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About the author:
Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel “Connor” is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the “Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess” series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always loved vampire novels and decided to write one. I waned to add twists to this story such as the history of vampires, intrigue & romantic suspense to bring it alive and I hope that I was able to do that.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She cared about nothing else, not even the castle, as his eyes devoured her. Surprising herself, she removed her red coat so he could see more of her. It may have been cool out, but being this close to him ignited something inside her. She turned away to take in the fresh air, hoping to lower her core temperature as her insides tingled with exhilaration. Without forethought, she glanced back at him seductively.
His eyes rolled over every inch of her curves, taking in the contour of her figure in her jeans and a black fitted sweater. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear that she could feel his hands rolling over every part of her, pressing up against her. She could only imagine what he was envisaging as his eyes appeared to make love to her. Her body reacted with a longing ache.
Her hands were eager to touch his, everything. She could hear Jared’s words of encouragement: “Take a chance.” But that was not her.
The stranger acknowledged her unspoken yearning with a raised brow. Fire shot through her. Her body reacted without her consent. As if drawn by invisible strings, she strolled over, reached up, pulled on his collar towards her and kissed him with fierce vigor. He lifted her up with ease, hugging her tiny waist, securing her with one hand while the other gripped her curls.
Her kissing was passionate, aggressive, like one who’d been starved. She knew nothing about him, other than that she coveted him. Her hands dug through his thick mane while plunging her tongue deep. Nothing but pure need made her react in such a way as she wrapped her legs around his svelte midsection. My God, she craved more. She wanted all of him, now.
…Octavia did the most peculiar thing. She bit his lip. She stared at the trickle of blood, for a second, then sucked the escaped sanguine that pooled. It was completely out of character. All of this was, on both of their parts.