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The 2014 Authors After Dark Bookie Awards Nominations
Tuesday, September 3, 2013 03:17 AM
Hey all!

Well, it's that time of year again when the Authors After Dark camp opens up floor to accept nominations in over 50 categories of romance, to be honored at their annual awards ceremony.

Will I, or more importantly, Desires of a Dark Lord make the ballot for next year? You can see that the book makes their list.

Fill out the form by following the link below (and nominate other great authors while you're there):

2014 Authors After Dark Bookie Awards Nominations

Make Ginevra & Ronan proud and hope to see you all in Charlotte next August!

Teaser Sunday - Ashes of Reckoning Prologue
Sunday, August 25, 2013 04:00 AM
Welcome to the end of the weekend. And what would the end of a weekend be without a teaser?

Well I'm here whet your appetites for Ashes of Reckoning. I'm going out on a limb and introducing a new character with a tortured past for you all to drool over. I hope you all enjoy a taste of Aston Cineris. Enjoy.

Pompeii, Italy—August 79 AD


Aston’s heart pounded.

Blood curdling screams rang in his ears like a wailing alarm while the putrid scent of sulfur and ash burned his lungs. He couldn’t move.

“Aston, Expergiscere! Expergiscere!” His mother pleaded in their native Latin tongue for him to wake, but his eyes wouldn’t budge. The pressure of her tender fingers squeezed his flesh with horrific urgency, yet he couldn’t respond. He couldn’t move a muscle.

Paralyzed, he lay on a wool-stuffed mattress atop his marble bed as though something pinned him there, an invisible force holding him still, helpless in a time of crisis and need.

Could he be trapped in the throes of a lucid nightmare? How in Jupiter’s name could he jolt himself from such a catatonic state? Then Aston recalled the lessons in meditation taught to him and his twin brother, Vulcan. Their father had spent hours stressing the importance of control and restraint on a level to maintain their abilities without the interference of their basic nature. Remembering a particular moment from those same lessons, he envisioned his limbs as long roots, fusing with the earth until deeply planted into the rich soil. Then he snapped those roots and freed himself from the grip of the veiled danger with internal screams powerful enough to deafen the heavens. He willed himself awake with an unparalleled need to rise and defend his people from a threat he couldn’t yet see.

When his eyes sprang open, he wasn’t prepared for the sight that matched the sounds. But there was no time to assess, only to react. With the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped away the sweat beading on his brow and jumped to his feet.

Heat unlike anything he’d ever felt clung to the air, threatening his lungs with an infernal kiss. With visibility at a minimum, he sharpened his gaze and dashed from room to room in search of his parents.

The unmistakable sound of wheezing and labored breaths echoed through his house and the place he’d long associated with comfort was now doused in things he’d only ever seen in nightmares.

“Mater!” He shouted for his mother from the grand hall with the hope he’d catch a glimpse of her sable hair or sapphire eyes, but the odds were against him. As though the gods heard his plea, his mother’s most trusted handmaiden hurriedly crossed his path.

“Master Aston, what is happening?” she asked then fisted his shirt, a constant track of tears rolling down her cheeks.

He gave a gentle stroke to her arm. “I am not certain, Mariana. But I will find out, I promise you. Now, have you seen my mother?” he asked.

Mariana’s rich brown hair framed her angelic face as she gave a quick nod, but her walnut-colored gaze told a tale of horrors no one should ever witness. “Your mother made desperate attempts to wake you, my lord. After those unsuccessful efforts, she fled to the courtyard. But I fear the worst, my lord. All of those…screams.” Her trembling hands covered her ears.

He gripped her wrists tight, steadying her. “Leave this place, Mariana. I fear an attack from an enemy with whom we are unfamiliar. Run as quickly as you can and head for Rome. Take as many with you as you are able, and do not delay.” He placed a gentle kiss to back of her hand. “May the gods be with you this night,” he said then left her in search of his mother, but doubted he’d ever forget the terror in Mariana’s eyes.

Dashing into the courtyard, through the thick, choking smog, the image of destruction appeared. Mount Vesuvius burned in the distance like a beacon where intertwined veins of fire nourished the landmark with life. The path of flame led straight to Pompeii and threatened the lives of everyone he knew.

For a fraction of a second, a gust of wind cleared the air. Just long enough to spot his mother at the far end of the courtyard, near her treasured rose garden. Flashing to her side, he grabbed hold of her arm. “Mother!”

Her eyes welled with pink tears. “Aston! Oh, my son. I feared the worst when my pleas had gone unanswered.”

He pulled her close, as though shielding her from the terror would spare her further pain. “What is the meaning of all this? What is happening?”

Despite the chaos, she stood eerily calm. “A spell had been cast upon you, my son. One I could not lift, even with my ability. A great evil is at work here, Aston. An evil so powerful, it summoned the fury of the mountain.” She cast a cold gaze upon the fiery summit, her blue eyes studying the frightful sight, cursing the assailant beyond her physical reach.

Gripping her shoulders, he freed her from the distraction and lowered his gaze to hers. “You need to flee the city, mother. Pompeii will be lost. I will remain to see as many townsfolk as possible make safe passage to Rome. Find father and leave at once.”

She brought a gentle hand to his face, her skin as soft as a newborn always bearing a hint of lavender. Even now, in the wake of an apocalyptic event, he found her touch comforting. “Aston, you are an honorable man, always eager to fight for Pompeii and your people. That is a noble trait and I pray it remains with you always. I only wish your brother had not left with such hatred in his heart. Please tell him how much your father and I loved him, even when he believed otherwise.”

Realization settled, seeping into his heart like a painful toxin. His brow creased at what her words meant. She was saying goodbye. “You mean to stay here and fall with the city. I will not allow it, mother and as a defender of the city, I will force you to exit if need be,” he said.

If only Vulcan were there to stand beside him and talk a lick of sense into her, but his identical twin brother grew stubborn, bitter, and left his family in anger because of what he couldn’t have…the ability to walk in daylight.

In Vulcan’s defense, they weren’t completely identical. Yes, they were each other’s exact physical copy, but while Vulcan was born a vampire, Aston walked in the sunlight as something else entirely, and he carried the burden his entire life. He muttered a curse onto the night air. Gods, he could use his brother’s assistance now, providing a distraction while he carried his mother out of the city. Instead, Vulcan had a grudge to harbor.

He sensed her hand glide away from his cheek as she stood evenly beside him, peering out upon the grim horizon. “Aston, I am not simply remaining behind to fall with the city. I stay to stand beside the only man I have ever loved. For several millennia I have walked this realm, cursed with an immortal existence, devoid of emotion. I thought all hope was lost and prayed for death to take me. Then one day I met your father, a human who accepted me for everything I am and by some divine intervention, I birthed his children. When he asked to become vampire so that he could be by my side for eternity, I refused his request. But in his stubborn nature, he persisted and I could deny him very little for everything he has given me in return. You must understand, Aston, I am not giving up. I am dying beside my soul mate. Because if I had to endure thousands of years without him, the world would suffer for my loss and I would never recover.” 

Shaking his head, his brow creased. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you saying goodbye?” he asked, his eyes blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep the threat of tears at bay.

She faced him, casting a warm smile. “I fear this may be the final time we see one another. My only regret is that we took great care to hone your abilities slowly and you have not yet realized your potential. You wield great power, Aston and I hope you discover your gifts over time.” She gripped his hand, placing a gentle kiss to his skin, her hold so tight, he was certain she meant every word. “But my greatest wish for you is that you do not have to walk through eternity alone as I had for so long. Once you find your one true companion, hold on with everything you are and never let go. That is a rare treasure worth more than all of the gold and gems on earth,” she said, releasing her grasp.

Last words. Were these the wishes of a dying mother? He couldn’t accept that, wouldn’t accept it. Just then, a gust of searing heat blasted through the city and scorched his skin with temperatures beyond measure. Crouching low to the ground, he quickly shielded his mother, sucking a sharp breath through clenched teeth as pain engulfed him. When the flare passed, his flesh healed and he rose to his feet, searching for answers. Blood curdling screams echoed for what seemed like miles and they only intensified with every investigatory step.

Thick showers of ash fluttered from the sky in resemblance of a snowfall absent winter's chill, blanketing the earth with its silent treachery. He scanned the area through the smoke and ash, when out of the dismal conditions, shadowed figures approached. “Something else is out there, mother. And it swiftly approaches.”

“Yes. This foe is a familiar one, and I apologize in advance for the actions I must take in the name of all that I hold dear,” she said.

Amidst the darkness, her eyes grew bright, glowing like the lava veins of Vesuvius. But as the figure drew near, her gaze softened. “Daeus, I was infinitely worried, my love.” She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.

Grateful to see his father, Aston closed his eyes tight, thanking the gods. “Father, what do you know?” he asked, staring into the blue eyes that matched his own. Dark hair framed his father’s youthful face, but his usually bright eyes grew dark and the melancholy expression made Aston’s heart sink. “Apologies, my son. But I dare not speak of this sort of betrayal aloud and chance the whisper of my fears reaching the heavens. I will stand and fight for as long as I can hold them back, but you must leave, Aston. The world will speak of this night through the ages as a historic tragedy, recalling destruction from a terrible act of nature. But you will know the truth of this moment. You will ensure history is not doomed to repeat.” He placed a firm hand upon Aston’s shoulder.

Bowing his head in realization of the moment, at truth he couldn’t escape, Aston looked to his father for advice in a time of darkness. “Father…I—”

Before he could finish his words, his father arched backward, eyes widened in horror as the tip of a rival blade protruded from his chest. “No!” Aston unsheathed his father’s short sword, gripping the pommel, poised to attack, when Daeus fell to his knees and revealed the enemy.

Vulcan, the brother he believed long estranged, stood proud with erupted fangs, possessing an indescribable fire in his eyes that matched the fury of the mountain. Then, in that moment, he knew exactly who stood responsible for the destruction plaguing Pompeii. Bending his arm at the elbow, Aston slashed at his brother with all the strength he possessed and sliced a deep wound into his forearm.

Vulcan howled with laughter. “Oh little brother, your fury renders me proud. But I’m here for one thing, and if our lovely mother refuses to grant me the gift of walking in daylight, I’ll just as soon take it for myself.” Vulcan then wrapped a hand around Aston’s throat, raising him from the earth, his feet dangling helplessly beneath him just out of ground’s reach.

Aston clutched his brother’s wrist, attempting to free himself from his powerful hold. “Brother,” he choked out.

The lack of oxygen seared his lungs and the pressure from Vulcan’s strong hold reminded him of the slow pierce of a thin dagger. Though the pain wouldn’t kill him, it didn’t hurt any less. How could this monster be the brother he’d once laughed with, loved? They were raised together, played together, shared joys, sorrows and a secret no one could ever know. But the man threatening Aston’s life, his family, was unrecognizable.

In an instant, his brother screamed in agony, releasing the grip on Aston’s throat, dropping him to the ground with an audible thud. Eyes widened in terror as his father’s gleaming sword penetrated Vulcan’s side, his brother hissing between clenched teeth at the obvious pain. Reaching around to the hilt of the blade buried in his back, Vulcan effortlessly pulled the sword from his flesh.

Vulcan tossed the blade to the ground and started for his mother. Aston lunged for the man he no longer knew, but instead of attacking Vulcan, his mother stepped between them.

With gentle hands, she cradled Aston’s face. “My son, see me now. Look into the depths of my eyes and know that I have adored you since before you were born. When life stirred in my womb, I know I’d protect you both so long as I possessed the power. I will be with you through the ages, Aston. I promise.” A single pink tear rolled down her cheek.

He shook his head violently. “No. Don’t do this. Do not take leave and say your goodbyes,” he begged.

She offered a smile then, just as angelic as he’d always known. “I need for you to do something for me now. Think of those buildings in Rome. Do you recall the majestic structure erected in the center of the city? The beautiful creation we set eyes upon when last we visited? Set thought to that very structure and never return to Pompeii, for it will never appear the same again,” she said.

Peering into the eyes of his mother, a sense of calm washed over him. And in an instant, he stood on a busy Roman street instead of the familiar courtyard in his native city. “No!” he shouted to the heavens.

Tears burned his eyes and his heart broke into what seemed like a thousand shards inside his chest as he tried everything within his power, everything his parents taught him, to return to Pompeii and offer aid. But despite his efforts, his attempts failed and he feared he’d never set eyes upon his home or family again.

He muttered a curse then prayed Vulcan met his end in the fires of Pompeii, because if he discovered his brother survived the catastrophic event and dared to show his face to threaten anyone Aston held dear, may the gods help him.

The 2013 Authors After Dark Vampire Ball After Party Giveaway
Sunday, August 25, 2013 01:19 AM

If you missed the Authors After Dark Vampire Ball, don't despair! The dark mistresses of the night are here to provide you with a taste of something sweet--a chance to win a pile of books from the authors who sponsored the Vampire Ball, and a limited edition booklet only available to Authors After Dark attendees! a Rafflecopter giveaway

Many Books Signed by the Authors! Giveaway Open to the U.S. and Internationally!

Author Bio: Jess Haines writes about furred and fanged things that go bump in the night. Best known for the H&W Investigations urban fantasy series, she's been writing since she was a teenager and was first published in 2010. Visit the author at www.JessHaines.com for the latest news and updates. Type of Books: Jess Haines writes dark, daring and funny urban fantasy novels that follow the (mis-)adventures of human private investigator Shiarra Waynest. Praised by RT Book Reviews, Library Journal, and many more, the latest release is Forsaken by the Others (Kensington/Zebra; July 2, 2013).

Bio/Books: Winner of the Romantic Times Career Achievement award, Joey W. Hill has published over thirty contemporary and paranormal BDSM erotic romances, including four series. Her emotionally-intense love stories offer everything from vampires, mermaids, witches and angels, to boardroom executives, cops and simple housemaids. Free excerpts from all her works are available at her website, www.storywitch.com. Additional vignettes, character interviews and graphics inspired by the work are at the fan forum site, accessible through www.storywitch.com/community.

Author Bio: Jae Lynne Davies is an author, wife, and mother who wishes there were more hours in a day to balance all three and a full-time job. But whenever she finds a spare moment (usually in the late hours of the night when her husband and two young children are visiting the land of dreams), you’ll find her sitting in front of her laptop typing the next chapter! Type of Books: Striving to share her passion of the written word, Jae Lynne pens stories of conflict and believable, but forbidden relationships between extraordinary characters. In fact, the more complex, the better, which might explain her desire to create erotically-charged paranormal tales of romance and urban fantasy that she hopes leaves readers thirsting for more.
Author Bio: USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes the Dark Protector vampire series, the Maverick Montana cowboy series, and the Sin Brothers romantic-suspense series. Type of Books: Rebecca writes steamy romances featuring Alpha males and smart, determined heroines.  Whether the characters are paranormal creatures, wild cowboys, or dangerous soldiers...there's adventure, hot romance, and deadly fun in Zanetti's worlds.

Author Bio: Nightmares as a child forced MK Mancos to begin telling herself stories before going to sleep. Thus began the lifelong love of a good pulse-pounding tale and lives not her own. MK resides in New Jersey with her wonderful husband, Dave, and dog, Lily. Type of Books: MK Mancos writes anything that strikes her fancy. From tales of the Jersey Devil, to magical Leprechaun gold. She writes paranormal & fantasy as MK Mancos and futuristics and sci-fi under the name Kathleen Scott.
Author Bio: Back in 1994, TJ picked up her first romance novel by Heather Graham. It was love at first page. Years later, after raising her family and establishing her career, TJ wrote what became her first published work. Writing like a madwoman, TJ hasn’t lost steam. Her mind may be gone, but steam there is a-plenty! Type of Books: TJ is an award-winning author of paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi and urban fantasy romance. No matter the genre TJ is penning, her favorite thing to do is build worlds. To take you somewhere extraordinary. To transport you to a place where you can close your eyes and slip into your fantasy…
Author Bio: Marianne Morea is a New Yorker, and her stories embody the grit and complexity of the city that never sleeps. An avid traveler, she uses experiences from around the world in all her books. Her love affair with the paranormal is born of fantasies, transporting her into a world of what if? Type of Books: Dark Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Suspense are the hallmarks of Marianne Morea's writing style. Stories filled with underworld violence and the desire to transcend a broken soul, readers are thrust into a world where the city never sleeps because the nightmares are real.
Author Bio: A military brat and wife, Melissa Schroeder has a Monty Python type of humor meaning she is usually politically incorrect. She is busy raising two human and two dog daughters and is looking forward to her move back to Virginia after her husband finishes his career with the Air Force.  More info can be found at: www.melissaschroeder.net Type of Books: With over 50 novels, novellas and short stories published, Melissa has stories that span historical to futuristic time periods. Her ADD allows her the ability to write paranormal to straight romance, always with a touch of humor. She is best known for her Harmless series.

Author Bio: A national best selling author, Heather Long lives in Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. In addition to military romance, Heather writes a wide variety of romance from paranormal historical western romance to contemporary romance and romantic suspense. She loves characters and the stories they have to tell. As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel. Type of Books: Heather writes paranormal romance, contemporary romance, military romance, and westerns with a paranormal twist. Her focus is on characters and the emotions that drive them to love, hate, live life and survive - romance with an edge.

Author Bio: Seventeen years and over a hundred books later, I'm still a quiet wife, mom and grandma who dotes on kids, cats and a growing collection of orchids that sometimes rewards me with an exotically beautiful blossom. One might say I've explored my wild life vicariously through the people in my stories. Although I've won several prestigious awards over the years, the compliments that mean most to me are those that come from readers who've been touched deeply by my stories. Type of Books: I write romances, from "vanilla" erotics to kinky BDSM,  in settings both familiar and fancifully exotic. All of my books have the proverbial "happily ever after" in common, though my lusty heroes and heroines follow many different and rocky roads to that happy, committed relationship.
Author Bio: USA Today and New York Times bestselling author, C.J. Ellisson, lives in northern VA with her supportive husband, two children who listen at their whim, two dogs that worship her, a cat she's allergic to, and two lizards she wishes lived somewhere else. She's been writing for a four and half years and can't imagine ever returning to her previous day job of real estate and property management. Type of Books: C.J. spins tales containing adventure, intrigue, action, a little bit of mystery, and a whole lot of steam. She firmly believes hot monogamy exists and all her books, whether erotica, urban fantasy, or contemporary erotic romance, reinforce her views on the magic two people can share.
Author Bio: Kristen Painter likes to balance her obsession with shoes and cats by making the lives of her characters miserable and surprising her readers with interesting twists. She currently writes award-winning urban fantasy for Orbit Books. Type of Books: Gothic urban fantasy featuring vampires, courtesans, shifters and fae.
AAD Welcome Bag Giveaway!
Saturday, August 24, 2013 10:28 PM
Beginning today, Desires of a Dark Lord will be available at the reduced price of $1.99 at Amazon. Stop by and pick up your copy while the promotion lasts!

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RELEASE DAY! Desires of a Dark Lord and a HUGE giveaway!
Saturday, August 3, 2013 03:22 AM
Happy Release Day to me!

I'm thrilled to announce that Desires of a Dark Lord is now available in both eBook and paperback via Amazon.com.

I can't tell you how excited I am to share this new series and the characters with all of you.

In celebration of release day, I'm giving away an autographed copy of the book to one of you. How do you enter to win this book? Well, it's simple. All I'm asking is that you post a review of this book on either Amazon, Goodreads, or BOTH. There are additional opportunities as well. The more you complete, the more entries you get and improve your chances of winning.

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