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5 Vampire iPhone apps to die for #Vampires #ASMSG

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5 Recommended iPhone Vampire Apps
For your amusement and as a little experiment for my own curiosity, I hunted through Apple’s App Store for any entertaining vampire goodness. Type in “vampires” and you get 1,639 apps to choose from! So many and where to start? To narrow my search, I stuck with free apps only (except one). I wound up downloading 18 apps and culled my number down to 5 favorites. I didn’t include “game” type apps in the list, because I have an aversion to video games in general. Why you ask? Cause I suck at them and they don’t interest at all.The only annoying aspect of “free” apps is putting up with the pop-up advertisements, unless you want to splurge for the paid version. The trouble with searching through vampire apps, was that most of them honestly sucked. No pun intended. I know I can’t expect something amazing, but it was a little challenging picking 5 that I felt to be share-worthy. Note also: not all apps may be available in your country. Check local listings. Without further ado, let’s check out the runners up and the winner of this bloody race to the top! 5 True Blood Test  (2011)
AppibiaI figured with all the True Blood hype going on this one had to be included! I really liked the sound effects; it was the best part! The premise is so simple. Hold your finger to the vampire’s mouth and she chows down and eats it, spraying blood. You have to keep it there long enough to fill up the bottle of blood and when it reaches the top, the game decides what type of supernatural creature you are. I tested this one numerous times and came up with werewolf, vampire, brujo, or human. However, I’m not sure if the app is still available: I tried it out two weeks ago and today, when I tried to find a direct link to the app on the Apple App Store, I couldn’t find it. Website, Distimo, says it has been removed. 4 Vampire Solitaire  (2014)
Yongjian XuI’m a big fan of solitaire, as it forces my brain to think, so I had to download this one. However, I found it disappointing, as there wasn’t much to it. The goal is to clear the board and once you flip the top card on your deck, you can then use a card from the board that is either one up or below the display deck card. If there isn’t a card on the board that works, then you flip over a new one. Pretty damn easy! You can at least toggle the music off and if you win there are other levels to unlock, which honestly don’t sound that exciting. I think you could have more playing Vampire Solitaire by downloading a version of Spider Solitaire and wearing a pair of fangs while you play. 3 Vampire Movie & Book Trivia Free  (2013)
Fatima CantillanoQuestions range from the original Dracula novel to movies like Twilight and From Dusk Till Dawn. It allows you to pick the number of questions you want like 10, 25, or 50. You also get 60 seconds to answer each question so no worry about crazy short time limits. The free version has a limited supply of questions, but for a dollar you can upgrade to the full version. The only problem with most free trivia apps is that you eventually start to get repeats for questions, which influences you to buy the upgrade. As far as trivia games go, this on was pretty good; however, I did find myself disinterested after a couple of games. 2 iDrakula  (2010)
Sourcebooks, Inc.This app took an interesting approach with the epistolary format of Bram Stoker’s novel,Dracula (1897), giving it a modern twist by retelling the story with electronic communications. At first, I thought it was just for fun, before I found out the app was actually a book written by Bekka Black (pen name of Rebecca Cantrell) released in 2010. The book itself is available for $9.99 as an ebook or paperback.The app’s about section reads, “With iDrakula, author Bekka Black has given Bram Stoker’s classic vampire story a new life for a generation of connected teens. This compilation of text messages, voice messages, emails and websites is just what a teen audience needs to understand the origins and experience of 19th century readers.” The app only gives you access to some of the content; if you pay an additional $1.99, you get the entire story.
Left: Text messages between Jonathan Harker, Mina Murray, Lucy Westenra and Tepes Travel. Right: Text message from Mina Murray to Lucy Westenra. (Apple iTunes)I think turning your novel into an app is a genius promotional tool, but it is only effective if marketed correctly. I enjoyed the premise of this one and some of the messages were quite amusing. 1 Vampify  (2014)
Apptly LLCSo, earlier I mentioned all the apps posted here were free. I admit I did pay for one app in the end that was a dollar. It had to be included so here it is a bonus. Vampify actually let’s you turn your self into an animated vampire! You can either upload a pic or take a new one. The instructions ask you to align your eyes and mouth, while the app does the rest. The final product is a vampire version of you that growls, yawns, licks lips, snarls, hisses, and shows bloody fangs. The app is totally social media friendly and lets you file your new fangtastic selfie in the photo library, post directly on Facebook, upload to YouTube or Tweet the world.
Before…The fun doesn’t stop there; you can also make a cool video showcasing your new characteristics. If you feel like splurging for a dollar each you can add some other features titled smoke, explode, touch of sun and blood tears.
After! Vampified!This was my favorite app of all the ones I had to try out (even if I had to pay for it). I enjoyed my new makeover. After all, how often do you get a chance to be a vampire?I encourage you all if you have an IPhone to explore the App Store and see what you can find. By all means if you find something really cool, comment below and share. I would love to hear if you find any little gems in there.Also, to save you some time, a few apps you’re better off swiping past (because they’re terrible) are: Free.Kompany’s  Vampires! What Do You Know about Them?  (2011) and  Vampire or Not  (2012); Keyvisuals Design LLC’s(2011); and Net Unlimited’s  Vampire Scanner and Detector Prank  (2013). Happy downloading everyone!http://www.twluedke.com/
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NIGHTLORD LOVER #NewRelease #EroticRomance from Kathy Kulig via @ellorascave #ASMSG

Title: Nightlord LoverAuthor: Kathy KuligSeries: Vampires of New Hope seriesGenre: Erotic Vampire romance/ménagePublisher: Ellora’s Cave PublishingRelease Date: July 23rd 2014Buy Link Now at Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/nightlord-lover.html Get it on Amazon:


Blurb: Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade--vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere--enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.
Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious when they’re close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.
EXCERPT:
Larissa donned her coat, grabbed a shopping sack and headed onto the crowded streets. It was dark, early evening, and the sidewalks were still packed. She couldn’t help but think about Garrick’s warning about the towpath and ghost. It was a short cut to the store and she didn’t want to leave Jordan alone for long. Not that she didn’t trust Jordan, but she was new and might not be able to answer a customer’s question. As she stood by the entrance of the path, two joggers ran across the parking lot and onto the towpath. See? If it was safe enough for them, why not her?Deciding to ignore Garrick’s warning, she followed the joggers  and speed–walked toward the bridge. The trail was peaceful, a great place to jog and not so isolated that she felt unsafe. The sounds of traffic and Christmas music in the distance comforted her. The joggers passed the bridge and were out of sight. Stuffing her hands in her coat pocket, she hurried along the grassy path.Under the bridge, she rushed up the steps leading to the street. Her hands shook when she entered the small grocery store. She refused to get spooked by superstitions. She picked up coffee, milk, yogurt and fresh berries. The fruit was way over priced for this time of year but she needed a taste of summer. Then she stopped at the wine store for a bottle of merlot. She hoped by inviting Jordan for dinner, she might find out what she knew about the town and its mysterious people like Garrick, Ramon and Kashia. On the way home, she took the canal towpath again, refusing to allow a legend to spook her.Something tugged on her hair and she jumped, almost dropping her shopping sack. Laughing, she gripped onto her bag and marched under the bridge. She was scaring herself for no reason. This time a shadow crossed her path.“You will be my crimson slave,” a man’s voice whispered close to her ear. She felt his breath, felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Crying out, Larissa spun around but no one was there.She glanced up and down the path and saw no one running away. To one side was a wall leading up to the bridge. Even a tall person couldn’t leap to the top. The only other way off the path was to jump into the canal. She would’ve heard a splash if the man was crazy enough to do that in this weather. Was it the ghost, or something else?Her body chilled then flashed with heat. A shiver raised goose bumps over her skin. If it was a ghost then she had nothing to fear. A ghost couldn’t harm her, only frighten her if she let it.The shadow and a breeze sped passed her and Larissa was slammed against the cold stone wall. All the air rushed out of her lungs and she gasped for a breath to scream.The weight of a muscular body pressed her against the wall as hands moved up her hips and waist. Oh God, she was going to be raped or murdered or both. With all her strength she tried to kick, tried to swing her arms to fight, but she was paralyzed.Her pulse thundered in her head. Finally she found the courage to open her eyes and face her attacker. The Goth guy who was on her balcony. “You.”“Yes, little one. I’m claiming you. Taking what’s rightfully mine.” His scorching gaze moved down her length, kicking up her heartbeat and heating her skin. Despite the violence, she felt woozy, sensually achy, his touch tempting. Her head leaned back and rested against the stone, the fight and fear being replaced by erotic desire.What was wrong with her? “What are you doing?” she murmured.“Wait and see.” His booted foot shoved her feet apart. A muscular thigh eased between her legs. The buttons of her coat opened and cold air chilled her body. Fear rose to the surface again. She shuddered as his mouth glided over her neck, teeth scraping her skin. “This might hurt a little. It’ll be over quick,” he said.
Author Information
Kathy Kulig is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance whose works include paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, and suspense. She has published (or has contracted to publish) nearly 20 novels, novellas and short stories with various publishers and via self-publishing. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist,research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. In her spare time, she can be found mountain biking, traveling, lounging on the beach with a good book or having dinner out with her husband. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania.Follow KathyLike my Amazon Author PageLike my Facebookauthor PageFollow me @KathyKulig on Twitter  Signup for Kathy’s newsletterVisit my Blog ~ The Lusty ViewCheck out my WebsiteEmail ~ kathykulig@rcn.comFriend me on GoodreadsConnect with me on G+http://www.twluedke.com/
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NIGHT LORD #NewRelease #EroticRomance from Kathy Kulig via @ellorascave #ASMSG

Title: Nightlord LoverAuthor: Kathy KuligSeries: Vampires of New Hope seriesGenre: Erotic Vampire romance/ménagePublisher: Ellora’s Cave PublishingRelease Date: July 23rd 2014Buy Link Now at Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/nightlord-lover.html Get it on Amazon:


Blurb: Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade--vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere--enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.
Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious when they’re close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.
EXCERPT:
Larissa donned her coat, grabbed a shopping sack and headed onto the crowded streets. It was dark, early evening, and the sidewalks were still packed. She couldn’t help but think about Garrick’s warning about the towpath and ghost. It was a short cut to the store and she didn’t want to leave Jordan alone for long. Not that she didn’t trust Jordan, but she was new and might not be able to answer a customer’s question. As she stood by the entrance of the path, two joggers ran across the parking lot and onto the towpath. See? If it was safe enough for them, why not her?Deciding to ignore Garrick’s warning, she followed the joggers  and speed–walked toward the bridge. The trail was peaceful, a great place to jog and not so isolated that she felt unsafe. The sounds of traffic and Christmas music in the distance comforted her. The joggers passed the bridge and were out of sight. Stuffing her hands in her coat pocket, she hurried along the grassy path.Under the bridge, she rushed up the steps leading to the street. Her hands shook when she entered the small grocery store. She refused to get spooked by superstitions. She picked up coffee, milk, yogurt and fresh berries. The fruit was way over priced for this time of year but she needed a taste of summer. Then she stopped at the wine store for a bottle of merlot. She hoped by inviting Jordan for dinner, she might find out what she knew about the town and its mysterious people like Garrick, Ramon and Kashia. On the way home, she took the canal towpath again, refusing to allow a legend to spook her.Something tugged on her hair and she jumped, almost dropping her shopping sack. Laughing, she gripped onto her bag and marched under the bridge. She was scaring herself for no reason. This time a shadow crossed her path.“You will be my crimson slave,” a man’s voice whispered close to her ear. She felt his breath, felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Crying out, Larissa spun around but no one was there.She glanced up and down the path and saw no one running away. To one side was a wall leading up to the bridge. Even a tall person couldn’t leap to the top. The only other way off the path was to jump into the canal. She would’ve heard a splash if the man was crazy enough to do that in this weather. Was it the ghost, or something else?Her body chilled then flashed with heat. A shiver raised goose bumps over her skin. If it was a ghost then she had nothing to fear. A ghost couldn’t harm her, only frighten her if she let it.The shadow and a breeze sped passed her and Larissa was slammed against the cold stone wall. All the air rushed out of her lungs and she gasped for a breath to scream.The weight of a muscular body pressed her against the wall as hands moved up her hips and waist. Oh God, she was going to be raped or murdered or both. With all her strength she tried to kick, tried to swing her arms to fight, but she was paralyzed.Her pulse thundered in her head. Finally she found the courage to open her eyes and face her attacker. The Goth guy who was on her balcony. “You.”“Yes, little one. I’m claiming you. Taking what’s rightfully mine.” His scorching gaze moved down her length, kicking up her heartbeat and heating her skin. Despite the violence, she felt woozy, sensually achy, his touch tempting. Her head leaned back and rested against the stone, the fight and fear being replaced by erotic desire.What was wrong with her? “What are you doing?” she murmured. “Wait and see.” His booted foot shoved her feet apart. A muscular thigh eased between her legs. The buttons of her coat opened and cold air chilled her body. Fear rose to the surface again. She shuddered as his mouth glided over her neck, teeth scraping her skin. “This might hurt a little. It’ll be over quick,” he said.
Author Information
Kathy Kulig is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance whose works include paranormal, contemporary, BDSM, and suspense. She has published (or has contracted to publish) nearly 20 novels, novellas and short stories with various publishers and via self-publishing. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist,research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. In her spare time, she can be found mountain biking, traveling, lounging on the beach with a good book or having dinner out with her husband. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania.Follow KathyLike my Amazon Author PageLike my Facebookauthor PageFollow me @KathyKulig on Twitter  Signup for Kathy’s newsletterVisit my Blog ~ The Lusty ViewCheck out my WebsiteEmail ~ kathykulig@rcn.comFriend me on Goodreads Connect with me on G+http://www.twluedke.com/
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THE GOOD LIFE ~ A New Release #Romance #Novel by @GenevieveDewey #ASMSG

The Good Life


Detective Kyle Anderson is a man of simple tastes and reasonably low expectations. Give him a juicy steak and no homicides, and he’d call it good. When his sister Katelyn got engaged to his best friend Dominic, he’d figured the worst of the unnecessary drama in his life was over. But that was before Dom’s free-spirited, twig-eating, exasperating sister Demetria came back to Nebraska and completely hijacked the planning of the wedding, starting with inviting Dom’s ex-wife Isabel. Now Kate’s so determined to prove Isabel is up to no good that she insists Kyle date her to keep her away from Dom. Soon Kyle is so knee deep in Anderson-Valentini dramatics, he’s thinking of changing his name and moving to Tibet. If he could just get Demi the impossibly sexy granola-flake off his mind long enough to do it…
Author’s Note: Contains both Dom and Kate short romances The Bird Day Battalion and The V-Day Aversion as well as the full length novel The Good Life.
Bonus Stories:

The Bird Day Battalion
Meet Katelyn Anderson, a play by the rules, temporarily out of work archaeologist desperate to pull off the perfect Thanksgiving dinner for her family. Enter Dominic Valentini, her oldest friend and former neighbor, a take chances, take control, think outside the box kind of man. Kate needs his help. Dom just needs her.
The V-Day Aversion
It's two days from Valentine's Day, and Dominic is a man with a plan. Katelyn is a woman with her own plan: avoid whatever Dominic's got planned. When Katelyn's sister Kandace asks Kate to help catch her estranged husband cheating, Kate jumps at the opportunity because she hates Valentine's Day. Poor Dom just wants Kate to stand still long enough to give her a Valentine's Day to remember. Can he offer her something to change her mind? 
The Good Life Buy LinksAmazon: http://smarturl.it/GoodLifeDK B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-good-life-genevieve-dewey/1119711430?ean=2940045999021 Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-good-life/id887784403?mt=11 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/446614 Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-good-life-25
The Good Life excerpt  #1 (~760 words):
“I can’t stay with you!”“Why not? It’s not like we didn’t start the evening in bed together. All joking aside, I’m not in the habit of molesting my girlfriends while they sleep.”“Kyle! That’s not—Err…” Demi growled, flailing her hands as she paced. “How—I mean why—I just…” she stopped and drew in a large breath. “How did you go from thinking I’m an idiot to deciding to hound me for a relationship?”“Correction, I have never thought you’re an idiot. I think you are the farthest thing from an idiot. You are an intelligent, successful woman with an incomprehensible hatred of bacon who occasionally pretends to be a flake. Hence the nickname granola-flake. Which is way worse than actually being an idiot.”She huffed. “That’s my point though. Underneath all this,” she waved her hands again. “…is still that undercurrent of disapproval from you.”“So change my mind. You’ve already proved me wrong on one major thing. I’m more open minded than you give me credit for. You seem determined to still see me as a narrow-minded bigot. This is a two-way street, woman,” Kyle growled.“What was that one thing?” she asked, blinking in consternation.“Let’s put it this way… I can tell when a woman hasn’t had a lot of sexual experience. Either that or you have shitty ass taste in men who are selfish in bed. But you deliberately cultivate this flower child, free love, come-and-get-it, sex goddess persona.”Her mouth worked for several seconds. “I have too had a lot of sex!” She cringed and looked side to side, then spoke in a lower tone, “I mean, not a lot…but plenty.” Of course, most of it had been in the same calendar year, but he didn’t need to know that.“So shitty taste, then,” he shrugged. “Alright, fine. Mystery solved.”“Uh,” she huffed. “What’s that say about you?”“Nothing, since I picked you.”“No, you didn’t.”“Yes, I did. I am currently the only person in this relationship who’s done any conscious picking.”“We are not in a relationship!”“Says who?”“You are a maddeningman…” she replied, utterly flabbergasted. “It takes two people to be in a relationship. You can’t just wake up one morning and decide you’re going to be with someone.”“Sure you can. Technically speaking, it was you who made the first move.”“No, I didn’t!”“I guess that’s just how us Andersons roll. When we decide to do something, or change our minds about something and go in a different direction we just…” Kyle skipped his hands together, making a clapping sound, “…do it. Some, like Kate, take forever to get to that decision, but there’s no hesitancy on the course of action once the decision’s been made.”Demi narrowed her eyes, mouth slightly parted. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d participated in any of the wedding planning with her.”“That has never been about doubting her decision to marry Dominic and everything about Kate’s bad habit of trying to please everyone even knowing it is simply not possible to please everyone at the same time,” he said, then stood up and grabbed her again, scooping her off her feet.She gasped and reflexively grabbed his shoulders. He sat back down on the chair and tucked her head with his again.She sighed with a sudden realization, “You’re just trying to distract me, aren’t you?”He smiled at her, “Maybe.  A little bit.”She reached up and gently traced his swollen lip again then laid her head back against his shoulder. “That’s what boyfriends do,” he continued.She laughed and smacked his chest, “Are not.”“She says while sitting on my lap… hours after having exchanged bodily fluids—”“Stop!” she laughed and smacked him again.He chuckled and squeezed her.“Thank you,” she whispered after a moment. He answered with another kiss to her head. She was willing to admit the ‘solid, dependable type’ did have its benefits.She sighed and squeezed him back. “You’re a good man, Kyle Anderson.”“Eh, I’m alright,” Kyle kissed her again. “I just wanted to let you know… I mean, I try to ease my girlfriends into this, but… my family’s sort of insane. Just so you know.”She laughed so hard she started crying, and that seemed so silly that it made her laugh some more. He rocked her a bit and it wasn’t long before she dozed off again, held tight in his arms.--The Good Life © 2014 by Genevieve Dewey, All Rights Reserved.

The Good Life excerpt  #2 (~750 words, sexual content):
He stood up and led her onto the dance floor to join the bride and groom. No one looked askance at them, after all, they were the maid of honor and best man; it was tradition anyway. But when he kept her in a close embrace even into the next song, Demi caught her brother’s eye. He had that protective look back on his features. She pushed Kyle away just slightly. He obliged, but only just. Kyle’s eyes were smoky and dark like the underside of a storm cloud. He began to sing along with the song in a soft baritone, “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I…”“Stop,” she hissed. Her voice sounded insincere even to her own ears. It didn’t help he was doing a pretty good impression of Elvis, and her favorite song, no less. He grinned and the laugh lines at the edge of his eyes highlighted a scar next to his eyebrow she hadn’t noticed previously.“Where’d you get that scar?” she asked.“Dom and I and some college buddies were white river rafting about six years ago and my tube tipped over. He actually saved my life. It’s extra ironic because at the time we still disliked each other, and were only there together because we had a mutual friend invite us both. But after that, and a bottle of Wild Turkey, we’ve been tight.”“I didn’t realize that,” she whispered, wondering why she had never thought to ask.“A lot’s happened while you were away,” he said. For once there was no accusation or judgment in his tone. She looked over his shoulder again. Kate was unsubtly dragging Dom from the floor where he was glowering at Kyle and Demi’s dance. She urged him to sit down at the table with her parents, back facing towards them. Shortly thereafter, Kyle began to guide Demi towards the edge of the room, making her wonder if twins had some sort of ESP.“Kyle…” she warned. “Someone will notice.”“Let them.”“Kyle…”“I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food, be the person you call first when you’ve had a bad day, come over and hold your hair when you’re sick. How much clearer can I make this?” he asked. They were now at the edge of the hall. He dropped his embrace and tugged her by the hand. She didn’t know why she followed. Maybe the daze brought on by his goofy list, maybe the way her heart raced at the simple sweetness of it. Maybe it was the sugar high. Kyle tugged her into a side room and shut the door. Just like their first time, Demi was the one to draw his mouth to hers. His hands undid his belt and slacks then pushed her dress up, and yanked her hose down. He hitched her up and backed into a chair, keeping their mouths locked. He grabbed her hips as he sat and she knelt to straddle him in it.“Ungh,” she moaned when he entered her without any more preparation than a few dozen sensuous kisses. She was just dry enough that it felt forceful, but wet enough for it to not be painful. For some reason the rough sensation was an incredible turn on. She grabbed his head and deepened her kisses while he moved her up and down on his cock. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to her neck.“Say yes,” he whispered. She shivered from the tickle it made on her skin. She had forgotten what she was supposed to be answering. She gripped his head firmer and started moving faster on his lap. He grabbed her hips and stilled her, then waited until she looked in his eyes. “Say yes,” he repeated. “Take a chance on me. On us.” His voice and expression were passionate and demanding. Her flesh and soul felt inexorably tangled up in lust and longing, yearning not just for his body, but to discover what it would be like to be cherished by him. --The Good Life © 2014 by Genevieve Dewey, All Rights Reserved.
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Dom & KateThe Bird Day BattalionThe V-Day AversionThe Good Life
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KISS OF THE DAMNED ~ A Stylish, Sexy #Vampire #Romance #FilmReview #ASMSG

Confession time: I am a vampire film connoisseur. There are very few decent vampire films I have not seen. Actually only one, because I can't get it on streaming ... yet.  So, in truth, I am a bit biased.
KISS OF THE DAMNED cover art isn't bad really, but, its not a cover that would have ever drawn me to the movie. It was the Amazon alsoboughts that sucked me in.  Kiss of the Damned showed up in the alsoboughts of several good vampire films, so, I watched the trailer and was intrigued enough to one-click on the streaming video.
But if the cover hasn't convinced you, try this on for size:


What I got for my oneclick was a brooding, atmospheric and highly erotic vampire romance thriller. Suprisingly good, without being the slightest bit cheesy or campy. This is one of those rare films that uses zero special effects, yet manages to precisely convey the dark, erotic and deadly nature of vampires. 
Call me impressed. 
I would love to see a sequel to this film, shit, a series of sequels.
This is one of those rare moments when I absolutely love Indie filmmakers for doing a movie that Hollywood would never do, yet in so many ways its far superior to the standard vampire tripe coming out of Hollywood.
To be honest, this kind of drama is what the Dark Shadows remake could have been, if the filmmakers had taken it seriously instead of churning out a raunchy, slapstick comedy. This is vampire erotic drama AT ITS BEST.
The rundown:

We have a writer, Paolo, on vacation in the countryside, trying to use the solitude to write a screenplay. He sees our unusually alluring redhead vampire, Djuna, at a video rental store, and follows her outside into the rain. She does her best to push him away, while simultaneously seducing him. They end up at her home, an out of the way mansion, and things get a little steamy -- then wham! She shuts him down and puts him out the door. 
It was for his own good of course. These vampires kill people when they feed, more often than not. And as we learn later in the story, leaving a bitten victim to turn is a no-no, unless you are willing to take on responsibility for shepherding the new vamp into the fold.
Paolo is utterly smitten with vampire Djuna, and simply will not take no for an answer. They have the most interesting vampire makeout scene ever -- when she inadvertently bites his tongue and starts sucking the blood right from his mouth. 
From then on, Djuna has no choice but to reveal the truth, while naked and chained to the bed. (Never has a more interesting vampire revelation scene been filmed -- never )

Paolo is fascinated, aroused, and proceeds to play with fire by unchaining this smoking hot naked vampire, and having one of the best vampire sex scenes ever filmed. True Blood directors could learn a thing or two from this dark, sexy film. And, of course, Paolo is bitten, and subsequently turned.

He's alarmingly calm about the whole deal. But, the plus side is that Paolo now understands the allure of the violence his Agent wants him to write into his screenplays (before being turned he was some kind of literary prude about violence).
Seems like it was filmed in the European countryside, considering Djuna is French and has an accent, and the overall retro 70's-erotic-horror feel of the film, but, its actually rural America, with a couple scenes of philosophical American vamps sitting around lamenting about how it sucks that they must hide out from the world.
Raven-haired Mimi is the in-your-face complication to an otherwise idyllic love story.

Mimi revels in the savagery of her life as a vampire. She hunts human prey, seduces them, and kills them right in mid-orgasm (True Blood can suck on that one). If I had to choose my death, that's not a bad way to go really. Mimi, the bad sister vamp, constantly subverts Djuna's peice of mind and fragile control over her savage urges. Mimi is the temptress who makes everything in life interesting, but also destroys the relationships of everyone around her.
She's the perfect vampire whore you love to hate, and yet Mimi's so brutally honest about who and what she is. Far more honest than Djuna.

A note on the soundtrack: GRUNGE AWESOMESAUCE. The feedback heavy industrial grunge music grinds us through these dramatic, brooding scenes, a totally unique style of soundtrack for such a severe film. For a guy like me who grew up with the alternative grunge of Nirvana and industrial grunge of Helmet and Ministry, who happens to write vampire erotic fiction, this soundtrack was simply perfect in every way. The music made the movie just that much better.
I give KISS OF THE DAMNED, a solid Five Fatass Stars: ★★★★★
En Fin, I leave you with an alternate cover to the movie, which is far better than the dvd cover art:


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Beyond The Black Sea ~ A Dark #UrbanFantasy #Review #ASMSG

Those naughty little half-demon bastards are at it again! Wisdom, a genie and time-traveler extraordinaire, is back with all the usual suspects, for round two of the Activation saga. The mythology delves deep into the very origins of humanity, birthed from the decadence and decline of Atlantis.
Plots hatched millenniums ago are coalescing into the endgame ... and the end of mankind. 
In short: Earth is screwed. 
The only thing standing in the way of Armageddon is a gang of half-demon bastards, the last people you'd ever want tasked with saving the world. Antiheroes abound in this short, intense tale of a bad situation gone to hell faster than a jail cell fills with drug addicts.
Its X-men on crack, complete with doomsday devices, wizards, winged lizardmen assassins, dragons, shapeshifters, body-snatching demons, and of course, undead cybernetic solders that catch a scent and hunt their prey to the ends of the Earth -- all the old favorites. 
Fans of dark fantasy, urban fantasy and horror should love this fast-paced novel chocked full of mayhem, chaos, destruction, and snappy one-liners. Joseph Murphy at his best. 
Grab it on Amazon or Add it to Goodreads.
Check out my review of the paranormal badassary of Joseph Murphy's first novel, Council of Peacocks.
Here's an awesome blog article by Joseph on Reptilians:  http://councilofpeacocks.blogspot.com/2014/06/reptilians-do-they-exist-and-how-they.html
Here's another awesome blog article by Joseph on Atlantis: http://councilofpeacocks.blogspot.com/2014/06/4-fun-facts-about-atlantis-and-why-what.html
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Who would’ve thought a rogue nobleman and a secret agent tied in shibari knots would be so instrumental in saving a world from sexual slavery.

Ramsey desperately needs a pardon. The catch: Win a grueling and bloody gladiator game. His consolation: Elite mercenary, Steffania Rickard, has been ordered to help DeKieran ~ posing as his sexual submissive.
When Ramsey DeKieran, disgraced nobleman and accused murderer, is offered a pardon Ram knows there'll be a catch. The High Lord of Verdantia offers him a clean slate in exchange for the off-world rescue of a Verdantian noblewoman ~ a suicide mission that has already cost the lives of good men. The one redeeming feature is the assistance of the stunning captain of Verdantia’s elite mercenary team.
For Captain Steffania Rickard, assisting DeKieran in the rescue of a woman critical to the future of Verdantia will be difficult enough. The rogue trips all her triggers ~ good and bad. Infinitely worse, to fit into the culture of Vxloncia, she must pose as Ram's sex slave. The sexually dominant Ramsey is nothing if not perceptive and Steffania doubts her carefully disguised and deeply hidden desires will remain concealed.
Their mission takes on new meaning when they unmask a heinous program of enslavement, long cloaked in secrecy. Together they must find a way to overcome their initial animosity and recover a woman vital to the future of their race. Together, they will have to bring a malicious entity to justice. In the maelstrom of sex, savagery, domination and submission, Ram and Steffania will need all their wits and strength to survive.
Excerpt:
Chapter One

N.T. Solar Date 4637
Captain Steffania Rickard of the elite Blue Daggers fumed silently as her eyes scanned the seedy brothel’s dark, empty, upstairs room. Damn-it-all. I was certain I’d finally caught up to him. She’d wasted the better part of two months looking for this man. Her shoulders slumped in fatigue. She’d expended no small amount of energy slipping into this absurdly well-guarded bedroom. Any number of disreputable fighting men watched the rooftop, the hall outside and the stairs to the upper levels. No one had watched the building’s exterior walls, however, so she scaled the three-story brothel’s ragged bricks and entered by a poorly secured window. 
A small prick at her carotid, from what was certainly a razor sharp stiletto, froze her in place. She hardly dared to breathe. Her heart leapt like a springbok eluding a hunting cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You know not to let down your guard.
“You are not my type, Steffania. I like my women submissive and kneeling at my feet – not contentious and sneaking behind my back. But if you want me bad enough to break in here, I’ll accommodate you.”
Ramsey DeKieran’s deep, arrogant voice drawled low in her ear. He jerked her close, and his hard body pressed into her back. His hand roamed freely, intimately, between her thighs, across her abdomen then higher to fondle her breasts. He paused to toss her hidden blades and throwing crescents to the floor. She couldn’t mistake the prodding at the middle of her back for anything other than it was – a truly impressive erection.
“You conceited ass, I’m not here for that,” she hissed as his fingers rolled one of her nipples, sending sensation zinging to her lower region.
His knife still at her throat, he growled, “Turn very carefully. I need to check your back for weapons.”
With a snarl of her own, she complied. Unusual eyes of glacial blue with an outer ring of darker blue locked with hers. An unfriendly grin stretched a full, generous mouth on a gaunt, chiseled face of high cheekbones and a straight-bridged aristocratic nose. An unkempt comma of black hair hung in the middle of his forehead. A day’s worth of dark beard shadowed his cheeks. He looked feral, undomesticated.
His free hand roamed her back and buttocks, his arousal pressed into her soft abdomen. He found the knife at the small of her back and tossed it to the growing collection. To her horror, the flesh between her legs began to moisten. Damn him!
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you getting wet, sweetheart? Does dominance do it for you?”
“Bastard!” She shoved herself violently away with both hands, angered further by his oh-so-accurate taunt. It had to be a guess. She’d kept those desires carefully hidden. She retreated several steps to face him, gasping in air. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
A dark eyebrow arched slowly. “If you don’t want a good fuck, then what do you want, sweetheart?”
Steffania prided herself on being a good liar. The trick was to weave in some truth with the lie. In truth, ever since she fought beside DeKieran in the Haarb wars, the scoundrel had headlined in her sexual fantasies. “I’m not your fucking sweetheart. You’re the last man I’d want.” She threw her head back and glared. “High Lord DeTano wants you. I’m just his messenger.”
“Why would I do anything for Ari DeTano?”
“For a pardon.”
DeKieran straightened his relaxed posture. Not shrinking under his piercing examination took discipline. She stood motionless until the space between them vibrated with almost visible tension. Damn you, Ramsey. Say something.
Finally, he shrugged. “I’ll hear what he has to say.”
~ ~ ~
The royal chambers for the Second Tetriarch. So this is how the nobility lives. Ram ran his eyes along the heavily carved, spice-wood paneling and then to the marble floor covered with a thick rug of tribal design in vibrant hues of red, cobalt blue and gold. He contrasted it with the rough timber walls plugged with rags and paper that enclosed his room at the whorehouse. The wafer-thin, shit-brown rug on the plank floor of his room had long ago lost its original color to noxious stains and ground-in dirt.
His mind mentally tallied the worth of the gold picture frames holding miniature scenes  covering an antique occasional table and the unusual vase made of a precious-stone geode. A ten thousand credit vase holding common wild flowers. Pft. Someone has no regard for the rarity of that item. I wonder if it would be missed? He considered liberating the vase after he heard what Ari DeTano wanted. That one item would pay for his food and lodging, and that of his men, for the next five years.
Ram was a stranger to this part of Verdantia’s capital. He knew only the underbelly of Sylvan Mintoth – the places where the filth of their planet collected – human and otherwise. He’d never imagined a time when he’d sit in Queen Constante’s opulent antechamber – the evident wealth an unwelcome reminder of a life that should have been his. It is what it is. Deal with it. He idly worried a toothpick, flipping it from one side to the other in his mouth. Two members of the ruling Tetriarch, High Lord DeTano and his lover, that blond devil of an assassin, Doral DeLorion, appraised Ram in silence. Ramsey returned their focused examination with cool self-possession. If they thought to make him nervous, they could think again. Only those with something to lose got nervous.
Ram grinned at the feminine mercenary, Captain Steffania Rickard – a stunning, savagely competent soldier with breasts that begged fondling and lush lips that… Yeah, he knew where he’d like that mouth. Her unusual eyes of honey-gold glared back at him. Redheaded spitfire. He’d love to have her to himself for several days. The thought of taming the proud beauty speared heat through his groin. His dominance had aroused her. Ram knew it. He had an unerring instinct for detecting women who enjoyed what he delivered. 
With a long-suffering sigh to indicate he didn’t have all day – well, he did, but those three didn’t need to know – Ram addressed DeTano. “Rickard said you wanted to talk to me. I’m here.” He crossed his legs with a casual indolence and rested an ankle on his knee. “What can a dispossessed nobleman and accused murderer do for High Lord DeTano?”
DeTano nodded at his blond lover and second in the ruling trio. Other business occupied their beloved queen, or Fleur Constante would have been present, too. “We have an issue. Segundo DeLorion suggested your name as a solution. The Senzienza, in her obscure, mystical way, has indicated Lady Alessa DeAlbero is critical to the future of our world.”
“So? You don’t need me to find a lost noble woman with invaluable genes. You command the resources of the Second Tetriarch. I’m just one man.”
DeLorion crossed his arms, and his rich voice fell softly into the room. “We’ve tried for almost a year to recover her. We sent others – many others. They turned up dead – or not at all.”
After a moment of silence, High Lord DeTano continued. “The Haarb sold Lady DeAlbero to Veacon Narr. We located her but before we could move, Narr hid her.”
Ramsey grunted. “What makes you think the most notorious slaver in the Hyperion Galaxy is going to let me waltz in to extricate the woman if all your efforts have failed?”
Again, DeLorion’s voice fell quietly in the room. “We just need you to find her and get her to a rendezvous point. We’ll get her off-planet. I have approached the League of Federated Planets for assistance. But it is as I suspected. Our galactic peacekeepers won’t act unless I can document serious violations of galactic law. They won’t act for the recovery of just one person.”
Ram shook his head. “Still, why send me where others have failed?”
The smile DeLorion bestowed on Ram would have shriveled lesser men. “I would prefer you dead. My sister seems to think you deserve a second chance.” Doral lifted a shoulder in a shrug and shook his head as if to say his sister’s desires were incomprehensible. “Why you? You demonstrate a remarkable penchant for self-preservation coupled with a reputation for accomplishing the impossible – all while eluding capture. Besides, I am tired of consoling the families of good men. You are more...expendable. No one will mourn your death.”
Ramsey chuckled and returned his smile, in kind. “I did allow your sister to escape.”
“You kidnapped her in the first place.”
Ram shrugged. “I was paid to do a job. I did it.”
Doral held Ram in an icy stare. “And yet you still live.”
DeTano interrupted their innuendo-laden exchange and tossed a rolled parchment into Ram’s lap. “Read it. It absolves you of all crimes recorded against you, past or present. Find Lady Alessa DeAlbero, and we will sign it.”
Ram picked it up and scanned it casually. DeTano was correct. The unsigned pardon was broad-sweeping. Ram’s eyebrows rose at the minutely detailed list of criminal involvements he’d  thought no one else knew about. “Someone has been very interested in me for a very long time.” He smiled without humor and tapped the scroll on his knee with an assumed air of boredom. “How will you convince our good queen to sign this?”
DeTano looked at him thoughtfully. “Supreme Commander Eric DeStroia uncovered evidence that may cast doubt on your conviction.” Ari shrugged. “The case can be reopened.”
A resurgence of pain at Desiree’s death and anger at his unjust conviction flooded Ram. Hell’s breath. Thought I had left those emotions behind. His sardonic gaze rose and caught first DeTano then DeLorion. “If I’m successful, you have Lady DeAlbero, if unsuccessful, my dead body, and all it costs you is a piece of paper.”
A feral smile pulled at DeLorion’s face. “Yes. What I call a ‘win-win’ situation – for me.”Ramsey threw his head back and laughed. When he sobered, he observed, “Vxloncia is a hi-tech planet. I have never been off the surface of our primitive Verdantia. My lack of familiarity with anything technical will handicap me.”
“Yes. We are aware of that. A Blue Dagger will accompany you,” DeTano said.
Ram considered the elite off-world mercenaries who had remained on Verdantia at the end of the Haarb war. His illicit, paramilitary group assiduously avoided Captain Steffania Rickard and her Blue Daggers. If Doral DeLorion was Ari DeTano’s right hand, then Steffania Rickard was his left. The Daggers had earned their reputation as galactic ‘bad-asses’ in spectacular fashion during the Haarb wars. Ram had fought side-by-side with Steffania and her Daggers during one campaign. As much as he would trust his life to anyone, he’d trust it to the Daggers – particularly their red-haired commander.
Ram grunted his acceptance. “It is also a world where male domination and female submission is enforced. I think their terms are dominus and slaaf. They hold their women close. Where do you suggest I start?”
“With Narr, himself,” said DeTano. “One of our contacts said Narr was infatuated with Lady Alessa. He knows we look for her. He keeps her well hidden.”
“And just how do I get close to Narr?”
DeLorion uncrossed his arms and tossed another paper into Ramsey’s lap. “The planet holds ‘gladiator games’ as entertainment. Narr, the primary sponsor, is obsessed with the bloodshed and spectacle. He always invites the winner of the games to his compound for an orgy of celebration. That will be your best chance to find Lady DeAlbero.”
Ram sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Gladiator games.” Shit.
“We took the liberty of entering your name,” DeTano said. “It’s ‘no holds barred’, but the only weapons allowed are archaic. You will be familiar with all of them.”
“Should be right up your alley, DeKieran. You get to fight dirty.” Captain Rickard’s feminine lilt spat the insult at him. “But this presupposes you’ll win.”
He’d forgotten her presence. At her challenge to both his honor and his fighting prowess – all right, perhaps he had no honor, but the slur to his skills stung – Ram rose to his feet and turned to look at her. A wickedly satisfying thought formed. He threw a quick glance at DeTano. “A Blue Dagger goes with me, yes?” DeTano nodded. “I’ll take your job, on one condition.” Ram pointed at Steffania. “That Blue Dagger goes – as my sexual submissive.”
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