have this horrifying feeling that I’ve come down with the vampire disease.Only, I haven’t. I’ve tested myself dozens of times. My blood smells funny, and my temperature is low. I’ve felt sick to my stomach and have been unable to eat hardly anything. Putting on my glasses, I found everything fuzzy. I didn’t need them anymore. I fear what this is, but I’m afraid to think it. I’m afraid to say it. In my lab, I took out a bag of clean human blood. Opening it up, I sniffed the metallic tang and found myself licking my lips. I was so tired. Maybe I was wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to drink from the bag, so I went to the kitchen. In my blender, I threw in some spinach, frozen strawberries, and milk. Looking at the mix, I hesitantly poured in some of the blood. My finger held the button down longer than necessary.Could I drink it? Maybe I was just low on iron, or electrolytes from losing blood? Maybe I was getting a cold. There was no… Famished, I gulped the concoction straight from the pitcher. God! It was good. I gulped, and gulped, and then licked the edge of the blender. I felt so good. Still starving, I grabbed the blood bag and emptied the contents into the blender before adding more fruits and veg. Blend, gulp. I was ravenous. I’d ended up drinking my entire stock of human blood. And all of my frozen fruit. Maybe I had been B vitamin deficient? Afterward, I went for a run. I ran twelve miles without breaking a sweat. Fuck. I was a fucking vampire. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Three things I knew for certain. One, I was a vampire. Two, Emilie had turned me, while infected with the disease. And three, somehow I was immune.
~~ Owen's Deleted Scene ~~
This scene takes place right after Crimson ends. We see the situation from Owen's point of view: Waking up to a feeling of euphoria, I stretched. My precious Emilie was curled up next to me on the couch. I ran my hand against the side of her face, she was burning up with a fever. Moroi don’t get sick, and I knew right away that she had somehow caught the disease. I sat, and looked around, dust motes swam in the air where the morning light filtered through the curtains. Walking around the kitchen, I looked for my cell phone. “What the hell happened last night?” I asked the quiet room before dialing Sebastian from Chronos. The phone rang several times before I ended up leaving a message. “This is Owen. Some crazy shit went down at my house here in Durango last night. Two armed Moroi attacked.” Hesitating, and running my free hand through my hair, “Fuck… man… Emilie has the plague.” I swallowed to gather my thoughts. “I… I don’t want her moved. I… I need a nurse to care for her… until…” I sighed shakily. I knew few Moroi lived after contracting the illness. “I have some ideas.” I didn’t, but I didn’t want her taken from me. “Just call me back.” What a mess! Recalling the intruders from the night before, I went to the kitchen. It was clean and smelled of bleach. My little kitten must have given me blood when she realized that I was injured, washed me, dressed me, and cleaned up the mess. I opened the laundry room looking for my wallet and found piles of our clothing soaked in blood. “What the fuck?” The coppery scent smelt off. I couldn’t leave this mess for Flor to find, she already dealt with too many crazy things around this house. I threw the clothing into the washing machine. Standing there for a second, I tried to figure out where the soap went in the machine. When I couldn’t find it, I poured some Tide into the cap and dumped it over the clothes before starting it up. Feeling reasonably proud of myself, I began looking around. Something seemed off. My body felt different. Looking at my hands, I stepped up to the mirror next to the door, then looked at my eyes and tongue. I didn’t feel sick, and I didn’t show any symptoms. Was it only a matter of time? I looked at my watch and entered notes of my appearance, and lack of symptoms along with the time and date into my laptop that sat on the counter. Making my way back to Lizzy, I mean Emilie… what a crazy world this is! I’ve decided to call her Em. I picked her up easily, she was tiny for human, or vampire, and with her curls, she looked like an older Shirley Temple. I laid her down in her attic bedroom, then began to hook up an IV. I quickly inserted the needle this time and hung the bag on the spindle of her headboard. “Shit!” I couldn’t believe she was infected! I’d just gotten her back. I’d wanted her from the moment she stepped into my house. She was sexy, in a naive and innocent way, and yet comfortable to talk to. I had told her things about my life that I hadn’t told anyone. There was never judgment there, just curiosity. Noticing her hands were swollen, I tried to take the engagement ring off her finger. My heart stuck in my throat when I thought of someone cutting it off. I put her finger into my mouth and then wiggled the ring free. She had never controlled me, silly thing. I’m an expert on Moroi blood and physiology. Laughing out loud, I spoke to her, “I’ll figure this out. I’ll get you healed, even if it’s the last damn thing I do.” I ran down to the lab and pulled out some morphine for the pain. She would be in a lot of pain, I winced and couldn’t imagine my beautiful Em in pain. My elbows on my knees, and head in my hands I sat in her room. I will come up with something. I will cure her. I just don’t know how. Lying awake in my bed, I was unable to sleep. Something is wrong with me. I have this horrifying feeling that I’ve come down with the vampire disease.Only, I haven’t. I’ve tested myself dozens of times. My blood smells funny, and my temperature is low. I’ve felt sick to my stomach and have been unable to eat hardly anything. Putting on my glasses, I found everything fuzzy. I didn’t need them anymore. I fear what this is, but I’m afraid to think it. I’m afraid to say it. In my lab, I took out a bag of clean human blood. Opening it up, I sniffed the metallic tang and found myself licking my lips. I was so tired. Maybe I was wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to drink from the bag, so I went to the kitchen. In my blender, I threw in some spinach, frozen strawberries, and milk. Looking at the mix, I hesitantly poured in some of the blood. My finger held the button down longer than necessary.Could I drink it? Maybe I was just low on iron, or electrolytes from losing blood? Maybe I was getting a cold. There was no… Famished, I gulped the concoction straight from the pitcher. God! It was good. I gulped, and gulped, and then licked the edge of the blender. I felt so good. Still starving, I grabbed the blood bag and emptied the contents into the blender before adding more fruits and veg. Blend, gulp. I was ravenous. I’d ended up drinking my entire stock of human blood. And all of my frozen fruit. Maybe I had been B vitamin deficient? Afterward, I went for a run. I ran twelve miles without breaking a sweat. Fuck. I was a fucking vampire. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Three things I knew for certain. One, I was a vampire. Two, Emilie had turned me, while infected with the disease. And three, somehow I was immune.
Waking up to a feeling of euphoria, I stretched. My precious Emilie was curled up next to me on the couch. I ran my hand against the side of her face, she was burning up with a fever. Moroi don’t get sick, and I knew right away that she had somehow caught the disease. I sat, and looked around, dust motes swam in the air where the morning light filtered through the curtains. Walking around the kitchen, I looked for my cell phone. “What the hell happened last night?” I asked the quiet room before dialing Sebastian from Chronos. The phone rang several times before I ended up leaving a message. “This is Owen. Some crazy shit went down at my house here in Durango last night. Two armed Moroi attacked.” Hesitating, and running my free hand through my hair, “Fuck… man… Emilie has the plague.” I swallowed to gather my thoughts. “I… I don’t want her moved. I… I need a nurse to care for her… until…” I sighed shakily. I knew few Moroi lived after contracting the illness. “I have some ideas.” I didn’t, but I didn’t want her taken from me. “Just call me back.” What a mess! Recalling the intruders from the night before, I went to the kitchen. It was clean and smelled of bleach. My little kitten must have given me blood when she realized that I was injured, washed me, dressed me, and cleaned up the mess. I opened the laundry room looking for my wallet and found piles of our clothing soaked in blood. “What the fuck?” The coppery scent smelt off. I couldn’t leave this mess for Flor to find, she already dealt with too many crazy things around this house. I threw the clothing into the washing machine. Standing there for a second, I tried to figure out where the soap went in the machine. When I couldn’t find it, I poured some Tide into the cap and dumped it over the clothes before starting it up. Feeling reasonably proud of myself, I began looking around. Something seemed off. My body felt different. Looking at my hands, I stepped up to the mirror next to the door, then looked at my eyes and tongue. I didn’t feel sick, and I didn’t show any symptoms. Was it only a matter of time? I looked at my watch and entered notes of my appearance, and lack of symptoms along with the time and date into my laptop that sat on the counter. Making my way back to Lizzy, I mean Emilie… what a crazy world this is! I’ve decided to call her Em. I picked her up easily, she was tiny for human, or vampire, and with her curls, she looked like an older Shirley Temple. I laid her down in her attic bedroom, then began to hook up an IV. I quickly inserted the needle this time and hung the bag on the spindle of her headboard. “Shit!” I couldn’t believe she was infected! I’d just gotten her back. I’d wanted her from the moment she stepped into my house. She was sexy, in a naive and innocent way, and yet comfortable to talk to. I had told her things about my life that I hadn’t told anyone. There was never judgment there, just curiosity. Noticing her hands were swollen, I tried to take the engagement ring off her finger. My heart stuck in my throat when I thought of someone cutting it off. I put her finger into my mouth and then wiggled the ring free. She had never controlled me, silly thing. I’m an expert on Moroi blood and physiology. Laughing out loud, I spoke to her, “I’ll figure this out. I’ll get you healed, even if it’s the last damn thing I do.” I ran down to the lab and pulled out some morphine for the pain. She would be in a lot of pain, I winced and couldn’t imagine my beautiful Em in pain. My elbows on my knees, and head in my hands I sat in her room. I will come up with something. I will cure her. I just don’t know how. Lying awake in my bed, I was unable to sleep. Something is wrong with me. I have this horrifying feeling that I’ve come down with the vampire disease.Only, I haven’t. I’ve tested myself dozens of times. My blood smells funny, and my temperature is low. I’ve felt sick to my stomach and have been unable to eat hardly anything. Putting on my glasses, I found everything fuzzy. I didn’t need them anymore. I fear what this is, but I’m afraid to think it. I’m afraid to say it. In my lab, I took out a bag of clean human blood. Opening it up, I sniffed the metallic tang and found myself licking my lips. I was so tired. Maybe I was wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to drink from the bag, so I went to the kitchen. In my blender, I threw in some spinach, frozen strawberries, and milk. Looking at the mix, I hesitantly poured in some of the blood. My finger held the button down longer than necessary.Could I drink it? Maybe I was just low on iron, or electrolytes from losing blood? Maybe I was getting a cold. There was no… Famished, I gulped the concoction straight from the pitcher. God! It was good. I gulped, and gulped, and then licked the edge of the blender. I felt so good. Still starving, I grabbed the blood bag and emptied the contents into the blender before adding more fruits and veg. Blend, gulp. I was ravenous. I’d ended up drinking my entire stock of human blood. And all of my frozen fruit. Maybe I had been B vitamin deficient? Afterward, I went for a run. I ran twelve miles without breaking a sweat. Fuck. I was a fucking vampire. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Three things I knew for certain. One, I was a vampire. Two, Emilie had turned me, while infected with the disease. And three, somehow I was immune.
October 28, 2018
~Shade of Red Book 2~ Pre-order now available!
~~SCARLET, Taming the Thirst ~ (Shades of REd #2) Pre-order is on sale for only .99 cents!!❣️A must read if you like a mystery and medicine with your paranormal romance!❣️
A rogue scientist is infecting the vampire world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure.Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn.Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty.Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have.When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.
A rogue scientist is infecting the vampire world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure.Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn.Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty.Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have.When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.
~Moroi Society Book 2~ Pre-order now available!
~~SCARLET, Taming the Thirst ~ (Moroi Society #2) Pre-order is on sale for only .99 cents!!❣️A must read if you like a mystery and medicine with your paranormal romance!❣️A rogue scientist is infecting the vampire world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure.Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn.Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty.Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have.When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.
A rogue scientist is infecting the vampire world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure.Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn.Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty.Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have.When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.
July 17, 2018
Sneak peek! CRIMSON, Secrets and Lies of a Living Vampire: CHAPTER 1
Chapter 1August
Looking at my hand-written directions, I sighed and backed up. According to my car’s GPS, there wasn’t even a road here. I’d been lost for about half an hour, trying to find my new home. Getting out of the car on the dirt road, I took out my cell phone and looked at it. No service. Of course. The mountain forest surrounded me like a protective hedge. I looked up at the thin ribbon of sky between the tall pine trees, and inspiration struck.Popping the trunk of my Tesla, I pawed through my suitcase until I came across the paperwork. I sniffed the edges, and Dr. Bennett’s signature. I knew how I’d find him. It was summer, and if he'd driven through here with his windows open, I'd be able to follow the scent. My current identity was brand new. I sort of stumbled across it when my downstairs neighbor in New York died. Elizabeth Kepner lived alone and kept to herself. Besides, we looked a lot alike. She was a graduate student at Columbia University and had just received her Master’s in education.Shortly after I found her body, I realized that she’d taken a teaching job outside the small town of Durango, Colorado. The students were the children of a widower and lived on a secluded estate. It was just the kind of diversion I needed right now.No crowds, few people, and open space.The warm mountain air from my open windows swirled through the car. I smiled and nodded when I picked up the scent. To me, scents have a color, and I saw the winding green thread turn to the left up ahead. Breathing in the fresh pine air and following the scent trail, I was happy to finally be on my way. Determined to make up some time, I shifted my car to speeds that tested its handling. After several minutes, tall iron gates blocked the narrow dirt road, and I slowed to a stop. Scanning the forest to each side, I found that the fence continued out of view in both directions. The hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle, and my inner warning made my mouth dry. I pressed the button on the intercom and waited for a response. “Hello?” A woman’s accented voice came over the speaker. “Yeah, hi, this is Elizabeth Kepner. I’m the new teacher?” My voice ended on a questioning pitch. She didn’t respond. Turn around, leave this place. I gulped and held my head up high. I’m a vampire; what would I be afraid of? Okay, other than silver. The gates opened, and I followed the winding gravel driveway through the trees and into a meadow. There, across the tall grass, nestled in a wide copse of green and white aspen trees, stood a large Victorian house. Suitcase in hand, I tried to peek through the antique glass windows that surrounded the front door -before pressing the bell. The house was dark, so after standing there for several moments, I knocked with my free hand. “Hello?” Just then, a blue SUV came into sight across the meadow, tires crunching on the gravel driveway. I turned, watching it, as it circled the house and parked to the side. Striding down the steps of the ornate front porch, I followed the paving stones toward a commotion of children’s voices. Two little tow-headed youngsters came bounding toward me. The two rascals didn’t even take a moment to ask me who I was or even look me up and down before latching onto me with hugs and exclamations. "Hi, Elizabeth! I'm Becca. Dad says you're from New York, and he works in New York. He also said that before that, you were from Texas. I've been there; Nana and Papa live there. We went to the Alamo. Have you seen the Alamo?” She continued to chatter as the siren song of her blood called to me. I swallowed and held my breath. I can do this. I examined her and wondered if my own child would've been like this. Her eyes shimmered bright blue, her cheeks were red, and flaxen braids ran down her back. Yes, she almost looks like she could be my own child. “Yea! You’re here!” exclaimed the small boy, who held a small stuffed lamb. He managed to wrap himself around one of my legs, pulling my pants up to expose my five-inch strappy heel. I held him away from me. “Whoa… back up for a moment. Let’s do a proper introduction,” I told him, unable to keep the smile from my lips. Besides, I needed to build up some resistance to the urges within me. I felt my thirst, and it desired their blood. “Alright, young man.” I bent down and held my hand out to him. “I’m Elizabeth Kepner. How do you do?” He shook my fingers. “I’m Jack Bennett.” After he kissed the top of my hand, I raised my eyebrows. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kepner.” At five years old, Jack spoke like an adult. “It’s Miss Kepner, and it’s a pleasure to meet you both as well." I turned to Rebecca. "Nice to meet you, Becca. You're seven, aren't you?" I felt a shiver go down my spine before a smooth baritone voice came from behind me. “Kids, not everyone wants you to hug them.” Turning, I saw a man who didn’t fit my definition of a stuffy old scientist. There was no way he could be older than his late twenties, with pale amber eyes and unkempt chestnut hair. He wore a baby-blue button-up shirt, jeans, and flip flops, which seemed to be the footwear of choice in this mountain town. My attraction to him was immediate, and my voice caught in my throat. I gaped at my new employer; he was beautiful in an old-fashioned way. His mouth turned up into a cheeky grin, and he held his hand out to me. “Hi, I’m Owen.” “Liz,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper. As our hands touched, a small shock of electricity went through me. I’d wanted a distraction, but Owen Bennett might be a bit more than I’d bargained for.Years ago, I vowed that I would never get involved in a relationship again. The last time I fell in love, I thought it would kill me.* Shuffling the stack of papers on the desk in my bedroom, I sighed. It was late, and I enjoyed the quiet house and sound of the forest outside my window. It turnedout, I wasn't actually working for Dr. Bennett but a company called Chronos Corp. I pursed my lips and read the next page. It was a non-disclosure agreement. I shook my head. What on earth went on in this house? I initialed and signed the bottom. Reaching down, I opened my small ice chest and looked at the meager amount of blood I'd brought with me. After pouring a few ounces into a glass, I brought it to my lips. I gulped the rest of my cup, after realizing my stash was starting to go bad. Sometime soon, I needed to get more blood. I hated the thirst. When it took hold, I was unable to concentrate. I got shaky, and my blue eyes started to look inky. It wasn't good. I loved the children; they were really sweet. Naughty, but sweet. Me as a teacher was crazy! It was a good thing that I didn’t need much sleep, because I’d been on the Internet every night, trying to figure out what to use and buy to teach these kids. When I heard that I had to teach, I thought it would be easy. Reading, writing, and arithmetic, right? But little Jack can’t even read! I’m the first real teacher the kids have had. Owen said that now that Becca was seven, she was technically classified as a homeschooler, and he wanted someone who knew what they were doing! Yeah, I know, the irony. But I figured that I’d been around for a while and given my unusual life experience, I should be able to do it. I’d like to know why Dr. Bennett doesn’t just send them to school. Also, where was the mom? There were no pictures, no albums, nothing. It's like she never existed. I mean, kids have to have a mom. I'd think they were adopted, but both look like blond versions of their father.* After ordering some readers on eBay for my surrogate kids, I wanted something sweet. I remembered seeing some M&Ms in a jar in the kitchen. Chocolate goes unbelievably well with blood. Weird, but true. In the kitchen, I didn’t turn on the lights because I can see in the dark. Owen stood holding open the door of the stainless-steel refrigerator. The light reflected off his face, bare chest, and glossy dark hair. His face wasn’t technically handsome, but edgy, and I swear that he was one of the most graceful men I’d ever seen. He seemed too young to be working on such important and mysterious things.Standing there in the shadows, I watched him. I felt incredibly guilty, but I couldn’t help myself. He rummaged around, found some milk, and something in a glass dish that the cook, Elaine, had made. Elaine bought all the groceries and cooked all the meals. I still hadn’t found out what Owen did for Chronos Corp. Was he a physician or a Ph.D.? That man was like a steel trap. However, I don't chatter much about my life either. His back was turned, as he heated up the dish in the microwave. I back-tracked, made a sound in the hallway and turned on the light in the kitchen. Then I pretended to be startled. Knowing it was wrong to embarrass him in his own house, I still couldn't help myself. I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted to hear his rich, smooth voice. It reminded me of the singer from Metallica. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think anyone else was up.” Which, in my defense, was utterly true before I saw him. He looked up at me, eyes blinking in the brighter light. Then he turned and left, saying nothing. He even left everything on the counter in front of the microwave. Sighing, I quickly pulled myself up onto the granite next to the discarded food. Reaching up to the shelf where the crystal jar held the M&Ms, I grabbed a handful. After pocketing them, I turned to find Owen standing at the counter by the microwave again, except now he was wearing a t-shirt. My cheeks turned red. I didn't usually embarrass myself, but I've good senses, and I didn't hear him approach. I'd give myself a pass on that one because I was pondering the look he gave me and trying to get myself up on the counter. I'm short… Well, in this day and age! I'm 5'2" in heels. Anyway, I couldn’t reach the darn container without climbing on the counter. So, there I was in front of my employer, sitting on his kitchen counter. His laugh filled the room, and I nodded, giving him a mock bow. “And here I thought I put those up there to keep them away from the kids.” His smirk was devilish, and a shiver went up my spine. He stepped toward me, instead of leaving. I was really hoping that he would turn around because hopping down from a counter is not a very graceful thing. However, I was strong and agile, and I managed better than I thought I would. My dark-haired employer had stepped even closer. Our eyes locked, and he leaned past me. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Was he making a move? Shame on him! Taking advantage of a helplessyoung woman. My pulse raced in anticipation. Then he put the crystal lid back on the M&Ms and stepped away. His arm brushed my own, and regret filled me that he hadn’t tried something untoward. What on earth had gotten into me? I was all hot and bothered over my eccentric boss! He had two children, and I lived in his house. But my body didn’t care. I licked my lips and arched my chest out a bit. Yep, I’d lost my damn mind. Owen smelled like the forest and something else that was his own. I tried to talk myself down, but there was something between us that I couldn’t seem to escape. It was more than just my thirst for his blood; it was chemistry. I could see the stubble of his beard beginning to grow in on his cheeks, and I wanted to run my fingertips over them. His full lips were slightly parted, and his teeth, a little crooked, but fashionably so. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and beneath that was his neck, where his pulse jumped rapidly. I must have been holding my breath because it whooshed out of me when the microwave dinged, shattering the moment. My employer turned to attend to his food. When his back was to me, I called out a goodnight a bit more breathlessly then I would’ve liked. Yikes! What was I going to do? I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch his skin. I've kept myself in a box, in this non-sexual way of thinking for so long. Not being touched, not touching anyone… Ever since Alexander. I can still feel the ache in my heart from him. When I came back from the front, and we married, I was still trying to figure out what had happened to me in that ambulance the night I was attacked.To continue reading follow this link. Crimson is free with KU, or $2.99 on Kindle :) Happy Reading!
Looking at my hand-written directions, I sighed and backed up. According to my car’s GPS, there wasn’t even a road here. I’d been lost for about half an hour, trying to find my new home. Getting out of the car on the dirt road, I took out my cell phone and looked at it. No service. Of course. The mountain forest surrounded me like a protective hedge. I looked up at the thin ribbon of sky between the tall pine trees, and inspiration struck.Popping the trunk of my Tesla, I pawed through my suitcase until I came across the paperwork. I sniffed the edges, and Dr. Bennett’s signature. I knew how I’d find him. It was summer, and if he'd driven through here with his windows open, I'd be able to follow the scent. My current identity was brand new. I sort of stumbled across it when my downstairs neighbor in New York died. Elizabeth Kepner lived alone and kept to herself. Besides, we looked a lot alike. She was a graduate student at Columbia University and had just received her Master’s in education.Shortly after I found her body, I realized that she’d taken a teaching job outside the small town of Durango, Colorado. The students were the children of a widower and lived on a secluded estate. It was just the kind of diversion I needed right now.No crowds, few people, and open space.The warm mountain air from my open windows swirled through the car. I smiled and nodded when I picked up the scent. To me, scents have a color, and I saw the winding green thread turn to the left up ahead. Breathing in the fresh pine air and following the scent trail, I was happy to finally be on my way. Determined to make up some time, I shifted my car to speeds that tested its handling. After several minutes, tall iron gates blocked the narrow dirt road, and I slowed to a stop. Scanning the forest to each side, I found that the fence continued out of view in both directions. The hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle, and my inner warning made my mouth dry. I pressed the button on the intercom and waited for a response. “Hello?” A woman’s accented voice came over the speaker. “Yeah, hi, this is Elizabeth Kepner. I’m the new teacher?” My voice ended on a questioning pitch. She didn’t respond. Turn around, leave this place. I gulped and held my head up high. I’m a vampire; what would I be afraid of? Okay, other than silver. The gates opened, and I followed the winding gravel driveway through the trees and into a meadow. There, across the tall grass, nestled in a wide copse of green and white aspen trees, stood a large Victorian house. Suitcase in hand, I tried to peek through the antique glass windows that surrounded the front door -before pressing the bell. The house was dark, so after standing there for several moments, I knocked with my free hand. “Hello?” Just then, a blue SUV came into sight across the meadow, tires crunching on the gravel driveway. I turned, watching it, as it circled the house and parked to the side. Striding down the steps of the ornate front porch, I followed the paving stones toward a commotion of children’s voices. Two little tow-headed youngsters came bounding toward me. The two rascals didn’t even take a moment to ask me who I was or even look me up and down before latching onto me with hugs and exclamations. "Hi, Elizabeth! I'm Becca. Dad says you're from New York, and he works in New York. He also said that before that, you were from Texas. I've been there; Nana and Papa live there. We went to the Alamo. Have you seen the Alamo?” She continued to chatter as the siren song of her blood called to me. I swallowed and held my breath. I can do this. I examined her and wondered if my own child would've been like this. Her eyes shimmered bright blue, her cheeks were red, and flaxen braids ran down her back. Yes, she almost looks like she could be my own child. “Yea! You’re here!” exclaimed the small boy, who held a small stuffed lamb. He managed to wrap himself around one of my legs, pulling my pants up to expose my five-inch strappy heel. I held him away from me. “Whoa… back up for a moment. Let’s do a proper introduction,” I told him, unable to keep the smile from my lips. Besides, I needed to build up some resistance to the urges within me. I felt my thirst, and it desired their blood. “Alright, young man.” I bent down and held my hand out to him. “I’m Elizabeth Kepner. How do you do?” He shook my fingers. “I’m Jack Bennett.” After he kissed the top of my hand, I raised my eyebrows. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kepner.” At five years old, Jack spoke like an adult. “It’s Miss Kepner, and it’s a pleasure to meet you both as well." I turned to Rebecca. "Nice to meet you, Becca. You're seven, aren't you?" I felt a shiver go down my spine before a smooth baritone voice came from behind me. “Kids, not everyone wants you to hug them.” Turning, I saw a man who didn’t fit my definition of a stuffy old scientist. There was no way he could be older than his late twenties, with pale amber eyes and unkempt chestnut hair. He wore a baby-blue button-up shirt, jeans, and flip flops, which seemed to be the footwear of choice in this mountain town. My attraction to him was immediate, and my voice caught in my throat. I gaped at my new employer; he was beautiful in an old-fashioned way. His mouth turned up into a cheeky grin, and he held his hand out to me. “Hi, I’m Owen.” “Liz,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper. As our hands touched, a small shock of electricity went through me. I’d wanted a distraction, but Owen Bennett might be a bit more than I’d bargained for.Years ago, I vowed that I would never get involved in a relationship again. The last time I fell in love, I thought it would kill me.* Shuffling the stack of papers on the desk in my bedroom, I sighed. It was late, and I enjoyed the quiet house and sound of the forest outside my window. It turnedout, I wasn't actually working for Dr. Bennett but a company called Chronos Corp. I pursed my lips and read the next page. It was a non-disclosure agreement. I shook my head. What on earth went on in this house? I initialed and signed the bottom. Reaching down, I opened my small ice chest and looked at the meager amount of blood I'd brought with me. After pouring a few ounces into a glass, I brought it to my lips. I gulped the rest of my cup, after realizing my stash was starting to go bad. Sometime soon, I needed to get more blood. I hated the thirst. When it took hold, I was unable to concentrate. I got shaky, and my blue eyes started to look inky. It wasn't good. I loved the children; they were really sweet. Naughty, but sweet. Me as a teacher was crazy! It was a good thing that I didn’t need much sleep, because I’d been on the Internet every night, trying to figure out what to use and buy to teach these kids. When I heard that I had to teach, I thought it would be easy. Reading, writing, and arithmetic, right? But little Jack can’t even read! I’m the first real teacher the kids have had. Owen said that now that Becca was seven, she was technically classified as a homeschooler, and he wanted someone who knew what they were doing! Yeah, I know, the irony. But I figured that I’d been around for a while and given my unusual life experience, I should be able to do it. I’d like to know why Dr. Bennett doesn’t just send them to school. Also, where was the mom? There were no pictures, no albums, nothing. It's like she never existed. I mean, kids have to have a mom. I'd think they were adopted, but both look like blond versions of their father.* After ordering some readers on eBay for my surrogate kids, I wanted something sweet. I remembered seeing some M&Ms in a jar in the kitchen. Chocolate goes unbelievably well with blood. Weird, but true. In the kitchen, I didn’t turn on the lights because I can see in the dark. Owen stood holding open the door of the stainless-steel refrigerator. The light reflected off his face, bare chest, and glossy dark hair. His face wasn’t technically handsome, but edgy, and I swear that he was one of the most graceful men I’d ever seen. He seemed too young to be working on such important and mysterious things.Standing there in the shadows, I watched him. I felt incredibly guilty, but I couldn’t help myself. He rummaged around, found some milk, and something in a glass dish that the cook, Elaine, had made. Elaine bought all the groceries and cooked all the meals. I still hadn’t found out what Owen did for Chronos Corp. Was he a physician or a Ph.D.? That man was like a steel trap. However, I don't chatter much about my life either. His back was turned, as he heated up the dish in the microwave. I back-tracked, made a sound in the hallway and turned on the light in the kitchen. Then I pretended to be startled. Knowing it was wrong to embarrass him in his own house, I still couldn't help myself. I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted to hear his rich, smooth voice. It reminded me of the singer from Metallica. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think anyone else was up.” Which, in my defense, was utterly true before I saw him. He looked up at me, eyes blinking in the brighter light. Then he turned and left, saying nothing. He even left everything on the counter in front of the microwave. Sighing, I quickly pulled myself up onto the granite next to the discarded food. Reaching up to the shelf where the crystal jar held the M&Ms, I grabbed a handful. After pocketing them, I turned to find Owen standing at the counter by the microwave again, except now he was wearing a t-shirt. My cheeks turned red. I didn't usually embarrass myself, but I've good senses, and I didn't hear him approach. I'd give myself a pass on that one because I was pondering the look he gave me and trying to get myself up on the counter. I'm short… Well, in this day and age! I'm 5'2" in heels. Anyway, I couldn’t reach the darn container without climbing on the counter. So, there I was in front of my employer, sitting on his kitchen counter. His laugh filled the room, and I nodded, giving him a mock bow. “And here I thought I put those up there to keep them away from the kids.” His smirk was devilish, and a shiver went up my spine. He stepped toward me, instead of leaving. I was really hoping that he would turn around because hopping down from a counter is not a very graceful thing. However, I was strong and agile, and I managed better than I thought I would. My dark-haired employer had stepped even closer. Our eyes locked, and he leaned past me. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Was he making a move? Shame on him! Taking advantage of a helplessyoung woman. My pulse raced in anticipation. Then he put the crystal lid back on the M&Ms and stepped away. His arm brushed my own, and regret filled me that he hadn’t tried something untoward. What on earth had gotten into me? I was all hot and bothered over my eccentric boss! He had two children, and I lived in his house. But my body didn’t care. I licked my lips and arched my chest out a bit. Yep, I’d lost my damn mind. Owen smelled like the forest and something else that was his own. I tried to talk myself down, but there was something between us that I couldn’t seem to escape. It was more than just my thirst for his blood; it was chemistry. I could see the stubble of his beard beginning to grow in on his cheeks, and I wanted to run my fingertips over them. His full lips were slightly parted, and his teeth, a little crooked, but fashionably so. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and beneath that was his neck, where his pulse jumped rapidly. I must have been holding my breath because it whooshed out of me when the microwave dinged, shattering the moment. My employer turned to attend to his food. When his back was to me, I called out a goodnight a bit more breathlessly then I would’ve liked. Yikes! What was I going to do? I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch his skin. I've kept myself in a box, in this non-sexual way of thinking for so long. Not being touched, not touching anyone… Ever since Alexander. I can still feel the ache in my heart from him. When I came back from the front, and we married, I was still trying to figure out what had happened to me in that ambulance the night I was attacked.To continue reading follow this link. Crimson is free with KU, or $2.99 on Kindle :) Happy Reading!
