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March 12, 2025
Unveiling the Night: Top 10 Sizzling Paranormal Romance Novels of the Decade
February 16, 2025
Hot off the Press! Layla's Future is Now Available! This epic paranormal romance series will take you on a journey through the dangerous and seductive world of vampires.
Ladies (and gentlemen), the moment we’ve all been waiting for has arrived! ✨ Layla's Future: Immortal Breeders Book 4, a dark vampire romance, is officially live, and it’s time to dive into a world where danger and desire intertwine in the completed steamy paranormal romance series.
Blurb:
I’m Layla, forged in the heart of Rio de Janeiro’s chaos, hunted by a creature born of nightmares. For years, I’ve danced through shadows, a thief navigating the perils of stolen art and fierce loyalty. But when I dared to break into a mansion, I locked eyes with an immortal vampire whose hunger takes me to the edge of obsession. Each moment I spend in his dark embrace blurs the line between fear and an electrifying desire that threatens to consume us both. Can I save my sisters from an ancient menace and escape the abyss of my heart?
Are you ready to join me on this wild ride? Don’t miss out on this high-heat paranormal romance adventure! Grab your copy of Layla's Future today and step into a world where love and danger are just a heartbeat away.
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January 4, 2024
Join Author A.R. Vagnetti at the Tucson Festival of Books!
Hey everyone! I'm excited to share some thrilling news with you all. Get ready for the Tucson Festival of Books, a massive two-day event that takes place once a year in sunny Arizona. This prestigious gathering attracts hundreds of authors from all over the country, who eagerly set up booths and take part in author panel discussions, all on the vibrant University of Arizona Mall.
Tucson Festival of Books. March 8th & 9th, 2023.
But wait, there's more!This year, they're introducing the Indie Author Pavilion, a fantastic addition to the festival. Curious to see if my book, FORGOTTEN STORM, had what it takes to be chosen, I submitted her to their esteemed judges for review. Out of a staggering 175 indie author published entries, my work caught their attention and was selected to participate in the exclusive Indie Author Pavilion section. What a remarkable honor!
Mark Your Calendars for the Tucson Festival of Books
On Saturday, March 9th, you'll find me at my booth from 2:30pm - 5:30pm. Although I'm not entirely sure about all the details yet, I couldn't help but share this exhilarating news with you all.
If you're in the Tucson area, I would absolutely love to see you there! Let's celebrate literature, meet incredible authors, stock up on signed copies from our favorite authors, and enjoy an unforgettable experience together.
September 4, 2023
NSFW Snippet From Fractured Storm!
As an author, it's surprising how visual I am when it comes to locations in my books or characters. I search the internet for the perfect image in my mind (which is stupid hard to find) and save it to a folder on my computer.
Well... when I came across this image, it triggered a whole scene I had roaming around in my head but wasn't sure I would write. This super spicy scene is from Fractured Storm (Storm Series Book 4), and it's the first time Viessa encounters Liam's beast. As I wrote it, this picture (and others) were up on my screen, inspiring me.
Remember, this snippet is NSFW, but if you know my books, you know it's how I roll. ENJOY!
The king is my mate. This monthly change is a part of who he is, and I need to experience it with him. Want it. Just the vision of the big hairy beast rutting between my thighs clenches my insides. Oh, yes. Liam and I will reach a compromise tonight in order to set the standard for every lunar cycle.
A vicious growl.
My eyes widen, but I don’t dare look back as I sprint through the tall grass, leaping over fallen logs and small streams. The beast will capture me, of that I have no doubt. I’m too depleted to be much of a challenge, but the freedom of running naked, the luminous rays of the moon caressing my skin through the trees, heightens my desire, my thirst.
Claws sink into my ankle. I tumble into the soft grass, rolling with the momentum until I’m scooting backward across the meadow on my butt.
The beast watches me. He stalks with a scary focus. His enormous chest shifts with each inhale, and rough growls rumble with every exhale. The blue irises are radiant with feral intent. No one has ever studied me so... consumingly.
Why isn’t he pouncing?
With slow, tentative movements, I push up to my knees, my palms outstretched in supplication. “I willingly surrender to your beast, Liam, but I need to feed first to withstand my... your size and strength,” I whisper, hoping it infiltrates the primal urgings raging through him.
He grunts in response. Is that a yes? Shit.
He comes at me. I tense but maintain my ground. Huge hairy arms encircle my midriff as he picks me up before forcing my spine against a nearby oak. Oh crap. Our first time will be against a tree? Not how I imagined this moment going.
The creature lowers his head, sniffing my collarbone and neck. A warm tongue slides across my skin, and I shiver, coveting it between my thighs.
He hoists me against his chest, and the enticing fur rubs my achy nipples. I wrap my legs around his thick waist, grinding my slick sex against the rock-hard abs covered in the smooth, silvery coat.
When his huge palm cradles the back of my skull, imploring me closer to his wide neck, I realize this is the beast’s way of informing me he wishes me to feed.
After months of deprivation, I strike, penetrating through the thickened skin and luxurious fur, straight into the large jugular. Liam’s blood is richer than before. It scalds my tongue and throat, warming me from the inside out, but the transformation in power jolts through me like a live wire.
I snake my arms around his colossal shoulders and wiggle closer, and for the first time in months, the visions and voices quiet, and energy courses through my system. Liam growls low before shifting somewhat to arrange his massive erection directly over my core.
Rough bark bites into my back as the fierce beast ruts against my slick folds, but the slight pain is nothing compared to the firestorm his prick is building against my sex. I gulp down pure summer rain as tiny explosions flare to life in my abdomen, advancing through my frame like a wildfire out of control.
His neck muffles my cry as I burst in a thousand different directions, a tornado of sensations spinning and spiraling as I continue to draw deep on his generous vein. My sex convulses, begging for his cock.
Wow. That was... the sensations were... a hundred times more enhanced than bringing myself off.
With Liam’s animal grunts and low rumbles—his massive hardness sliding back and forth, slicked by the evidence of my passion—he strikes that swollen, achy bundle with every upward thrust, and I sense another explosion is imminent.
Gluttoned on his blood, I pull free, not bothering to lick the wounds closed. Within seconds, the punctures seal.
I lean back, peer into the altered face of my mate, and pump my hips in time with his. The piercing blue gaze devours me, lighting me up. “Liam!” I shriek, dropping my head against the timber as I let the orgasm overtake me. His howl joins me seconds later as his torrid seed sears my belly.
When his muzzle burrows against my neck, I freeze. I can’t allow him to bite me. It would forfeit both our lives.
My strength fully restored, I stiffen, bracing to shove him away when he suddenly lets go. I plummet to the ground on my ass. Before I can recover, my mate has me flipped over on all fours. I tense, expecting his massive girth to spear into me at any moment. Desperate, I dig my nails into the earth and grip handfuls of grass, prepared to endure the pain and hold on for dear life.
I’m astonished when the beast kneels behind me and nuzzles my core. His low, needy whine melts any meager resistance, and I lower my chest to the cool ground, hiking my butt in the air, exposing my backside to the creature salivating for a taste.
The first lap of his rough tongue causes my knees to tremble, and when he sets in, lapping up the juices he created, my eyes roll back in my head as every revelation and voice constantly harassing me recedes into the background in the face of such pure fucking bliss.
His claws grip my hips as his fiery tongue licks me from clit to anus. This is deviant, naughty, and oh-so wicked, but I couldn’t care less. Evident by my moaning his name repeatedly and spreading my thighs further to offer him better access.
Liam’s low growls of dominance and grunts of pleasure against my ass shoot me over the proverbial edge once more, and I cry out, shoving my palms along the deep grass, gyrating my hips with urgent need against his face.
August 15, 2023
GEMMA'S FATE (Immortal Breeders Book 1) A Storm Series Spinoff Coming Soon!
AN AMBITIOUS REPORTER, A COVERT GOVERNMENT AGENCY, AND THE SUPERNATURAL WORLD HELLBENT ON STAYING HIDDEN IS A RISKY TRIO.
WORKING BLUB
Despite Gemma Christiana’s love of journalism, Devil’s Lake, North Dakota, is the most boring city on the planet. She’s desperate for excitement, her first thrilling story to boost her career and give her the freedom she craves.
All too soon, Gemma learns the value of the phrase, “Be careful what you wish for,” after two women are brutally murdered within days of each other. When Gemma delves deeper, she discovers a shocking revelation—She bears the identical birthmark as the victims.
Regardless of the danger, the reporter in her is eager to share her insight with the world. Until Sheriff Drake Silverton’s tantalizing but domineering kisses and animalistic allure distract her from her ambitious climb for freedom.
Events escalate when Drake impedes an attack on Gemma’s life. Someone close to her betrays her, and the sheriff’s shocking identity explodes in a whirlwind of chaos and trauma. Gemma’s forced to trust the one man whose secrets could shatter her world.
SNIPPET
Several hours later, I’m about to wrap things up for the day when my intercom beeps.
“There’s a pushy reporter from Devil’s Lake demanding to speak to you,” Sarah informs me in an irritated tone. My heart rate spikes. Why is Gemma here in Grand Forks? Is it to see me specifically, or has she caught wind of our murder already?
I breathe deeply to calm my heart before I do something stupid, like leap from my seat, rip open the door, push her against the wall, and shove my tongue down her throat.
I’m no stranger to sexual attraction. Many times, throughout my life, I felt immense desire. For my fiancé, and others before and after her. But with Gemma, it’s phenomenal. Like dropping a lit match on a pool of gasoline. It’s dark, intense, and dangerous, especially since she’s human. But I don’t merely lust after her. It’s like I require her to breathe. It’s driving my beast insane not to claim what is ours.
Whatever this shit is between us, I’d better handle it because Gemma’s life is on the line, and I can’t take my eye off the ball for one fucking second.
“You want me to send her packing?” Sarah asks when I don’t respond immediately.
“No. Send her in. Then you can wrap it up for the day, Sarah. Please turn all calls over to dispatch.”
“You got it, Sheriff.”
The mouthwatering bouquet that is all Gemma blasts through my senses seconds before the door opens. I grit my teeth to keep from groaning in pain. Jesus, I hardly know this woman, but I’ve missed her sweet fragrance.
“Hello, Sheriff Silverton,” she says as she strolls through the door.
I barely hear her because my brain misfires, my ears ring, and rage hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. A nasty purple, yellowish bruise mars her flawless cheek.
I’m out of my seat instantly, slamming the door shut and cradling her face.
“Who the fuck did this to you, baby?”
I’m killing Brandon. I ordered him to monitor her. Did someone attack her, try to kill her, and I was fucking oblivious?
“It... it’s nothing,” she stammers, trying to move away, but I tighten my hold. “I’m a stupid klutz and tripped on my morning run.”
I regard her for several seconds, clenching my jaw in an effort to remain composed. The woman lied right to my face. Gemma squirms under my scrutiny, avoiding direct eye contact.
“Look at me.” When she does, the weight crushing my chest since the night at the restaurant lifts. She’s in my arms. Bruised but safe. Gently, I rub my thumb over the bruise. She winces but doesn’t look away. “Don’t ever lie to me, princess.”
She swallows, and a flare of something brightens her eyes. However, in the next instant, she steps back, and I let her, my hands falling to my side. “I’m here to discuss the Grand Forks’ murder, Sheriff Silverton. Nothing more.”
The only sounds in the office are the ticking of the clock and our breathing as we exchange a heated stare. I want to snatch her back into my embrace and devour her luscious mouth until she confesses all her secrets.
I growl. “Start talking, Gemma. And it better be the truth. Who hit you?”
She nervously licks those luscious lips that have played a significant role in my dreams of late. Glaring at me, she remains stubbornly silent.
When my chest rumbles in warning, she declares, “My personal life is none of your business, Sheriff.”
The growl deepens. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
She gasps, her eyes widening. “Leave it alone.”
“Give me his name?” I persist. “I’ll find out, anyway.”
“He’s not a man you want to tangle with.” She moves to a chair facing my desk and pulls a notepad from her enormous purse. “Now, can we discuss the case, please?” She glances over her shoulder at me, her beautiful eyes pleading. “Please.”
I unfuck the violent urges in my brain long enough to take several deep, calming breaths. Before this woman leaves my office, she will reveal his name and where she’s staying in town. I foresee a long night ahead protecting my adorable package while she’s in my jurisdiction.
STAY TUNED FOR MORE JUICY SNIPPETS!
January 20, 2023
Forgotten Storm Launch Week SALE!
It's a bumpy road to becoming queen of the vampires!
Happy Launch Day to the Revised and Expanded Edition of Forgotten Storm!
During launch week, Forgotten Storm is available at AMAZON for only .99¢!
Yes, you heard that right. A 400-page eBook for only .99¢
This sale is exclusive to Amazon and ends January 27th. So let's celebrate her launch and the completion of the award-winning Storm series.
Click the image or the button below. Grab
your copy today and tell a friend!
IT'S TIME TO BINGE-READ THE COMPLETE SERIES
Forsaken Storm (Prequel to the Storm Series) Forgotten Storm (Book 1) Forbidden Storm (Book 2) Fiery Storm (Book 3) Fractured Storm (Book 4) Fatal Storm (Book 5) Final Storm... The ConclusionDecember 29, 2022
Forgotten Storm Revised
The revised/extended edition of Forgotten Storm launches on January 21st, 2023. I'm so excited to share Logan and Nicole's story the way it was always meant to be told.
How did you revise it, you ask?
Well, She has an updated, vibrant cover.
A completely revised blurb (synopsis of the book) that matches Nicole's character and sass to a tee.
But most importantly, Forgotten Storm went from about 280 pages to a whopping 409 pages!
That means new scenes, revised and expanded on scenes, and an overall better story the way I always wanted to tell it.
I hope you enjoy this new edition as much as I absolutely relished recreating it. If you love it, please consider leaving a review and letting me know. I adore reading the reviews on all my books. Over and over and over and... well, you get the picture—I'm addicted.
July 31, 2022
Reviving The Original
Well, I fucking did it! I completed an entire series. Now what?
I'm damn proud of this accomplishment. I'd planned on the Storm series as just a trilogy, but the characters had other plans, demanding their own stories. And I'm so glad they did.
What happens now? Do I take a break? Or jump right into the next project? And what the hell does that entail? So many questions and unknowns, but strap on your parachute, and let's exit this plane together.
First up. Revising Forgotten Storm. Why? Well, I'm glad you asked. When I began this writing rollercoaster, I had no idea what the hell I was doing. Like what a dangling modifier or a split infinitive was. Or that I couldn't end a sentence on a preposition. I just had a story playing on repeat with sexy characters acting out scenes in my brain. Sometimes out loud. Yeah, my husband was worried about my mental health for a while.
It took me a whole year to write Forgotten Storm into some semblance of a cohesive story. Then she'd suffered numerous revisions until the manuscript was just one big red blob of corrections. It was freaking confusing too. One editor would say it should be done this way, and another swore that was the wrong way until I felt like they stabbed my author's voice to death beneath their sharp, two-edged pens.
Then I started querying for a publisher. And, oh boy. Their restrictions on a first-time author meant even more cuts and revisions. Realistically, Forgotten Storm should have been over a 100,000-word manuscript, but it was slashed to a mere 85,000. And some of the reviews on Amazon reflect those cuts. The readers, you, felt there needed to be more information on the vampire world. More development of Logan's character and the other side characters, which I totally agree with. Not to mention, I'd like to think my writing and knowledge have improved and evolved over the last five years.
So. Now that the Storm series is completed. I've decided to tackle revising and improving Forgotten Storm. She is perhaps the most essential book in the series—the introduction to me as an author and the Storm series. I plan to relaunch her, possibly with an updated cover—still debating that—when I introduce the new box set.
It's been such a thrill diving back into Logan and Nicole's story. Even though they had roles in the rest of the books, I missed their steamy interaction as a couple and Nicole's sarcasm and damaged heart.
Next week we will dive into what comes after the Storm series since I didn't take a break after all. Shhhh, just between you and me, I already have the next series outlined and am chomping at the bit to immerse myself in the next thrilling journey. ❤❤❤
Stay safe. Stay healthy. And remember to smile. It could make someone's day.
June 22, 2022
Final Storm... The Conclusion
Final Storm... The Conclusion launches on July 1st, 2022.
I'm proud of this series and everything it represents to me as the author. The long hours, the fretting, the worry it wasn't good enough, and the endless dark pit of marketing every self-published author, like me, endures.
We are not merely writers. Oh no. We become graphic design artists, format experts, editors, and marketing gurus, tackling Ad creation, video graphics, SEO management, website development, and so much more I can't think about because it makes my head hurt. When all we really want to do is sit down in front of our computers and fall into the magical world of our stories, and forget all of that other crap exists.
This journey with the Storm Series has been absolutely incredible. The highs were MT. Everest and the lows were the deepest depths of Lake Superior, but I wouldn't change a thing. Well, that's a total lie. Knowing what I know now, I would have written the entire series FIRST before I ever queried for a publisher and only settled for the Big Five.
So, now that I have gained all this trial-by-error knowledge, I will take my own advice and write all four books in the next series before I publish the first one. And MAYBE, just MAYBE, I might bite the bullet and drop into the bowels of querying for an agent or publisher.
Until then, please enjoy this final installment of the Storm Series. The characters in this story took me WAY out of my comfort zone, but I wouldn't change a thing. And that's the God's honest truth. The developing connection between Cellica, Nox, and "Moe", AKA Asmodeus, was a joy to experience and I hope you feel the same. There's intrigue, heartbreak, action, and fight scenes to keep your eyes glued to the pages. And, of course, hot, melt-your-panties, make you reach for your B.O.B. (if you know, you know) sex scenes.
Thank you to every paranormal romance fan who picked up Forgotten Storm and took a chance on an unknown author, and my deepest gratitude for then joining me on the Stormster train until the very end. Your support and enthusiasm for my books are what keep me going. Well, that and copious amounts of coffee.
A friendly reminder to please check the trigger warnings on the product page before you dive into any of my books. The Storm series is NOT your mother's sweet romances.
March 1, 2022
NEWSLETTER GIVEAWAY!
Winter Giveaway—Enter to Win a $50 Gift Card—March 1-31
Do you get emails from BookBub letting you know about special offers from authors you love or genres you crave? Did you know I have an author account on BookBub?
BookBub is one of the best sources of new and recently discounted book deals. They are selective in what books they accept to pass along to their readers and they only send you recommendations based on your preferences. The exact formula they use for selecting books is not available to the general public, but one way you can help is to follow your favorite authors on BookBub. (Did you know you could even do that? I didn’t when I signed up.)
Entering is simple. Click the Rafflecopter Giveaway below.
Click the link to follow me on Bookbub & enter your email address. That's it!
You do need a BookBub account, but they are free to open and you can limit how much or little they email you. You can even tell them not to email you at all, so you don’t need to worry about a flooded inbox.
Following me on BookBub is one entry. You can also get two more for sharing the giveaway on Instagram (tag me @arvagnetti) and Facebook (@arvagnettibooks). That’s it. Then sit back and wait to see if you won the Winter Giveaway. The contest runs from 12:01 am (MST) March 1, 2022 and runs through 11:59 pm (MST) March 31, 2022. A winner will be selected at random on April 1 2022. (and no, it won't be an April's Fool prank)
As always – thanks for reading!
