“Moon Kissed”
When Kassia Lambert wakes in a nice warm bed, alive and intact, she can’t believe her good fortune. She should be dead, considering she was sent head first into brick and mortar. So why isn’t she?
Lycae Adam Trevlian has waited three long years to claim his mate, a human that battles for the Thymeria vampires. After he saves her life, he brings her with him, intent on doing just that. But betrayal and heartbreak is hard to overcome, and even with the kiss of the moon on his side, Adam knows Kassia may or may not forgive his past actions.
Blurb Excerpt from Moon Kissed:
When Kassia Lambert wakes in a nice warm bed, alive and intact, she can’t believe her good fortune. She should be dead, considering she was sent head first into brick and mortar. So why isn’t she?
Lycae Adam Trevlian has waited three long years to claim his mate, a human that battles for the Thymeria vampires. After he saves her life, he brings her with him, intent on doing just that. But betrayal and heartbreak is hard to overcome, and even with the kiss of the moon on his side, Adam knows Kassia may or may not forgive his past mistakes.
Moon Kissed Excerpt:
“Back off,” I snarled and started to leap onto the bed, mortified by the memory and my response to him.
His hand shot out, negating my progress. He guided me back against the wall and stood in front of me, his massive body blocking out the room behind him. The scent was stronger with the source so near, swamping me, encasing me, and I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to silence the moan that threatened to slip past. I slammed my eyes shut to block him out in the only way I could.
“Do you want to know who killed Demetrius?” His words, spoken in a husky timbre, were accompanied by his warm breath against my face. “Aren’t you curious?”
My entire body melted at the verbal caress, and a dumb nod was all I was capable of.
“I did,” he whispered thickly, violently. “I ripped out his goddamned throat before I severed his fucking spine.”
My eyes flew open, and I stammered, “W-what?”
Lycae did not get involved with the Thymeria without the promise of compensation. They detested the blood drinkers, thinking them little more than cold-blooded parasites. If Adam killed Demetrius, he would be owed a heavy boon.
“That’s right,” Adam murmured as I caught on, and he brushed his nose lightly against mine. “Since I relieved the Thymeria of their burden, they relinquished what I desired most.”
He pulled away to look me in the eye, and I blurted, “I don’t understand.”
His warm fingers wound into the hair at my nape, twining gently into the thick blonde strands. “The Thymeria knew of my intentions. That’s why they waited until you were twenty-one to send you after their most sought after Fallen. They banked on the fact I would be there, and that I’d kill the fucking bastard if he so much as touched you.” My hitched gasp of surprise amused him. “You shouldn’t be surprised, love. Vampires are shrewd creatures, if anything.”
As he spoke, I found myself moving closer to his enticing warmth, drawn to the cadence of his speech. His lips appeared so full and soft, so tempting . . .
Damn it! I cursed myself, shaking my head to clear my mind and ripping my eyes away from his sublime face to stare blankly at the wooden floor. My body refused to settle despite my best effort. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples going hard as the soft cotton shirt brushed painfully against the agonized flesh.
“Why would you follow me?” I choked out the question in the same instant I thought it. Distraught by the reaction he produced in me. “You made your feelings clear in New Orleans. Nothing’s changed.”
I tried to move to freedom and was rewarded with Adam’s impressive body pressing flush against me. My knees gave out with the contact of his heated skin, and he wrapped a strong arm around my waist to keep me upright.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Kass,” he rasped and nuzzled my neck, sending vibrations along the nerve endings and creating a scattering of goose bumps along the surface. He brushed his mouth against my ear and whispered, “Everything’s changed.”
Our eyes met, hunter green clashing with mushroom blue, and I froze, unable to move as his face descended, coming closer, then closer . . .
His lips were softer than I’d believed them, and far more gentle than I’d imagined. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned when his tongue slid past and caressed mine, darting in tenderly before retreating and coming back once more. Already frazzled senses heightened, allowing me to revel in the smell, taste, and feel of him. Eager and wanton hands caressed the hot smooth skin along his back without shame, fingers delving into solid and unyielding muscle.
He pulled away, breathing heavy, and whispered possessively, “You are mine now. The Thymeria have severed the tie and have placed you into my keeping. You’re of proper age to claim and take as a mate, and that is exactly what I intend to do. I’ve waited far too long for you.”
The words had meaning, but they didn’t compute, buzzing through one ear and out of the other. My mind couldn’t fathom anything but the man directly in front of me. I’d fantasized about Adam for so long I wondered if I had died and went to some eroticized version of heaven.
His laugh was rich, throaty, and deep. “You’re not in heaven, love. Not yet.”
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One searing touch informs Lycae Luke Trevlian he has found his mate, a breathtaking creature that can only be adored from afar. For to touch Onyx’s skin is to touch the ice trapped within, ensuring she remains pure for the one that hexed her.
Halloween is a time of magic, and with the new moon, a time of new beginnings. When the wizard that cursed Onyx returns to flesh and blood, eager to claim her for his own, Luke will challenge him for the one woman he cannot live without.
“Soft as Moonlight”
Lycae Wolfe Trevlian returns to New Orleans after a lengthy self imposed absence with one goal – to appease the vampyren harboring a grudge against his kin so he can leave as soon as possible. Bitter memories linger in the Big Easy, memories best left in the past. Fortunately, the agreement with the vampyren is simple – destroy the creature killing off their brethren, and the death of their Master is forgiven.
Dhampir Arden Moran has waited two decades to avenge the murder of her friend by destroying the vampyren King Lucius Mercoix, and years of dedication and patience are about to pay off. She tracks down the human slave to the King, intending to uncover where Lucius rests. There is just one enormous problem she wasn't prepared for – the breathtakingly gorgeous Lycae sent to intercept her.
One touch is all it takes for Wolfe to ascertain that Arden is his mate, and he vows to kill anyone or anything that attempts to harm the beautiful half-human, half-vampire female. When the vampyren hire assassins to finish the job he didn't complete, he is forced to face and overcome the devastating scars of a past betrayal in order to become an Alpha Lycae strong enough to protect his mate - as well as the pack that needs him.
“A Kiss Before Dying”
Katja Morgan has committed the ultimate taboo in the life of a blood slave; she has fallen in love with her master. Vampire Lord Sebastian Arsov is everything she has ever wanted - gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, kind. As their time together nears an end, she carefully constructs the ruse that will allow her to belong to her shellar in both body and soul.
But sharing an evening with her beloved comes at a high price - the cost of her life.
Disguised as a bed slave, Katja enters Sebastian's chambers to experience the pleasures she's been long denied. Including the bite that will ultimately kill her - what slaves refer to as a kiss before dying. As the night fades into the day, will Sebastian discover Katja's true identity before it's too late? Or will he lose the slave he's come to love above all others?
Q & A with the Author:
When did you know that you wanted to be a writer?
I wish I could say that I always knew I wanted to write, but that wouldn’t be true. I discovered a love of reading first. I remember my mother taking me to the public library when I was six-years old. I checked out a large book about horses, brought it home, and remained glued to those pages until I finished. This led to the classics: The Black Stallion, King of the Wind, Black Beauty…I remember thinking it would amazing to write stories, and began creating scenes in my mind. It wasn’t until I was in college that I wrote my first short story. I never finished it, but the itch definitely started then.
Who has been your biggest inspiration?
My family. I know that’s a common response, but it’s a very honest one. My husband and children inspire me each day, in their own individual way. I didn’t really know who I was until I married, settled down, and started a family. You view the world differently when it’s not just about ‘you’ anymore.
How do you create the characters in your books? Are they based on people you know?
All of my characters are their very own people, and always start out the same–as a “flash”. The flash can be a voice, a face, an emotion, or a scene (like a mini-movie). When I hear or see them, I’ll usually write down a quick little paragraph and store it away until later. Sometimes, the characters will intertwine or mean something to one another. I just wait and see where the story takes me. Unfortunately, new characters pop into my head all the time, and I’m constantly trying to ignore them. Ideas are great, but they can distract from the work at hand. When I’m forced to lock myself away and clear my head, I’ve begun telling my family that I’m not crazy, I just hear voices sometimes.
What is the one book you think everyone should read?
That’s a really, really, tough question. I read all kinds of things, from various genres. But if I had to pick one story, it would East of Eden by John Steinbeck. Something about the story, the writing, the style…just moves me. Take my favorite quote from the story:”When a child first catches adults out—when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just—his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone….And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.”There is something so profound in those words. I can’t explain it. And after all these years, I still get a shiver down my spine when I read it.
If you weren’t a writer, what be your profession?
I went to college to be an elementary school teacher. Of course, after having four children, I’m not sure if I’d like to continue on that career path. *smile* If you want to know the truth, I worked at a small video store during college, and loved it. I can talk to people about movies all day long. Maybe I would do something like that.
If you could trade places with anyone in the world, past or present, real or fiction, who would it be and why?
This is so naughty of me, but I’d totally trade places with Jessica from Joey W. Hill’s Beloved Vampire for a night. Lord Mason totally rocks my socks. He’s my favorite hero, ever.
If you were stranded on a desert island and could only have 3 things, what would they be?My husband, my ipod, and my laptop. What more could a gal really need? Aside from a never-ending power supply. Hmm…
What is your favorite movie of all time?
Now this one is an impossible question to answer! There are so many. I’m an 80’s movie fanatic (adore horror especially). I love them! There is absolutely nothing better in my opinion. With that in mind, I will say an 80’s classic more people should see is The Company of Wolves. It’s beautifully filmed, full of symbolism and folklore, and to this day I’ve never seen it’s equal.
What is the one thing that you want all your fans to know?
Err…I have fans? *panics* I suppose I would want them to know that I’m just a normal person that wakes up on the left side of the bed each morning, packs her kiddos lunches for school, and has a cup of coffee instead of breakfast.
If you could invite 5 people to dinner, who would they be and why?
This one was tough, too! But I’ve narrowed it down. My husband, Bruce Campbell, Dolly Parton, Quentin Tarantino, and Dave Chappelle. Could you imagine the conversation that would take place around that table? If anything, it would be hella fun! *grins*
Thanks for having me on your blog today! I really appreciate it. - Jaime
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