Book Spotlight: Scarlet – Taming the Thirst

Welcome to another hump day treat. Today I am featuring T.L. Christianson’s book “Scarlet – Taming the Thirst”. This looks to be an exciting read and I got you a special excerpt. Stop by and check it out. Happy reading everyone :).

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Ahead, I could smell someone. Metallic blood and tangy sweat filled my nose. I licked my lips in anticipation.

I liked runners and I jogged to close the distance. From a few meters, I knew he heard me.

The runner’s speed increased as I neared.

His instincts were right, he should run.

The street lamp up ahead flickered and then died. My breath hitched in excitement, yearning to find my fix.

When the runner entered the unlit section, I called out, “Hey! Hi.”

Turning, he hesitated.

I knew what he saw.

Innocence.

My runner slowed and came to a stop, absentmindedly stretching. He took in a breath of relief, a smile beginning to curve the corners of his mouth.

I approached, amused and biting my lip hesitantly.

He took one step, then two. His heartbeat slowing from his lack of movement.

I neared, his hoodie within my grasp. The smell of his blood mingling with the woodsy cologne of his flesh lured me in another step. Then, I flew at him, my arms locking tightly around his torso making it impossible for him to escape.

The blood beneath his skin sang to me, and my fangs slid out, slipping noiselessly into the surface of his skin.

I sighed as his scarlet magic filled my mouth.

When my saliva hit his bloodstream like a shot of morphine, the runner embraced me like a lover. His fingers tangled in my hair adding to the excitement.

There would be no need to use compulsion on him; his memory would be hazy.

Would he think he had some crazy hook up?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Warmth flooded my senses as I devoured my fill.

My mind calmed and soothed with the euphoric high from his blood.

My pulse slowed, and relief began to inundate my body.

As a real vampire, a Moroi, I wasn’t undead like the myths. I remained alive, unaged and in my original physical state. I have a pulse and body heat too, which makes it incredibly difficult for a human to identify us.

Absentmindedly, I stroked his dark hair as I drank, vaguely aware of time passing, knowing I should stop, but unable to obey that little voice in the back of my mind.

The runner’s body slumped against me. Too much of his blood had passed my lips, gulp after lovely gulp, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t care. Drinking live was the best high I’d ever had. More and more, and more, unable to let this feeling of ecstasy stop…

Suddenly, I was yanked off my feet.

I gasped, and the warm liquid ran out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin.

Blinking, I tried to free myself from my stupor.

When my eyes focused, I yelled out, “What the hell?”

In front of me stood a Viking god with his hands on his hips and an exasperated expression. Losing myself in his eyes, I couldn’t stop staring. He had striking heterochromia; one eye was pale blue and the other a dark reddish-brown.

The black Chronos uniform suggested that he must’ve been assigned to “guard” me… I laughed in my inebriation. Yeah, guard me, my ass, this was more of a babysitting gig for the poor schmuck.

My previous guard quit last week. It was a surprise to have been assigned someone so quickly.

“You are Dr. Shepard? I can see we have a lot of work to do. You almost killed him.” When he spoke, an accent lilted his words and sent chills up my spine.

He motioned to his mouth. “You have some on your…”

“I know,” I told him, irritation in my voice.

I didn’t want his interference, but he had prevented me from killing again. I wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved.

“I’m working on controlling it,” I told him, wiping the dribble from my chin with the sleeve of my shirt.

Sitting on the sidewalk, I rested my head on my knees, the warm sensation draining away.

I’d been struggling with this problem for precisely six years today.

The Viking folded his arms and stood there watching me, feet apart, planted on the concrete.

He reached down and pulled me up. “Get up. You’ll live.”

I favored his stoic, no-nonsense approach to my problem. Any sympathy would have made me feel weak and awkward.

As we wandered the streets back to my house, I thought about the runner I’d attacked tonight. If it hadn’t been for the Viking, that man would’ve died. His life would’ve been over, and it would have been my fault.

Again.

My voice broke the still silence of the night, “What’s your name, Viking?”

He laughed at my nickname and looked over at me, his mouth quirked up at the corners. “Karsten Ingvar, but you can call me Sten.”

Our pace slowed to a stop, and I put my hand out for his. “Nice to meet you, Sten. Sten?”

“Yeah, Sten. Nice to meet you as well.” His warm hand enclosed my own for this second time, the sizzling, warming sensation of his proximity making me a little dizzy.

All humor fled his countenance as he dropped my hand, apparently recalling his duty.

Without his skin touching mine, a strange empty sensation pricked at me.

Looking out into the night, Sten motioned that we should keep walking.

“Are you new? I’ve never seen you at headquarters.” I asked, sliding him a sideways glance as his long strides ate up the sidewalk.

“Yeah, Mr. Vatia hired me last week. I flew in and got settled… It’s a good thing I started tonight…” His gaze flicked to me. “Unless you’re in the habit of doing that every night.” He gestured in the direction we’d come from.

I sighed out a silent laugh. “No, thank goodness. No.”

After several minutes went by, the silence weighed heavy on me. “Where are you from?”

“Denmark, but I’ve lived all over Europe. This is my first time living here in the States.”

“Oh.”

“Are you from…New York?”

“Born and raised,” I told him. “Except now I live here, in New Jersey…for my lab…that’s here…It’s cheaper real estate and Chronos Corp focuses mainly on pharmacology, and I’m a virologist, but they fund my research.” A blush spread up my neck. Why was I rambling so much? “So, did you know what you’d be in for when you flew all this way? It’s not exactly the dream job.”

His chest rumbled in silent mirth. “Yes. I’m what you call a specialist. I train new Moroi, usually soldiers but now I’m here to help you.”

I almost slapped myself. Mr. Vatia hired him? Aurev Vatia did not hire soldiers personally. I’d become a special case.

Was I really that bad?

My lips twisted, “Do you think you can help me? How long will it take?”

He nodded, “It’s different for everyone. For some people, they don’t suffer from thirst. For others, they will always struggle but can learn control.”

I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Waiting at a corner for a car to pass, I surreptitiously studied this new mysterious stranger in my life.

An image of the last person I killed flashed across my vision.

I needed to get ahold of myself.

Tears stung the backs of my eyes; I blinked them away.

My Viking just stood there, piercing a hole through my soul with his strange eyes.

Finally, he spoke. “Stop,” he cradled my face in his hands. “I’m not just a guard to keep you in check–

I’ve trained hundreds of soldiers. Now, I’m here to help you.”

I studied his face. I couldn’t help flicking my gaze between his different colored irises. His kind eyes were steady, and the corner of his lips quirked up into a sympathetic smile.

“I know. I’m just so relieved.” I whispered into the charged space between us.

Licking my lips, my mouth was suddenly dry.

The way he looked at me made me feel naked, even in the darkness of night. My Viking was straight out of my wildest dreams. Foreign, rugged and painfully handsome, he took my breath away.

When his fingers unthreaded from my hair and around my face, I noticed his pulse jumped.

Chemistry flew between us and maybe a few sparks, but I couldn’t go there.

I laughed and ran my fingers under my eyes. This was Aurev’s perverse sense of humor to dangle a man I couldn’t have in my face.

In my house.

Wherever I went.

But, I needed this damn hunger to end. A day without worrying and staying away from humans seemed impossible. Karsten was my lifeline, and I couldn’t screw this up.

“Is this my last chance?” I wondered aloud.

My Viking’s mouth curved up at the corner. “No, min lille heks, no. However, when I leave, you will be in control of yourself.”


The Book

v12Fans of Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) or Vampire Academy will love this paranormal romance series.

Scarlet is a must read if you like a little mystery with your paranormal romance!

A rogue scientist is infecting the Moroi of the world with a deadly disease, and one woman is willing to risk it all for the cure. Dr. Sarah Shepard doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s a renegade virologist who’s on a mission to find a cure. However, as a new vampire, her out-of-control bloodlust has ruined her marriage, taken her kids and continues to plague her at every turn. Karsten Ingvar is an elite Danish soldier who specializes in taming new vampires. When he takes an assignment to help the prestigious Dr. Shepard, he can’t help but be fascinated and compelled by her determination and beauty. Together, they begin to track down this madman, but the more they learn, the more questions they have. When Karsten’s centuries-old past steps between him and Sarah, she’s forced to make an unthinkable choice between her love for the soldier and her old life.

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The Author

T.L.ChristiansonT.L. lives in Colorado with her husband and two children. She’s a graduate from the University of Colorado in Boulder and an avid outdoorswoman. When she’s not outside or writing, you’ll find her playing the Sims, a new Nancy Drew Mystery game or watching some Netflix.

She’s always jotted down stories and even wrote her first novel at age 16. T.L. finally decided to share her stories with the world and pursue publication after a severe injury left her in the hospital. She was given a bleak prognosis with lots of restrictions. Fighting to overcome them, T.L. has defied her doctors expectations and now lives a normal life. Although she still struggles occasionally from the fallout of her injuries, she’s a fighter and wants merely to give her readers the joy and contentment that she feels when reading a good book.

For more information or to contact T.L. visit her at www.TLChristianson.com

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Book Spotlight: Alabama Rain

Heya everyone today I got a special treat for you. I will be featuring a book titled, Alabama Rain by PNR author Lana Campbell. If you love vampire romance books make sure to stop in to check this one out.

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As soon as Rain stepped into the room her father’s familiar scent greeted her like a harsh slap to the face. She knew she’d just stepped into a trap before her eyes settled on the disgusting scene her father had staged.

He was sitting beside Destiny’s hospital bed in the plush, blue vinyl chair she’d resided on earlier and Destiny was sitting across his lap, still wearing a hospital gown. One of his muscled arms was snaked around her waist. Rain watched his other hand, which had been resting at his side, raise. He held a small, shiny silver dagger with a pearl handle. Rain’s heart nearly stopped when he placed the razor sharp edge against Destiny’s throat. She’d seen her father use the thing before on hirelings that fucked him over. It was a deadly little weapon not even five inches long, but it could cut through flesh as if it were butter.

Destiny sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes went wide with fear. Her pupils were hugely dilated. So much so Rain could barely see the bronze irises. The teen’s body shook with a violence born of terror.

The last thing Rain took note of was her father’s eyes, which were riddled with hate and honed on her. She could sense rage brewing in him. It was right below the surface of what appeared to be a very calm, calculated demeanor. But Rain knew her father too well. He was not at all in control. He was incensed with her for stealing Destiny and this time it wouldn’t be her body that suffered the consequences of her actions. No. It was going to be Destiny that paid for her sins.

“Oh God, Papa, no!” Rain cried. She dropped her bags and fell to her knees assuming the most pleading, submissive pose she could manage around the desperation and fear flowing through her veins like quicksilver.

Her father ignored her. His steely gaze was now fixed on Mia. Rain couldn’t see Mia because she was behind her, but she didn’t have to in order to know the woman was entrenched in the same pool of crippling fear Rain found herself drowning in.

Seconds later she too made a plea for Destiny’s life. “Sir, please put the knife down. She’s just a little girl. Please have mercy.”

“Fuck your mercy, bitch. Neither one of these two ungrateful cunts deserve mercy.” As if to punctuate that fact, he pressed the knife deeper into Destiny’s tender flesh. “Make a sound and I’ll slit you ear to ear. Do I make myself clear?” he snarled into Destiny’s ear

Destiny wheezed as she inhaled, but she didn’t cry out. She didn’t even whimper. But it looked to Rain as if it was taking every ounce of effort she possessed to remain still and silent. She was so obviously terrified but holding it together like a real trooper. If she could just continue to do her part, Rain would gladly die trying to do hers, which would be to trade her places.

Oh fuck, he’d cut her, Rain realized when a thin stream of blood trickled down Destiny’s neck and soaked into the neckline of her hospital gown. Oh shit! What to do? What to do? Rain wanted to scream. No. She wanted to pounce on her father, wrangle that knife out of his hand and plunge it into his black, evil heart, but that wasn’t going to happen. She had only herself to use as a bargaining tool for Destiny’s life.

“Papa, what do you want me to do? Name it. I’ll do anything you ask if you’ll let her go.”

Her father made a noise, part snort, part laugh. “You’re going to do what I want you to do regardless of what I do to this girl. But because you took it upon yourself to take her away from me, I think I’ll make her pay for your insolence.”

Mia stepped up beside Rain and held out both of her hands in a supplicating way. “Look, I know what you are. I know you could care less about that child, but I do care about her. I’m Mia Davenport. I’ll pay you any amount you want if you’ll turn her over to me. Just give me a number and I’ll have the money to you right here within the hour.”

Rain’s father started laughing. “I know who you are and I could care less about you and your money. This isn’t about you. This is about two very bad girls running off. Now they’re both going to learn what happens to bad girls who run away.”

His hand that had been resting on Destiny’s stomach whipped up and grabbed a handful of her hair in a motion so quick had Rain blinked she would have missed it. In one swift, fluid movement, he yanked her head back and sliced deep into her throat. Blood sprayed outward from the ghastly wound pelting Rain’s face. Rain let loose a blood curdling scream. So did Mia. That brought nurses en mass to the room, but by this time of course it was too late for Destiny.


The Book

Lana Campbell Alabama Rain for printAlabama Rain Holden’s life is a dreadful and dangerous one as a thief of drugs for her father, drug lord Ken Holden. Rain hates her life, but she’s damned good at what she does. As a vampire with an acute sense of smell, she can sniff out any drug as well as a blood hound, enchant the human mule with the goods to be sold and relieve him or her of the product without the person never remembering the encounter.

One night her drug thievery takes her to Davenport Tower, an opulent forty eight stories of luxury condos owned by the handsome, vampire billionaire, Nate Davenport. Rain’s job that evening is to locate the sellers carrying seventy-five pounds of Columbian weed, steal it and return the goods to her father. Unfortunately, the heist going down in Davenport Tower’s parking garage is interrupted by none other than Nate Davenport himself.

Nate is incensed when he discovers Rain is a drug dealer operating on his turf. He embarks on a mission to catch her committing a crime so he can bring her before a vampire tribunal where she will pay for her crimes with her life. In his efforts to get the evidence Nate needs against Rain, he instead gets information he never bargained for. Once he learns her dark secret, that she’s been brutally forced into this life of crime by her maniacal father, Nate will stop at nothing to liberate her from her feral vampire father.

To survive in a world she hates, Rain adopts a bad ass persona. It doesn’t take Nate long to see the real Alabama Rain’s heart. She’s brave and fearless, kind and compassionate. She even puts her life on the line to save twelve young girls her father has turned into vampire drug dealers. Nate falls for her and hard. But Rain’s seedy, violent world may just cost him his life when Rain’s father discovers Rain and Nate have fallen in love.

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The Author

Lana Campbell LowResLana Campbell is the author of the Forever and a Night vampire romance series. All of her books are psychological thrillers. They each have a Christian element, a feel good message and a romance so sweet and hot they’ll leave you breathless. She loves writing paranormal romance and is an avid reader of it too. From the time she was fourteen Lana always had a romance novel in her backpack and was reading it after school, at school, wherever she could find a few minutes to read. Reading enticed her to write. She wrote her first book in 1995, but never considered publishing anything until much later. She got serious about publishing in 2014 and book one, Forever and a Night came out in 2016. There are currently six more stand alone books in her series. Lana lives in Pea Ridge AR with her oldest daughter, Jessica and a cat named Jenna. If she’s not writing you can probably find her at the nearest lake.

So what do I write?

Christian paranormal romance psychological thrillers. Quite a combination, huh? Well, my vampires are most unique. I can almost promise you won’t find them typical. Some are famous billionaires, a few are OB/GYN’s for vampires. I’ve also got a computer geek, a interior decorator and oh, last but not least a thief of drugs.
Each story has bigger than life heroes and heroines and you won’t be able to help getting invested in their lives and all their drama. There’s always a villain you’ll love to hate who will stop an nothing to destroy the MC’s lives and love.

All stories have a message of redemption in them, leaving you feeling good after the drama-drenched rollercoaster ride of danger and disasters for the hero and heroine.

You’ll get no cliffhangers with my stories. All stand alone and all have happily every afters.

If you’re looking to sink into a story that will sweep you away and leave you hungry for more, try the books in my Forever and a Night series. You’ll be glad you did.

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Book Spotlight: Souls and Shadows Box Set

Yippee it’s Friday! Thank the gods! It has been an interesting week for this girl. But this post isn’t about me and my life drama. No, it is about an awesome Paranormal Romance book that features well over 15 authors. You know the nice thing about this box set? You can snatch it up at your favorite retailer for 99¢. Limited time though so make sure to grab it while you can. Without droning on forever lets get into it and take a look at this book.


The Box Set

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Darkness has risen, and the shadows are calling.
Face haunting new worlds filled with paranormal creatures and breathtaking romance. Journey with beautiful beasts, sexy-as-sin vampires, soul-searing demigods, shadowy necromancers, and unlikely heroes as they fall in love and battle for good in this collection of fantasy adventures.
Will they survive the shadow’s call?
There’s only one way to find out.
Fans of Jim Butcher and Ilona Andrews will get lost in this heart-pounding magical collection of 25 tales from today’s USA Today bestsellers and talented new authors.
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The Authors

48167281_2025863547482939_4137965896071118848_nJulie Kramer is a young author who lives in small-town Ohio and loves to write YA Fantasy. She loves her heroines to be powerful and compassionate, and if there’s a magical creature in there somewhere, then more’s the better. When not writing she is taking college classes and works part-time at a restaurant.

Additional Authors Include:

USA Today bestselling author Heather Marie Adkins
USA Today bestselling author Lori Titus
USA Today bestselling author Normandie Alleman
USA Today bestselling author Nicole Morgan
USA Today bestelling author and RITA Award Winner Sharon Ashwood
Emerald Dodge
S.A. McClure
Anna Applegate
Tamar Sloan
Bella Andrews
Claire Davon
Robert Jeschonek
Candace Sams & Angelique Armae
McKayla Schutt
Julie Kramer
Jenny Foster
Michele Barrow-Belisle
Adrienne Blake
Dani René & Cora Kenborn
JT Lawrence
D.C. Gomez
Sabrina Ramoth
Stefan Lear & E.M. Whittaker
Calliope Bay
New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Hamilton