Sunday, October 31, 2010

Excerpt Monday: Andrew Kaufman

The winner of Andrew's book is Tiffany K. Congrats, Tiffany! Send me your contact info and I'll give it to Andrew. Thanks to everyone who participated.

Blurb While the Savage Sleeps:

Strange things are happening in Faith, New Mexico. People are disappearing and for others it's far worse. The body count is rising, the pressure is mounting, and the clock is ticking as they rush to uncover a dangerous secret hiding just below the surface of this all-American town — one that's threatening to destroy Faith and everyone in it. One they must hunt down quickly.


Slowly, Kyle eased her way out of bed, gun at her side, padding softly toward the door. Using her other hand, she turned the knob just enough to disengage it from the jamb, then pulled it open a crack so she could peer through.

The hallway was empty.

She moved on to the foyer, treading lightly, concentrating on every step, her senses heightened, her mind on high alert.

Suddenly, Kyle heard commotion coming from the living room downstairs and froze. She walked to the edge of the staircase, looked down, and drew a steadying breath.

When she reached the bottom of the steps, she immediately felt the air turn frigid. She’d wandered into a patch of ice-cold air so chilly that it turned her breath to steam as it left her mouth. A wave of goose bumps wriggled up her arms; still, she moved on.

But not quickly or easily. Along with the chill, a commanding resistance penetrated the air — something thick, soupy — and the harder she pushed against it, the stronger it seemed to become, like trying to defy a powerful water current. Laboring with each step, she struggled her way through it.

Kyle had experienced this phenomenon before but never to such an extreme. Cold spots, she remembered, an indication of energy from a lingering, paranormal presence.

Slowly, she lowered the gun down by her side, knowing it would do her no good — you can’t shoot the dead. She put the weapon away in a drawer and headed toward the living room.

Turning the corner, Kyle had the uneasy feeling that someone was standing directly behind her. She spun around, but saw nothing. Still, she couldn’t shake the intense impression of another’s presence.

A loud crash interrupted the thought, but it wasn’t coming from anywhere near her; it was coming from up near her bedroom.

Kyle looked toward the top of the staircase, then back down and across the living room. Noises were coming from all over the house. First upstairs, then downstairs, now upstairs again. She was chasing ghosts, chasing her fears, and getting nowhere.

Anger replaced fear as Kyle turned to climb the steps again, but upon reaching the top, her emotions quickly changed. She stared with disbelief at her bedroom door.

Closed. She knew she’d left it open.

But that wasn’t all — the doorknob was cold to the touch, icier than a tombstone in the dead of winter. Before Kyle could turn it, the door swung out violently, slamming against the wall and producing a thundering crash. Startled but determined, she stepped forward, peered into her bedroom.

And saw nothing.

But she felt something: a hard slap across her face. She screamed, then heard more noise off in the distance, the sound of bells, hundreds of them. The sounds quickly graduated until finally reaching ear-shattering intensity.

Kyle finally gave in to her panic. Things were moving too fast. She didn’t know where to look or what to do next.

All of a sudden, the bells cut out at the same time, and there was complete silence.

Before she could gather her thoughts, she heard a child screaming, followed by a cold, tingling sensation that felt like icy water on her spine. Something, or someone, had just passed through her body. She had an idea who it was.

Kyle swung her head toward the window; it was wide open, although she knew she’d closed it earlier, and even though the wind was blowing in, the curtains were blowing out.

Just then, a powerful gale picked up speed and barreled toward her, lifting furniture inches from the floor, then slamming it down forcefully and violently. Things were falling off shelves; others did worse, flying across the room, one book missing her by inches as she dropped to the floor.

A brutal storm was raging inside her bedroom, inside her house. Determined to get to the window, Kyle picked herself up and pushed forward, struggling against the wind, the noise. When she finally got there, she caught the curtains with her hands and pulled them inside; as soon as she did, all the commotion instantly came to an abrupt halt. The air was as calm as could be.

Kyle stood silent, gazing out at the bottomless night, wondering what she’d just experienced, and why. She closed the window and the drapes.

Then she crawled back into bed, burrowing beneath the covers and closing her eyes. But only for a few seconds. She jumped when she felt her toe pressing against slimy, cold flesh.

Someone was in her bed with her.

She screamed, swung her head to the right, and found a pair of flat, listless eyes staring back, only inches from hers.

The small child lay right beside her, on her back, head turned toward Kyle, stringy, filthy hair clinging to her skin like wet, muddy grass. Kyle was peering into the eyes of a corpse.

She jumped from the bed and screamed, “What do you want?”

The girl gave her the answer, coldly, impassively, and with only two words: “Help me.”

For more info about Andrew E. Kaufman and While the Savage Sleeps, please visit:


Andrew will be giving away a copy of his book to one commenter. His winner will be selected and posted on Tuesday evening. Stop back by to see if you won.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

My new short story, Diary of a Narcissistic Bloodsucker is live on Amazon Kindle! And Halloween Kindle Giveaway!

Happy Halloween, everyone! I was blown away by the number of participants in the Halloween Kindle Giveaway. I hope everyone enjoyed meeting all the authors who helped with the contest. I wrote everyone's name on a little slip of paper, put them all in my mini-coffin, and chose a winner. The winner is: Tara Woods from Alabama. I have sent an email to Tara. Once again, I sincerely appreciate the amazing support and enthusiasm. Thanks so much to you all!

Here's the buy link for Diary of a Narcissistic Bloodsucker:

Halloween/Samhain is my favorite holiday, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have some fun with it. How better to celebrate this spooky time of year than by giving away another of my favorite things: a Kindle! I purchased my own Kindle a few months back, and became instantly addicted. I'd been one of those readers who said I'd "never read electronically." I couldn't imagine not holding a paper book in my hands. But I've since discovered I don't have to choose: I can love all forms of the written word. Having Kindle versions of my books has brought me hundreds of new readers. Ebooks truly are an exciting option for the future.

I'd like to thank all the paranormal authors who joined with me to participate in this excellent Halloween event!

Here are the rules to enter the giveaway:

Go to the website of each author listed below, answer the two questions (you'll find the answers somewhere on each website) for every author, and send me an email with all the answers to:

Please include all your contact information with your entry.

I will collect those emails, put your names in my mini-coffin, and will select a winner of the Kindle on the night of October 31. The winner's name will be posted on the blog and I'll send you an email.

To make sure no answers are posted in the comments section, I have turned off comments for this post. It wouldn't be fair if someone could just pick up the answers from the comments without visiting all the authors' websites. Part of the fun of this giveaway is introducing new readers to the work of all these wonderful authors.

One entry per person, please. Thank you for participating!

Halloween Kindle Giveaway Authors:

Lynda Hilburn
Question #1) What are the names of the two men who came to Kismet's office unexpectedly?
Question #2) What kept Luna from drinking Kismet dry?

Angelique Armae
Question #1) Which archangel trained Isabel in Shadows of the Soul?
Question #2) What is the name of the book listing fallen angels who fell from grace during the fall of Eden?

Heidi Betts
Question #1) Three of the character names in the blurb on the back of The Bite Before Christmas are incorrect (one last name, two first names). What are the correct character names in the story?
Question #2) What is the name of Heidi’s Halloween vampire giveaway, running until October 30, 2010?

Danielle Bourdon
Question #1) What is the name of the bartender?
Question #2) What does Sebastian do to Laurel's phone?

Marilee Brothers
Question #1) What is the name of Marilee's newsletter?
Question #2) What is the name of Marilee's friend who writes the wine column?

Ciar Cullen
Question #1) Name the ancient culture that seems to interest me.
Question #2) Name my most recent release.

Lori Devoti
Question #1) Name two stories Lori has written that contain vampires.
Question #2) Name a creature other than zombies featured in Lori’s 2010 release,
Zombie Moon.

Betsy Dornbusch
Question #1) What magazine do I edit?
Question #2) Who is my latest fangrrl crush?

Sandra Edwards
Question #1) What does Jack (the ghost) want Izzy to do?
Question #2) What does Izzy do for a living after she travels back in time?

Krisi Keley
Question #1) What year did Valéry speak with his cousin Jules about what happened to him following the Children's Crusade?
Question #2) What's the name of the "immortal child" Valéry considers his greatest sin because he made him a vampire for completely selfish reasons?

Monique Martin
Question #1) Where does Simon teach Occult Studies?
Question #2) What does Elizabeth compare her nightmare to?

Phoebe Matthews
Question #1) The sword Tarvik carries once belonged to what warlord?
Question #2) April remembers another life. Where, and what was her stage name?

Karen Michelle Nutt
Question #1) What is Ryden’s reaction to Eli’s kiss?
Question #2) Who speaks to Clarity while she’s sitting in the devil’s chair?

Gloria Oliver
Question #1) What is the sound most dreaded everywhere?
Question #2) How is Clarence punishing Kel?

Nina Pierce
Question #1) What creature of the night is Reese Colton?
Question #2) What kind of shifter is Jayda Kynslan?

Renee Rearden
Question #1) What is the name of Saari Mitchell's adopted sibling?
Question #2) What tops Saari Mitchell's Most Painful Ways To Die list?

Chris Redding

Question #1) What is the name of the woman renting the Grace the apartment?
Question #2) What question does Zach ask Grace at the end?

LK Rigel
Question #1) What is Char afraid she'll run into on Baseline Road?
Question #2) What color is Char's card?

Lynda K. Scott
Question #1) In the excerpt for Heartstone, what does Eric call Keriam when he sees her as an infant?
Question #2) What are Lynda Scott's 3 favorite charities?

Elizabeth Sinclair
Question #1) In Garden of the Moon, what does her mother refer to Sara's ability to see ghosts as?
Question #2) - In Angel Unaware, where was Dora's soul put by accident?

Lia Slater
Question #1) Lia Slater thinks the world would be a better place if everyone did what?
Question #2) What is the hero’s name in Were Blood?

Danielle D. Smith
Question #1) What is Danielle's job other than being an author?
Question #2) Who is the publisher of Psyche's Gate in print?

Rick Taubold
Question #1) Who are the two co-hosts of the Vampires' Blog (All Things Vampire)?
Question #2) Who are the three bad guys mentioned in the two novels?

T. Lynne Tolles
Question #1) Who is Blake Bloomington's girlfriend?
Question #2) What is Devon and Blake's uncle's name?

Vianka Van Bokkem
Question #1)What are the names of the two author ladies who were my inspiration when I wrote my first novel?
Question #2) What do I like to do during winter?

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Halloween Giveaway: a Kindle!

I'm giving away a Kindle -- with the help of many paranormal romance authors. Check back here on Sunday for details about how you can win the Kindle and discover lots of new Kindle books, as well!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Excerpt Monday with Angelique Armae

The winner of Angelique's prize is: Linda Henderson. Congrats, Linda! I'll send Angelique your email address. Thanks to everyone who participated.
(Book 1 of the Paradisian Chronicles)
By Angelique Armae

When a Grigori prince and a demon huntress team up to find the antidote to a supernatural disease, the balance between good and evil is forever altered.

A fallen angel...
A human scholar...
A race against time...

Isabel Godfroie Heart is a Paradisian Scholar-an immortal human trained in the ways of Heaven and Hell-who's suffering from memory loss. During her last battle, a dark force erased specific portions of her past life memories. Now she remembers little of times past, save for the fact she's a demon slayer mentored by the archangel Gabriel. When ordered to a new post to help translate a volume of ancient text from a forbidden verse, Isabel is forced to work with the dark prince Nicolai Valentine, a soul who may or may not be responsible for her memory loss. If only she didn't find the tempting creature so hard to resist...

Born to a fallen angel and a mortal mother, Nicolai Valentine is a prince of the Grigorcov, the children of the fallen sons of God. Searching for the lost chalice that will save his kin from eternal damnation, Nicky unknowingly unleashes the Hadean Virus, a dark entity targeting members of the Grigorcov. Now the entity has been unleashed on man's world and Nicky's in a race against time to find the antidote that will stop this deadly parasite. But in order to keep the Hadean virus from attacking again, Nicolai must enlist the help of Isabel Godfroie Heart, the Paradisian Scholar he was unable to save from the wrath of Hell centuries ago...

Chapter One
Midtown Manhattan, present day...

Trouble greeted me the moment I entered Saint Gabriel's Abbey. The church bell tolled midnight, but the left alcove was lit like daylight. Six hundred sixty six candles illuminating on their own is never a good sign. I knew that specific number, because the archangel Gabriel insisted that the task of keeping the count exact fall only to me. Otherwise I might've been able to play ignorant to that little greeting from the Devil.

My name is Isabel Godfroie Heart and I'm a Paradisian Scholar.

I make my living fighting evil. Damned, non-human entities are my constant companions.

Toying with them entertains me.

So when Gabriel asked for a bit of help in the housecleaning department, I was happy to oblige. Dark souls don't belong on hallowed ground. And I do a damned-good job at sending them off with a bang.

Built as a sanctuary to accommodate mortal regiments trained by angels, the abbey had recently become the favored hot spot for demons and cursed entities. A few damned souls wouldn't have been much of a concern. After all, Gabriel does allow the Devil a bit of elbowroom every now and then. But lately Satan pushed his brother's hospitality to the limits. The flood of sudden unexpected guests from the ethereal plain alarmed me and despite days of searching for answers, I still hadn't a clue as to why they picked here and now to show themselves.

My experience told me that Hellish spawns rarely enter man's world without warrant, and failing to find the reason why disturbed me. The situation also didn't sit well with my mentor Gabriel, the abbey's namesake and guardian. Concerned, he assembled the Gothic Garrison and handed out orders to each member.

He designated the graveyard shift as mine and mine alone. One hunter to a thousand demons. The archangel's twisted rationale just forced me to love him. No one else would've assigned a single scholar to a field laden with dark evil souls and not even warned them with so much as a 'watch where you step'.

Gabriel knew me well and he always obliged me. He also provided for my uncommon needs without question and tonight was no exception.

Stepping further into the abbey, I unclasped the leather wrist cuff from my right arm, forcing the brand underneath to swell. The skin-puckering action, accompanied by a searing sensation, made my flesh tingle. Raising the mark revealed my presence to unseen entities incapable of viewing the world as mortals did. Cursed creatures don't use their eyes to see; they sense other souls.

If the demons that invaded St. Gabriel's didn't pick up on my true identity before, they certainly knew now who'd come looking for them.

About the author:
Angelique Armae is a native New Yorker who's as zany as the city she grew up in. As a child her favorite toy was Emerald The Witch, a small doll with green eyes, green hair and purple skin.

Miss Armae's books and novellas have garnered numerous awards and nominations, including the Sapphire Award, P.E.A.R.L. Award and Word Weaving Award. Her books have also been featured on Midwest Book Review's Book Watch TV. Angelique's first novel, COME THE NIGHT, made Fictionwise's Best of the Best list, rounding out the top five best selling dark fantasy books of the year.

Aside from writing, Angelique also dabbles in digital art. She is the recipient and two time nominee of the Dream Realm Award for best cover art.

When not working, Ms. Armae enjoys traveling, learning about the ancient Celts, exploring history and learning new languages. Angelique studied history and French literature at Skidmore College.

For more on Angelique’s book, please visit her website at:

Angelique will give away a set of collector cards based on her books (open to US and Canadian residents only) to one commenter. Her winner will be selected and posted on Tuesday evening. Stop back by to see if you won.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

Excerpt Monday: Elizabeth Amber

The winner of Elizabeth's book is: Tiffany K! Congrats, Tiffany. Send me your contact info and I'll pass it along to Elizabeth. Thanks to everyone who participated.

Dane, The Lords of Satyr
by Elizabeth Amber
An RT - Romantic Times BookReviews TOP PICK!

As he searches for his missing brother in 1880s Rome, Lord Dane Satyr wrestles with a fiery inner demon named Dante. When he meets Eva--a beautiful social climber with a gift for matchmaking--both are consumed by intense needs they cannot satisfy alone.


Slowly, he uncoiled from his crouch on the forest floor. He shrugged broad shoulders, adjusting himself to the fit of this familiar set of bones and flesh he’d donned. The mind and therefore the body were his for the present. He would be master of them only until dawn.

The tailored linen shirt he wore hung unbuttoned and open in front, gleaming white against the shadowed flesh of his sculpted chest. He flexed his hands and found them sore. He noted the ax on the ground a yard away and the felled limbs, the piles of encroaching vines, which had been freshly cut away from twisted trunks nearby.

Ah yes, he remembered now. When he’d first come into consciousness, they’d been working. He and Dane. Two facets of the same mind. Possessors of a single body.

And it was a body women admired, sought, swooned over. Six and a half feet of solid brawn, wide of shoulder, narrow of hip. A strong column of throat, topped by a square-jawed masculine face with a prominent blade of a nose, and crowned with tousled sable hair. A face bearing a distinct resemblance to those of his brothers. It would have been too handsome save for one feature. From below straight brows, eyes of icy silver reflected the world, making him appear otherworldly and strange. Which he was.

A thrashing sound reached his ears. The woman. He’d known she was there all along of course, had been tracking her with a small corner of his mind. Now his eyes found her again.

She moved heedlessly through the grove, thinking herself alone. Now and then, she paused to tug at a branch, plucking an unripe olive or two from it. Holding these small bits of plunder to her nose she then pocketed them as if gathering samples. The olives would not be ready for picking for another month, so he briefly wondered at her actions. But curiosity was not a failing of his. Dane, however, suffered from a wealth of it. And look where that had gotten them.

Beyond her the sun had just met the horizon, a huge ball of juicy orange jailed by black cypress spears that marched along the hilltop opposite this one. It turned her pale skin to gold, the shadows of her face to lovely bruises, her dark hair to coal. She was dressed fashionably and well in a prim gray dress that blended with the trees here. Perhaps twenty years of age or a little older. And shapely.

He smiled. They’d only been here a few weeks, but already he liked this new world. A Sickness had killed many of the female species in ElseWorld that usually served as mates for his kind, and rendered others unable to bear satyr offspring. Only the members of the Council had the luxury of keeping their own women. Yet, here, women delivered themselves right to one’s doorstep.

His prey disappeared into a clearing and he moved after her, keeping her in view. Her head was bent to study something she held. A small book. A page flipped under her lace-gloved hand, a frown creasing creamy smooth skin between her dark brows as she strained to make out its text in the failing light. Whatever she read on its pages caused her to sigh in frustration.

“Honestly, Maman! What am I to do with these scribbles? Couldn’t you have done any better than this on so important a matter?” Glancing around, she fanned the gilt-edged book back and forth in one hand with obvious impatience.

Gifted with a natural stealth enhanced by a decade of training and field experience as an ElseWorld Tracker, he soundlessly moved in her direction, intent on cutting off her exit to the road. Though she had no way of knowing, she’d come at a most opportune time. Night was falling. A very special night to those of Dane’s kind. Once the moon rose, all would begin.

He made a cursory, visual survey of the grove. It was protected. Dane had bespelled its perimeter himself that very morning. If any humans wandered too close, they would find themselves repelled by forces they didn’t understand. Since she’d managed to trespass, he could only assume she must be of ElseWorld blood.

His eyes swept her again. She was slender, but pleasingly curved. Fey perhaps. On this special night, her blood would be stirring as well, though not as high as that of the satyr. Not as high as his own. When one lived only ten hours a month, one was understandably eager.

A light breeze gusted at his back, whooshing past him to ripple over mistletoe, betony, chicory, fennel, rosemary, and saffron that grew low on the forest floor. He watched it make its way toward her, carrying with it his scent.

When it ruffled her skirt and pulled at tendrils of her hair, she stilled--a woodland creature made suddenly and acutely aware of danger. Her eyes shifted in his direction, twin flashes of emerald. His own eyes narrowed and he smiled, pleased at what he’d read in her glance. Recognition. Only an ElseWorld creature could detect the scent of another. His blood pumped a little faster at this confirmation of his initial assumption. A female from his own world would make for a far more interesting engagement than a human one might have.

“This is private land.” He stepped free of the forest’s shadows into the small clearing in which she stood. She whirled to face him then, her skirts sending the leaves eddying around her. His nostrils flared, waiting for her scent to ride the air in his direction. He’d know what sort of creature she was soon enough.

When her fragrance reached him, its delicate, delicious impact enfolded him like a physical caress. His senses analyzed and sorted through its nuances, and a prickle of awareness swept his skin. His body reached a stunning conclusion regarding her origins a split second before his mind did. He could actually feel his eyes dilate, his heart gasp, his blood halt in his veins.

“Gods, who . . . what are you?” he demanded.

Nicholas Raine Lyon Dominic Dane: The Lords of Satyr series
Dane is an RT Book Reviews TOP PICK!
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Elizabeth will give away a copy of her book to one commenter here. Her winner will be selected and posted on Tuesday evening. Stop back by to see if you won.