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Dante leaned into his brother’s ear. “You see, it’s a perfect package deal. Two beautiful females, just as I had described.”
A ginger-haired woman, in a witch costume, waved at them from across the room.
Trevor inclined his head, and a smile played across his face. “And which of the two beauties is mine for the taking?”
“You’re into costumes and games, right? Why not take the little witch for a ride on your broom?” Dante snickered. “She seems like she could be fun.”
“And that leaves the dominatrix for you?”
“Vampire huntress,” Dante corrected.
Trevor’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Oh, that is perfect.” He burst into laughter. “Mr. No Games wants to play with the vampire hunter.”
“I thought you would be amused by that.”
“Did she bring a stake?” Trevor clutched his stomach as he roared, unable to hold back the fit of laughter. “Or perhaps some holy water?” Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. He swiped them away with a quick brush of his hand.
“Go on then, get it all out of your system.” Dante didn’t bother hiding the aggravation in his voice. He didn’t care for his brother’s taunting, but he would endure it if it meant getting his way. He needed to separate Sasha from her friend if he wanted to have her for the evening.
Trevor finally stopped laughing and straightened his face. “You know I prefer to pick my own prey, but seeing how you might be getting into the spirit of the evening, I’ll go along with this… on one condition.”
Dante arched an eyebrow at his brother. “What condition?”
“I want you to play a little game with me. Let’s make this a challenge.  No mind control. Tonight we work on charm and skill alone.”
Dante groaned. “I think that ridiculous Prince costume has gone to your head.”
Trevor smiled, flashing his brilliant white teeth. “I’m playing my part. It’s Halloween, a time to be someone or something different.”
“But I do not want to be Prince Charming. I like being a vampire.”
“That’s my point. You aren’t getting into the spirit of the evening. I want you to try and be something different tonight. Don’t just be a vampire. Be charming and have fun wooing a woman the old-fashioned way.” He folded his arms in front of his chest. “Unless you aren’t up to the challenge.”
His brother’s taunting set his teeth on edge. “You think I’m not capable of taking a woman’s vein and getting her in bed without mind control?” he asked with a snarl.
“I think you’re out of touch, yes.” Trevor matched Dante’s stern look. “Now, do you accept my challenge, or not?”
Dante turned to look back at the two women sitting at the bar. “I have no doubt I could have her within the hour… on skill alone.” He focused on Sasha, inhaling a deep breath as his eyes traveled the length of her body. He puffed his chest arrogantly. “She will be eating out of the palm of my hand, begging me to take her.”
“Well then, Casanova, shall we go meet our ladies?” Trevor held his hand out, pointing to the women.
Dante nodded, and the two brothers slowly made their way through the crowd toward the bar.
As they approached, Dante’s eyes never left Sasha’s form, drinking in her tanned skin and lean body. He admired the way the leather pants clung to her long legs and the sensuous curve of her backside as she sat, perched on the bar stool. He imagined himself bending her over the side of a bed, kneading the soft flesh of her ass as he drove into her. His cock jumped to attention at the thought, filling his pants, pulling the denim taut over his waist.
“We meet again,” Dante said as they arrived at the bar.
Sasha looked up. Her long black hair, tied into a high ponytail, swung away from her neck as she turned to face him, revealing her tempting neckline.
His eyes zeroed in on her pulse. It beat with a tantalizing rhythm, calling to him. He enjoyed the way her body was already responding. This should be all too easy. He smiled, flashing his fangs at her.
“Oh… hi… uh, hello,” Sasha stammered, as if trying to find the right words to say.
Angela swallowed a gulp of her green beverage. “I see you found your brother.” She beamed a smile at him.
“Yes.” Dante cleared his throat.  “Allow me to introduce Prince… er… Trevor.” He stepped aside and let his brother make his introduction.
Like a true gentleman, Trevor bowed low and then looked up to the two women. “A pleasure to meet you both.” He stood and took hold of Angela’s hand and brought it gently to his lips. “Especially you. Enchante, Madam witch.”
Angela giggled girlishly, and a smile spread wide across her lips. “Oh. You are really playing the part tonight, aren’t you, Prince… Trevor, was it?”
“You can call me Charming if that fits better.” He winked.
“I just might,” Angela said.
“Would you care to dance, Milady?”
“How could I resist?” Angela jumped to her feet.
Dante let out an exasperated sigh and then turned away from the garish couple to focus on his prize—Sasha. “Is the offer to join you still open?”
Sasha smiled and pointed to the recently vacated stool next to her. “Sure. Sorry I had to leave back there. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I just can’t seem to stand up very long. These shoes…”
Oh, I can think of a few ways to keep you off of your feet. Dante grinned. “It’s quite all right. We can finish our conversation here. Where did we leave off?”
Sasha took a quick sip from her drink. “I was telling you I would stake you if you tried to bite me.” She laughed and set the empty glass back on the counter. Her foot bobbed to the rhythm of the drum and bass beat.
 “Ah yes. I did want to take a little nibble.” He flashed his fangs at her and winked. “Even with the threat of being staked, it might be worth it. You look so tempting in that costume.”
A red flush hit her cheeks. Dante enjoyed the darkening of her skin and the rapid pulse that accompanied it.
Sasha looked down at the ground for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. “And I thought your bother was Prince Charming.”
 “You find me charming?” Dante laughed. “And I thought I was being a cocky rogue.”
Sasha cocked her head sideways. “The best rogues are the most charming.”
“Then I guess I am doing my job well.” He smiled wide and licked the tips of his fangs.
“You are entirely too sure of yourself.” She appeared as if she was trying to hide her excited expression, but it was revealed by a twinkle flashing in her pale blue eyes.
Feisty, I like that. Dante’s eyes roamed the length of her body, stopping at the small broken stick in her belt loops. The corner of his mouth rose in a crooked grin. “I’m intrigued by your choice of costume, Ms. Huntress.”
“It wasn’t my first choice, but it works.” She casually brushed her hair off her shoulder, allowing her ponytail to hang down her back. “It looks like you put a lot of effort into yours. Those teeth look so real and sharp.”
Dante was momentarily caught off guard watching the thump of her pulse beating just beneath the surface of her bare olive-skinned neck. He shook his head in a vain attempt to shake away thoughts of sampling her tempting flesh. “Forget about my teeth. Let me order you another drink, and you can tell me more about you.”

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When blood is food, a jealous master controls your every move, and death comes to anyone you get close to; love is not a luxury you can afford.
Kendra Michaels has tried to follow the rules of her newfound immortal life, but can’t give up on her favorite band, Normal Paradox. She’s followed their success since they were just a small-town band playing coffee shops and local bars. She’s their number one fan and loves everything about them: their music, their lyrics, and especially their lead singer, Marcus Redmond.
He’s the perfect package, with a voice that sizzles and hot body to match. Marcus is the object of all of Kendra’s wildest fantasies, but deep down she knows she can never be Mrs. Rockstar.
For years, she’s kept watch on the band, always careful to keep her distance. Then one night she makes a tragic mistake that puts her directly in Marcus’s path. Literally.
Their encounter leaves the rockstar’s life and the band’s future hanging in the balance and only Kendra can make things right again.

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It’s time to come home, darlin’, a voice whispered in Kendra’s mind. She woke from a sound sleep and shot up in bed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she scanned the room, looking for any signs of her old master.
Light crept in from the edges of the curtained windows. Kendra breathed a sigh of relief seeing it. It was daytime, and Hector would be sleeping just as she had been. “It’s just a dream,” she reasoned, and tried to lie back down to sleep.
But sleep wouldn’t come. Between thoughts of Hector and Marcus, her mind was abuzz with activity.
Hours passed in semi-silence. Kendra watched small particles of dust dance in the shafts of light streaming in through the edges of the curtains. Midday light was powerful, more intense; harsher and brighter. She endured the small tingling sting at her skin as she waved her hand in the stream of light.
“What are you doing?” Marcus’s voice startled her.
She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side. His tee-shirt clung to his body like a second skin, outlining his pecs and six-pack abs.
“Just passing time.” Kendra sighed serenely, enjoying the view. She couldn’t believe, after all this time, she was here with him. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t vamps supposed to—”
“What?” she asked with a playful smirk. “Sleep in coffins?”
“Well, maybe just sleep.” Marcus laughed.
“I don’t need as much rest as you think.”
“What are you doing in the light?”
“I like to feel the warmth sometimes.” She passed her hand through the shaft of light again and giggled. “It kind of tingles.”
“So the no sunlight thing is true?”
“For the most part, yeah.” Kendra frowned. “I can handle the dawn, with a bit of help. You know, sunglasses and all that, but midday is completely out of the question.”
“What’s it like?” Marcus looked on her with a questioning gaze, and Kendra found herself entranced, getting lost in the beautiful hazel of his eyes. They were like sparkling gems that shifted color in the light, first blue, then green, with hints of brown and yellow. Sadness crept into to her thoughts. She realized if she stayed with him, and the bond became stronger, he’d want to be turned. She might want him to turn too. If that happened the beautiful hazel would be lost, washed out and faded to the pale bluish gray all vampires shared. 
“Don’t ask me what it’s like.” The playfulness left her voice. “You don’t want to know.”
Marcus took a step into the room. His ankle sagged and he stumbled. In a burst of supernatural speed, Kendra was at his side, steadying him before he hit the ground.
“Careful, you still need to rest.”
“I don’t feel so bad. A little dizzy, that’s all.” Marcus draped his arms around Kendra’s shoulder, allowing her to hold him up. His scent wafted to her nose, that tantalizing earthy masculine scent that was all him. She savored it, inhaling slowly as she helped him to the bed.
“I took a little more than I should have from you last night. You need to lie down and allow your body to recuperate.”
Marcus leaned back into the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can’t get you out of my head... Why?” He stared up at her, meeting her eyes with a look that begged for answers she couldn’t give him.
Kendra knew what he was feeling, and it went beyond the bond they shared. She’d been in his position before: the need, the want, the willingness to do anything for just one more taste… of blood. That was really all that mattered now. Blood and how to get it again.
“That’s just the bond, the addiction talking.” She sat down next to him and gently stroked his arm. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. What I did to you … It was wrong. I should have never—”
Without warning, his lips crushed hers in a demanding kiss. A rush of excited energy washed through her. She’d dreamed of this moment, never actually thinking it would really happen. His lips were silky, his mouth hungry, and before she knew what was happening, his deliciously warm hands were sneaking their way under the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps erupted across her body. She moaned and he swallowed it, deepening their kiss. He was an exquisite temptation, forbidden fruit, and as much as she knew she shouldn’t, she savored the moment.
She wanted to have him, every inch of him, and she knew he wanted the same from her. The need radiating from him matched her own secret desire. The bond they shared intensified this connection, making it hard for her to think clearly.  
It took all the strength she had to pull away. “No. We have to stop this.”
“No, we don’t,” Marcus said, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. “I don’t know how I can feel it, but I know you want this too.”
“It’s not real.” Her hands trembled as she pushed herself backwards on the bed, away from Marcus. “It’s the bond. You want my blood, not me.” Kendra felt sick. Her stomach churned with regret and sadness. She wanted his affection to be real, but how could it?
Marcus cringed and clutched his stomach as if he was about to be sick. “What’s happening to me?” Marcus groaned and fell backwards on the mattress. He stared blankly up at the ceiling.
“I’ve cursed you with what I’ve done. You see? You can feel everything I feel. It’s the bond at work.”
 “Look, blood bond or not, I know you, Kendra. I remember you from Enigma. You were so beautiful, so sexy. You still are. I wanted you then, but I didn’t take the opportunity. Let’s not waste that chance now.” He rolled towards her. “I want to taste your lips. Your neck, your—” He bit his lip and groaned.
“Go ahead, say it. You want my blood. Vampires are ruled by our instincts,” Kendra said matter-of-factly, repeating the words she had heard Hector say before. “We’re hedonists with a finite limit of control. Wants, needs, desires are all amplified.” She looked down at Marcus. “You see? It’s so easy to give in. To become the beast we’re known to be. I’ve cursed you to this fate. Already you’re acting on your desires. You want my blood.”
“You said I’m not a vampire though, just bonded to you.”
“You’ve tasted my blood. You may not be a vampire, but you’re different now. And no mortal drug will ever come close to the ecstasy you’ve felt. It’s only natural you want more.”
Marcus propped himself up on his elbows. “Then give me more. Share yourself with me. Or don’t you think I could handle it?”
“No. Don’t you see? The bloodlust will consume you.”
What if I have just a little more? What then? Will I become like you?”
“I won’t let that happen.” She fought the urge to reach out to comfort him. She could feel him struggling to hide the desperation he felt. She’d been there before. She knew the pain.
“I want to be with you, to be like you. If that’s the only way, then let’s do it.”
“I wish things could be different. Marcus, I’ve wanted you for so long. I always have, but I can’t. Fate’s decided things for us. I’m a vampire. That’s not the life for you. You deserve better. Look how hard you and the band have worked. Look at all you’ve accomplished. Don’t throw it away because of bloodlust.”
Kendra took a moment to calm herself. Breathing slowly, she quieted her mind.
“It’s not just bloodlust.” Marcus stared deeply into her eyes. “I want you… all of you.”
Kendra let out a stuttered breath. Echoes of her own pleading request to Hector ran through her mind. After her first taste, she couldn’t resist. She’d been willing to say anything necessary to get another taste. And Hector used those words to trap her into this life.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she said, looking down at him.
“Then show me what it means to be with you.”
“It would never work between us. How could I ever know it was me you wanted and not just the drug that is my blood?”
Marcus sat up. “I remember you, Kendra.” He let out a deep sigh. “I remember your poetry. I wanted to get to know you back then, but I was so wrapped up in the band I never had time to talk to you. And then … you disappeared.”
Her breath caught in her chest.
“Why didn’t you say that before?”
“I was a little out of it last night,” he said with a smile. “I have something to show you.” He stood up and walked to a small black duffel bag against the wall, unzipped it, and extracted a dirty, tattered notebook.
Kendra recognized it immediately. Beneath the layers of dirt and grime she saw the familiar monogramed K on her old journal.
He handed it to her. “I found this sitting on the table at Enigma. I had hoped to return it to you at the next show. It gave me the perfect excuse to talk to you.” He let out an awkward chuckle. “But you never came back.”
“You’ve held onto this for ten years?” Kendra pulled off the rubber band holding it closed and flipped through the pages. Among her old writings were notes and sketches in the margins.
“Well, at first, yeah, I held it, hoping to see you again, but after a while…” He raked his fingers through his disheveled mop of sandy hair and cleared his throat. “Well, it sort of helped me to come up with our lyrics. Please don’t be mad.”
Kendra sat silent, filled with happiness and pride. The fact that Marcus had held on to her journal, that he actually remembered her and on some level sincerely wanted her was enough to wash away the doubt in her mind about how he felt about her. But genuine affection aside, she still couldn’t condemn him to her way of life.
“Please say something,” Marcus said, kneeling down in front of her.
“I don’t have the words—” Tears choked back her voice.
“We owe a lot of our success to you. Your poetry.”
“I’m glad my writing helped. I’m… honored.”
“But—” Sadness turned the corners of Marcus’s lips. “I can feel there’s a but there. You’re still not convinced. Why am I feeling this?” Frustration edged his voice.
“I’ve already told you. You can feel what I do and vice versa. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here, to be with you right now, but I just don’t know how we could be together. I’m not human anymore, and I refuse to condemn you to my life.”
“Okay. I won’t ask you to turn me. Just give me the chance to get to know you, now that I have you here. I don’t want to miss that opportunity again.”
Kendra clenched her teeth. She knew she should say no, but she too wanted the chance to see what she had missed all those years ago.
“No promises about the future, but while I’m here, we can get to know each other.”
As if the lights had been turned on, Marcus’s eyes lit up and a wide smile stretched across his face. Through their shared bond, she felt his elation like a warm pulse of energy that matched the beat of her heart.
He jumped up, capturing her mouth, knocking her backwards into the mattress. He landed on top of her but caught himself on his hands before he crushed her. His toned body fit so perfectly between her legs. His hot breath blew across her ear as he spoke. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Marcus’s words melted her heart. She wanted him too, and hearing the words and feeling their intensity made them all the more meaningful. A small chill, a ripple of excitement, rolled through Kendra’s body. She felt the stiffness of his erection through his jeans, but even without that physical sign, she knew his desire. It was hers too. Their bond was gaining strength by the minute. She tried to fight back the sudden urge to run her hands over his body and pull him even closer. As if Marcus had read her mind, he wrapped his arms around her, rolled over, and pulled her on top of him.
Kendra had a moment of painful clarity that shocked her back into reality. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Maybe not ever. Things were happening too fast. She needed to get a little control. She’d already made too many rash mistakes. She rolled off Marcus and sat up on the mattress. “I want you too. But… let’s take this slow, okay?”


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Today's Spooktacular Spotlight Author is J. L. McCoy!
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"Skye Morrison begged for death.  Fortunately, someone didn't listen.
Skye awakens to discover she has been irrevocably changed and the unprecedented circumstances of her rebirth have now created a new threat to her very existence. Sired by both the monster Amun and the vampire Archer Rhys, Skye must prove to the army of An Dilis (The Faithful) whose essence is most dominant within her and that she is not a danger to them or society.  The Faithful soon discover that she is unlike any vampire ever created before as she struggles to adjust to her new life and the changes that come with it.
Her recent brush with death has made Skye realize that life is precious and she wastes no time telling the one she loves how she feels about him.
But, Amun finds out that someone interfered with Skye's transformation and the intrusion makes him livid.  He gives Skye 7 days to come to him or he threatens to begin killing the ones she loves most. 

Will Skye be able to survive long enough to enjoy her new life now that Amun is hunting her and everyone she loves?

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As soon as my head hit my pillow, and I fully relaxed, my eyes began to grow heavy.   All of the excitement I had been through today had taken its toll on me mentally.  I desperately needed to sleep and recharge.  Before I knew it, I was out cold.
Images flashed behind my eyes, interrupting hours of deep, sound sleep as I softly heard someone whispering my name.  Something was pulling at my psyche, demanding entrance, and I finally gave in to the request. 
Amun was standing by large body of water with his back to me.  As soon as I took a step toward him, he whirled around looking surprised but relieved.
“What took you so long?” he demanded, his black eyes taking on anger.  “I’ve been reaching out to you all day.  I could feel you but I didn’t have access to you…I couldn’t access your mind.  Something is interfering.  HOW are you keeping me out?”
“Ha!” I laughed and sneered at the small victory.  “You mean to tell me you can’t just come into my dreams whenever you want to?”
He flashed to me and grabbed me by my throat.  “You drank their blood?!” he raged in my face as he glared back and forth between my now colorless eyes.  “But you are mine!”
“I am no one’s!” I yelled back as I ripped his hand from my neck and pushed him away from me; the action utterly shocking Amun.  “No one owns me!  No one will EVER own me!”
“A piece of my very soul is inside of you,” he growled, quickly recovering.  “You are mine and you will do as I say.  You will come to me this night!  I DEMAND IT!”
I put my hands on my hips and smirked at him.  “Demand away, Amun.  I don’t know what you’re expecting, but I’m not going to just come crawling to whatever hole you’re off hiding in.  You have no control over me.  Get used to it!”
“Oh, I have plenty of control over you,” he sneered evilly as he took another step toward me.  “All those disgusting feelings of love and desire you felt for that Day Walker…Archer?  I put them there.  I made you dream of him, want him, make love to him…  I made you want to stay with him when you were so set on leaving.  I couldn’t very well allow you to leave and ruin all my plans!  But in the end, you betrayed me, Damu.  There will be a heavy price to pay for that.  You were supposed to stay, complete your change and then kill him and all his children.  Instead you drink his blood and pollute yourself?!  You could have been something great, something beautifully fierce and exquisitely savage, but now you are just another common, pathetic Day Walker!”
I felt my eyes flicker black as anger consumed me.  “I’m not your fucking toy, Amun!  If you think you can force me to feel things and do things for you, you have another thing coming.  I’m going to kill you for what you’ve done to me!  As God is my witness, you will DIE by MY hand!”
Amun chuckled as he looked me up and down and then tsked.  “Oh, my sweet Nisiqtu…you are still so headstrong.  I believe I was wrong about you.  You carry my mark in your eyes.  We are not so different after all, you and I.  You may be a Day Walker now, but the potential for greatness is still there.  The possibilities are endless now.  There is so much we can do to them now that you are one of them.  They will never suspect-”
“Fuck you!” I spat as I turned and walked away.  I didn’t have to listen to his bullshit.  He may have pulled me into this dream but, come hell or high water, I was going to walk out of it.
“You have one week to come to me, Skye,” Amun yelled at my back.  “If you do not obey me, I will start killing your friends and family one by one and I’ll start with that fiery girl who shares your home.  I believe I’ll sew her colorful skin into a new hat.”
I whirled around, my eyes wide and fearful.  “You lay one finger on her and I’ll-”

“Silence!” Amun roared angrily, his voice echoing loudly all around me.  “Seven days, Skye.  And you had better be wearing the presents I left for you when you come to me.”

A Little Facetime With The Author

K.S.  Hello and welcome to the blog. I am very excited to have you here. Why don’t we start off with a small introduction? Tell us a little about yourself. 
My name is Jennifer and I live in the suburbs just outside of Austin, Texas with my opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny.  I’m a total music and book nerd and I can always be found in my office crunching on ice, jamming to a wide variety of 70s, 80s, and 90s music, and working my tail off on my next book.  When I’m not working, I like to travel, watch movies, sing karaoke, go to concerts, and read (of course).

K.S.  Any interesting writing quirks or stories you would like to share with my readers?
I have a serious addiction to ice and have to have a cup full of it by me when I write.   Sonic ice is the best!

K.S.  When did you realize you wanted to be a writer? What sparked the desire to pen your first novel?
I didn’t have one of those ‘Aha’ moments that a lot of authors have.  To be honest, my mother had been bugging me for about a year prior to write a book. She knew I was a serious reader and thought I’d make a good writer. So, I tried it out and found that I absolutely loved it. I haven’t looked back since.

K.S.  What genre do you write?
Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance

K.S.  What would you say has inspired you most in your writing career? Or, who is your favorite author and why?
Music is my inspiration when I write.  I can’t tell you how many scenes I’ve written as a direct result of a song.  I love how music makes the muses dance.

K.S.  What does your family think of your writing?
My family has been really supportive.  My mother and father are my biggest cheerleaders.  Just this morning, my mother sent me a text message saying how proud of me she was and that she had been bragging about me at her work.  It’s really sweet and I feel incredibly blessed to have the support I do.

K.S.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned while creating your book/s?
The most surprising was that I could even write a book.  I didn’t really know that I had it in me.  Finishing Blood of the Son (SMVS, #1) was the best feeling in the world.

K.S.  What inspires you?
Music, life, love, anger, happiness, art…   I find inspiration at the weirdest times/places.

K.S.  Can you tell us a little about any of your novels?
My latest novel is Legacy of Blood (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #4) and it follows Skye’s adventure as she adjusts to her new ‘condition’.
Skye Morrison begged for death. Fortunately, someone didn't listen.

Skye awakens to discover she has been irrevocably changed and the unprecedented circumstances of her rebirth have now created a new threat to her very existence. Sired by both the monster Amun and the vampire Archer Rhys, Skye must prove to the army of An Dilis (The Faithful) whose essence is most dominant within her and that she is not a danger to them or society. The Faithful soon discover that she is unlike any vampire ever created before as she struggles to adjust to her new life and the changes that come with it.

Her recent brush with death has made Skye realize that life is precious and she wastes no time telling the one she loves how she feels about him.

But, Amun finds out that someone interfered with Skye's transformation and the intrusion makes him livid. He gives Skye 7 days to come to him or he threatens to begin killing the ones she loves most. Will Skye be able to survive long enough to enjoy her new life now that Amun is hunting her and everyone she loves?

K.S.  Where can we buy your novel?
Right now, the eBooks are available exclusively through Amazon.com.  If you are an Amazon Prime member, you may borrow my books for free.  You can also buy the paperbacks there as well as autographed copies through me at my website www.jlmccoy.com/store.html

K.S.  Do you have a website, fan site, or Blog that we can visit?
Website: www.jlmccoy.com

K.S.  Do you have any closing advice to aspiring writers?

Don't give up. Keep writing. Some people are going to hate your work, but for every 1 person out there who hates it, there will be at least 2 who like it. Don't take criticism of your work to heart.  It's 1 person’s opinion of your work, and does not reflect who you are as a person. Anything worth doing in life will be hard, but it makes the rewards that much sweeter.

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And there it was, the recognition. Her wide eyes locked on to his fangs. “It is true,” she whispered. Her pulse accelerated so much this time he thought she might faint. She clutched at her neck and took an unsteady step backwards.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Nicholas said in as reassuring a voice as he could manage, given his level of annoyance.
Her wide eyes met his again for a brief moment before she turned away.
Great. She has no clue what the Saints actually do, but she’d been told all about the bloodthirsty vampires. Revealing his fangs might not have been the smartest idea on his part. Too late to do anything about that now. “I’m sure Jeremy filled your head with all kinds of crap about my kind. If I wanted you dead, you would be. Quit acting like I’m some kind of monster.”
“I… just… sorry.” Her eyes flashed to his face again. “May I?”
What an odd request. No one had ever asked to touch his teeth before.
“I wouldn’t get too close. I bite.” He teased with a quick snap of his teeth.
“Is that what happened to the guy in the bar?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
She lifted her hand and gently touched the corner of his mouth. This small act seemed so intimate, so wrong. Nicholas was not sure he appreciated the confused emotions it stirred within him and jerked his head just out of her reach.
“Do they retract?”
What a stupid question. “Why would they?”
“In the stories…”
“I’m not some fictional character, sweetheart. My teeth don’t magically move around in my jaw. And I don’t sparkle either.”
“Do you… drink blood?”
“You already know these answers. Why do you pretend not to?”
“I don’t know everything.” That, he knew, was the truth. She had a lot to learn about the supernatural world. But he wasn’t the one to teach her. He had neither the time nor the desire

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Scarlet Sins

How many authors does it take to write an anthology filled with sexy vampire stories?
I don't know, but we have 8 lined up in this sensual anthology of blood and lust. Today's Spooktacular Spotlight authors are: 

His fangs extend and graze her neck, leaving a trail of blood…he is a creature of the night, one that leaves her longing and lusting for more. Scarlet Sins will allow you a look inside the world of the erotic and beautiful creatures that crave not only blood, but sex and power. Each story will open your eyes to the sinful tales of vampires seducing their victims, taking their blood and their bodies for their own use…
Bodies entwined in blood soaked sheets, she licks his chest, running her tongue to his neck, barely breathing, life slipping…she laughs, she holds power…Scarlet Sins will leave you with a throbbing between your thighs, wishing it was a set of fangs buried deep within.
Join us as we take you into a world of sinister desires, and follow the trail of blood from one page to the next. But don’t worry...they don’t bite…hard…

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A Snappy Supernatural Tale of Forbidden Lust in Victorian England

Today's Spooktacular Spotlight Author is Catherine Green

She's brought us some lovely vampires to chat about today. 

Lord Gregory Stockton is a powerful and respected businessman embracing the modern era of the Victorian industrial revolution. He has a grand and beautiful manor house complete with a repertoire of servants, and his young wife is charming, attractive, and the perfect lady to his gentleman. The only thing they lack is an heir to the family estate. Lord Gregory knows he can never produce a child, for he is a vampire, although his wife and servants know nothing of his secrets. There are other ways to provide heirs for his estate, however, and Lord Gregory has noticed the romantic attraction between his wife and the young stable hand Marcus Scott. He hatches a plan to bring the would-be lovers together, and then cruelly tear them apart as he continues to build his empire and secure his power base in the south of England. The humans are pawns in the vampire’s game of lust, love and control. 

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Gregory sat upright, perfectly composed, and with his long slender hands folded on the desk in front of him.  
“I have decided to make a few changes among my staff, Marcus.” he said, “I am in need of a personal butler to assist me with the running of my estate.  I need a man with discretion, loyalty, intelligence, and above all, the desire to care for the inhabitants of this house, most notably my wife when I am away with my business commitments.”  
Marcus’ heart leaped into his throat but he quickly regained his composure, hoping that Lord Stockton hadn’t noticed his involuntary movement.  Gregory could clearly hear the increased heart beat, and he smelt the sudden fear emanating from the young servant.  Yes, this would make for a most interesting game.  And the strong young blood flowing in those veins would surely be invigorating.
Gregory smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, and then he continued in the same commanding tone.  
“I believe that you are the man for this job Marcus.” he said, “You are educated and eager to learn, and I will teach you what is necessary to command the household while I am away.  It is a most generous employment opportunity, and I am sure you will not disappoint.  We can make arrangements for you to move into the house and have your own rooms within three days.”  
Marcus shifted in his seat, swallowed nervously, and was pleased when his voice managed to remain steady as he replied.  
“I am most grateful for your generosity my Lord,” he said slowly, “and of course I cannot refuse such an offer.  But I am confused.  May I ask why you chose me for this position, and not one of your other gentleman servants?”  
Lord Stockton rose from his seat and walked slowly around the desk so he stood behind Marcus, resting his hands on the younger man’s shoulders, as if he were a father reassuring his son.  
“I chose you Marcus because you are young and impressionable, and I want a good life for you,” he said smoothly, “Your parents have served me well, and continue to do so, and they will be very proud to see their only son achieve such a respectable position.  I feel that you will obey me and that you will prove to be a loyal and trustworthy servant.”  

There is a whole lot more to this story... How about a whole series worth? 

Love Hurts (A Redcliffe Novel) by Catherine Green

Love Hurts is about a young woman who runs a bookshop in Cornwall with her best friend. She falls in love with a local police detective and later discovers that he is a vampire, and that his identical twin brother is a werewolf. She is dragged into their complicated and dangerous lives, to her detriment, where secrets are told and lives are lost...

 Love Kills (A Redcliffe Novel) by Catherine Green

Love Kills is book 2 in the developing Redcliffe series. In the quiet Cornish seaside town of Redcliffe, Jessica Stone recovers from an horrific werewolf attack and comes to terms with revelations that her lover, Jack Mason, is a vampire, his brother, Danny, the werewolf pack leader, and her best friend, Simon, is a werewolf.  Add to that her discovery that she is a witch, and life is suddenly a whole lot harder than it used to be. Jessica has to fight for her own life and Jack’s when faced with his jealous vampire master who wants her old lover back. But things are never easy, and a vampire master is not so easy to defeat…

Love Redeems (A Redcliffe Novel) by Catherine Green

Life has changed forever in Redcliffe, Cornwall. Jessica Stone used to be a normal, happy human. Now she is an angry, conflicted and confused witch. It all happened when she met Detective Jack Mason and his identical twin brother Danny. Jessica almost died twice, fell into a love triangle, and she became a murderer. Now she faces the ultimate challenge as she continues the fight to save the man she loves, while simultaneously struggling with her lust for his werewolf brother and their vampire friend. Can she survive, or will love finally end her life completely?

A Little Facetime With The Author

K.S.  Hello and welcome to the blog. I am very excited to have you here. Why dont we start off with a small introduction? Tell us a little about yourself. 

Hello Katie and thank you for having me! Um, well, I am a paranormal romance writer and recently gave birth to my second child, a daughter. Her older sister is 2 and we have a lively Staffordshire Bull Terrier X dog, so you can imagine our household is a little chaotic at times! Oh, and I must mention my hardworking husband who spends a lot of time out at work doing overtime to fund my writing and ghost hunting habit…I am a solitary witch and shaman in training, but the spiritual work takes a back seat to my writing and mothering at the moment.

K.S.  Any interesting writing quirks or stories you would like to share with my readers?

Probably not. Like all writers I tend to get engrossed in a project to the point where I forget about everyday life. One day, for example, I took the dog for a walk and spent the whole time ‘reading’ a section of my work in progress in my mind. I was so distracted by it that I didn’t see my neighbour’s hanging basket outside their house until I ran head first into it as I walked down our street of terraced houses. Whoops!

K.S.  When did you realize you wanted to be a writer? What sparked the desire to pen your first novel?

I had dreams of being a novelist when I was a child, but back then I didn’t think I would ever achieve it. To me an author was some mysterious, glamorous and eccentric person that I could never be. Still, I embraced creative writing challenges at school and college, wrote regular personal diaries and short stories that were never shared with other people, and my Redcliffe novels slowly begun to take shape.

K.S.  What genre do you write?

Primarily I write paranormal romance and urban fantasy, although my new novel is historical as well.

K.S.  What would you say has inspired you most in your writing career? Or, who is your favorite author and why?

My favourite author is Laurell K Hamilton, because she pushes the boundaries of expected paranormal story writing, and I love her Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series of books. However, it was L.J. Smith who set me on my writing path when I read her Nightworld books as a teenager. They were the first contemporary paranormal stories I came across, and in small-town England in the late 1990s I found it very exciting that people actually wrote and read these stories commercially. After that I discovered Laurell K Hamilton and Anne Rice, and it spiraled from there.

K.S.  What does your family think of your writing?

My mum is extremely proud, since she was the one who introduced me to books in the first place. My dad is a little uneasy about my subject matter, but he is proud nonetheless, and the same is true for my husband I believe. None of them are particularly keen on paranormal stories, but will support me and they know it has been an obsession since childhood. Surprisingly my grandparents and older in-laws really enjoy reading my books, and they are eager to hear all about my projects whenever we visit.

K.S.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned while creating your book/s?

It is actually really easy to get published. It is not so easy to be seen by a wider audience.

K.S.  What inspires you?

The personal achievement and satisfaction of creating a lasting legacy. I thoroughly enjoy meeting my characters and sharing their stories, and inspiration comes from places including coastal Cornwall and rugged Scotland. The characters are inspired by people I meet and have met in daily life.

K.S.  Where can we buy your novels?

All my books are available in both paperback and eBook formats, and you can find buy links on my author blog, my Amazon pages both UK and US, Barnes and Noble, Waterstones, Bookstrand, and via the publishers Chances Press and Mirador.

K.S.  Do you have a website, fan site, or Blog that we can visit?

Yes, several! Here they are:

K.S.  Do you have any closing advice to aspiring writers?

Just do it! If you have a burning desire to write and publish a novel or collection of stories then go ahead. There is always somebody who wants to read your work and who will enjoy it. Do not let fear of failure put you off, but also be aware of the work involved post-production. Research the industry, learn on the job, do some additional training if you are able and feel it is appropriate.

Magic, Mayhem, and Motherhood… with @SiobhanMuir

Today's Spooktacular Spotlight Author is Siobhan Muir!
She's brought The Beltane Witch for us to sample today!

Magic, mayhem, and motherhood… a witch’s work is never done, but Sabrina draws the line at the Fae.

After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.

After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.

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Darius hadn’t expected her power to be so strong or so pleasurable. He’d never communed with anyone outside his family before, but her magic had slid over him like a tailored glove, meshing with his own abilities perfectly. He’d only wanted more. His suggestion to try again had been made more from desire than from encouragement.
Even now his cock rose in response to the sensation memory of her glorious energy.
Quiet, you. Go to bed.
Darius resettled his body against the cushions and closed his eyes, but the arousal followed him down into his dreams. He found himself standing in Sabrina’s room beside her bed as she slept. She’d thrown off the covers and lay on her back in nothing more than a gossamer silk nightgown. The finely woven fabric cupped her breasts, offering the barest hints of dark areolas and taut nipples. Another dark smudge marred the cloth at the juncture of her thighs and his cock flexed happily against his trousers.
“Holy Goddess,” he whispered. He could no more stop himself from bending to kiss her than he could stop the rain.
Sabrina smiled sleepily and opened her eyes. “Darius.”
“Shh. Let me pleasure you, acushla.” He traced her neck and shoulder with kisses as he slowly pulled aside her nightgown.
When he exposed one full, plump breast to his lips, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Sabrina moaned and writhed beneath him with sensual, sleep-slowed motions.
“Oh, yes, Darius. Please.”
The pleasure in her voice sent blood rushing to his cock, impossibly hardening it more. Her rich taste against his tongue took his breath away and he couldn’t get enough of her. He thrust his hand under her gown and stroked the other breast, reveling in the taut nipple against his palm as she gasped.
“Oh, Goddess, that feels wonderful.”
Encouraged by her response, Darius released her nipple and gently worked the silk up over her hips to expose her legs and mound. To his delight, she kept it neatly trimmed and short, a perfect triangle pointing to the treasure between her thighs. He watched her hand slide down her body and stroke over the lips of her pussy as if she ached for stimulation. Darius just about swallowed his tongue and he groaned as his cock flexed.
“I want you, Darius.” Sabrina’s hand swept through her short curls and the scents of sex and aroused woman filled his nose.
“Sweet lady, I’m going to savor your nectar and drink my fill of your cream.” He fell head-long into her perfume, pressing his nose into the hot flesh between her legs.
“Oh, my glory…” Sabrina wriggled her hips, spreading her thighs wider to allow him access to inhale her hot, sweet scent.
He’d never smelled anything as exquisite as Sabrina’s womanly juices. Her scent varied from sweet to tangy and back, alternately teasing and soothing his palate. He shifted his weight onto his belly and spread her fleshy lips apart with his hands. Her pink pussy glistened in the light of the bedside lamp and wept her juice as he watched.
It was too tempting. He sealed his mouth against her weeping slit and stroked the hot flesh with his tongue. Sabrina wailed with pleasure, her hands grasping his head as her fingers stabbed into his hair. Her soft lips and tight opening caressed his tongue, drawing it deeper into her as he stroked her.
Darius delighted in the sounds she made and the involuntary motions of her body as she succumbed to the pleasure he offered her. He licked her clit, stroking it until it hardened beneath his tongue then sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it. Sabrina keened her approval and her fingers dug into his scalp as she raised her hips, thrusting them imperatively at his face.
“Oh, Goddess! Please, more, Darius, more!”
“Your wish is my command, acushla.”
Her honey flowed at the sound of his voice and he slowly inserted a finger into her quaking pussy as he sucked on her clit. An earthy groan erupted from her lips at the intrusion and her inner walls tightened around his hand. He teased her by gently tugging his finger out then returning it with measured motions.
Darius increased the pressure of his mouth on her nubbin as he inserted his hand harder and faster. Sabrina whimpered in time with his thrusts, rocking her hips to receive more and more of his attention. Her heady scent intensified as she built her orgasm, the sounds she made increasingly desperate.
“Come for me, acushla. Give me your cream.”

A Little Facetime With The Author

K.S.  Hello and welcome to the blog. I am very excited to have you here. Why don’t we start off with a small introduction? Tell us a little about yourself.  

S.M.  I’m a trained dead-thing specialist (paleontologist) living in Las Vegas, Nevada, with my husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat I swear is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when I’m around. I’ve hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater. And I write kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy because I believe in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in my paranormal romance stories.

K.S.  Any interesting writing quirks or stories you would like to share with my readers?

S.M.  I always have to have something to drink next to me on the desk while writing. It starts with coffee, then water or juice, and often ends with tea. But I have to have something liquid next to me. It helps keep the words flowing. 

K.S.  When did you realize you wanted to be a writer? What sparked the desire to pen your first novel?

S.M.  Honestly, my first novel was fan fiction before I even knew what it was. I wrote 245 handwritten pages of a novel about what I’d do if I got to hang out on Anne McCaffrey’s Pern with the dragons. I set it in the future from her story so it wouldn’t really be her story or characters, but I wanted to experience that world more solidly than what she wrote, so I wrote my own. No, it will never be published.

K.S.  What genre do you write?

S.M.  I write paranormal romance with suspenseful storylines. Women get that. If I’m talking to men, I say I write kick-ass adventure with hot sex so they don’t get squicky over the “romance” word.

K.S.  What would you say has inspired you most in your writing career? Or, who is your favorite author and why?

S.M.  The stories inspired me, but authors like Karla Doyle, Gem Sivad, Nara Malone, and Silver James have encouraged me and given me the will and determination to keep doing what I love. It’s a hard business and takes a lot of effort, but it’s worth doing.

K.S.  What does your family think of your writing?

S.M.  My family has encouraged me from the start. My parents think it’s amazing, though they don’t read what I write, lol. My husband believes in me and my writing almost more than I do, and my daughters tell everyone they know that their mother is a published author in paranormal romance. I think it helped that I’ve been writing since I was 9 years old and couldn’t keep the stories inside anymore.

K.S.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned while creating your book/s?

S.M.  Nothing really surprised me because I didn’t have expectations of how things “would/should” go. However, I’ve learned a lot about this business and the people who strive for the same dream I want. Most of them are very encouraging and helpful and willing to help you move forward with your writing and your promotions. It’s a small world in the writing community and you can make some life-long friends and allies. 

K.S.  What inspires you?

S.M.  Just about anything. Stories (plot bunnies) pop up all over the place. Sometimes when I’m running on my elliptical I’ll get an entire scene that I have to remember to write down when I’m done. Taking walks helps me continue when I’m stuck on stories, but mostly I get dreams and have to write them down.

K.S.  Do you have a website, fan site, or Blog that we can visit?

K.S.  Do you have any closing advice to aspiring writers? 

S.M.  First, eradicate the world “aspiring” out of your dictionary. Aspiring means to “think about doing” but doesn’t mean “to do”. If you’re an aspiring writer, you’re thinking about writing, but not actually writing. You have to have a story finished to be able to publish it. Second thing: This is a business as well as an art form. Never give up, never surrender. There will be plenty of people who tell you “you can’t”, but that’s only because they haven’t or wouldn’t. Don’t let them dictate what you do with your writing. Learn everything you can. What works for one person won’t work for everyone, but there will be nuggets of their experience that will be useful. Try out different things and go with the ones that succeed for you.