Thursday, July 25, 2013

Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop

When Tricia Schneider and I first talked about hosting a blog hop, we agreed right away that it had to have a paranormal theme. For me, writing paranormal stories is what comes up automatically when I sit down in front of a white page, and even when I try for 'normal' contemporary romance, bits of supernatural - usually vampires - find their way into the story.

And oh, how I love my vampires! Whether they're straight, gay or in menages, whether they've just been turned or are hundreds of years old, whether they readily feed from humans or refuse to drink anything other than animal blood, they're my favorite characters to write - them, and the humans who love them!

Ever since we set up the hop, I've been trying to decide which book or series to feature for my own giveaway... and I just couldn't decide! So, I'm going to feature two of them.

First, one of my longest-running series: On The Edge. It started with a menage short story, and has grown and grown with the addition of more short stories, a novella and novel. Here's a quick excerpt to introduce the three characters, vampires Leo and Lisa, and their human lover Brett...


For a moment, after he put the glasses away, Leo was still. Even without looking at him, Brett was sure Leo was watching them kiss. Brett could even picture Leo’s small smile, could imagine him saying, “See? I told you she’d wear your ring and come back to us.” But all Leo said was a quiet, “Let me,” before his hand slipped between them. He tugged Brett’s t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it up, forcing Brett’s and Lisa’s lips apart as the t-shirt came off. While their mouths found each other again, he unbuttoned Brett’s jeans and carefully guided his hard cock out, stroking it lazily in a loose fist until Brett gasped into Lisa’s mouth.

Then, reaching around Lisa, Leo tugged the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her hips. Lisa had an extensive collection of sexy underwear, lacy things that Brett loved to touch, loved to guide down her legs with his fingertips or his teeth even more, but it was always a delightful surprise to discover that she was bare beneath her dress. Her folds were already wet when she adjusted herself and brushed against the root of his cock. Brett moaned softly, then again when Leo’s hand returned between them, giving Brett’s cock another quick, teasing tug before Leo’s fingers slipped against Lisa’s opening.

“Mmm, nice,” Leo murmured. When he pulled his hand away, his fingers were shiny and slick with her wetness. He brought his hand to his lips and made a show of licking his fingers clean.

Brett’s cock twitched, and his mouth watered at the sight, but before he could ask for a taste, Leo reached between them once more. He stroked Brett’s cock, slicking it with his saliva and Lisa’s wetness, then held it steady while his other hand guided Lisa’s hips up, then down onto Brett’s cock. When Lisa and Brett both shuddered and hummed at the feeling of being together again, Leo moaned right along with them.

More than ever, Brett was very glad that Leo had insisted, all those years earlier, that they get a comfortable couch; he was glad that every time the cushions started to become less than welcoming, Leo pointed it out until something was done to solve the problem. He was glad for the comfort, but at the same time he couldn’t move much as he sank into those excessively plush cushions. Lisa was the one doing all the work, hands tight on his shoulders as she raised herself to her knees and plunged back down, fucking herself on his cock. All Brett needed to do was turn his head, and he could have seen the ring, shining on her finger. He never looked away from her eyes.

His hands remained on her hips at first, reinforcing her rhythm, but it wasn’t long before Leo’s voice rose again, low and gravelly, like sin turned into sound. He was sitting close enough to Brett that their shoulders were pressed together, but even so he leaned in closer to say, “Bet you want to look at her. Touch her, too. She’s so beautiful, our Lisa. Skin like silk and curves so soft…”

The next time Lisa lowered herself, she all but slammed her hips down, drawing twin moans from her mouth and Brett’s. Leo laughed quietly.

“See?” he said. “She wants it, too. Aren’t you going to undress her yet?”

Grabbing the edge of her dress with fumbling hands, Brett tugged it up, peeling the tight fabric off her until she let go of his shoulders and helped him pull the dress completely off. Freed from the snug fabric that had cradled them, her breasts started bouncing lightly when she resumed her steady pace, and Brett immediately cupped the lovely mounds, each of them fitting perfectly into his hands as though they had been made for him.

“Don’t you want to suck on her tits?” Leo whispered into Brett’s ear, his lips brushing the lobe in a sensual caress. “She always makes such pretty noises when we do.”

Brett’s mouth was already watering. “Yeah,” he breathed, turning to briefly kiss Leo. “Let’s do that.”


Cover for Before The Edge Cover for On The Edge Cover for Over the Edge cover for Walking the Edge cover for Beyond the Edge cover for Ward of the Vampire cover for My Reluctant Warden cover for Awkward Holidays

The other work I want to feature today is the Ward of the Vampire serial. It has 3 installments so far, the 4th of them coming this fall. The first part, Ward of the Vampire, is free on Amazon every first day oft he month. The story is set in a different 'universe' from the On The Edge series, meaning the vampires - including the hero, Morgan Ward - have different abilities. Here's an excerpt in which the heroine, Angelina, questions Morgan...


The door swung open again and Stephen entered with a wide tray balanced on one hand and his shoulder, and one of those folding supports like in a restaurant. He came to my side first, set the tray down on the support, then uncovered a bowl which had been under a metal dome and placed it on the plate in front of me.

“Tomato and lobster bisque,” he announced in a discreet voice before picking up his tray and moving to the other side of the table. Instead of a bowl, he placed an unmarked porcelain mug, black and shiny, in front of Morgan. He didn’t say what was in it, but I had a sneaking suspicion.

From where I sat, I couldn’t see inside the mug, but what else could it be? After all, Morgan had told me he was a vampire.

“Is that blood?” I couldn’t help from blurting out.

Behind Morgan, Stephen flashed me a startled look before schooling his features and exiting the room. Morgan’s expression was as inscrutable as his voice when he said, “It is. If it bothers you, I’ll abstain.”

Did it bother me?

No, let me turn that around. Would it bother you?

A lot of people are scared when they see blood, whether their own or someone else’s. And at the same time, we watch movies in which buckets of fake blood are used on innocent victims, villains and heroes alike. People from our blood are our family. As children, we swear blood oaths with our friends or siblings. Girls start their road to womanhood with a few drops of blood. We used to refer to people as ‘common blood’ or ‘high blood’ to indicate their station in life. We’re asked to donate blood to save lives. When doctors want to know if something’s wrong with us, they often take a close look at our blood. Blood is life, but it’s a lot more than that, too.

The thought that there was blood in that mug was a little off-putting. Or maybe even more than a little. But at the same time, if that was what he ate, how could I deny that to him? It wasn’t like it was my blood—like he was hurting me. Plenty of humans eat things that someone else would think is gross. As long as he didn’t ask me to try it…

“It’s all right,” I said, trying to sound like I meant it.

I took a spoonful of my soup to give myself time to put my thoughts in order. I almost moaned at how good it was—thick, flavorful and just a little spicy.

“I just… When you suggested dinner, I thought we’d share the same food. Do you ever eat real food? I mean, human food?” I gave him a rueful smile. “You know what I mean.”

He smiled back and raised the mug to his lips, taking a small sip. It felt like a test that it truly didn’t bother me that he was drinking blood. I told myself it was coffee in there and focused on my own delicious soup.

“We can eat small quantities of human food,” he said. “It’s one of the things that allow us to blend in. But we don’t gain anything from it. What we need is blood.”

His sip, this time, was a little longer. When he lowered his mug again, a corner of his lips was stained dark red. He picked up the napkin from his lap and dabbed at his mouth. I was getting used to the idea, I realized.

I was also quickly reaching the end of my delicious bowl of soup.

Setting the spoon down, I dabbed at my mouth like he had and wondered how much he was ready to share with me about what he was. So far, he hadn’t said much, even with my repeated pleas for explanations. He seemed more open tonight. Was it because we were sharing a meal? Because I’d said his diet didn’t bother me? I tried another question.

“Is it…” I meant to ask if it was human blood, but suddenly I couldn’t form the words. I tried again. “What kind of blood is it?”

“Human,” he replied without hesitation.

He must have noticed my small flinch because he added, “Not all blood donated during blood drives is suitable for medical purposes. We have ways of acquiring what would otherwise end up as medical waste. We can drink animal blood, too, but it’s… less pleasant. Like the difference between a gourmet meal and fast food.”

Thinking over his words, I picked up my glass of wine. I took only a small mouthful. For a few moments, I watched Stephen come in with his tray again. He took away my empty bowl and set a plate in front of me: filet mignon dusted with herbs along with an array of roasted vegetable bites. When he went to Morgan’s side of the table, he had a terra-cotta pitcher in hand and refilled the mug. I waited until he had left the room again before I started to say, “Do you ever…”

I cut myself short. How much could I pry? And did I really want to know?

“Do we ever what?” he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Is this okay? Me asking questions, I mean. I don’t want to… to be nosy or something.”

I kept my eyes on my plate as I spoke, cutting a small piece of meat. It was so tender it practically melted in my mouth. This was turning out to be the best meal I’d had in a while; too bad no one was sharing it with me.

“If your questions bothered me, I wouldn’t hesitate to let you know. Go ahead. What were you going to ask?” When I didn’t answer right away, he took a guess. “Do we ever drink directly from humans?”

I gave a small nod. My mouth felt suddenly dry. I took another drink—water this time. The wine was strong, and I wanted to keep a clear head.

“Most of us do. It’s the normal order of things, you might say. Lilah does, in case you were wondering. She’s very good at keeping her donors alive and coming back to offer her more.”

I nodded again and tried to focus on my food; the truth was, I hadn’t been about to ask about vampires in general or even Miss Delilah. I wanted to know if it was something that he did. At the same time, knowing for sure scared me a little.

For a few seconds, the only sounds in the room were that of utensils, glass, and porcelain. Then he said, in a decidedly toneless voice that didn’t reveal anything about how he felt, “I have done it in the past myself. Not in a while. And it’s been even longer since it was from someone unwilling.”

When I looked up at him, his gaze was on me, but it didn’t meet mine. He was staring at my neck. I could have sworn I could feel the touch of his fingertips on my pulse point again. I swallowed hard, then took a deep drink of wine, closing my eyes for a second as I tilted my head back.

“Angelina,” he whispered. “Please don’t be afraid of me.”

I met his eyes and shook my head. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said, my voice trembling a little. “Just the opposite. I’m scared about what it means that I’m not afraid of you.”



And now for the giveaway! Open internationally. Winners will be contacted through email on July 31st.

2 first prizes: winners' choice of a signed paperback + ribbon bookmark + assorted signed swag
3 runner up prizes: winners choice of ebook out of Before the Edge, On The Edge, My Reluctant Warden and Awkward Holidays + Ward oft he Vampire assorted signed swag


  1. Thanks for putting this great hop together. I excited to participate. Nice excerpts - very hot :)

  2. Thanks for doing the hop. Your vampires are certainly intriguing! I'll have to take closer look ... cautiously.

    Cathryn Cade

    1. LOL
      Where's the fun in caution? ;)
      And thank you!

  3. I'll getting a little excited about this hop. Wish Me Luck!


    1. Good luck! you'll know soon if you were lucky :)

  4. Thanks for the hop. Definitely adding to my summer reading!

  5. A great hop, Kallytsten! Thanks :)

  6. Thanks for setting up the hop!! I love finding new books to add to my ever-growing to-read list.

    1. Those To Read List never seem to end, do they? ;)

  7. Thanks for the hop and the introduction to new authors and books. Thanks for the giveaway.
    evamillien at gmail dot com

  8. Just stopping by to visit! Thank you so much for organizing this blog hop with me. You're the best! :) Those were deliciously HOT excerpts! Love 'em!

  9. This was the best blog hop ever. Thank you for organizing it.

  10. Thanks for organizing the blog hop. I had a lot of fun and learned about some great authors.

  11. This is such a great blog hop, thanks for organizing it :)

  12. Great hop, Kallysten. Thank you for hosting it.


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