Showing posts with label Her Devoted Vampire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Her Devoted Vampire. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Her Devoted Vampire - Halloween Edition


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

Today in honor of Halloween, I'm offering a bonus scene to Her Devoted Vampire, a paranormal romantic suspense from Evernight Publishing. And the best part is it's 25% off now until Friday! But this scene is extra and Bridget tried to do a Haunted Egg hunt with Fredrick and his werewolf security staff. She's not particularly pleased with the outcome..

“That’s not fair, Fredrick.” Bridget unwrapped her scarf with a savage twist and threw her coat onto a nearby chair. “I’m never having a Halloween egg hunt with werewolves again.”
“Come now, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Fredrick stuffed his gloves into his pocket and headed straight for the coffee machine on the kitchen counter.
“Are you kidding? By the time I’d found five, Cynthia and Stephen had at least two dozen.”
“Ah, yes, by you did find the Haunted Egg.” He winked over his shoulder at her. “And you know that’s the greatest prize of all.”
“Oh yeah?” Bridget looked at him from under her brows as she flopped down on a couch. “Where’s this special prize?”
“I told you, my dear, you must be patient.”
She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Whatever made her think she could have a fair shot at finding eggs when the werewolves could smell the eggs? She had been a little mollified when she’d uncovered the sparkling “haunted egg” encrusted with real Swarovski crystals and fine pink fresh water pearls. Fredrick had promised her a ‘special prize’ and that took some of the sting away from her paltry nine eggs to her opponents’ two dozen. Each.
“This just sucks.”
“Now, now, there’s no need for that, my lady.” Fredrick appeared before her holding a large basket of flowers and a cup of coffee. “This is for you.”
She gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
Brilliant red geraniums held court with peach colored roses, golden dahlias, and purple irises. White carnations fought for space among jagged marigold blossoms. The jeweled egg she’d found in the garden nestled between the glorious blooms, shining in the lights of the coffee shop.
"Thank you.”
“Your prize, my dear.” Fredrick pointed to the egg.
“The egg?”
“Open it.”
Curious, Bridget grasped the sparkling egg and spun it in her fingers, looking for a way to pull it apart. A tiny hinge on the back allowed her to follow the seam to the front where one of the pearls acted as the catch for a loop of gold wire. She flicked it open and cocked her head at the palm-sized black velvet bag tied with a gold ribbon.
“What is it?”
Fredrick sat beside her and lifted the bag out. He held it up to her nose. “Sniff.”
Bridget inhaled and her senses flooded with the delicious scents of baby powder mixed with orange blossom honey and gardenia. She closed her eyes and reveled in the smell until it drifted away.
She opened her eyes. “Oh glory, what is that?”
“That is Honey Dust.”
“What is it for?”
A dark, predatory smile wreathed his lips. “It’s your prize, my lady. I plan on dusting your body with it and licking every little bit of it off of you.”
She raised her eyebrow. “That sounds like more of a prize for you, than for me.”
“Oh, I promise it will be worth your while.”
Bridget grinned. “Do I get to use it on you, too?”
His laugh rumbled. “Perhaps when I’m done with you. Saucy minx.” Then he snatched her into his arms and hauled her, squealing and laughing, off to their bedroom.

Bridget doesn't believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn't stop one from kidnapping her.

Bridget Shanahan’s life seems bleak and boring until she gets mugged and abducted from her favorite coffee shop by the sexiest man she’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s a lunatic who believes he’s some kind of vampire savior surrounded by a security force of werewolves. And he’s determined to keep her.

Fredrick MacGregor has been having visions of this woman in danger for the last six months. A woman he must protect because she’s the Avatar of the Goddess. However, when he brings her home, she doesn’t believe he's a vampire or that she is the Avatar, and she definitely doesn't want to stay. But the sense of danger persists and he'll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means risking the loss of the only woman who makes his endless life bearable again.

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Mid Week Tease - Her Devoted Vampire - Caught like it or not


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

My Mid Week Tease is from Her Devoted Vampire. Bridget Shanahan has been taken to a stranger's house after she was mugged and just tried to get away from Fredrick MacGregor, a man who claims to be a vampire. Just in time for Halloween, eh? Bridget speaks first.


“Let. Me. Go.”
“You are tired and overwrought. You should rest.” He met her gaze unflinchingly. “We will speak more after you’ve slept.”
Fredrick didn’t release her until she relaxed her body back into the pillows on the bed. But her eyes burned with her wrath, and two tears slowly spilled over her lower lids to drip down her cheeks. She didn’t sob, nor did her lips tremble, but her anger seethed beneath her skin. She said nothing, and after a while he let go of her and stood.
“Don’t try to escape.” His voice crackled with cold fury. What did he have to be mad about? “I will tell Cynthia and the others to keep an eye and an ear out for you. One thing about werewolves and vampires you should be aware of: we are a hundred times faster and stronger than the average human male, so you won’t be a problem to catch. I don’t recommend trying to run.”
He picked up the tray and stepped back from the bed.
Bridget said nothing, just stared at him with recrimination. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of rubbing her numb arm where it began to tingle. It was badly bruised, she knew, maybe even dislocated, but she didn’t look at it. She glared as he nonchalantly turned his back on her and went to the door of the room.
Before Fredrick left, he reached out and grabbed the pocketknife, then switched off the light and shut the door behind him. She lay in the dark with nothing but the light from the crack beneath door to illuminate her tears. She waited until his shadow stepped away before she rolled over and allowed herself to cry.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Mid Week Tease - Her Devoted Vampire - Waking Up With Handsome


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

My Mid Week Tease is from Her Devoted Vampire. Bridget Shanahan has been taken to a stranger's house after she was mugged and has just woken from a very odd dream starring Fredrick MacGregor, the man she met briefly at her favorite coffee shop.


“Do you remember me, Bridget? I met you at Snickerdoodles.”
Oh, she remembered, all right. She remembered the scent of his skin and the warmth of his body beside her. At least, she thought she did. He’d wrapped his trench coat around her, hadn’t he?
She closed her eyes and shook her head to clear the cobwebs of mixed memories.
“I returned your book and tried to hail a cab for you. Do you remember that?”
No. Wait. Yes, she remembered the terrible kidnapping scene in the book and how she’d left it on the table in the coffee shop. Her memories played out in a reel until it ended with red eyes and searing pain.
Bridget’s eyes flew open, and she stared at her companion with dawning unease. His expression filled with concern and compassion, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. No sign of red anywhere. They weren’t even bloodshot.
“You’re Fredrick MacGregor.”
“That’s right.” A smile flitted over his lips.
“And you smell like spiced apples and vanilla.”
His black eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, one tendril falling across an eye. It looked soft and smooth, and she wanted to push it behind his ear for him. His smug look banished any tender feelings that might have developed.
“You were stabbed in the side, and I brought you to my home here in Gloucester to take care of you.”
Stabbed? She’d been stabbed? Gasping, she wrenched the emerald bedclothes away from her body and scanned the skin of her belly. The bruised pain she felt directed her eyes to her left side, but there was nothing there, not even discoloration. If she’d been stabbed, where was the scar, the scab?
Is he just teasing me? What kind of a jerk does that? Then the rest of his words sank in.
“Gloucester?”
“Yes. It was the safest place I could think to take you.”
Bridget narrowed her eyes as she raised her gaze to meet his again, her hands still holding the bedclothes up.
Safe for whom, you chocolate-eyed kidnapper?

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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Mid Week Tease - Her Devoted Vampire - The One That Didn't Get Away


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

My Mid Week Tease is from Her Devoted Vampire. Bridget Shanahan has been taken to a stranger's house after she was mugged, but he doesn't want to let her go. Fredrick MacGregor tried to tell her he's a vampire, but Bridget isn't buying his explanation.

“Who the hell are you? Did you escape from a mental institution? Forget to take your meds today? I have got to get out of here!” Bridget shoved the tray toward him and tried to slide out of the bed, naked or no. She’d raid one of the closets for a coat and walk to the nearest place to get a taxi. Maybe I’ll just take his trench coat.
“Bridget, I can’t let you leave quite yet,” he said as he caught her right arm in a gentle but firm grip. “Not until you tell me what you are.”
“You can’t let me leave? Or won’t?” She pulled against his grip, but it was like she was handcuffed to a concrete post.
“The result is the same regardless of semantics.”
“Why are you keeping me here? What am I to you? I was just minding my own business and told you I didn’t want or need your help getting home, and you kidnapped me! Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?” The last was shouted at him as she jerked her arm to get away. She kept pulling despite the pain in her shoulder as his grip tightened. “Let me go!”
She yanked the full weight of her body against his hold on her arm and felt the shoulder separate. His fingers bruised her arm, and his expression shifted into feral intensity that made her pull all the harder as she tried to breathe through the pain.
He’s a freak! I won’t be held like some animal for him to admire!
Fredrick squeezed her arm until it was numb from the elbow down, and she moaned in anguish. At the last second, she reversed her momentum and swung her free hand, balled into a fist, at his head. To her amazement, he caught it and held it fast, not crushing her fingers, but holding them tightly closed. She froze, absorbing the meaning of his strength, and realized she’d never get away from him. He was just too strong for her to fight. It infuriated her she was so easily defeated, and she directed all that impotent rage at him through her livid glare.
“Let. Me. Go.”
“You are tired and overwrought. You should rest.” He met her gaze unflinchingly. “We will speak more after you’ve slept.”

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Monday, April 15, 2013

Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog Hop and Giveaway


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for the Book Boyfriend Blog Hop! Book Boyfriends...

Can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 76 heroes in 7 days. Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to Fredrick MacGregor, a man on a mission, and a vampire full of devotion...

Fredrick shrugged out of his leather trench coat and hung it on the peg beside the booth before settling into the creaking leather. Despite the many disappointments he'd experienced, excitement pounded through his veins. Tonight could be the night. She could be here. He'd been searching for decades for the one woman who embodied the Goddess. The one woman he'd protect against all enemies and dangers.

As soon as he rose for the evening he'd received hints of her and a strong urge to come to this restaurant tonight. He'd cleared his schedule, purchased a small bouquet of three roses, and drove to town. The roses lay before him on the table, two red and one white, for love and pure devotion. Now all he had to do was wait and she'd show. He knew it.

Fredrick shifted his gaze around the room, scenting the interest of the women already there. A few threw him coy smiles and a wink or two, much to their dates' dismay, but he ignored them. His lady, the Goddess's Avatar, hadn't arrived yet.

Fredrick sighed and sat back. Normally, he had great patience, but the anticipation rode him too hard tonight, along with his blood lust. He'd need to feed if she didn't arrive soon. She'll be here and I'll see her face clearly for the first time. The lady he'd love forever. The lady he'd protect with his life. The lady who'd hold his heart sacred. All he had to do was wait.

He threw his ponytail over his shoulder and watched the door. The scents of spring flowers mixed with the roses as the door swung open and she stepped through...



Did you get your roses? ;)

So guess what else is up for grabs?
  • One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
  • Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).
  • Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter?

Answer this question: What do you love most about a Book Boyfriend?

I'm giving away a copy of Her Devoted Vampire to one lucky commenter. Be sure to leave the answer and your email address in the comments section below to be eligible to win a prize. You must be 18 years or older and please void where prohibited. My giveaway is open internationally and you have until Midnight, April 21st Pacific US time to enter. 

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...

Friday, February 22, 2013

HAPPY PUBLISHING ANNIVERSARY PARTY!


Woot! It's my first anniversary as a published author! *Throws confetti and pours champagne*

One year ago Her Devoted Vampire erupted on the publishing scene and has thrilled readers ever since. It's the introduction to my whole world of vampires, werewolves, dragons, goblins, and the Morukai, who you'll meet soon. ;)

I wrote it on a dare. My husband, Mr. SM, said romance was bunk, so I said I'd try to write one. He has graciously admitted I convinced him it's not bunk. :)

To that end, I'm offering a little excerpt of one of my favorite parts in the story, and a giveaway, since there are always gifts and goodies at anniversary parties. First the excerpt:

Bridget immediately recognized the handsome man from Snickerdoodles and her heart fluttered with excitement. He was here in her bedroom. Wait, what was he doing in her bedroom? Her eyes snapped to the bedspread again. This wasn’t her bedroom!
            “Where am I?” she asked as she struggled to sit up, but aborted the effort when pain shot through her side.
“Just rest for now. You aren’t ready yet.” His familiar voice settled some of her uncertainty and fright.
            “Why do I hurt? What’s wrong with me?”
The pain felt like she’d literally been hit by a baseball bat beneath her ribs on the left side. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t felt this bad, even after the British had come to the farm in her dream. She slid her hand down to test her injury, but she couldn’t feel anything.
            “Do you remember me, Bridget? I met you at Snickerdoodles.”
            Oh, she remembered, all right. She remembered the scent of his skin and the warmth of his body beside her. At least, she thought she did. He’d wrapped his cloak around her, hadn’t he?
            She closed her eyes and shook her head to clear the cobwebs of mixed memories.
            “I returned your book and tried to hail a cab for you. Do you remember that?”
            No. Wait. Yes, she remembered the terrible kidnapping scene in the book and how she’d left it on the table in the coffee shop. Her memories played out in a reel until it ended with red eyes and searing pain.
            Bridget’s eyes flew open and she stared at her companion with dawning unease. His expression filled with concern and compassion, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. No sign of red anywhere. They weren’t even bloodshot.
            “You’re Fredrick MacGregor.”
            “That’s right.” A smile flitted over his lips.
            “And you smell like spiced apples and vanilla.”
            His black eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, one tendril falling across an eye. It looked soft and smooth and she wanted to push it behind his ear for him, but his smug look banished any tender feelings that might have developed.
            “You were stabbed in the side and I brought you to my home here in Gloucester to take care of you.”
            Stabbed? She’d been stabbed? Gasping, she wrenched the bedclothes away from her body and scanned the skin of her belly. The bruised pain she felt directed her eyes to her left side but there was nothing there, not even discoloration. If she’d been stabbed, where was the scar, the scab?
Is he just teasing me? What kind of a jerk does that? Then the rest of his words sank in.
            “Gloucester?”
            “Yes. It was the safest place I could think to take you.”
            Bridget narrowed her eyes as she raised her gaze to meet his again, her hands still holding the bedclothes up.
            Safe for whom, you chocolate-eyed kidnapper?
“Normally you take injured people, like those with stab wounds, to the hospital. Or at least call the paramedics.” What was she doing in Gloucester in a richly decorated bedroom? Was it his bedroom?
There are worse places to be, a traitorous voice remarked.
“There was no time and I knew I could care for you as well or better than any hospital,” Fredrick replied to her unasked questions.
Riiiiggghhhtt, that’s what all the sociopaths say to their victims.
            “I have to go,” she croaked out as she tried to sit up again. She’d make it home come hell or high water. Goosebumps zinged along her leg when it appeared out of the covers.
“Whoa!” She jerked her legs back under the bedclothes and stared incredulously at the man sitting next to her on the bed. “Where are my clothes?”
            “I haven’t had time to get any from your apartment,” he explained, his eyes never dropping from hers. “I’ll send someone presently.”
            She raised her eyebrows. “Presently? Who uses words like ‘presently’? And how do you know where I live–” She groaned, frowning. “You looked in my wallet from my coat.”
            “That seemed to be the most logical place to look for your name and home address.”
            “That’s just great. A perfect ending to a perfect day,” she growled, slumping back in the bed. “Stabbed, kidnapped, and naked in a stranger’s bed. It just doesn’t get much worse.”
            “Except, perhaps, being kidnapped by a vampire with a house full of werewolves,” he suggested, a half-smile curling his kissable lips.
            She snorted. “Thank God there’s no such thing as vampires or werewolves.”
           He stilled as if the life within him bled away, leaving nothing but a quiet, waxen shell, and his face lost the humor in it. Unease crept through her as she stared hard at him, clutching the covers so tightly her knuckles turned white. The scent of spiced apples shifted to a dirt smell, like moist earth or the desert after the rain, and her stomach cramped with visceral fear.

Oh, poor Bridget. She has no idea what world she's stumbled across. So now it's time for goodies. I'm offering a Print copy of Her Devoted Vampire and an e-copy of Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack to two lucky commenters who fill out the rafflecopter below and leave me a comment with your email address or Twitter handle. The giveaway will run from Feb. 22 2013 until midnight Thursday, Feb. 28th 2013. It is open internationally, but you must be 18 years or older to win and please void where prohibited.

Don't forget to tweet and share the giveaway! Let's celebrate the stories getting out there and more to come - one at the end of March and another in May! Woot. :D Thanks for visiting and happy reading. :)


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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Saturday Souvenirs - Picture Inspiration for Siobhan's Stories


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked! Now that I've started a friendable page on Facebook, I thought I'd try to post a little bit about myself so that folks can get to know the person behind the stories I write.

Today I'm starting simple. I'm posting pretty photos of men (and women for my male readers) to show you some of the characters in my books and my upcoming WIPs.

For Her Devoted Vampire, this is my Bridget Shanahan and Fredrick MacGregor.


For Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack, Julianna Morris and Jeff Lightfoot.


For Not a Dragon's Standard Virgin, Isabelle Andersen and Jonarrion Swiftwind.


For Hell Hound's Fire, Sarah Flanagan and Alex MacLaren.


For The Runaway Vampire, Mischief MacGyver, Quintus MacGyver, and Istvan Sarkany.


For The Beltane Witch, Sabrina Foxglove and Darius Winterbourne.


For the Second Chance Succubus, Lady Aislynn, Nik Wolffe, and Chayse Wolffe.


Here's a towel for the drool. :) Thanks for stopping by and happy reading.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - Shall We Dance?


Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you so much for stopping by to read my snippet. I truly appreciate it. Since this is the last Sunday in April, this will be the last SSS snippet of Her Devoted Vampire. But don't despair, you can still find it at Smashwords, Evernight, Amazon, ARe, Bookstrand, Kobobooks, and Barnes&Noble to read it in its entirety. :)


In this snippet, Bridget has woken up after she was mugged and found herself back at the coffee shop, dressed for a night on the town. Apparently, she'd missed a date, so when Fredrick MacGregor appears, and wants to dance, who is she to say no?

Fredrick pulled her into his arms, holding her steady. Bridget had the odd sensation he protected her from more than just the floor.
          “Easy now, I’ve got you and I’m here, Bridget. I’ll always be here from now on.” He hugged her like he held spun glass, laying a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’ll never leave you unprotected again, I promise you.”


*Wistful sigh* Thanks again for stopping by. I realize the Six Sentence Sunday list is long and you have many choices. Your comments mean a lot to me and I'm glad you took the time. There are some of the writers I visit Cara Bristol, Sarah Ballance, Goran Zidar, Gem Sivad, JoAnn Ross, Cate Masters, Zee Monodee, Ruthie Knox, and Silver James.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - How it All Began


Welcome back, Sixers! Today I'm hanging out on the Las Vegas Strip with an author friend Morgan Kearns, but I wanted to thank you for stopping by my snippet of Her Devoted Vampire for Six Sentence Sunday. I realize there are many authors on the SSS List, so thank you for taking the time to visit me.


In this snippet, Bridget Shanahan has arrived at her favorite coffee shop after a tough day and she's trying to lose herself in a romance novel. The first line is from her novel.

          “You’re mine,” he growled, and excitement shivered through her at the menace in his voice. “Never forget!” She stared up at him and swooned.
          “Oh, get real!”
Bridget Shanahan damn near threw her book across the expanse of comfortable chairs and black lacquered tables beyond her own, but she didn’t want to kill anyone.
As if I’d ever believe she’d sleep with a man who kidnapped her!


Oh, the sweet irony of what's to come. :D Thanks so much for stopping by. I have a my favorite authors on the SSS list that I visit and a few of them are Cara Bristol, Zee Monodee, Sarah Ballance, Goran Zidar, and Gem Sivad. They're worth a read! :)

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - Great Lip Service


Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you've enjoyed the little snippets of Her Devoted Vampire. I realize there are many choices for your time on the Six Sentence Sunday list and I'm so grateful you stop by and comment on my blog. Thank you.


In this snippet, Fredrick has just given Bridget the first (of several) orgasm and he's feeling pretty good right about now. :) The first line of speech is hers.

Was there anything more beautiful than a sexy woman enjoying herself?
“Thank you so much.”
“For what, my lady?”
“For the lip service and this.”
She slid one hand down his body to grasp his hard cock and ran her thumb over the tip. Pleasure flared, tightening his balls against his body as she added, “I would ask you if you really enjoyed it, but I think I have my answer right here.”


Oh, yeah, I'd say he enjoyed it. ;) Thanks for stopping by. I have a several SSS authors I love to visit each week and a few of them are Cara Michaels, Cara Bristol, Goran Zidar, and Zee Monodee. Happy reading! :)

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - True Love?


Welcome back, Sixers, for another wonderful Sunday. Happy Easter! I hope it's a good day with good food and lots of chocolate (I'm hoping for coffee and Honey Dust, myself). Thank you so much for visiting my blog today, especially on a holiday, and commenting. I really appreciate it as I know there are a lot of authors on the Six Sentence Sunday list. Thank you for taking the time to visit mine. I have some favorites on the list and a few of them are Cara Michaels, Zee Monodee, Goran Zidar, and Paula Martin.


In this snippet from Her Devoted Vampire, my recent release from Evernight Publishing, Bridget and Fredrick are having a frank discussion about love and how to show it.

“As for why I don’t care to hurt you, you don’t choose whom you love, you just love them.”
            “Love? You call this love? Oh, right, you’ve lived forever, so back in your day, the time of Neanderthals, you just clubbed your mate and then held her captive for a while until she gave up trying to escape, right? This fits right in. Love someone, hold them captive until they acquiesce to your dominance.”


Oh, that's definitely my definition of true love, lol. Thank you so much for stopping by today. If you'd like the opportunity to win a digital copy of Her Devoted Vampire and a signed, framed cover art photo, please check out the post directly below this one for the Hoppy Easter Blog Hop. The contest closes at midnight tonight. Good luck and happy reading! :)

Friday, April 6, 2012

Hoppy Easter Blog Hop and the Prize in the Golden Egg Giveaway


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for the Hoppy Easter Blog Hop hosted by The Blog Hop Spot.

It's Easter weekend, a time of flowers, colored eggs, gentle breezes, and...coffee? Perhaps not your typical addition to the pastel baskets and fluffy bunnies, but certainly a treat for many people. I personally love coffee and if my Easter basket was stuffed with it, I wouldn't complain. But mostly, I hope to find the Golden Egg in an Easter egg hunt.

To entice you into the holiday spirit, I've offered a little bonus scene between Bridget MacGregor nee Shanahan and her husband Fredrick, the heroine and hero from my latest release, Her Devoted Vampire, available now from Evernight Publishing.

“That’s not fair, Fredrick.” Bridget unwrapped her scarf with a savage twist and threw her coat onto a nearby chair. “I’m never having an Easter egg hunt with werewolves again!”
“Come now, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Fredrick stuffed his gloves into his pocket and headed straight for the coffee machine on the kitchen counter.
“Are you kidding? By the time I’d found five, Cynthia and Stephen had at least two dozen.”
“Ah, yes, but you did find the Golden Egg.” He winked over his shoulder at her. “And you know that’s the greatest prize of all.”
“Oh yeah?” Bridget looked at him from under her brows as she flopped down on a couch. “Where’s this special prize?”
“I told you, my dear, you must be patient.”
She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Whatever made her think she could have a fair shot at finding eggs when the werewolves could smell them? She had been a little mollified when she’d uncovered the sparkling “golden egg” encrusted with real Swarovski crystals and fine fresh water pearls. Fredrick had promised her a ‘special prize’ and that took some of the sting away from her paltry nine eggs to her opponents’ two dozen. Each.
“Mother pus-bucket!”
“Now, now, there’s no need for that, my lady.” Fredrick appeared before her holding a large basket of flowers and a cup of coffee. “This is for you.”
She gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
Brilliant red geraniums held court with peach colored roses, golden daffodils, and purple and white tulips. Purple grape hyacinth fought for space among the crocus blossoms. The golden egg she’d found in the garden nestled between the glorious blooms, shining in the lights of the kitchen.
 “Thank you.”
“Your prize, my dear.” Fredrick pointed to the egg.
“The egg?”
“Open it.”
Curious, she grasped the sparkling egg and spun it in her fingers, looking for a way to pull it apart. A tiny hinge on the back allowed her to follow the seam to the front where one of the pearls acted as the catch for a loop of gold wire. She flicked it open and cocked her head at the palm-sized black velvet bag tied with a gold ribbon.
“What is it?”
Fredrick sat beside her and lifted the bag out. He held it up to her nose. “Sniff.”
Bridget inhaled and her senses flooded with the delicious scents of baby powder mixed with orange blossom honey, and gardenia. She closed her eyes and reveled in the smell until it drifted away.
She opened her eyes. “Oh glory, what is that?”
“That is Honey Dust.”
“What is it for?”
A dark, predatory smile wreathed his lips. “It’s your prize, my lady. I plan on dusting your body with it and licking every little bit of it off of you.”
She raised her eyebrow. “That sounds like more of a prize for you, than for me.”
“Oh, I promise it will be worth your while.”
Bridget grinned. “Do I get to use it on you, too?”
His laugh rumbled. “Perhaps when I’m done with you. Saucy minx.” Then he snatched her into his arms and hauled her, squealing and laughing, off to their bedroom. 


Oh, I could definitely go for that in my Easter basket! Alas, I'm sure I'll have the usual chocolate and M&Ms, but no Honey Dust. Maybe I'll get coffee this year. ;)

But what's your prize in the Golden Egg? I'm offering a digital copy of Her Devoted Vampire and a signed, framed cover art photo to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is tell me what you'd like to find in your Easter basket this year, follow my blog, and add a valid email address or Twitter handle in your comment (so I can let you know you've won). The winner will be announced here on this blog Monday, April 9th after 12:00 pm PDT.

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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - Fredrick's Dilemma


Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you so much for visiting my blog this weekend. I realize there are many authors to visit from the Six Sentence Sunday list, so that you've taken time to visit mine is much appreciated. I have several favorites I always visit and a few of them are Cara Michaels, Gem Sivad, Zee Monodee, and Sarah Ballance.


In this snippet of my recent release, Her Devoted Vampire, Fredrick has come into Bridget's room after he locked her in, and found her asleep on the floor (she'd knocked over her water glass and in her attempt to retrieve it, been unable to get back into the bed), the food uneaten, and the carpet stained.

Fredrick retrieved the cut crystal and replaced it on the tray, then stood looking at his unwilling guest. He wished he could explain to her why she had to stay, but he only seemed to infuriate her each time he tried. He sighed and shook his head at his clumsy attempts to make her comfortable.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“It will be better, I promise, Bridget. Just trust me, please,” he whispered.


Aww, maybe he should just tell her. Nah! :D Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. Happy reading! :)

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - Her Devoted Vampire - Aborted Escape


Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you for returning each week to comment on my little snippets and if you're visiting my blog for the first time, welcome! I really appreciate your comments and I'm grateful you've taken time out of your day to read my Six Sentence Sunday snippet. I realize the list is long and there are a lot of authors, so thank you for visiting. I have my own favorites and a few of them are Gem Sivad, Zee Monodee, Cate Masters, and Morgan Kearns.


In this snippet of my recent release Her Devoted Vampire, Bridget Shanahan thinks Fredrick MacGregor has kidnapped her, so she tries to escape. When he realizes she has left his house, he comes after her, frustrated that she didn't believe he was there to protect her. Perhaps it was because he dislocated her shoulder trying to make her stay. Maybe. ;)

This time, Fredrick lifted her off her feet and threw her kicking and snarling over his shoulder. Bridget wanted to scream with frustration, but she didn’t want to waste any energy. Instead, she rained blows on his backside with her good arm, twisting her body off of his shoulder, and trying to slam her knees into his guts. He merely tightened his arms around her knees and hips, ignoring her hands entirely. Her fury mounted, and she opened her mouth to bite him through his mock-turtleneck sweater.
“Do that,” he growled as he lugged her back toward the house, “and I will show you what biting really is.”


*Shiver* Ever thought of biting a vampire? That could be fun... Thank you for stopping by and happy reading! :)