Two men…separated by thousands of years, cultures, and customs…and in love with the same woman… All grad student James Tucker Upchurch wanted was to earn summer credit on an archaeological dig to Central America…and to marry his fiancée, Shannon. All Semris wanted was to escape the monotony of a millennia-old life, and the burdens being a demon king, and the son of the Mayan God of Death, have placed upon him. For five thousand years, the misplaced Dark Lords of Hell have been trapped in this world, ruling the Mayan city of Nikte-Uaxac. While elsewhere civilizations rise and fall, they and their subjects remain unchanged, until Twenty-first Century intruders appear, stealing from them their most precious possession, the Emperor himself… Tuck never expected to lose his girl to a demon nor to be given immortality, and Semris never thought he’d experience mortal love, but when the current world meets a more ancient one, everything and everyone they know will be changed. Forever.
Excerpt: Tuck walked over to the cage. Oh, God, did that last shot kill him? As far as he could tell, Semris hadn’t moved. When he saw the slow rise and fall of the bare chest, he felt abrupt relief. He also saw the golden amulet, recognizing it as the twin of the one that had started all this unpleasantness in the first place. The fruit hadn’t been touched, was rapidly darkening, the sweet, overripe smell permeating the cellar, attracting flies. How the Hell did they get in here, anyway?Several big bluebottles were buzzing around inside the cell, hovering over the peaches, a couple crawling along the edges of the plate. One was floating in the water glass, wings fluttering and making little splashes. Tuck knelt and opened the little flap, reaching inside to remove the glass. As he reached back in for the plate, it happened. so fast he didn’t even realize Semris had moved until he felt the iron grip upon his wrist, saw the fangs drop and the dark head covering his hand. He screamed as twin razor slashes struck through his wrist...knowing no one could hear, struggled desperately to get away. Frantic, disbelieving thoughts whirling through his mind. Oh, God, this is why he didn’t eat the fruit. He’s a vampire! Sweet Jesus, he’s going to kill me! Help someone, help me! Why should they? I didn’t help him. The pain went away, his arm numb from wrist to fingertips. He knelt there on the floor, watching the pale body crouched so near he could have reached out and touched his shoulder...his bare, wingless shoulder.Where did his wings go? What happened to them? All he could do was watch those shoulders heave with the strength of each deep swallow, feeling his life ebb away, and a vague surprise that it didn’t hurt at all. Eyes rolling up, Tuck gave a little sigh and collapsed against the bars. He was barely conscious as he saw Semris raise his head and release his arm. In spite of being only slightly aware, he felt a stab of surprise as the quiet voice whispered, “Gracias. Gracias por su sangre.” He’s thanking me? Thanking me for letting him kill me? With an effort, he made himself withdraw his wounded arm, cradling it against his chest with his other hand. Forcing his eyes open, he stared at his wrist, fighting the wave of blackness floating before his eyes. There was no bloody ripped-away flesh as he’d imagined, only four deep punctures. Two of the five little veins had been pierced, but the wounds were clean and already clotting. Tuck forced himself to take a deep breath, then let it out, and repeated the procedure. Keep breathing! Don’t pass out. He might decide to have a second helping. “I took too much. I am sorry. I was too hungry.” There was such concern in Semris’ voice that Tuck found himself replying, “That’s all right. I-if I’d known, I… Oh, God, what am I saying?” He fell silent, feeling a bout of hysteria galloping toward him. Something was thrust into his hand. One of the peaches. Semris’ hand, between the bars, holding it out to him. “Aqui. Come. Pronto.” So he took the peach and bit into it, choking slightly as the rich, sweet juice slid down his throat, but forced himself to keep chewing and swallowing. As the fruit sugar hit his stomach, he began to feel better. “That was good.” With a sigh, he tossed the peach pit aside. Through the bars, hands helped him to his feet. He leaned against the door, hanging onto it to keep his balance as dizziness flooded back. “Again, I am sorry. He looked up, meeting Semris’ eyes, startled at the concern in them. “It has been so long since I have had the living wine.” Living wine…what a beautiful way to describe it. Tuck still felt a little groggy, wondered if he was now under the vampire thrall. He decided to find out. “Am I your minion now?” “Why would you think that?” Semris sounded genuinely puzzled. “Well, you’ve taken my blood. Generally, when a vampire--” “Vampiro! Donde?” Semris looked around quickly, arms crossing over his throat in a protective gesture. “You.” Tuck answered, feeling he’d made a mistake. “Aren’t you a vampire?” “Of course not!” The answer was disdainful that Tuck might mistake him for such a vile creature. “I am a Dark Lord. Un demonio.” The pale chin lifted proudly. “Los vampiros are creatures accursed.” Tuck thought that over. “And you’re not.” “No.” Semris shook his head, the dark hair swinging. “I am not.” Tuck realized he must be feeling better, to be able to marvel at the absurdity of this conversation.
About Tony-Paul de Vissage
One of Tony-Paul de Vissage's first movie memory is of being six years old, viewing the old Universal horror flick, Dracula's Daughter, on television, and being scared sleepless - - and that may explain a lifelong interest in vampire.
This was further inspired when the author ran across a
band of transplanted Transylvanian vampires who were sightseeing in the
South. Thinkingnosferatu were getting abad pressand in need of some favorable
publicity, he decided to do what
he could to change that attitude through
his writing. Though it may be argued his efforts have probably done the
opposite, no vamp has
complained…yet
on The Journey of the Princess of Ice the first
book in the Elementals series
by LaVerne Thompson.
Now Available at Red Rose
Publishing
What happens when fire meets ice?
Ice had
traveled the realms for centuries searching for the ice elementals, others of
her kind but she was alone always alone. Never staying one place for long
because sooner or later her mere presence caused the temperature of the land to
drop to a killing freeze. Until she found the one place her powers had no
effect. And perhaps the one being who could counter her freeze.
Running
from a destiny not of his own choosing, Arch finally found the one person who
could make him stop running. But Ice must never learn the truth. A fire demon
destroyed her world and he was his father’s son.
Excerpt:
Ice slid down the
mountainside on the ground she’d frozen beneath her feet and came to a stop at
a crossroad. The road to her left led to another town. She could see the spires
of buildings not too far ahead and people riding or walking toward them. Or,
she turned to face the road in front of her, she could continue on her current
course until she came to another town or another crossroad. She’d wandered the
world for centuries searching for her people, a race of elementals or a place
to settle, only to find sooner or later something forced her to leave, by her
own will or that of others.
It had
been awhile since she’d been around people for any length of time and would be
nice to stop and have a little company, even if only for a day. The temperature
of this land seemed moderate, neither too hot nor too cold. If she stayed long
enough, that would change. The wind
shifted and the salty scent of the sea reached her from the direction of the
town. She loved the sea.
Sighing, she adjusted the
pack on her back as well as the specially treated fur coat she wore to contain
her freeze. As an ice elemental, it literally ran in her blood, freezing
anything around her after awhile. She walked in the direction of the new town,
not anticipating it to be any different from the many others she’d encountered.
Friendly at first, then not so much as the temperature dropped because of her.
But she had to try.
What would you do if you were given a second
chance at life and love?
On a mission to rid herself of her engagement ring, jilted attorney, Greer
Ivers, loses control of her vehicle in a freak snowstorm. She finds herself
awakening to a mind-blowing world and in the arms of a handsome man. The
intriguing Caelan Virilion, a hidden witness to the tragedy from another plane
of existence, discovers himself in an unacceptable situation. Spending a few
days together in Caelan's world draws them closer in more ways than one and
feelings they are fated surface in the heat between them. With only a few days
until she must return, will they recognize risks are worth taking for true
love?
Excerpt:
She pulled up short when a man appeared from out of nowhere,
startling her. Jumping back, Greer stared, hoping she didn’t drool. Tall, dark
and handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. Craning her head back to look up
into his face, she realized he must have stood at least six and a half feet
tall with golden skin and a body to die for. He looked so hot in fact, she
could hear the sizzle from where she stood. His dark hair fell to just above
his broad shoulders, framing an exquisite face of chiseled features. Deep green
eyes watched her with interest from under killer lashes. As her eyes traveled
lower, she actually felt her breath catch and stop. He stood before her,
shirtless. His smooth muscular chest and six-pack—no wait, make that
eight-pack—rippled down to reveal a smattering of dark hair starting just below
his navel and trailing south to disappear into snug dark rust-colored pants
hanging low on his lean hips. He posed in the doorway, all lithe, sinewy muscle
with colorful tattoo symbols running down the left side of his torso.
Oh, sweet Jesus. She’d died and gone to heaven—or perhaps hell,
since he looked to be so sinfully tempting. Suddenly realizing she stared at
him too intently, she glanced away. A blush crept from her neck on up to heat
her cheeks.
“Greetings. My name is Caelan Virilion.” He didn’t move from the
doorway, perhaps waiting for her to acknowledge him, but his mega-watt smile,
revealing perfect white teeth, captivated her as did his unique name and
lyrical voice. Ah, so the sandalwood scent came from him. He even smelled
yummy.
Greer snapped back to herself as soon as she realized he was
waiting for her to speak. Believing the best defense to be a direct approach,
she stepped forward with her hand outstretched to shake and broke her silence.
“I’m Greer Ivers. I don’t believe I know you or where I am at the moment.
Perhaps you could enlighten me.”
Personal Note by Scarlet Hunter - Congratulations on your first release, Tess. I am so happy for you. With all your talent, I am sure this is only the beginning! Let's celebrate!!!!!
17 year old Erin Harris spends her time daydreaming, hoping to escape her small town life in Copperfield, Arizona. When a movie crew arrives unexpectedly to shoot a vampire film over the summer, Erin's small town world changes forever.
Erin is positive she has seen the star, James Linkin before in a thirty year old TV show. He hasn't aged a day. How is this possible? Erin is determined to find out, but how will James handle the scrutiny of an all too intelligent teenage girl?
Excerpt:
James heard every word
of the conversation as he strode away. Excellent hearing; it was a perk.
He had asked Erin at the
launch party if she felt unnerved by him. That was funny, since he was the one who was feeling extremely unnerved
now.
Why?
Because he was feeling. That hadn’t happened in awhile, years in
fact. Erin.
“Erin.” He enjoyed the sound of her name on his
tongue. It tasted sweet, like her. And dangerous. James never got too close to anyone. He wasn’t a good guy, and girls only ever got
hurt around him. This girl seemed
different. She saw through him, but did
she know the truth yet?
She had been spot-on about his eyes. There was indeed something ‘wrong’ with
him. James knew he should leave town
immediately, get out of Dodge and clean up this mess. If he turned back now, it could all be over
with her in a matter of seconds. He even
stopped walking in the middle of the road.
Her scent was still on him. Sweet apples on his lips and clothes. Fists clenched, James forced himself to keep
moving, towards the darkness of his trailer, and away from temptation.
Emma Meade lives in rainy Ireland. She loves vampires, slayers, witches, ghosts, aliens & shadow men (or at least the youngest of the Shadow Men), and regular people who live extraordinary lives (think Slayerettes and you’re on the right track).
Books, DVDS & TV show boxsets take up lots of space in her home, and she collects all the Point Horror books she can get her hands on.
Writing supernatural stories and watching marathon re-runs of Buffy are some of her favourite ways of escaping reality.
Blood Bond Chapter 1, the Nocterm Aeternam series on the
Nocterm Guard is an adult graphic novel presented by RP World Group. This is
definitely something different in publishing. It combines the storytelling
experience with the publishing experience and creates something a bit outside
the book or post if you will.
The story Blood Bond is presented in a storytelling format.
Each character ‘speaks’ from their prospective, not unlike a play. But instead
of the actors/actresses speaking their parts it’s written. Yet still presented
in a reader friendly format that anyone can follow. Give it shot. You won’t be
sorry.
We own the
eternal night.
The wind
howled outside the walls of the Fortress echoing throughout the Bay Area like a
wild creature heralding change. After the brutal assassination of his parents a
new King of the Vampire race has been crowned and King Kelt Ignis' first
concern is the disappearances of not just the humans he’s sworn to protect, but
vampires now too. Luther, the demi-demon God, hates them all and must be behind
it. Over the centuries he’s taken humans and turned them into his minions,
little better than zombies to destroy the vampires. So the vampires continue to
guard the night, fighting Luther’s minions and King Kelt searches for answers.
And while the Ancients, the oldest among the vampires bicker over who’s really
behind the kidnappings, and the priorities of the race, Luther continues to
experiment and his army continues to grow.
The only way to get to the bottom of things is for the Vamps to
reach out to the Weres the other most powerful creatures ruling the night. For
Weres have gone missing now too. There has been an uneasy truce between the
Vamps and Weres for a thousand years, both sides evenly matched have kept
things that way. But the king of the Weres hates the blood drinkers and even if
Luther were behind the kidnappings would still find a way to blame the Vamps.
Luther is half-vampire. Yet Kelt has no choice but to convince the Weres they
must put old hatreds aside and become allies. He must send his own to
venture into the Were Sanctum. There is unrest among the Weres, not all want
war between the Nocterms and he hopes this will help his cause. Kelt now has
proof Luther is experimenting and those experiments have been successful. He is
creating a race of demon-possessed vampires, VEMS that are stronger and harder
to kill than minions and maybe has found the right formula to turn Weres and others
too. He must be stopped, all of the races are at risk.
King Kelt Luther
(King of the Vampire race) (The Vampire and Were's common enemy)
Nocterm Aeternam
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Tell us a little about yourself. There's really not much to know. I live in Atlanta, GA. Anything you will ever learn about me or want to know will never be as interesting as the art form I create. Wow. Another southern gal like myself. *grins* Can you tell us how you got started writing? Have you always wanted to be a writer? Yes, I have always written something. I wrote as a child-writing stories for the kids in the area. We would act out plays and skits that I would write, star in and direct. Then, I worked on the school papers in high school and college. I have written articles covering rock & roll, fashion, travel, wine, artists, books, movies. You name a topic, any topic, and more than likely I have written an article about the subject. How fascinating and what a great role model. Tell us a little about your new release and when is it available? My new release is my first book, my debut novella. It is called Fables of the Reconstruction. Pomba Gira Mysticism. Creole Voodoo. The zombie apocalypse. Sex, drugs, magick. Paranormal. Meet Pierre von Minzle and Mary Moore. They are the Adam and Lilith of today's zombie apocalypse. Fables of the Reconstruction is a playful yet graphic sexual adventure consisting of what might have been, combined with what possibly might be happening now. It contains the seeds of the zombie apocalypse set in Victorian London's notorious Whitechapel District. This ain't your daddy's shotgun zombie story. Mature content warning. Basically this is the story of a Belgian pimp in Victorian London who has a magic powder. He claims he is undead. Zombies, huh? I have to say you have my curiosity up. I'll be checking this book out for sure! So...What one word would you say best describes you? Everchanging. Hahahahaha. I like that! On a more personal note for your fans out there *winks*, what songs are most played on your IPod? Ohhh. Great question Scarlet. I usually just hit 'shuffle' and see what plays. My tastes are very eclectic. You'll find old Delta Blues, Classic Rock, Indie Alternative Rock, Roots Rock, Hip Hop. As long as music has a good beat, I am a fan.
Nothing like the Rolling Stones to get you in the writing mood *starts humming 'Start me up'*
Oh sorry...*giggles and tries to compose myself...clears throat* Okay...What advice do you have for struggling writers?
We're all struggling writers, aren't we? All I know is to write from your heart. Feel and listen to your dreams. Writers are the only artistic group that gives our work away for free. I wish we, as a group, would place more value on our art form.
Writers are artists, so many readers are always curious about how an 'artist' spends his/her free time. What are your hobbies?
I'm athletic and competitive, so I believe in working out. I read everything. I love fashion - hair, makeup, clothes. Unlike many writers, I am extremely extroverted. I enjoy going out and meeting new people. I love going to new places and having mindless conversations with people I don't know.
It is probably a good thing we don't live very close. I have a feeling we'd be shopping more than writing. *bursts into laughter* Now here's a question I like to ask fellow authors. What would your perfect writing day look like? Mine involves sitting on my sofa, laptop in lap, with a bottle of red wine.
Your day sounds perfect Scarlet. I guess the perfect writing day for me, in a dream world, would involve making love to the man of my dreams and when he falls asleep from exhaustion, I am so inspired that I get the laptop from under the bed and write a short story before he wakes up. Red wine is involved in my perfect day too.
LOL. That sounds pretty darn good to me too, Hunter. When did you put your first words to paper?
At 8 months of age I wrote MAMA on a piece of paper. My mother still has it stored away with the date and my age written on it.
Awww...how adorable. I bet your mother is very proud. What drew you to write erotic fiction?
Erotic fiction is all fiction. Unless you have a passion for a subject you will not write about it. Previously, any written erotic expression has been disguised or suppressed - except for a few brave and brilliant souls such as Henry Miller, Anne Rice and Erica Jong. Now the taboos have been lifted and we are free to express our dreams and imagination and artistry.
*Leans in and whispers* I heard you have a crush on one of your Facebook friends...would you like to elaborate on this? *snickers* It's true Scarlet, I do have a major crush on one of my Facebook friends. At this time, I can't say any more than that except I can tell you they have a very creative spirit, too.
Well, your secret is safe with me *winks*
Are you currently working on any future projects?
Thank you for asking Scarlet. I am working on Book 2 of Fables. It is called Reconstruction of the Fables. There are some other projects in the works; however I can't let you in on them yet. We will be in touch and I will let you know about them in the next month or so.
That all sounds great and you will have to keep us updated. Thank you so much for stopping by and talking with me today. I have enjoyed your visit and before you go, I want to wish you all the best with your book and all future releases down the road.
A Special Christmas Anthologyis coming out in PRINT.
Available the week of Thanksgiving.
When I have the official release date, I will post here and on my Facebook page. This is great news for not only me, but my other friends who are a part of this anthology!
OMG!!!! Well if this day could not get ANY BETTER...I have just been notified my website www.scarlethunter.com has been awarded to be among the Elite 12 Websites of 2012 at Coffee Time Romance and More...
Come to find out, my MOTHER recommended me for this and I WON!!!! Below is the official link with all the details and you can actually read the letter my mother sent in for the contest. I can certainly say I was not without tears toward the end. When you click on the link, scroll down and on the right hand side, find the section called "Caramel Corner"
Mom...I love you with all my heart. Thank you for supporting me and being my biggest fan and pushing me to ALWAYS follow my dreams!!! I am here because of YOU! XXXXXXXX OOOOOOO
