Monday, December 30, 2013

For a limited time books 1 and 2 in my Hunters Series are both on sale for $0.99. Get yours today as these prices won't last long!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The Gypsy's Dance

Only $0.99 until Jan. 1st.

Get your copy today!!!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Congratulations to my Winter Warmer's Blog Hop Giveaway!!

Donna Newman

Please email me to claim your prize!
*Please note*
You'll have 48 to hours to contact me before we select another name.

A big thank you to everyone who stopped by during the hop! Make sure to keep an eye on my website, my FB page and my twitter page for upcoming giveaways!!!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Winter Warmers Giveaway!!

Welcome to the next stop on the Winter Warmers Giveaway Blog Hop!
One lucky winner (to be chosen by random) will win my entire
Curse Breaker's Trilogy.
The trilogy focuses on three friends and their paranormal lovers.
Be forwarned...
These romantic reads are steamy enough to keep you warm on a cold winter's night!

Continue on for revamped version of Clement Clarke Moore's poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas" or more commonly known as "Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem" and a rafflecopter for the giveaway!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
 not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
 in hopes they'd be filled books about weres.

Romance readers were nestled and snug in their beds,
while visions of vampires ran through their heads.
My latest romance I finished in a snap,
so I just settled in for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

                                                       Away to the window I flew like a flash,

                                                   Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to persons below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than vampires his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of books, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of books he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a book seller, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Hi guys! Gotta a giveaway going on over on my page right now celebrating my 700 likes benchmark - prize is winner's choice! Come join the fun! The Raffle will be open until next Sunday.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Over the course of the next several weeks my books will be removed completely from the website and from the Barnes and Noble website (However the print books will remain available for purchase through Barnes and Noble). This is primarily due to Amazon offering me better advertising options and the fact that most of my sales do come from I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause my nook users. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

On Sale Now...


When Luc and Anika decide to leave the present behind to spend sometime in the past, Adrienne immediately jumps in to help Lizzy run their antique shop. What she wasn’t expecting was to be kidnapped by Tony.

With Anika missing for over a month, Tony decides to take drastic measures and kidnap the young French woman who’s been working in her place. With enough motivation he’s hoping that he’ll learn everything he needs to know about where Anika went and how to get her back.

The Reston house is in turmoil. Luc and Anika return to help with the search while Lorenzo and Will exhaust the resources at their disposal. As a last ditch effort, Anika suggests using magic to find Adrienne forcing Luc and Lorenzo on a journey to the past to find the only person with magic strong enough to bring back the woman they all love.


“Are you sure you want this… me?” Lorenzo asked one last time. “Because you have stolen my heart Adrienne and I won’t let you leave with it.”

Adrienne sat up on her elbows making Lorenzo push back further from her. She reached one hand up to his neck and brought his face down to hers and kissed him reverently on the mouth, “Je vous aime Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo shook his head and smiled, “I’m sorry Adrienne. I don’t know what that means.”

Adrienne chewed her bottom lip while trying to remember the proper English translation. When it finally came to her she grinned, “I love you Lorenzo.”

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Shadow Lord

A New Vampire Series, Based in Fact

From Author Tony-Paul De Vissage

Shadow Lord will draw you into a world where love, vengeance and honor intermingle.  It will change the way you think about vampires.

 --Tony Eldridge, author of The Samson Effect 

It was a lovely Southern summer afternoon—late afternoon, in fact.  What the townspeople called “evening,” that time before day turns into night and the sun begins to dim.  It was around six o’clock when Warene de Vissage stepped from the dining room of the house onto the back porch, calling to her child to come in for dinner.  The sinking sun was shining on the back side of the house and Warene was sheltered from its rays by four walls and a roof.  Nevertheless, she could see the heat rising in shimmering waves  from the sidewalk fifteen  feet away behind the barrier of a running rose-covered picket fence.  She could also feel that same heat touching her skin and surrounding her like a prickling aura.

        Wrapping her arms protectively across her chest, she hurried back inside not waiting for the child to obey.

        The next morning, Warene awoke in agony.  Her skin burned, felt hot and tight.  Staggering out of bed and to the mirror above her vanity, she stared at the horrorific image before her…its skin crimson and scorched, blistered and scaling, the burst edges of blisters curled and inflamed.  As if someone had held her over an open fire.  To touch her face brought excruciating pain.  To look at it brought tears.  It itched, it burned, and the awful part was…she knew why.

        The sun…reflecting off the pavement. 

Hadn’t she felt its heat?  She’d dared step outside during daylight, thinking just this once, it wouldn’t matter…just this once, so late in the day, she wouldn’t suffer, but though she hurried back inside, that damnable sun still found her, and did its work.

        It would be weeks before she would heal.

This may sound like the beginning of a vampire story, but it’s true, taken from my own mother’s life.  Maman suffered from PMLE.  Polymorphic light eruption is one of the less virulent forms of XP, xeroderma pigmentosum…a condition in which an individual’s DNA cannot repair the damage done to the skin by ultraviolet  rays.  There is also the danger of cancer ( 2,000 times stronger than for an unaffected individual) or progressive neurological damage.

Not much was known about it back in Maman’s day and she was given no treatment,  except the usual and customary treatment prescripts for an “allergy,” which did absolutely nothing in the way of alleviating her pain, and definitely didn’t provide a cure.   One doctor actually suggested ultraviolet treatments, and the result of that…you can imagine.

Although they now say that PMLE generally resolves itself by age 30, there’s no cure for XP. XP suffers never come out in daylight; they live their entire lives after dark.  Maman, however, refused to do that.  Probably because she had no true knowledge of what she was suffering from, and because she had a family to take care of, she simply forged ahead with her life.  She was never able to go into the sunlight without being completely covered from head-to-toe, even on the most overcast days.  Long pants, knee socks, a long-sleeved shirt, gloves,  a neck scarf, and a wide-brimmed hat were her usual attire when leaving the house, plus the addition of an umbrella…and still, she could be touched by sunlight reflecting from the pavement or any surface, and going through her clothes to cause first degree burns.

PMLE/XP appears to be hereditary,  though the occurrence is one in a million, so I was lucky; even with my blond hair and fair skin, I can walk in sunlight with no more than the normal fear of getting a sunburn.  SPF-70 sunblock and I are old friends, however, and I use it faithfully.  My mother’s skin, where it wasn’t scarred by old, healed burns (mostly on her arms), was as pale and translucent as a piece of alabaster.

In hindsight, I imagine this condition also contributed to her death of ALS, Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, a disease of the nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord that control voluntary muscle movement.

Okay, you’re probably saying about now.  This is all very interesting, and you have our sympathy, Tony-Paul, but… What does this have to do with vampires? I want to hear about your latest novel,  not your familial illnesses.

The inference is obvious, and may be one of the ways the vampire myth began.  If you were a superstititious person living in a primitive time when it was believed the sun sank into the sea every night and rose from it every morning, and you saw someone actually burned by that same sun…someone who was only comfortable after dark and only felt he could safely come out of his dwelling in nighttime…what would you think?  Other opinions have been offered:  premature burials, porphyria, lycanthropy.  I’m certain all these—plus PMLE and XP—attributed to the legend a good many of us who are writers have used to our advantage.

When I began my series The Second Species, I wanted my vampires to be different, not the usual Undead, sleeping-in-a-coffin type.  So I made them a living people, a second species of Mankind, divorced from their human brothers because of their differences.  They have many characteristics of the Undead but I’ve given them  acceptable  reasons:  the entire group suffers from XP, therefore they can’t emerge into sunlight.  I explained away other vampiric characteristics.  They have allergies—the most powerful one being to garlic and certain herbs.  Their refusal to look at crosses, etc., is not because they are repulsed by them but because their own religion demands they not look on the sacred objects of other faiths, and so on.  They have certain Laws, Canon handed down from their gods, to govern their behavior,  especially in regard to humans.  Understanding how normal people fear them, they have hidden themselves away in the cloud-covered peaks of the Carpathians where the sun never penetrates and whenever they emerge, tragedy inevitably follows.

That is the story behind the creation of my “vampires,” based in fact, elaborated in fiction.  The first novel in the series, Shadow Lord, is now available from Double Dragon Publishing.  Look for it…I think you’ll enjoy it…and feel a little sympathy for those true suffers “deprived of God’s holy sunlight.”


Though the sun had been down for many hours, Elsabeta Suvoi was still abed. Her lover liked her that way, wanting his woman where she was convenient whenever his lust seized him. Elsabeta was slavishly in love with Mircea Ravagiu. He was violent and insatiable, as cruel in bed as out of it, but she worshipped him. It had been so from the moment they met, after her father’s reluctant invitation to a banchet at his castel. Elsabeta had taken one look at the black-eyed warrior, saw the lustful gleam in his eyes, and left with him that night against her parents’ wishes. She’d sullied the Suvoi name to become his iubita...and she didn’t care.

He never spoke aloud that he loved her, though often he praised her body for the satisfaction it gave him. He said straightaway she should never expect marriage or offspring, but Elsabeta was a female of her time from a family of women considered mere chattels to their males, so she accepted his domination without argument. Running away with Mircea was her one independent act.

At first horrified by the bloody orgies and attacks upon the deomi, the humans living on the edges of his estate, she now ignored his rapaciousness and his brutal games, letting his prowess in bed distract her. When her lover and his soldati returned from their hunts, she locked herself in her bedchamber, its thick walls drowning out the screams from below. It was the cries of the children cut most into her soul. At those times, she thanked the Oracle Ravagiu swore he’d never get her with child, for it came into her mind should it happen, it might be her own infant shrieking out its life in the castel banquet chamber.

To Elsabeta, Mircea Ravagiu was like one of the dreadful Ancient Ones who devoured its own offspring. She truly believed he wouldn’t hesitate to rip out his own child’s throat and drink its blood should the thought come to him. Yet, with that perversity Nature renders some, she loved the man and never thought to leave him.

She was jerked from her semi-slumber by the chamber door being kicked open, sat up to stare at the figure in the doorway...Mircea, upper body bare, wings hovering around him. They were still quivering, evidence he’d flown rapidly and had just landed. From where she sat, she could hear his harsh panting. He held something in his arms.

“Get dressed.” No words of greeting or love. Just an order.

“Why? What’s the matter?” A loud crashing came through the doorway, voices crying out. “What’s that noise?”

“My men are disposing of the vanjosi.” He answered as calmly as if merely announcing the moon had risen. “Strigoi’s freak’s on his way here and we have to go.”

“You should’ve expected this.” She dared remind him of what he’d done, though it jeopardized her own life. “Did you think you could slaughter his family and he wouldn’t retaliate?”

She’d been horrified when he returned from his brother’s castel announcing they’d been executed by the Prince’s Taietor, didn’t believe it when he said he planned to kill the Shadow Lord and his family. She hadn’t thought he’d succeed and waited to be told he was dead,
resigned to living the rest of her days as an outcast for the choice she’d made. And then, Mircea returned, bloodily triumphant...and Janos Strigoi and his wife were dead and their children carried away to be tortured before their blood nourished their father’s enemy.

“I never thought that book-bound scholastic’d have balls enough to take a sword in his hands.” He stalked into the room. The sounds from below got louder, women screaming, men shouting, voices abruptly cut off to be replaced by others just as terrified. “Get up or you’ll join my servants.”

Sliding from the bed, she hastened to obey but as she reached for her chemise and overskirt, he said, “We’re flying. Make certain your wings are unhampered.”

The bundle he held began to move. It squirmed, kicking itself free of the swathing
blanket. A plump little leg, an arm...a baby, a little girl-child, tiny and out of place in Mircea’s deadly embrace.

“Dear one.” Elsabeta stopped with the garment in her hands. A sick dread twisted inside
her. “W-who’s that?”

“My daughter.” His answer was as short as if he’d bitten the word. “Now.”

Daughter? How can he have a child? Hadn’t he told her he wished no brats, that the only thing he wanted from them was their sweet, immortality-laden blood?

Shrugging her wings out of their concealing pouches, she peered at the infant. The child
whimpered, turning her head and holding out her hands. She was blond and blue-eyed, not quite a year old. This is Janos Strigoi’s child. Elsabeta’s heart felt as if it had been wrung dry.

“What are you going to do with her?” Even as she asked the question, she knew she had to prevent it. If she had to risk her own life and finally brave Mircea’s wrath, she couldn’t let him harm this child.

“It’ll be fitting, don’t you think?” His laugh was harsh. “Raising the Shadow Lord’s brat as
my own? Teaching her how to be a Ravagiu and some day, letting the survivors know?”

“No! Please…” A woman’s scream floated up to them, dying away in a bloody wail.

“Are you ready?” He thrust the child into her arms. Elsabeta cuddled it against her naked breast, holding the little body tightly. I must do whatever it takes to protect this baby. If it kills me.

He held out his hand.

“Where are we going?” She placed her own in it. He led her toward the window.

“I’m fortunate my brother saw fit to have holdings in other countries and I’ve traveled to them.” One fist struck the shutters, sending them flying. He climbed upon the sill. “We’re going to Budapest. Hold tight to the brat. If you drop her, I’ll kill you.”

He flung himself through the window into the air. Naked as she was, Elsabeta was pulled along, clutching the child. Releasing her hand, Mircea circled and rose swiftly, his body completing a graceful curve as he aimed himself over the trees, Elsabeta trailing after him.

Below them, the killings continued for another hour.

Shadow Lord is available from Double Dragon Publishing.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Portrait Part 2 - Release Date

You've waited a long time for this. 

Most of you were probably ready to strangle me after the cliff hanger I left you with. I received countless emails and Facebook messages asking when the next installment would be available and for the longest time I didn't have answer for you.

But I do now...

On December 3rd... The wait is over.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Cover Reveal - Black Magic Rose by Jordan K. Rose

Black Magic Rose Blurb:

Is it possible to reduce the amount of workplace violence in an organization run by 

vampires and werewolves? Sofia Engle, the new Employee Relations Manager at Cader 

House Hospital is about to find out, and she may not like the answer, or the series of 

firsts she experiences: first human employee at Cader House, first day tardy, first kiss 

with a dead guy. Well, maybe kissing the dead guy wasn't the worst of it after all.

For nearly 600 years Dragomir Petrescu has fought for The Alliance. As one of the 

most skilled warriors the Alliance has ever seen he's killed a lot of people and won 

many difficult battles. But his newest human adversary is turning out to be a worthier 

opponent than any he's met. Just the scent of her disarms him, never mind her endless 

policies and silly ideals about civility.

Can he possibly keep her safe from Alliance enemies, hospital employees and himself? 

The term Employee Relations is about to have a whole new meaning.

About the Author:

Jordan loves vampires. But if you know anything about Jordan, you already knew that 

detail. What you didn’t know was it wasn’t long ago that she began writing about them. 

A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her 

anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne 

Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her 

first book, Perpetual Light came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim. 

In October of 2013 The Demon Mistress, the first Eva Prim Novel is available along with 

four short stories. For continual updates on Eva please join the Snack Of The Week Club at 

Coming November 2013 Black Magic Rose, Book One of The Alliance Series. Join Jordan’s 

newsletter for updates. 

Jordan is a member of the national Romance Writers of America organization and several 


When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with 

her husband, Ken and their lovable Labrador, Dino on the beautiful beaches of New 


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Monday, November 11, 2013

The book tour is rolling out this morning! Make sure you stop by and enter for your chance to win one of two copies of Mermaid's Sanctuary!

Friday, November 1, 2013

Mermaid's Sanctuary Tour Schedule

November 11 Spotlight
Pick Your Poison Book Reviews

November 12 Spotlight
AC James

November 13 Spotlight
Darker Passions

November 14 Interview
Mom With A Kindle

November 15 Guest blog
Mama Knows Books 

November 18 Guest blog
Fang-tastic Books

November 19 Spotlight
Share My Destiny

November 20 Interview
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

November 20 Review
trips down imagination road

November 21 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair.  

November 22 Spotlight
Fantasy Book Lane

November 24 Interview
Fantasy Book Addict

November 25 Guest blog
Roxanne’s Realm

November 25 Spotlight/Excerpt
Adrienne Woods Books and Reviews

Review later after tour
Amanda @Wicca Witch 4 Books

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

All Romance Ebooks - Redux

Because Amazon has started cracking down and randomly deleting books from their website, I have decided to start adding my books back to the website. So, if you can't find my book on amazon you can find it here. I just added Mermaid's Sanctuary today.

Happy Reading!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Welcome Author D.X. Luc

Today we welcome erotica author D.X Luc to my world. Author of Touch of the Gods: The Wager and the Down the Yellow Brick Road series (which happens to be my personal favorite). She also has several short erotic contemporaries under her belt as well.

Hi D! Welcome to my world. So, I understand you have a new book out called Hunters of  Seraphim that's a totally different world than what we're used to reading about. Can you tell us something about it?

The idea of having a role reversed, Amazonian society has always appealed to me so the idea mostly came from that base point. But I wanted to show what could happen if a woman from such a culture was suddenly thrown into a world where men were dominant, even almost primitive in a way. That’s what you get when reading Hunters of Seraphim: Jadin. And a whole lot more. 

How did you come up with the story line?
A strange thought, as mentioned before, to write a role reversed world. Then slowly turn it into a game of cat and mouse. Who wouldn’t want a sexy Hunter chasing them?

I'd like to sign up now if it's possible! LOL. When you started writing it, did it turn out the way you planned?
Absolutely not! I actually started writing it years ago and stopped. When I came back to it, the plot shifted slightly. I do like how it turned out though.

Who's your favorite character?
Oh that’s a toughie. I’d probably have to say Kefir. He’s got those secrets and sexiness you just want to unwrap!

I love a dark sexy man. (sigh) Was a particular theme song running through your head at the time you thought up the story?
It’s Raining Men. The Island is certainly true to that!

LOL! That's awesome! Is this a stand alone novel or part of a series?
It’s part of a series, so be prepared to learn more about the Hunters and the women they claim.

Can you give us a peak into the future of this series?
Just think Tracie, Travis, Drake, and a brewing Civil War.

That should be interesting. I can't wait to find out more. So, what's next for you? Any WIP's you wanna share?
I’m working on the sequel to Touch of the Gods trilogy. If only my dang characters would work with me! 

Yes, they can be quite temperamental when they want to. D.X. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for stopping by. As you know,I'm a huge fan of your work and can't wait to see how the rest of the story unfolds.

In the year 4411, females dominate the world. Men are now the weaker sex and all roles have been reversed. 

Angela is an accomplished defense attorney and has grown up in this society, but she craves something more. She secretly yearns for a strong male. One that will bend her to his will.

Nestled on an island far from the world Angela knows are a group of mighty Hunters. Primitive, fierce and oh so male, they each wait for the goddess Seraphim to grant them a mate. 

After waking from a drug induced sleep, Angela finds herself on this jungle island, playing a game of cat and mouse with Jadin...the sexiest man she's ever seen. 

He claims she's his, but she wants the right to choose. Will Angela be able to give into her hearts desires or will a lifetime of embedded teachings prevent her from having the man of her dreams?
Author DX Luc has graciously offered to giveaway a few free copies of her book for honest reviews on amazon and goodreads. If you're interested leave a message at the bottom of this interview.