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Snow in England – A Funny Tale


 

So today is the 17th December which means Christmas is a little over a week away! Now I love christmas, it’s one of my favourite times of year but what I no longer like is…snow! This may seem a little strange to some of you but really snow in England is not a good thing, we just can’t cope with it. Everything just seems to grind to a halt. Still, I’m sort of hoping for a white christmas (I’ll be inside all warm and cozy). I guess it’s my inner child trying to get out. But a friend of mine send me an email a while ago which made me laugh because of how true it is and I thought I’d share it with all of you!

‘Our First Winter in Scotland’

DEC 20th

It’s starting to snow. The first of the season and the first we’ve seen for years. The wife and I took out our hot toddies and sat on the porch watching the fluffy soft flakes drift gently down clinging to the trees and covering the ground. It’s so beautiful and peaceful.

DEC 24th

We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal white glistening snow covering as far as the eye could see. What a fantastic sight, every tree and bush covered with a beautiful white mantle. I shovelled snow for the first time ever and loved it. I did both our driveway and the pavement. Later that day a snowplough came along and accidentally covered up our driveway with compacted snow from the street. The driver smiled and waved. I waved back and shovelled it away again. The children next door built a snowman with coal for eyes and a carrot for a nose, and had a snowball fight, a couple just missed me and hit the car so I threw a couple back and joined in their fun.

DEC 26th

It snowed an additional 5 inches last night and the temperature dropped to around minus 8 degrees. Several branches on our trees and bushes snapped due to the weight of the snow. I shovelled our driveway again. Shortly afterwards the snowplough came by and did his trick again. Much of the snow is now a brownish – grey.

JAN 1st

Warmed up enough during the day to create some slush which soon became ice when the temperature dropped again. Bought snow tyres for both our cars £500. Fell on my arse in the driveway. £100 to a physio but nothing was broken.

JAN 5th

Still cold. Sold the wife’s car and bought her a 4×4 to get her to work. She slid into a wall and did considerable damage to the right wing – £200. Had another 8 inches of white shite last night. Both vehicles are covered in salt and iced up slush – that bastard snowplough came by twice today. Where’s that bloody shovel.

JAN 9th

More f*****g snow. Not a tree or bush on our property that hasn’t been damaged. Power was off most of the night. Tried to keep from freezing to death with candles and a paraffin heater which tipped over and nearly torched the house. I managed to put the flames out but suffered 2nd Degree burns on my hands. Lost all my eye brows and eyelashes. Car hit a f*****g deer on the way to casualty and was written off.

JAN 13th

F*****g b*****d white shite just keeps on coming down. Have to put on every article of clothing just to go to the post box. The little c***s next door ambushed me with snowballs on the way back – I’ll shove that carrot so far up the little pricks arse it’ll take good surgeon 6 hours to find it. If I ever catch the arsehole that drives the snowplough I’ll chew open his chest and rip out his heart with my teeth. I think the b*****d hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shovelling and then he accelerates down the street like Michael ‘f*****g’ Schumacher and buries the f*****g driveway again.

JAN 17th

16 more sodding inches of f*****g snow and f*****g ice and f*****g sleet and god knows what other white shite fell last night. I am in court in 3 months time for assaulting the snowplough driver with an ice – pick. Can’t move my f*****g toes. Haven’t seen the sun for 5 weeks. Minus 20 and more f*****g snow forecast

JAN 18th

FUCK THIS – I’M MOVING BACK TO LONDON

 

I hope you all have a great weekend and a merry christmas if I don’t speak to you before then!!

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Guest Interview: Interview with a Witch and a Werewolf


My name is Tricia Schneider and I’m a paranormal romance author. I have two short stories currently available in The Merriweather Witches series. Since this is my very first official character interview, I decided to travel to the home of Lord Jeremy North in England and talk with the characters from my first short story, The Witch and the Wolf.

After knocking on the door for what seemed like several long, long minutes, I wondered if Lord Jeremy North had decided to ignore my request for an interview. He was temperamental at times. I shivered as the snow continued to fall and promised myself that if he or his man, Amery, didn’t answer this door in another twenty seconds, I was driving to Caldwell House to interview Sebastian Collins from The Witch and the Vampire, instead. At least I knew Sebastian’s butler would answer the door! A moment later, the door creaked open and my hero, Lord Jeremy North, stood upon the threshold looking sexy as hell with his dark hair and green eyes.

 

Jeremy: “Again? Why must it always be snowing in your imagination? And where’s your cloak?”

 

Me: “Hello to you, too. I left my jacket in the car. I didn’t think it would take an eternity for you to answer the door.”

 

Jeremy: “What is a car?”

 

Oh, yeah. He’s from the early nineteenth century. He doesn’t know about cars, yet. Hmm…apparently I can travel time and cross oceans within seconds. All without a jacket. Awesome.

 

Me: “I meant carriage. Can I come in?”

 

Jeremy: “Of course.” He moved aside, allowing me some space to enter. “You’re not going to faint, are you?”

 

Me, following him in and shaking the snow from my hair: “No. Unlike Lillian, I have not been trudging through the blizzard for hours. And I can feel all my fingers and toes, so there’s no need for you to help me undress.” I paused, looking at him from top to bottom and reconsidered. “That is unless…”

 

Lillian appeared. She raised a dark eyebrow, catching that last statement from me and I blushed. So, okay, I had a crush on my hero. Who wouldn’t?? But, Jeremy paid me no mind. His eyes and his heart were Lillian Merriweather’s. In fact, he turned to her and his face brightened.

 

Lillian, however, is a forgiving sort, especially regarding her creator…me. She smiled warmly and came forward to take my hands in hers.

 

Lillian: “You’re here. At last! Welcome!”

 

Me: “Yes, er, thank you.”

 

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they led me into the drawing room where I found a nice, comfy seat. Lillian sat beside me and Jeremy sauntered over to the fireplace where a cozy fire warmed the room nicely.

 

Lillian: “Where shall we begin?”

 

Me, taking out my notebook and pen: “Well, my readers would like to know a little about you both. Maybe we can begin with how you met?”

 

Lillian: “Very well. I was running away from my evil Uncle Arden and his intentions to marry me off to one of his old…very old, friends. I found Lord North’s house quite by accident when I became lost in a blizzard. He kindly took me in, even during some unforeseen circumstances.”

 

She looked at Jeremy and smiled.

 

Jeremy: “Yes, once a month, during every full moon I send the servants away from the house. Only my man, Amery, remains with me. It was unfortunate that Lillian happened upon me during that particular moment. You see, I suffer from a curse. I’m a werewolf.”

 

Me: “That must haven been awkward.”

 

Jeremy: “As a matter of fact, yes. Of course, I could not explain to her. No one but Amery knew of my condition. We took great measures to keep people protected from the monster I become. When she arrived, we had great difficulty deciding what must be done.”

 

Lillian: “To add to that dilemma, Lord North had no idea that I was being pursued. I fear, if he knew the truth, he’d have never opened that door, and I would have frozen on the doorstep!”

 

Jeremy, smiling with affection toward Lillian: “Of course, that’s not true.”

 

Lillian: “But, I had other secrets, too, did I not?”

 

Me: “Okay, okay, let’s not give too much away. You know, I still want people to buy my book!”

 

Jeremy: “Well, that seems rather nonsensical. You’ve already given away our secrets from the title. Readers will know I am a werewolf and Lillian is a witch. The very identities we’ve sought to keep hidden, you’ve announced quite plainly for all to see.”

 

Me: “Well, when you put it like that…”

 

Lillian: “Although, I haven’t explained how Lord North handled having a woman in his house during a full moon. Or what happened when my uncle-”

 

Me, raising my hand: “Yes, I think that’s enough. I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I’m sure you want to get back to…whatever you two were doing. I have what I need now. Thank you both.”

 

I stood, my notebook tucked safely under my arm. Lillian stood with me, smiling.

 

Lillian: “Of course, you want to get back to your writing. You have much to do.”

 

Me, lifting my head to look at her: “I do? But, I wrote your story. And your sister’s story. What else do I have to do?”

 

Lillian, smiling: “Melora and I are not the only Merriweather’s in England, you know.”

 

Me, startled: “Oh? And who are they? What’s their story?”

 

Jeremy, sighing with impatience: “Is that not your duty? You are the author here. Go! You have stories to tell!”

 

See, I told you. Temperamental.

 

 

~Tricia

 

To buy The Witch and the Wolf :

The Wild Rose Press: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/the-witch-and-the-wolf-p-4136.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Witch-Wolf-ebook/dp/B003WQBDX2/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2

 

About the Author:

Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance fiction. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked in a bookstore as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Now she writes full-time while raising her 3 children. She lives in the coal country of Pennsylvania with her WWII re-enactor husband.

 

 

For more info about her and her books:

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Guest Interview: Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self


Please pardon the following blog post. I was going to write something completely different, but Agremon busted into my office and snatched my computer! Before I had a chance to get it back, he’d already written this and locked it so I can’t change it. Silly demon… doesn’t he realize I can write him out of a storyline?  ~ Deena Remiel

Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self

By Agremon the Terrible

I’m gonna lay it on the line for all of you right now. If you wanna live, don’t mess with me. They call me Agremon, The Terrible, and I live up to that reputation. Don’t piss me off, don’t look at me funny, and don’t even breathe in my direction. I WILL come to you in your dreams and scare you literally to death. You’ve been warned.

Why am I such a delightful fellow? You try spending eternity being scorned by The Brethren and sucking up to Satan every freakin’ day. He has me running around his cult compound like I’m some grunt or slave. Okay, so I am his henchman, but where are the perks he promised me, I ask you? And now Satan… oh excuse me, he’s calling himself Namirha these days, is on my butt to find  this kid he thinks is the answer to his gaining ultimate power over the world. Yawn.  I’ve got something else in mind for her, but if I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya. Now that doesn’t sound so bad come to think of it.

I guess I’m supposed to be talking about TRINITY, A Brethren Novel, but really, why would I want to acknowledge the Brethrens’ immortal existence when I’m more appealing and immortal, too? All right! So they look prettier than me. And women swoon over them. I used to look like them… once. Before I gained immeasurable power, that is. I’d much rather look like I do now. I scare the crap out of people and that suits me just fine. Not sure if it’s my razor sharp needle-like teeth, or the thorny protrusions all over my body that does it. It could be my charming personality. Whatever kills them, though, it’s all good to me.

Hey, I know you. You like sarcasm, a sharp wit, and bad demons. I come by all that naturally. When others are dying for Michael and Raphael trading cards, you’ll be clamoring for one of ME! Embrace your inner demon… start an Agremon fan club in your neighborhood. I promise to give you anything your measly, human heart desires.  Now, get the hell out of here! You’ve wasted enough my time! Hell, I guess I should tell you to read Trinity, A Brethren Novel. But NOT for the Brethren! Read it because I’M in it!

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Interview with Mercedes Kingsley


My name is Lynda Kaye Frazier and I write Suspense Romances. I’ve finished my first book, Rescued from the Dark, and I’m half way through my second. Yet to be published, but hopeful.

A little background on the story.

 

Rescued from the Dark:

What if you woke up from a nightmare to find you’re trapped in a world of darkness, with no memory of how you got there?  Rescued from the Dark is a passionate, gripping story about an FBI agent, Jason Michaels, who risks everything, even his life, to save Mercedes Kingsley, the FBI intern who stole his heart, then walked away.

Mercedes finds herself caught up in and International nightmare, trying to remember who she can trust and who she can’t. With the kidnappers vowing to get her back, no matter what the cost, for their secrets that are locked in her memory.  In a race against time Jason and Mercy struggle to fight their attraction, and put their differences aside, as they launch a manhunt with the FBI to save their country and each other.

 

I am interviewing Mercedes (Mercy) Kingsley. She is an FBI intern waiting on a response from her application to the Academy. She’s struggling with her need to be part of the FBI and her attraction to a fellow agent, Jason Michaels, while hiding a secret that will destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.

 

 

Lynda:  “Welcome Ms. Kingsley. I’ve asked you here to go over a few items in your application for the Academy.  I’ve reviewed your paperwork and would like you to tell me about the incidents that caused your father’s retirement 10 years ago.”

 

Mercy;   Mercy swallowed hard and rubbed her sweaty palms together. “It was a botched kidnapping that ended my father’s career.”  They just don’t need to know what else ended that night.

 

Lynda; “Could I have details please, I need it for the application. You failed to give information that we will need for the review board.”

 

Mercy:  “My parents are partners in a software firm. There were threats made to the company and I was kidnapped because of them. My Father, and his partner Ron Daily, found out where I was. My Dad did not follow protocol and he came in without back-up. But because he did, I was saved. His career died that night and so did my dream to be an agent. I could not apply for the Academy as long as my dad struggled to get his life back.  But, as you have read, it’s been 10 years and I realized that being an agent was the only think I wanted to do. So I pursued the internship and applied to the Academy.”  Mercy’s heart was racing, stay in control, this will be over soon.

 

Lynda:  “Are your parents fine with the decision? You know your father will be interviewed, and I know him. His opinion will be taken into account.”

 

Mercy:  “I know how this will affect my parents but they will back my decision.  I didn’t want to tell them until I had my acceptance letter.”  Mercy swallowed past the lump of fear that swelled in her throat. I don’t want to tell them until I’m in the Academy. Ron said they weren’t going to talk to my dad. What changed?

 

Lynda: “I see that you had counseling after the kidnapping and treatment for anxiety. You also suffer from claustrophobia.  Those are issues that need to be resolved before the board review. It will affect your ability to be an agent.”

 

Mercy: Mercy clenched her fists so tight her nails dug into the palms of her hands. How did they find out? Ron said no one would know, and I would have time to figure a way around it. What else can go wrong? “My counseling was complete and I was released. I attached my past medical records in my application. My issue with claustrophobia is in the past. That should also be stated in my medical papers.”

 

Lynda: “It is. I just wanted to hear you say it, and make me believe it.  During the Academy you will be working closely with Ron Daily and his team. Will that be a problem for you? I see you have a close relationship with them, and a personal one with Jason Michaels. Have you read the rules Mercy? We have guidelines, and if this is an issue I want to know now.”

 

Mercy; Mercy’s chest tightened and her hands shook under the table. Her throat burned as she struggeled to catch her breath. She had to stop the panic attack before it ruined everything. It will kill her application quicker than that kiss. The memory still warmed her lips but she knew the rules, and the pain she saw in his eyes as she walked away will always haunt her.  “It will not be an issue. Agent Daily and his team have helped me during my internship, and that’s all. We have a close working relationship only. Mr. Michaels and I do not have any kind of relationship, nor do we plan on having one. We both are aware of the rules and what is at stake if any are broken.”

 

Lynda: “Ok as long as you are aware that they will also be interview”

 

Mercy: Mercy took a deep breath as the phone rang.

 

Lynda: “I need to take this. I believe I have everything I need. I will contact you when the board reviews your application. Make sure you discuss this with your family. We will be contacting them soon”

 

Mercy quickly left room as her heart pounded in her ears. She had to find her parents and talk to them, but she had to see Jason first, if he’ll see her.  Mercy swallowed past the fear in her throat. She has told so many lies to hide the truth, and hid a few secrets she’s not ready for anyone to know, and it’s all closing in on her fast.

Follow my steps to publishing ‘Rescued from the Dark’ on my website and blog.

 

HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME by Chicki Brown


HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME by Chicki Brown 

I am continuing my interviews with the seven singles sharing a summer house in Beach Haven, New Jersey. Since I’ve previously talked with two of the women, today my subject is the most vocal of the male residents, college drama instructor, Ogden “Kip” Lee.  When I step outside onto the back deck, I try not to show my reaction at finding him wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of sunglasses. Kip’s physical appearance is impossible to ignore. I honestly expect him to cock an eyebrow and ask if I can smell what he’s cooking.

 

Hot Fun in the Summertime by Chicki Brown – On Kindle http://amzn.to/dWZSxA and Nookhttp://bit.ly/k4Z172

 

 

Kip: (clasping his hands behind his head and his biceps suddenly expand like he blew them up with a bicycle pump.) “So, what can I do for you?

 

Me: (Wow, loaded question. I sink into the cushioned Adirondack chair next to him and place my recorder on the table between us.) Do you mind?

 

Kip:  Not at all, sweetheart.

 

Me: (Normally I would’ve launched into a speech about political correctness after being called sweetheart by a man I just met. But somehow I sensed that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way.) You know I’ve already spoken with Shontae and Kinnik, but before I leave I’d like to get the male perspective on your summer arrangement. Why are you here?

 

Kip:  (removes his shades and rests them on the table) You mean the ladies didn’t give you their opinions already?

 

Me:  They did, but I’d like to hear it from you.

 

Kip: No reason to front. I’m only here to relax and party. No goals. No ulterior motives. I work hard while school is in session, but once vacation starts I leave Professor Lee in New York and go back to being just plain old Kip.

 

Me: (thinking there was nothing at all plain about this chocolate Adonis) So, how do you see things going this summer?

 

Kip:  (scratches his chin and smiles) To tell you the truth, nobody ever knows how it’s going to go. This summer I’m the only one who’s not waiting for something. They’re all on some kind of countdown.

 

Me: Which of the countdowns do you see coming to fruition?

 

Kip: From what I’ve picked up from listening to the women, Jo’s hoping Walt pops the question. It’s not happening, if you ask me.

 

Me:  What do you mean?

 

Kip: (snickers) Walt’s been married twice, and he and Jo have been together five years. I know what a man looks like when he’s content, and in my opinion he looks pretty content with things just the way they are. Doc has a plan, and for his sake, I hope Linda’s finally ready.

 

Me: Why?

 

Kip: (sighs and then smiles) Because he’s banking on it. Ever since last summer, he’s basically taken himself out of circulation for her. If it were anyone but Lin, I’d say he made a stupid move.

 

There are too many women in this world to sit around waiting for one to decide whether she wants you or not. I don’t think she’d do it on purpose, but I hope Lin doesn’t end up jerking him around.

 

Me: You said everyone is waiting for something. I didn’t get that impression from Kinnik.

 

Kip: (chuckles) As long as there are men around, K always has a target. I’m afraid she’ll use her mojo on Devon.

 

Me: Afraid? Why?

 

Kip: Shontae won’t have a chance if K aims both barrels at my boy.

 

Me: She is stunning.

 

Kip: Kinnik isn’t just beautiful. She’s got skills. (He winks, and I choose to let the comment slide.)

 

Me: But Shontae seems to be a really sweet person.

 

Kip: (frowns) She is, and that’s the problem. Sometimes being sweet can work against you. She doesn’t know how to fight dirty. It’s not in her. Fighting dirty is all Kinnik knows. I just hope I don’t end up having to pry their claws out of each other.

 

Me: I understand you invited Devon this year. Do you see him fitting in with a group that’s been together three years?

 

Kip: Devon can adapt to anything. That’s why he’s such a good actor.

 

Me: From what I’ve seen, you folks are in the minority here on the island. Does that bother you?

 

Kip: (The way his mouth twists, I see I’ve hit a tender topic.) Not me.

 

Me: Do you think your neighbors are as open minded?

 

Kip: No matter what their attitudes are, I’m still gonna do Kip. The neighbors don’t have anything to do with my social life. Besides the ladies vacationing in Beach Haven don’t have any problems with it. As far as I’m concerned, women are women. I believe in equal opportunity.

 

Me: Well, I hope your summer turns out to be all you’re expecting.

 

Kip: (scans me from head to toe before returning his sunglasses to his face with a devious smirk) Oh it will. Why don’t you stick around for a few days? You’d fit right in.

 

Me: (feeling a bit uneasy from his scrutiny and the underlying sensuality in his tone) Thanks, but I have a deadline to meet and my editor won’t take any excuses. It was great meeting you, Kip.

 

Kip: (clasps his hands behind his head once more) You too, sweetheart. If you change your mind, we’ll make room for you.

On Kindle and Nook: http://amzn.to/dWZSxA & http://bit.ly/k4Z172

You can follow Chicki Brown at:

Website:  http://www.chicki663.webs.com Personal Blog: http://sisterscribbler.blogspot.comTwitter: http://twitter.com/@Chicki663 Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/chicki.brown

 
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AMBERLYN DARKSKY CHARACTER INTERVIEW


ALL AMBERLYN DARKSKY HAS EVER WANTED IS TO BE NORMAL. BUT WHAT IF NORMAL IS EVERYTHING SUPERNATURAL & LEGENDARY?

Hello, everyone. My name is Roxanne Kade and I am the author of THE BLOODY CRESCENT BOOK 1: THERIAN. Today it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Amberlyn Darksky. When Amber received her acceptance letter to Cyprus Falls University, little did she know that her life would change forever. Vampires, werewolves and dark family secrets would soon lead her to her true destiny.

ROXY: Hello, Amber. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today.

AMBER: *nods head slowly* Hello.

ROXY: The last few months have been anything but easy for you. How are you holding up?

AMBER: Um…Okay, I guess. I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to feel any more. So much has happened and so much has changed. I just have to take each day as it comes.

ROXY: Well, I’m sure things will get better. *reaches over and pats Amber’s hand* Let us start from the beginning, shall we? For so many years Carmine kept you hidden on the family estate. Didn’t you ever wonder why? Didn’t you ever think that there was more to it than him just wanting to keep you safe?

AMBER: When I was younger, I guess I never knew any better. My father was my world and he made me believe that staying hidden was for my own protection. I never understood why until I was a little older. Carmine always used my “gift” as an excuse for keeping me from enjoying life. He said people would never accept me. That’s when Guili and I started with the college applications. I had to show Carmine that I was as normal as anyone else. I never thought that there was something more to the story…

ROXY: This “gift” you speak of. Tell me more about it.

AMBER: Oh, I don’t know. I really shouldn’t speak about it.

ROXY: Come on! It’s me, Roxy, you can tell me anything.

AMBER: *sighs* Okay, fine. I suppose it is the least of my problems at the moment…ever since I can remember, I’ve been able to see people’s memories. And I feel every emotion that comes with those memories. It’s a curse really.

ROXY: Are you crazy? That is an amazing gift to have. I can only imagine the things you have seen. What did you see when you touched me?

AMBER: Please, I’m really not in the mood to discuss this any further. Could we just move onto something else?

ROXY: Okay, okay *holds up hands* Tell us about Tayelon.

AMBER: *blushes uncontrollably* Next!

ROXY: Oh no! You’re not getting off that easily. Tell us about the first time you ever saw him…you thought he was “smoking hot”, right?

AMBER: Yeah, he was. He still is! The first time I saw him I lost all control of myself. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. I thought my heart was going to literally leap from my chest! I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. Oh, he has the most gorgeous hazel eyes!

ROXY: Hmm, something tells me you don’t hate him as much as you want us all to believe.

AMBER: But I do…I mean, after what he did, how could I not!?! He almost killed me! And even though he didn’t kill Carmine, he played a major part in it. If only he had been honest with me from the beginning, maybe things would have ended differently.

ROXY: Can you really blame him though? Would it have made any difference if he had told you the truth from the start?

AMBER: Of course it would have. I accepted him for what he was and if he had told me about Carmine and the history with his family, perhaps I could have changed things. I needed answers. I needed Carmine to tell me the truth, but before I got that chance, Tayelon and the rest of the pack rushed in and killed him!

ROXY: Okay, but surely you can understand why they did that. Your father was an evil fiend after all.

AMBER: Yes, that’s true. But he was still my father. How do I not hate Tayelon for taking him from me?

ROXY: Amber, I still get the sense that you love Tayelon. Do you?

AMBER: I…I…*squirms in her chair* I hate him, I do. But I can’t stop thinking about him, and wanting him. My heart aches every time I think of him. *sighs* Loving and hating someone at the same time is too exhausting. It’s driving me crazy.

ROXY: That bring me to the next question. Maghon Thomas of Abbeville, LA, wants to know if you’ll ever be able to forgive Tayelon for the choices he made?

AMBER: I don’t know…in a way I have. But I’ll never forget what he did. He lied to me, hurt me in the worst possible way. I don’t know if there’s any way we could ever go back to what we were before. I’m just so confused at the moment. I don’t know what to believe…all I wanted was to be normal…*holds head in hands and silently begins to sob*

ROXY: I think that is our cue to wrap things up. Join me again on December 15th when I will be chatting to *cups mouth with hand and whispers* Tayelon Cree, who will tell us his side of the story.

THE BLOODY CRESCENT BOOK 1: THERIAN

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All Amberlyn Darksky has ever wanted is to be normal. But what if normal is everything supernatural and legendary?

Amber has never been ordinary. She has a gift, the ability to see memories through simple touch, and for her it’s a curse. Especially when she has to relive her mother’s death the night she was born, through her father’s eyes. Leading a sheltered life for years under his constant watch has her yearning for freedom and her acceptance into Cyprus Falls University gives her just that.

She is immediately plunged into a world of true love, heartache, seduction, and horror. With a deepening affection for Tayelon Cree, whose sparkling hazel eyes leave her breathless, and the undeniable allure of Lucard Colbaine, who seems to be immune to her gift, can she accept what either of them represent in her life? And what about the steely-eyed vampire who invades her dreams? When the blackouts and nightmares begin, Amber fears the pain that rips into her soul and threatens to destroy her. Before long she is faced with the truth of her destiny as well as the devastating secrets that surround the people she holds dearest; dark secrets that will truly change the course of her very existence. Amber doesn’t know if she has the strength to accept the hand fate has dealt her. She will have to fight as hard as possible to remain human while the beasts inside her rage to take over.

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Review: Her Vampire Husband


Her Vampire Husband
Her Vampire Husband by Michele Hauf
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I didn’t really have any expectations when I read this book but I was pleasantly surprised by the book. I really liked the male lead who very much knew what he wanted and how to get it. I think Blu as a character was very quirky and she definitely had her moments where she stood out. The only thing that prevents this from getting a 5 is that I think she had the potential to be kick ass but it wasn’t fully taken advantage of. Still a good book and definitely worth a read.

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