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Crazy (Vampire Love)

Author’s Foreword

Please note, Crazy (Vampire Love) was originally published as Crazy by Liquid Silver Books from November 2010, until May of 2013. Published anew in October 2013 by Eve Langlais, this book has been expanded from its original short story length of 22k words to 32k. I hope you enjoy this plumper version of my poor crazy heroine and the vampire who can’t help loving her.

Ella’s always heard voices and because of them, she ends up institutionalized at a young age. Everyone calls her crazy and she believes she is too until the night she meets a vampire and for the first time in her life, the voices shut up.

Zane just wants to enjoy his usual blood buffet, instead he runs into a wisp of a woman who makes him feel emotions he thought long dead. Rescuing her from the insane asylum, he brings her home, determined to seduce and feed from her, a plan that is foiled by ghostly voices determined to keep Ella untouched. But not even poltergeists can stand in the way of a vampire in love.

Excerpt: (18+)

The damned voices woke her out of a sound sleep.

“Run! He’s gonna eat you.”

“Evil. Evil. Evil. . .”

“Stupid girl. Move before he makes you his next victim.”

A new voice also joined her regular cacophony with just one simple word repeated over and over, in a soothing tone. “Sleep.”

Lying atop the mattress, the springs digging into her back, Ella rolled her eyes. Stupid voices. Couldn’t they make up their minds? She had been sleeping, but now that they had her conscious, forget slumber. As one, they told her to look and see what frightened them. They drew her attention to a shadow that moved through the ward.

She sighed. Great, another product of my warped mind. Treating them like the child that called wolf, she ignored their cries to flee, because after all, this wouldn’t be the first time her friends in the attic of her mind made her see things and then laughed when she reacted.

Slowly, the ghostly shape flowed from bed to bed, dipping down low and then rising again to move onto the next bed and its sleeping occupant. Ella found herself watching in fascination, ignoring the fevered pitch of the voices screaming at her to hide. This is the most realistic hallucination I’ve ever experienced. Maybe I’m still sleeping. That or she’d finally taken another dip around the bend into la-la land.

The shadow finally reached her bedside, and startled, Ella realized that she stared at someone quite real, although perhaps not human. For the first time in her twenty five years of life, the loud chatter in her head abruptly stopped, some mid sentence, and she felt oddly enough…alone. Empty. How unexpected and new.

“Sleep.”

The command not spoken aloud, echoed in her currently vacant mind, but Ella had finally learned after many painful years of mistakes to ignore the commands of the voices that constantly tried to guide her. “No, thanks.”

More insistently. “Your eyes are getting heavy. Your body is tired. Heavy. Time for you to sleep.”

“Nah. I’m good.” she said instead of closing her eyes.

“Why are you not obeying?” How disgruntled the apparition seemed. How realistic. Usually her voices stuck to speaking in her mind. She’d never had one manifest itself before.

“Who are you?” She cocked her head to one side in curiosity. The figure, dressed she noticed in a dark cloak that blended with the night, drew back and did not answer.

“Are you real?” Or not? With the drugs she took, who knew. Perhaps she saw her first ghost. Only one way to find out. Ella reached a hand out and her fingertips briefly touched the silky edge of the cape.

Scrambling to a seated position, her sudden motion saw the stranger step back, his cloak swirling around his legs. The darkness of the ward made the face hidden within the shadowed hood indistinct, but she drew in a sharp breath when she saw a pair of eyes flare red for a second.

“What are you?” she breathed. A part of her wondered that she didn’t tremble in fright, or scream for help. Surely anything that could cow the voices that had been her companions for so long was something she should fear, yet this change in her monotonous life intrigued her. Finally, something new.

She found herself strangely drawn to the stranger and wished she could see his face. Discover if he were young or old. She desperately wanted to see if he was the savior she’d dreamed would one day arrive to sweep her out of a world she did not belong in. That prophecy of long ago, lived out in realistic color via a nightly dream. A promise that one day this nightmare would end, a fantasy not yet fulfilled, but hoped for. A mirage of her mind that she clung to tenaciously because it was all she had. Its vague promise was what had kept her sane for all the years of her incarceration because she’d long ago learned, she could not escape on her own.

Finally, the stranger spoke, his voice low and cutely disgruntled. “Why is it you don’t sleep?”

“Why should I?” she answered back pertly.

“Because I said so.”

“And do people always do as you say?”

“Yes.”

“Must be nice.” If only she possessed that ability then maybe she could get her loquacious friends to shut up. The refreshing silence in her head was so relaxing.

“It is nice, when they listen. Which, you are not.”

“Why should I? I’m not tired.”

“You should be. It’s night. Humans sleep at night.”

“I know. And I was until you arrived and woke me.”

“I did no such thing. I was quite silent.”

“Oh, it wasn’t you. Well it was, but not entirely.” How to explain his presence set off an alarm system in her mind? Hmm, perhaps she should keep that tidbit to herself. No need for him to think of her as crazy. Then again, he probably already assumed she was given her current residence.

“I need to leave.” He swirled abruptly, and panic suffused her.

“No, please wait. Don’t go.” Ella hopped out of bed, the short white gown of the institution barely covering her knees. She almost collided with him when he turned back towards her.

“Foolish girl. Do you seek to die? Count yourself lucky that I am feeling merciful this eve.”

Ella tilted her head and tried to read his expression, but the gloom in the ward only allowed for brief glimpses of hard planes. “Die? That’s a little drastic don’t you think. Just so you know, I don’t intend to tell anyone about your visit.”

He snorted. “Do you really think anyone would believe you if did?”

Ella smiled mischievously. “I guess not. After all I am nuts. For all I know perhaps you’re not really here.”

“Oh, I’m here unfortunately,” he grumbled. “Why do you not fear me like a normal human should?”

“I’m not normal of course,” she retorted. “Would I be here if I was?”

The chuckle took her by surprise and spread an unexpected warmth through her. “Why are you here?”

No point in lying. “I hear voices, and sometimes I see things.”

“What do the voices say?”

“Actually, they shut up when you arrived. That’s never happened before and I’ve got to say, it’s kind of nice.”

“Glad to be of service.”

The low timbre of his voice did strange things to her tummy. It made her feel hot and tingly, pleasantly so. “Who are you and why are you here?”

“It’s best you don’t know.”

“Best for who? We’ve already ascertained I’m crazy and people won’t believe me.”

“There’s no need for introductions given we shall never see each other again.”

“Why not?”

The sound of a key scraping in the lock of the door for the ward made him curse. “I must leave.”

“Will you come back? Please.” Ella heard the pleading tone in her voice and while it annoyed her, she knew she wanted to see him again. Had to. She couldn’t explain why, only knew she didn’t want to see him go.

“Probably not.” With a swirl of his cape, he melted into the shadows.

The door to the ward swung open and a bobbing flashlight shone in the room. Ella scurried back to her bed and pulled the covers over her head.

A moment later, the night nurse, who acted more like a guard, left. Ella knew the mysterious visitor had gone as well because the voices came back in a wild rush.

“He’s gone. Evil creature.”

“Oh hush,” she told them. “I found him rather pleasant.”

“Bloodsucker. Stealer of souls…” The voices went on a rant.

Sighing, Ella settled down amidst the wails and cries in her head. Used to the noise in her mind, she fell asleep, dreaming of a tall, dark stranger with an indistinct face, dreams that left her hot and strangely aching. A dream she’d almost given up on that saw her finally leaving the institution and living a normal life. A life in the real world. A world where someone gave a damn, and believed in hugs.

Wonderful Time at IRC 2013

What a wonderful time I had attending the first ever, Indie Romance Convention. It was a whirlwind of panels, meetings and more that left me hoarse, tired and with cheeks that hurt from laughing and smiling. I met so many wonderful people, many of whom I now consider new friends. I met fans, new readers, authors and bloggers. So many I’m afraid to try and list them for fear I might miss someone. (although I do have to do a special shout out to Audrey and her sweet sister, who drove a ridiculous distance to come see me and bring me a lovely basket).

I gave away books, gorgeous souvenir wine glasses, cool car chargers, aprons, cozies and even some awesome FUC tshirts. I made sure I came home empty handed lol. Can you imagine trying to explain to customs what the Furry United Coalition is, lol?

A big, and I mean big, thank you and round of applause needs to be given to Laurie Garrison of Bitten By Paranormal Romance who ran herself ragged putting this thing together and was kind enough to make this Canadian girl feel so welcome. (I also need to thank Vanessa, The Jeep Diva, and her jeep Andy for chauffeuring me around!) Gosh, I met so many wonderful people, who now all think I’m absolutely nuts. But I’m good with that. It explains the way I write lol.

I am hoping I can make it to the 2014 Indie Romance Convention, which by the way is in the planning stages as we speak. If enough fans poke me, I might not have a choice about going whether hubby likes it or not. The poor thing was in charge of our three children and puppy while I was gone. They all survived, lol.

To those who took pictures and spent time with me, I’d love to hear from you. I want to stay in touch. You all made me feel so welcome. It was freakn’ awesome!

I wish I had images to post, but alas, my phone camera doesn’t work (sad face), so I’m counting on the attendees to help me show just how great IRC was.

And to the girls I packed swag bags with… I only have one thing to say, “Baaaaaaah!” (ROFL)

Smiling from her office in Ontario,

Eve

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I’ve posted some images sent by people who attended. If you happen to be in the pic and would prefer I not have you featured, just send me a note and I’ll take it down.

Book Signing and More at IRC 2013

Holy smokes, I made it to the first ever indie romance convention (which for those who know my penchant for making up excuses to stay home is huge lol). While here I’m going to be giving away books, signing books, and handing out some awesome swag. Those attending my special reader events will get a special gift!

If you live nearby, I hope you’ll come by and see me.

It’s October 4th and 5th, 2013, in Lebanon, TN, just outside of Nashville with events being hosted at the Comfort Inn and Holiday Inn.

As for some of the fun stuff I’m participating in other than the book signing and meal events…

Win, Lose or Draw ! I am one of four authors participating. You get to choose the author you want; Eve Langlais, Angela Brown, Amy Kessler or Heather Allen
Q&A Cupcake Roundtable with Eve Langlais. Ask me questions, gossip, giggle…while eating cupcakes.

If you decided to attend, then there’s tons of other stuff as well; workshops and events, including the book signing (where I will give away a limited number of paperbacks). All yours to enjoy with your registration. You can even just lurk or chat it up with some of the hottest names in Indie Romance. As well, all attending readers will go home with a swag bag filled with goodies.

Still need convincing, here’s a list of attending Authors

Claudy Conn


Danielle Blanchard 


Lori Brighton


Eve Langlais 


Kallyspo Masters


Candice Stauffer


Caris Roane 


Amanda J. Greene


Teresa Gablman


Toni Aleo


Annabel Joseph


Leigh Savage 


Donna McDonald 


Lily Graison 


Victoria Danann


Marie-Nicole Ryan


Kym Grosso


Jordan L. Hawk


H.D. Thomson


Angela Brown


AC Marchman


Christine M. Fairchild 


Lynn Richards 


Sarah Ashley Jones 


Seraphina Donavan


A.L. Kessler


Heather Allen 




Andrea Heltsley 


Victoria Vane


Jacqueline Rhoades 


Tiffany Carmouche


Rose Pressey


Suzan Tisdale


Heather Gunter


Connie Suttle


Hallee Bridgeman


Tonya Kappes 


Red Phoenix 


Harris Channing


LJ DeLeon 


Dulaney-Glen


Sharon Hamilton


Allie Boniface


Tricia Linden 


Laura Oliva


Dawn Pendleton 


Christal M. Mosley 


Casey Keen

It’s sure to be lots of fun. Can’t wait to meet you

Another heartwarming cyborg moment…

“What about the vessel following us? Do you want to try and lose it?”

“Like fuck.” For one thing, they had Riley on board and he wanted her back. And two… “They pissed off the wrong psychotic cyborg. Turn around, Aphelion. They want to fight, then by the rusted bolts holding my shit together, we’ll give them one. Let’s go kick some company ass.”

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Nothing says love like killing and mayhem. lol.

Wiping out humanity is his number one objective—until he meets her

Aramus is now available!

Wiping out humanity is his number one objective—until he meets her

I love a no BS cyborg hero

Here’s another snippet from my upcoming story Aramus, Book 4 in the Cyborgs: More Than Machines series.

There was no fanfare to their departure. No announcement or warning. They simply lifted off, on a mission into the unknown, facing danger yet to be determined, on a quest for who knew what.

Some days it was great being a murderous cyborg given free license to cause mayhem and havoc. Aramus almost bared his metallic choppers in an elated grin. This is a mission I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy.

Hehehehe.

For more on Aramus and the cyborg series please click here.

Or, if you want to receive an email letting you know when this book releases, click here.

Aramus – a true cyborg

Here’s a rough snippet from Aramus, the cyborg who loves to hate humans.

Aramus jogged in the lead, gun loosely held in one hand, a knife in the other. He’d found for close quarter combat, a blade did a better job than firearms. It didn’t give the same satisfaction as using his bare fists, but when it came to efficiency, he liked the silence and projectile ability of a good knife. Not all of his kind shared his preference. Some had gotten soft since their liberation and eschewed weapons with sharp edges claiming they were too messy. Aramus didn’t know what their problem was. A little bit of cold water always rinsed the blood out.

Lol, he’s such a warm hearted hunk. Wait until you see what I do to the poor guy.

Two Day Only Freebie!

Have you been tempted by my vision of Hell? Wondered what has readers gushing and giggling about Lucifer? Now’s your chance to take a walk on the wicked side. For two days only, the first book in my Welcome To Hell series is FREE, on AllRomance.com ONLY. That’s right, A Demon and His Witch, is a free download on AllRomance.com from September 15th-16th, so hurry up and grab your copy (multiple formats available).

 

Hope it makes you smile

Eve

OMG this is so funny!

My hubby, knowing my warped sense of humor, sent me this link to a video (and on our 14th wedding anniversary to boot lol)

Girls Don’t Poop: Introducing PooPourri

Laughter is what keeps our marriage strong, and it’s why I am always injecting it into my romances. Here’s to another 14years of wedded bliss, mayhem and friendship. Luv u, my ‘george’ !