Heads: Vampire releases Satuday! Excerpt!
Heads: Vampire releases Saturday! This is the first book in The Coin Toss series.
This is one of my favorite books so far. A romantic comedy, it's fun, romantic, and a bit of action woven in. Enough to hopefully keep your attention and make you fall in love with the characters like I did.
Charlotte believes love only exists in fairy tales, but agrees to attend a New Year’s Eve party as a favor to a friend. A coin toss saddles her with a snobbish, immaculate vampire with a big ego, one who makes her grind her teeth and pester with silly questions.
Ethan can’t believe he’s set up with a human female, one with horrendous taste in interior decorating and a quirky inquisitiveness that pricks at his final nerve. Unfortunately, the cards are stacked against him from the moment they meet. Danger and disaster bring them together, forcing them to lean on one another for survival.
Can they move past their vast species differences and find true love?
Excerpt:
Charlotte propped a hip on the corner of her desk. "I'm still not sure about this. What if the guy takes one look at me and storms out?"
Ginger, the most outgoing and social person Charlotte knew, stood in the narrow space between their work stations. The petite redhead never met a stranger, recalled names in a flash, flirted constantly, and somehow managed to keep a brilliant smile plastered on her face no matter the day or situation. Put that personality with her trim build and bubbly energy and it was no wonder she drew men like a gaggle of geese to a pond. "Oh, Char, don't be so negative."
"The men you set us up with agreed to this blind date?" Char persisted, hem-hawing with indecision in regards to Ginger's off-the-wall suggestion.
The annual Peace Protection Division New Year's Eve party was scheduled for the next evening. Pretty much anyone with a remote association with the department received an open invitation two weeks ago and had already lined up dates for the evening. Everyone except her and Timber, her best friend in the office.Timber could be described as a matching wallflower content to watch from the sidelines. Sharing a common ideology and outlook, they made for great friends. Life happened and you made the best of it. For people such as themselves, love happened in romance novels and storybook tales. Only a few blessed people found true love and a mate for life. Neither bemoaned the fact they weren't in that select list, instead focusing on the freedom to do whatever they liked, a luxury to those with husbands and children.
"Of course they agreed." Ginger waved a hand dismissively.
Not for the first time, Char envied her friend's bright nature, the ease with which she worked around men, and her flippant attitude toward life. Whereas Char leaned toward a down to earth and practical nature, plodding through life determined to enjoy the small stuff with a quirky sense of humor, Ginger took the mirror opposite path. She worked hard and certainly produced excellent quality work, yet she saw life as an adventure with limited time to fulfill a thousand dreams and wishes.
Timber ambled up, a steaming mug clasped in her hands. "Is she trying to convince you to go to the party?" Her unbound, long blonde hair swayed with each movement, the natural waves lapping at her lower back.
"You guys need to get out and have some fun. Good grief. It's just one night. One party. Heck, if you get technical, it's for four or five hours tops. What can it hurt to meet a guy, dance a little, and share a kiss to celebrate the New Year?" Ginger's gaze flicked from Timber to Char and back again.
They shared a look before Char sighed. "I'm driving myself to the party and home."
Timber nodded. "Me, too. And I'm not wearing a slinky dress or high heels that some women shove themselves into for such an occasion."
Ginger grinned widely. "Fine. Fine. As long as you're there, that's what counts."
"I don't know how Deacon gets anything past you." Timber shook her head.
"Oh, he tries but I can run circles around him." Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the name.
Ginger and Deacon had been a hot item for the past year, which said a lot about their relationship since Ginger normally flitted from one man to the next, moving on at the first hint of boredom. But Deacon was no ordinary man. His vampire powers must include suggestion or super sticky suction cups because she no longer spoke about resuming the search for a replacement. His hard, sexy body and sultry smile probably helped corral and tame the flame-haired socialite of the office.
Tugging her ponytail holder out, Char busily rearranged her shoulder-length hair, wrapping the loose material around it once more. Her brown eyes lifted. "Aren't you going to tell us about the guys? Which one do I get?"
"Of course. And, I suck at matchmaking, so I came up with a better idea."
Char and Timber stepped closer. "What idea?"
"We're going to toss a coin to decide who gets which date." Ginger dug into her pants pocket pulling out a quarter and holding it up for inspection.
Char blinked. "Are you insane? Why can't you just tell us about them and let us decide which fits us best?"
Shaking her head, Ginger clicked her tongue. "You two are pretty much peas in the same pod. I think either would do for each of you." She palmed the coin. "Besides, if you don't like one, then you can always trade."Timber placed her cup on a nearby desk. "I guess it doesn't really matter."
Char shrugged. She truly didn't expect more than spending a few minutes and perhaps a dance with the one chosen for her. Men tended to see right through her, excusing themselves at the earliest possible moment, only to reappear later with a more fashionable lady, complete with high heels, in tow.
"Who's going to call?"
"Go ahead, Timber."
The green-eyed blonde nodded. "Okay. Tails."
Ginger flipped the coin in the air. All watched as it bounced across the top of the desk and rolled a few inches before coming to a stop.
Tails.
"Great." Ginger marched back to her desk, opened the middle drawer, and pulled out a couple of envelopes. Returning, she handed one to Timber and the other to Char. "Meet your men."
The front of her envelope said 'Heads' scribbled in red. Slowly opening the flap, she dug inside, lifting out a sheet of white paper. Scanning over the writing, Char blinked at the written words before her.
My date is a vampire?
Available now for pre-order at Silver Publishing:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/heads-...
This is one of my favorite books so far. A romantic comedy, it's fun, romantic, and a bit of action woven in. Enough to hopefully keep your attention and make you fall in love with the characters like I did.
Charlotte believes love only exists in fairy tales, but agrees to attend a New Year’s Eve party as a favor to a friend. A coin toss saddles her with a snobbish, immaculate vampire with a big ego, one who makes her grind her teeth and pester with silly questions.
Ethan can’t believe he’s set up with a human female, one with horrendous taste in interior decorating and a quirky inquisitiveness that pricks at his final nerve. Unfortunately, the cards are stacked against him from the moment they meet. Danger and disaster bring them together, forcing them to lean on one another for survival.
Can they move past their vast species differences and find true love?
Excerpt:
Charlotte propped a hip on the corner of her desk. "I'm still not sure about this. What if the guy takes one look at me and storms out?"
Ginger, the most outgoing and social person Charlotte knew, stood in the narrow space between their work stations. The petite redhead never met a stranger, recalled names in a flash, flirted constantly, and somehow managed to keep a brilliant smile plastered on her face no matter the day or situation. Put that personality with her trim build and bubbly energy and it was no wonder she drew men like a gaggle of geese to a pond. "Oh, Char, don't be so negative."
"The men you set us up with agreed to this blind date?" Char persisted, hem-hawing with indecision in regards to Ginger's off-the-wall suggestion.
The annual Peace Protection Division New Year's Eve party was scheduled for the next evening. Pretty much anyone with a remote association with the department received an open invitation two weeks ago and had already lined up dates for the evening. Everyone except her and Timber, her best friend in the office.Timber could be described as a matching wallflower content to watch from the sidelines. Sharing a common ideology and outlook, they made for great friends. Life happened and you made the best of it. For people such as themselves, love happened in romance novels and storybook tales. Only a few blessed people found true love and a mate for life. Neither bemoaned the fact they weren't in that select list, instead focusing on the freedom to do whatever they liked, a luxury to those with husbands and children.
"Of course they agreed." Ginger waved a hand dismissively.
Not for the first time, Char envied her friend's bright nature, the ease with which she worked around men, and her flippant attitude toward life. Whereas Char leaned toward a down to earth and practical nature, plodding through life determined to enjoy the small stuff with a quirky sense of humor, Ginger took the mirror opposite path. She worked hard and certainly produced excellent quality work, yet she saw life as an adventure with limited time to fulfill a thousand dreams and wishes.
Timber ambled up, a steaming mug clasped in her hands. "Is she trying to convince you to go to the party?" Her unbound, long blonde hair swayed with each movement, the natural waves lapping at her lower back.
"You guys need to get out and have some fun. Good grief. It's just one night. One party. Heck, if you get technical, it's for four or five hours tops. What can it hurt to meet a guy, dance a little, and share a kiss to celebrate the New Year?" Ginger's gaze flicked from Timber to Char and back again.
They shared a look before Char sighed. "I'm driving myself to the party and home."
Timber nodded. "Me, too. And I'm not wearing a slinky dress or high heels that some women shove themselves into for such an occasion."
Ginger grinned widely. "Fine. Fine. As long as you're there, that's what counts."
"I don't know how Deacon gets anything past you." Timber shook her head.
"Oh, he tries but I can run circles around him." Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the name.
Ginger and Deacon had been a hot item for the past year, which said a lot about their relationship since Ginger normally flitted from one man to the next, moving on at the first hint of boredom. But Deacon was no ordinary man. His vampire powers must include suggestion or super sticky suction cups because she no longer spoke about resuming the search for a replacement. His hard, sexy body and sultry smile probably helped corral and tame the flame-haired socialite of the office.
Tugging her ponytail holder out, Char busily rearranged her shoulder-length hair, wrapping the loose material around it once more. Her brown eyes lifted. "Aren't you going to tell us about the guys? Which one do I get?"
"Of course. And, I suck at matchmaking, so I came up with a better idea."
Char and Timber stepped closer. "What idea?"
"We're going to toss a coin to decide who gets which date." Ginger dug into her pants pocket pulling out a quarter and holding it up for inspection.
Char blinked. "Are you insane? Why can't you just tell us about them and let us decide which fits us best?"
Shaking her head, Ginger clicked her tongue. "You two are pretty much peas in the same pod. I think either would do for each of you." She palmed the coin. "Besides, if you don't like one, then you can always trade."Timber placed her cup on a nearby desk. "I guess it doesn't really matter."
Char shrugged. She truly didn't expect more than spending a few minutes and perhaps a dance with the one chosen for her. Men tended to see right through her, excusing themselves at the earliest possible moment, only to reappear later with a more fashionable lady, complete with high heels, in tow.
"Who's going to call?"
"Go ahead, Timber."
The green-eyed blonde nodded. "Okay. Tails."
Ginger flipped the coin in the air. All watched as it bounced across the top of the desk and rolled a few inches before coming to a stop.
Tails.
"Great." Ginger marched back to her desk, opened the middle drawer, and pulled out a couple of envelopes. Returning, she handed one to Timber and the other to Char. "Meet your men."
The front of her envelope said 'Heads' scribbled in red. Slowly opening the flap, she dug inside, lifting out a sheet of white paper. Scanning over the writing, Char blinked at the written words before her.
My date is a vampire?
Available now for pre-order at Silver Publishing:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/heads-...
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