Friday, September 28, 2012

What is it with Regency? by Raven McAllan

I often wonder just what interests us about the Regency period in Great Britain. (Well, mainly England, I guess.)  I'm sure the clothes played a part. Dampened muslins, elaborate hair-styles, pretty reticules. Elegant Gentleman in coats so tight, that three valet's had to help him dress. Perfectly tied cravats. So different from all the phases today's fashion goes through. All these things happened, and make a great picture in my mind.
However, over and above all this though, for me, is the intrigue. The messages of the fan, so clever and so romantic. Added to the whispered about, but never spoken out loud, assignations and dalliances, flirtations and scandals, and it's almost like they all happened, soley to entertain us today.
When I decided to write my first Regency Novella, I wondered whether I could do the era justice. Who knows if I have? Some people will hopefully say yes, others no. It's all subjective. But oh, I had so much fun researching for it. the more I read, the more I realized just how inventive our ancestors were. From birth control (abstinence, coitus interruptus, lemon juice, sponges,) to dildo's (carved jade) and how to evade a chaperone (so many methods including adding a soporific to a drink), I giggled and groaned as I read. Even at a ball, there would be dancing the waltz, (as close as many woman got to a man) considered 'fast', and lots of nooks and crannies for a light (and not so light) flirtation.
It didn't take me long to realize I was hooked; I had to incorporate some of these ideas into a romance. I knew I wouldn't, couldn't write a conventional love story. True enough I didn't. Wallflowers Don't Wilt was about a F/F/M ménage.
Several books later, my next Regency, La Bella Isabella, released Friday 28th November by Breathless Press is I hope still that little bit different. This is the first book in my Ladies Of London series, and again it's not about a conventional young lady. None of them are. (Book 2 —The Best man's Bridesmaid, and 3—The Perfect Gift, are released in November and December respectively).
They follow Amanda, Caroline, and Judith as they are determined they will settle for nothing less than what they want.
Here's the blurb for Amanda's story, La Bella Isabella…

When your life is all arranged for you, there's only one thing to do—enjoy yourself while you can.
When Amanda finds out whom her parents have chosen for her to marry, it puts her into despair. The one man occupying her dreams is to be hers in name only. Determined to enjoy life before it's all too late, La Bella Isabella and Her Dancing Girls is formed.
The beautiful girl he keeps meeting by accident intrigues Harry. There is something familiar about her...he just cannot place.
A private performance by La Bella Isabella provides a little knowledge, but is a little knowledge a dangerous thing?

You'll need to read the book to find out.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Do You Like Halloween? by Angelina Rain

Every year, when I was a kid, I went as an angel or a witch on Halloween. I've always had a soft spot for witches. Love their pointy hats, black dresses, and those cauldrons that cooked up spells and trouble. So, when a group of author friends decided to write a witchy Halloween anthology, I couldn't walk away.

We call ourselves the Five Witches; Sonia Hightower, Lorraine Nelson, Angelina Rain, Nikki Prince, and Chacelyn Pierce. And this is our story.

Cauldron of Tales Anthology

When five witches with wild imaginations get together, the pot boils over with trouble, romance, and sensuality.

In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?

Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?

Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?

Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for matter how naughty.

A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?

Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?

It will also be available on Amazon on October 1.

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Authors Who Fuel My Writing by Ivy Bateman

Hello Everyone

I'm here today at "Come Hither Pumps", guest blogging with Honoria, to promote my latest Breathless Press release "The Fifth Story". It's a paranormal erotic adventure that takes readers all over the place: a cabin, a castle...actually two castles and finally a space ship. It really does make sense, trust me.

I enjoy writing in many different styles just as I enjoy reading many different genres of books. However, my two favorite authors and authors that I find have a profound influence on my writing are Neil Gaiman and Sharon Shinn.

I love Neil Gaiman because Neil is just...well he's incredible. He can write in any genre and his stories always paint the most glorious and yet sometimes horrifying pictures.  My favorite of his stories are when the extraordinary comes out of the ordinary. A normal chap could be busy doing his thing, minding his own business and then BOOM, he's attacked by a demon over the phone line.

Sharon Shinn is more of a science fiction writer. She sets her stories on different, but completely believable worlds with beautifully complex characters, carrying out heart breaking story lines. My favorite of her books is on called Archangel. In this book, two strangers meet, have to marry, and although they do not like each other at first, their passion for each other is ignited through music. The sound of each other's voices sparks their inevitable love for each other. It wasn't until I considered reading a passage at a writing group that I realized how sensual the book was. I was always moved and loved the scenes when she was describing music because the passion was so real, but when I read one scene I really loved out loud to my couch, I discovered how sexual it was. "I can't read this out loud!" I said to my cushions with the smiley faces. "I'd be too embarrassed!" There isn't a lot of actual sex in the book and now it's obvious why; the music is the sex. It's really wonderful.

If you haven't discovered these two authors, I highly recommend both of them—after, of course, you pick up The Fifth Story! :)

Thanks very much to Honoria for having me on today! Now I'll pass this over to my blurb and my excerpt!
Have a lovely Friday.

Ivy Bateman

Blurb for The Fifth Story By Ivy Bateman
Every day we encounter doors. Some of these doors are open to us and some of them are closed, but when we pass through any door, a different truth or mystery lies beyond the threshold.
The night Bryn is pulled into a world of her own stories by a shadowy being, her reality is changed forever. Souls and danger, hauntingly beautiful witches, sexy and dangerous vampires, a soldier with a dying wish; she knows that each door leads to a story and to outcomes she can't control, but in order to return home, Bryn must complete a set of tasks for the enigmatic and strangely sensual Darkness.
With four stories to enter, four items to retrieve, Bryn takes part in plot points so out of character that she almost loses herself in the tales she's written. More than once she questions her sanity and curses herself for creating such perilous realities, but she always remains focused on her goal; the creation of the fifth story.
The Fifth Story, Excerpt

She walked quickly around the counter and headed to where the sign indicated where the washrooms were, but she couldn't find the women's room. Then she almost slapped herself with ridiculousness. Who cared if she went into the men's room? She marched over the door and pushed on it. Immediately she fell back. The door was stuck. She pushed on it harder, but could only open it about a foot. Something, or someone, was lying in front of the door. Bryn squeezed her head through the narrow space and looked down at the floor. Coran was lying passed out on the cold tile.

Bryn thought maybe something strange had happened in her story, and Coran was already dead. How lucky would that be? However, she realized that the story hadn't changed that drastically when Coran groaned, revealing that he was very much alive. He rolled over, away from the door.

With his weight suddenly off the door, and Bryn's weight still being pushed against it, the door went flying open. Bryn stumbled and fell into the washroom. None too gracefully, she hit the floor with a satisfying smack, and knocked her head against the tile floor with a hard clunk.

"Ow," she said, as she rolled on her back and pressed her hands against a rapidly rising goose egg on the right side of her head. "Ah" she yelped as the door closed on her foot.

"Are you okay?" asked a voice with a gentle Scottish brogue.

Bryn turned her head and opened her eyes. Coran, who looked like he'd been through a rough time, was leaning over her. His blond hair was a mess and it fell into his gray eyes. He had soot on his face and he smelled, not unpleasantly, of smoke. He gave her a little smile. "My dear, are you all right?" he asked her again.

She smiled in return. She was touched by his concern. The ash on his face and the apparent absence of anyone else in the castle told her she had come into the story not long after the first time she'd entered with Darkness. Coran had every right to ignore her and he really had no time to get involved with a stranger and yet, he didn't seem to be in any rush at all. Instead, he helped Bryn sit up.

As soon as his hands touched her skin, Bryn gasped and felt her heart beat quicken. Coran looked embarrassed and quickly, on unsteady legs, he stood up and got a paper towel. He wet it with warm water and kneeled down a couple feet away from Bryn. He handed her the paper towel. "Your face, it's quite dirty." 

"Oh, thanks." Bryn said, trying to avoid looking at him too much. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Why had she written Coran to have this effect on women? "It looks like I'm not the only one that's recently been in a bit of a scrap," he said with a chuckle. Bryn couldn't help beaming at him with amazement. He was just as kind as she'd written him to be. However, if she was correct, this man should be putting all chivalry aside and be searching the castle for Melusine. He should be calling upon the ancient gods to help him in battle with the sea witch, but instead, here he was, watching Bryn wash her face and being concerned about her well-being.

"Is your head very sore? Can you stand?" he asked as he gently touched the bump on her head, but quickly pulled hand back when Bryn sucked in her breath at the feel of his hand on her hair.

"Yes, I mean—no, it's fine, and yes, I can stand," she stammered as she pushed herself off the floor. She again tried to avoid eye contact with him, but it wasn't helping. Coran was having a profound effect on her senses—something which she should have remembered could happen, but had completely forgotten about. In her story, Coran had a powerful effect on women and it was something he could do nothing about. Whether it was his aura or his pheromones, no one could tell, but women, upon meeting Coran, not only couldn't control themselves around him but didn't want to. Their thoughts would travel immediately down a sexual path as soon as they stood close to him and they would offer themselves to his every whim. Even the most reserved women would find their bodies pulsing immediately with desire for the tall blond stranger. Only those who knew how to, could control their passions for Coran. Katie, his assistant, was usually one of them, but sometimes, her guard would slip and she would be overcome with sexual longing for her handsome boss.

Bryn was finding her own guard was slipping rapidly and started thinking about very naughty things and wishing that she had time to explore her hidden bad girl side. Was this happening because she'd written him this way or was it because he looked so much like Tyler?

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Guest Author Yazmin Subha

Hi Honoria.

Thank you for having me over to visit. As you know, I am really excited at the moment because I have had my first ever release, Wildfire came out on 24th August with Breathless Press.

Here's the blurb and an excerpt.


Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he?  But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?


Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a man one could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She prayed no one would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between the rollers. Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out to try to calm herself.

No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle of the trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde with the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with her to a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.

Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.

After a few minutes she pried herself out and took a step over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the rollers began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her. The soap was dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention. The darkness did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of her whipped against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk dress so that it clung to her.

She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something to anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was something strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even when he was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to her—in her space.

The warm water, combined with the sensation of the soft, soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and sent electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on by this?

Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.

Got you! The voice was in her head.

How can that be? she thought. She shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness caused by the water as it cascaded over her body. Warm hands caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened as one unknown hand stroked down to the juncture between her legs. The fingers flicked and pressed her sensitive clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She was lost to the sensations all round her. How could he do this? She felt him near, but he wasn’t there. How? The fingers stroked harder and she could not help but arch into the hand.

Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you. His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At last he emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers and their wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to his chest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.

Well I hope your readers like the sound of that.

You can find the Wildfire here:

Breathless Press


Up and Coming Works.
I am waiting for edits for book 3 of the Blood Bar Chronicles anthology due out later this year with Breathless Press. My story is called 'Logan's Captive.' Also in the edits queue is 'Gypsy Butterfly' which is part of Eclipse of the Blood Moon anthology with Evernight Publishing and Breathless Press have also said yes to another book called 'Guardian Awakening' so I am waiting for all that to come through. This book is intended to be first in a series of three, so I need to rework the second book and start thinking about the third.

Here's a little bit about me:

Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits at her job, all respectable and prim but by night she is imagining feisty heroines and sexy alpha males.

She is a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her critique group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.

You can find me on:

Well Honoria, thank you for letting me visit! I hope to come again.


Yazmin x

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Birthday Post

*Note: If you're not a make up junkie, you won't give a shit about this post.*

Yesterday was my birthday. It was pretty nice. I spent the day at school (which, blek, who wants to do that) but I did get a manicure and a pedicure so that was fun.

Megan canceled on me for shopping and mom had work (oh, how I miss my buddy Lindsey. I could have packed her ass out to Frisco even if I just gave her 20 minutes to get dressed. Nope, now my friends have lives.) Also, I needed gas so I just decided to order make up online. I ordered from Sephora and MAC. I've been building a list of the items I wanted for a while, because I'd rather make a run out to Frisco and look at them instead of order online, but when laziness takes over, free second day shipping is your friend.

So, in true birthday fashion, here is the brag of shit I got (*cough* blew my own money on):

Viva Glam Nicki Lipstick (this is one of those products I really should have seen in person before purchasing)

Eye shadows:
Satin Taupe (a classic, so I'm not worried)
Contrast (hopefully the deep navy blue I wanted)
and Steamy (which is like a deep sea blue green. Hopefully)

I only bought one thing at Sephora, but I made out like a freaking bandit, because first off, you get three free samples anyway, and then I used 100 of my points on a lip gloss and you get a birthday gift. So I got:

Yves Saint Laurent/ ROUGE VOLUPTÉ in #30 Faubourg Peach (The only item I actually purchased)


Korres Quercetin & Oak Age-reversing Primer
Boyfriend Billionaire Boyfriend
DKNY Be Delicious (And this is supposed to be four samples of different fragrances) 
Bite Beauty Lip Shine (my points)
Benefit Cosmetics/ Hello Flawless! Oxygen Wow Liquid Foundation deluxe sample in 'I'm Pure 4 Sure' Ivory (I had a coupon for this sample)    
Happy Birthday Beautiful U.S. Only Fresh Sugar Kisses Mini Lip Duo

Then I went to my local mall. I got six mini Bath and Body Works candles and coffee. Then I went to the Lancome counter and got a foundation and bronzy colored lipstick (it's called Mars). The woman also did all my make up for me, except the eyes. I had to take it off though, because Lancome's make up remover is like dipping your face in perfume. I shit you not. In fact I was worried for a minute that she'd used perfume, but it says make up remover on the bottle so...No, that's just how that stuff smells. Fragrance isn't good for your skin, and the smell was giving me a headache, so it had to go.

Sooo, I spoiled myself big time, and now MUST finish my book, because I wasn't supposed to do any make up buying until I had. Whoops. Birthday go here before I finished. Don't look at me like that. I know it's wrong.

And for birthday dinner we had baked ziti and cheesecake pie. Tonight we're having pizza with Italia sausage (one left over from the baked ziti). 

Thus concludes my boring birthday post. Now I'm going back to laundry. I'm washing the bedding, and right now I'm on the bedspread, so kitty has the run of the bed and its nice cool sheets. But that's all about to change *evil laugh*.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Bringing A Gargoyle to Life - Dianne Hartsock

Bringing a Gargoyle to Life

We all seem to love the magical, fantastical creatures of fantasy. But how does one breathe life into such a being, have him step from our imagination into reality and be accepted by a reader?

In my m/m erotic fantasy ‘Philip’s Watcher’, my hero Adrian is a stone gargoyle on the walls of the castle, guardian to the young heir Philip. To involve the reader and make Adrian’s part more believable, I began with Philip. I wanted to gain sympathy for the young heir right from the start, so when he accepts Adrian the reader would also.

Philip turned his head, hoping to catch a response to his outrageous statement. The stone remained cold, and a fey mood came over him, desperate.

“You remain silent?” His gaze swept the heights of the castle. Dozens of statues stared down at him or looked out over the land his family protected. He laughed, and it sounded bitter to his ears. Rain pelted the castle and struck his face, and Philip railed against a fate he had no control over. Was he a mere puppet in this war for power? He had seen his family killed one by one. Would he be next?
In defiance, he climbed up on the balustrade and opened his arms. The storm seemed to increase in fury. Rain pounded against him, the wind seemed bent on pulling him from the wall. He shouted and shook his fist at the sky.

“If I fell, Gargoyle, would my Watcher catch me?” Rainwater poured from the spouted demons on the towers down to the valley far below. Mother had said he had a Watcher, a protector given to him at birth, but he’d never seen him. Never felt his presence. Alone, bereft, Philip wondered if he shouldn’t step off the edge…

At once a blanket of warmth engulfed him. He was cherished, guarded, needed. And beneath that he sensed love, deep and pure.

“Come down.” A voiced thrummed inside him, full of fear. Philip climbed onto the balcony and stood with his back to the storm. He hung his head, ashamed of the childish, dangerous act.

After this, I wanted to bring Adrian from stone into living flesh. I really wanted to keep away from the flash and glitter of movies. So I had it happen without magic at all, but by a ‘gift’ all watchers possess, part of their nature.

Adrian waited, his stomach churning with worry while the storm passed overhead and dwindled into the south. When he was certain Philip wouldn’t return, he rose from his crouch and stretched his arms to the sky. His black wings spread out behind him with a soft rustle.

He ran a hand through his thick hair and drew a breath, weary to his bones. Nothing had gone right. Jonathon shouldn’t have died. The fact that Philip and he had warned him of the danger in leaving the stronghold didn’t make the man’s loss any less tragic. True, those who would spread darkness in the world had brought the war to their doorstep by threatening Philip’s life. But Jonathon should have seen through the ruse and remained in the castle where his power was the strongest.

Adrian’s brow furrowed. Should he have gone with Jonathon, spoken with the wise woman? Silva had strengths of her own. As a child, Adrian had been cautioned against her magic, but he had come to respect her abilities. And she had always been kind to him, an orphaned, lonely boy. Would she be able to help him protect his darling Philip from this dangerous, unknown enemy?

Adrian touched the deep scar on his face and remembered the warmth of Philip’s fingertips. He followed the scar down his neck and left pectoral and trembled as he imagined Philip’s hands on him, their bodies entwined, urgent. He smiled sadly. “Fool, such happiness isn’t meant for you.”

So now we’ve seen Adrian become a living, breathing male. But have we engaged the reader, brought this gargoyle to life for them? I decided to make him as flawed as the rest of us, insecurities and strengths, joys and heartbreaks. A person we can relate to.

He caught his breath as wind rustled through the treetops, reminded of the day he’d sworn his life to Jonathon. They’d stood on the castle’s high walls in the sunlight while the breeze lifted his dark hair, cooled his hot skin.

“These are perilous times, Adrian. We need your strength,” Jonathon urged.

Adrian stared into the distance, his heart in agony. He was only seventeen! Young and fit, with the first taste of love lingering on his lips from his night with Jaimin. “You ask too much—”

He stopped speaking at the cold light in Jonathon’s eyes. The frosty tone of his voice sent a shiver through Adrian. “There’s light and dark in the world, my son. My clan has chosen to stand against the darkness, but we need Watchers to ferret the vile ones from the shadows and to keep our young ones safe. Do you count your life above the needs of the world?”

Ice dripped into Adrian’s heart. Jonathon had taken him in as a child when his parents died of the fever that had taken half the village. A black year. Adrian owed his life to the man. He bowed low, his dark hair sweeping the stones at his feet. “As you wish, lord,” he murmured while his heart broke for the life he would never have.

My story, Philip’s Watcher’ is about two young men caught up in a war neither is prepared for but find the strength to succeed in each other.

Philip’s Watcher


Darkness is spreading in the world with only the powerful Agenor family to oppose it. In the guise of a stone gargoyle atop the castle walls, Adrian has protected Philip, the young heir, sine birth, watching him grow from childhood into lonely adult hood.

When the clan chief, Philip’s father, is betrayed and murdered by those he trusted, Adrian resumes his human form to better safeguard Philip. As lovers, they fight against the darkness, but will their strength be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land?

In this battle for power, there can be only one victor.

Dianne Hartsock

Thursday, September 6, 2012

There's really nothing to tell you...

A writing update. Except I haven't gotten a ton done. I've been working on my synopsis, which I'm actually pretty proud of that, because I avoid those like the plague (as many, MANY (if not all) writers do). I need to finish it today so I can have some writer buddies take a look at it and mock. Have I mentioned this will only be the second one I've ever written? I don't expect to have hella awesome skills.

After I finish that, I have a sex scene to write, which I seem to be taking all the steam out of. <Rolls eyes> I hate it when I do that, but it happens every once in a while. Don't ask me why. I'll fix it! Then I have the large plot point I skipped that must be finished. And then on to finishing the edits and changing things on the computer. I edited things as a hard copy because it's just easier to spot things, and more portable than my big honkin laptop. Also, there's just nothing like marking up your manuscript with a red pen. Track changes doesn't compare.

Anyway, I'm going to get some writing done now. Or napping. Or reading.

Saturday, September 1, 2012


Figured I'd give everyone a quick update, since this blog needs an update. I think I'll be doing more with it again. For a while anyway, because if anyone has actually followed this blog from its beginning you know that I'll blog for a while, and then I'll fall of the wagon. But I've been doing these Facebook and Blog exchanges on FB and some I'm all inspired. We'll have to see if it lasts.

I'll be taking on guest bloggers Thursdays and Fridays, so hopefully they'll keep me on track and fill the void on the days when I just don't have jack shit to tell the world. I have one already. If you'd like to have a guest post on this site then email me at with the words Guest Post in the subject along with the date you want.

I'm also bringing back Man Candy Monday because who doesn't want that? And maybe a Six Sentence Sunday so you know what the heck I'm working on.

I'm trying not to get too crazy ambitious with it, because I'm in school and that makes it really hard for me to keep up with things, which I figured out last semester when I had a relatively small number of guest blogs and interviews to do myself and I could NOT keep up with them.

Since I'm in school writing has been interesting too. I'm trying to get up early and write and haven't quite made it. I'm on page 82 of 151 of my edits and as soon as I'm done with this post I'm going to make some tea and go do some rewriting. Oh, and I need to set up a Man Candy Monday.

Latest Release:

Regan is the best vampire hunter money can buy. But, when she’s paid to kill one of the most powerful vampires in existence, she doesn’t realize she’s in way over her head. Things go terribly wrong and there is no escape…  

Zarek is so powerful he scares other vampires. One little hunter should be no challenge. However, Regan is different, and as soon as he sees her, he will do anything to keep her. But she’s a stubborn woman, who refuses to let someone else control her.

When a powerful enemy comes to town, she’s forced to trust Zarek with her life. Who is the larger threat? The man out to destroy humankind? Or the vampire determined to own her heart?

Chapter One and Two