What’s up my lovelies? I have another amazing author here for
you!
Today on the blog, we have the multi-talented Theresa Meyers. Ms.
Meyers has a new release out entitled The Half-Breed Vampire via Harlequin. It
just released on February 21st. Both the cover and the prestige of
Harlequin totally sucked me in. And luckily, I was granted a copy of the book
for review. You are sure to see the review up within a few days. But until
then, here is a little about Ms. Meyers.
**THERESA MEYERS**
**BIOGRAPHY**
(Here is
a portion of Ms. Meyers bio taken from her website. You can view the rest by clicking here.)
To say I lead a double life is putting it
mildly. Everything about me could be a contradiction. City girl and country girl: I was the city girl who grew up in a small town, literally. We moved from San Jose, California, where my biggest kick was shopping with my friends and ice-skating at the indoor rink when I was 13, to a 75-acre sheep ranch on the edge of the small town of Sutherlin, Oregon, which had a smaller population for the entire town than the congregation at my church in the Bay area. My high school graduating class was under 100 people.
The
writer who was journalist, publicist and novelist: I never intended to either write books or be in public
relations, they both sort of happen as an extension of my love of writing. My
experience in the publishing industry is varied. I started out writing on the
school newspaper in junior high, more as a dare by my boyfriend when I wanted
to prove that anything he could do, I could do just as well. From the moment I
saw my first article in print, I was hooked. My first short story, “My Mother
Unusual in a Normal Sort of Way” was published
by Merlin’s Pen in 1987. I wrote for the paper all through high school and into
college. Then I worked at a daily newspaper where I became the “messenger of
death” from the day editor to the night editor . . .and I was too afraid that
the cliché kill the messenger might turn into a reality, so I quit, got married
to my high school sweetheart at 19 and started college, focusing on mass
communications.
I began dabbling with a
story in my head, but even after paying for a Writers Digest Course, didn’t
manage to finish it and stuck it away. I started work in public relations for a
big corporation and then for the largest agency in Arizona. Meanwhile the writing bug wouldn’t
shut up. I joined Romance
Writers of America in 1993, took out the story that wouldn’t leave me
alone, and decided to finish it. Along the way I quit working at the agency
because of my daughter’s birth and started magazine freelancing to help make
ends meet. Since then, I’ve kept writing more stories.
From
writer to publicist and back again: So how
exactly did I go from being a writer to a publicist and back again? I was
writing on my books and doing pr on the side for restaurants, small businesses,
hotels and the like. A dear friend, (Cherry Adair, love her books) asked me to
do some publicity work on her upcoming book and I agreed – but told her, I
don’t publicize books. From that one incident, a new business was created. It
morphed into Blue Moon Communications, a public relations firm focused on
promoting fiction authors, which is best know for getting their clients
selected as two of the seven picks of the Kelly Ripa Book Club on LIVE! With
Regis and Kelly. (You can find me at my day job at www.bluemooncommunications.com.)
Now I work two jobs, publicity and writing the books, well, three if you count
being a mom.
Like I said, a life
full of contradictions, but hey I’m a Gemini, which pretty well sums it all up.
WOAH! I have a lot in common with Ms. Meyers! *nods* And, yes,
being a mom ABSOLUTELY counts as a job! So how about we find out a bit more
about Ms. Meyers? Yes? Right. Thought you’d say so.
**INTERVIEW**
Tell us a
little about your current release The Half-Breed Vampire.
It’s the story of a
vampire who thinks he knows precisely who he is until a mortal law enforcement
officer asks for his help and during the course of their investigation they end
up uncovering his past, which rips apart everything they both thought they knew
about their worlds. Oh, and I got to mix my vampires and werewolves for the
first time in the same character!
Here’s the bit from the
back cover:
Ignorant of his true
heritage, half-breed Slade Donovan is fated to feel like an outsider among his
clan. Until a mysterious woman arrives with the ability to unlock his
secrets—and make him crave a future he never believed he could have….
As a game warden, Raina Ravenwing has only one mission in the Cascade Mountains: to hunt down a pack of rare wolves that is terrorizing her tribe. Her instant attraction to Slade is a distraction the beautiful wolf whisperer can’t afford, unless she agrees to let him help her. Yet working so closely together only intensifies their passion…even as the unfolding truth of Slade’s identity threatens everything Raina holds sacred.
As a game warden, Raina Ravenwing has only one mission in the Cascade Mountains: to hunt down a pack of rare wolves that is terrorizing her tribe. Her instant attraction to Slade is a distraction the beautiful wolf whisperer can’t afford, unless she agrees to let him help her. Yet working so closely together only intensifies their passion…even as the unfolding truth of Slade’s identity threatens everything Raina holds sacred.
Sounds
steamy! What about Slade and Raina made you want to put them together?
They’re complete
opposites, but perfect for one another. Slade was a street kid, who has a deep
distrust of law enforcement and a vampire, who has a great distain for
Werewolves. Raina is a Game Warden (which in Washington means she’s also a state police
officer) and she’s also member of a tribe that has kind of ancestor worship
relationship with the wolves, so she has a deeper connection to them than most
as her tribe’s Wolf Whisperer-aka, their physical link to reach the ancestors.
Both of them are alike in that they both love motorcycles, they are both deeply
linked to their communities, and they both think they are right the majority of
the time.
Doesn’t
sound like they could be any more opposite than they are. Should make for some
nice conflict within the story. What is your favorite thing about this book?
I just adored the
cover…it’s the best one Harlequin has ever given me. I’m considering blowing it
up poster size just so I can look at the hero. LOL. But seriously, Slade is just
one of those heroes you just love. He’s bad boy, a bit snarky, but underneath
there’s a really wounded soul and a heart of gold, wrapped up in a sexy as hell
package of vampire with this wild streak of werewolf. How could I not like him?
Snark you
say? Snark equals win as far as I am concerned. And the cover is pretty
fantastic! *nods* This book is part of the Harlequin Nocturne line. Do you have
other books that go along with it?
Yes, they are all part
of the Sons of Midnight miniseries for Nocturne. All of them are individual
stories set in the same world, but there’s some connection between them so if
you read one you’ll notice characters from another. They are, The Truth About Vampires, The Vampire Who
Loved Me, The Half-Breed Vampire and coming out next year Her Big, Bad Wolf. Do you have to read
them in order? No. Do you get a little something extra if you do? Yes. But I
try to make each and every story a complete, engaging read.
Yay! The
readers love to hear that a book they enjoy has even more to offer as part of a
series! You also write Steampunk. What made you want to write in different
genres and do you have a preference for one over the other?
When I started writing
romances I was writing straight historical romances. I had all kinds of ideas
for them, but it was when the historical romance market was just beginning to
tank. I originally had the ideas for my paranormal hunting brothers in the wild
weird west back in 1996, but back then you couldn’t get anyone to look at
something like that. It had too much sci-fi fantasy to fit into the romance
genre and too much romance to be taken seriously in the sci-fi fantasy
publishing world. Frankly, I love writing both of them and my other dark fae fantasy
series for Entangled because all the worlds are so different. Steampunk just
happens to be my favorite of the moment because it combines both historical and
paranormal elements for me, so I get to do a lot more. Besides, have you ever
seen a steampunk costuming? It’s just fun.
I have
seen Steampunk costumes. They are fabulous! When did you begin your journey as
an author and what pulled you in the direction of writing?
I started telling
stories long before I could write. I’m dyslexic, so both reading and writing
were torture for me before about sixth grade, but I loved to have my mother
read to me. She’d set up a tape recorder and let me tell my own stories and
then draw the pictures that went with them. It wasn’t until junior high that I
got a first taste of writing for an audience with the school paper. After that
I was kind of hooked. I thought I wanted to be a newspaper reporter, but then I
got a fiction idea in my junior year of high school that wouldn’t let go. I
started writing on my first novel at 17 and I’ve been plugging away at it ever
since. I think my journey took longer than most because it was always something
I did for myself on the side. My “real” job was public relations. It wasn’t
until I decided that I wanted to switch and making writing my “real” job, that
things really started to happen, and even that took ten years, two agents and
several books.
Sounds
like a familiar tale. I never used to realize that books don’t just happen.
They are a process that oftentimes takes a very long time to see through to fruition.
Any special quirks or habits when writing?
I always create a
soundtrack to each story when I write and I listen to it in the same order
every time. For The Half-Breed Vampire,
the song Monster by Lady Gaga was played a lot! I also tend to pick a certain
scent of candle that I’ll burn only while I’m writing on that story. Scent is a
powerful memory trigger.
I don’t
know how authors write with music. I get it. It just seems like it would be
distracting. But I have heard more and more that soundtracks play a large part
in the writing process. Any advice you’d like to share for aspiring writers?
Sit down and write. A
lot of people say, oh, I’ll write when I have more time. Guess what, been
there, done that. You never get more time. Either you are going to sit and
write that one sentence, one paragraph or one page a day or you aren’t. If you
truly want to be a writer, stop waiting. Make it happen now in whatever little
bits you can in your life.
Great
advice! I hear that “excuse” a lot as well. Don’t wait! Make like Nike and
Just. Do. It! What is one thing you know now that you wish you had known when
you first started writing?
How to structure a plot
using a plot board. It would have made getting all the details floating around
in my head so much easier to track so I wouldn’t miss anything.
Interesting.
I have often wondered how authors keep everything straight; especially with
multiple books! Any upcoming projects you would like to tell us about?
Thanks for asking!
Actually, in April my next steampunk romance, The Slayer, will be out from Kensington. I’ll also have three
contemporary romances coming out from Entangled over the summer and a novella
in the Holiday with a Vampire
anthology out from Harlequin Nocturne at the end of the year. Things are busy!
Fabulous!
We lurve to hear about upcoming projects! Busy authors mean more books for us
to enjoy! *nods* And congratulations on the upcoming release! How do you keep in
contact with your readers (FB, Twitter, etc.)?
I’m usually on Twitter
for a bit every morning and while I have a Facebook page, I’m not there nearly
as often, perhaps a few times a week. But I always try to respond to reader
emails through my website or to people who want to chat on Twitter. Also blogging with the other Lolitas of
Steamed..
Do you
have any other hobbies or interests besides writing?
Oh yeah! I’m a bit of a
tea addict. I try to have tea with my other non-writing mommy friends once a
week to keep my sanity especially when I’m writing back to back to back for
months on end. This year alone I’ll write at least six complete books. We
usually all bring something to contribute to lunch and it’s two hours that
makes my week.
Mmmm …
tea! Hot or cold, I love it! Tell us one thing that readers wouldn’t know about
you.
I had all my wisdom
teeth taken out when I was 16. Truly miserable. They even had to drill holes in
my jaw bones to extract them.
Good
lawd! Thanks for the bad memories. My teeth literally hurt now. I think I was
about 16 too and I got dry socket. That was craptastic! *shudders* If you could
travel back in time, where would you go and who would you meet?
I think it would have
been a blast to meet Queen Victoria.
I think she was an incredibly strong woman and to have seen her at the height
of her influence and ask her how she would like to have seen the world change
would have been fascinating.
Interesting
choice! What is your favorite holiday?
Oh please, Halloween of
course!
*snort* Favorite
place you have ever visited?
I still love the Winchester
Mystery House in San Jose, California. Went there several times as a
kid and it never fails to completely suck me in. I have a secret dream (okay,
perhaps not so secret now) of someday doing a steampunk book signing event
there!
Ha! I was
there a long time ago! Maybe
I can find a picture and post it. Do tell if that dreams comes true. My parents
live in Lodi
still. I would totally visit them and go to the signing!
Ha! Found it! And that is only the front of it! That place is
crazy huge, like WOAH!
Opposites:
1 thing that never fails to make you happy and one thing that never fails to
make you see red..
Listening to my kids
laugh never fails to make me happy. Having someone talk to me like I’m stupid
always makes me see red.
Oh heck
yes! I totally agree with both! Long hair or short hair on a guy?
Short.
Do you
have any hidden talents?
I’m a
certified open water scuba diver. I’ve sewn clothes since I was eight. I bake a
mean apple pie, make blackberry wine and enjoy painting. Does that count?
Oh
NOOOEEESSS!!! I am deathly afraid of the ocean! Bad snorkel memory, and totally
afraid of seaweed touching me, and sharks! ACK! But good for you! *grimaces* Sewing
rocks! I love to cross-stitch also! Can’t paint worth a lick, but I can bake,
bake, bake! So, yes! They absolutely count! Caffeine or Decaf?
Caffeine,
yeah baby! I need my morning tea.
Almond
Joy or Mounds?
Seriously,
if it’s covered in chocolate who cares?
*snort*
For serious, Yo! Do you have any phobias or fears?
I HATE
HEIGHTS! Seriously, I live in the Seattle
area, and I WILL NOT go up into the Space Needle despite much teasing by my
family.
Heights
seems to be a very common fear. Interesting. Tell us one random piece of
information that you could have lived your whole life without ever knowing?
That there’s a sheath
cleaning product for horses called Excalibur. Had to do promotions for it when
I worked in the PR department at Farnam Companies, which is kind of the Proctor
& Gamble of the animal industry. And if you don’t know what a sheath is,
let’s just say it’s for boy horses only.
ROFLMAO! Too funny! I worked in a veterinary hospital for six
years and the vet had been a large animal vet prior to starting his small
animal practice. Oh the stories he had to share! How much fun was that interview? So hows about
I tell you all about the book now? Yes? Sound like a plan? Okay then. Here you
go.
**The Half-Breed Vampire**
Purchase your own copy
here!
**EXCERPT**
Total bliss only lasted
four hours.
Hey, Donovan. You got a
visitor. The sound of his commander, Achilles Stefano's voice echoed in his
head, waking him from a dead sleep and leaving his ears ringing.
Slade grimaced, turned
over in his tangled sheets. Talk about lousy timing. Can it wait?
No. Get your ass in
here.
What vampire on earth
would want to speak to him at this ungodly hour? Either something was wrong, or
was going to be. Slade grumbled. He grappled the sides of his sleeping spot, a
double-wide grave-sized hole carved out of the gray bedrock, the black satin
sheets pooling around his hips as he sat up.
He phased himself a
fresh-showered look and clean fatigues so he'd at least look presentable, then
focused pulling his energy together at his core, visualizing the security room
inside the clan headquarters, so he could transport.
An image of pale green
smooth walls and military issue furniture circa 1950 filled his mind, accented
by the musty smell that pervaded the room despite the heat thrown off by the
banks of flat-screen computers. A pull, centered at his navel yanked him by the
balls inside out as he transported from his position in the Cascade Mountains
to the complex system of passages and rooms fifty feet below the asphalt
streets and buildings of Seattle.
The minute his
particles knit back together he could see exactly why the hour was so damn
late, or rather so damn early. His visitor wasn't a vampire. It was the woman
from the woods, only now she was in full uniform for a state police officer - a
pair of olive green pants, a short-sleeved khaki shirt with matching olive green
breast pocket flaps and epaulets, a standard issue gun belt, ugly black shoes,
and her glorious ebony hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun at her nape. Damn.
Double Damn. The cop.
Before being brought
into the clan, he'd had his share of run-ins with the law and still felt
uncomfortable around cops. Even pretty, strawberry-scented ones. He glanced at
Achilles. His commander was one-hundred-percent pure golden Spartan warrior,
but his modern military-short hair cut was starting to grow out. His hard jaw didn't
flex in a smile, but the wicked twinkle in his unnaturally green eyes said he
knew something about this woman Slade didn't.
Slade shifted, crossing
his arms over his chest, forcing himself not to wince at the sharp sting in his
ribs that were still a little tender. "Can I help you?"
She extended a slender
hand. Her nails were short and mostly clean, only a few had fine traces of dirt
underneath.
"I'm Raina
Ravenwing, Mr. Blackwolf." She said smoothly, extending her hand. There
was no sign of recognition in her dark brown eyes. "Fish and Wildlife
Officer with the state wildlife department." She clarified, just in case
the emblem on her sleeve didn't do the job.
He stared at her hand
but didn't take it, and she let it drop. "Sorry, wrong guy. Last name's
Donovan. If that's it, I'm out of here." He turned on his heel, giving her
his back as he headed for the door.
"So you go by your
mother's maiden name?"
That stopped him cold.
His mother's maiden name? He didn't know whose name it was, let alone why he'd
used it for as long as he could remember. The only glimpse of his mother - at
least he thought it was her - were distorted slow-motion images he saw in his
daymares.
Dark hair, wide
brown-sugar eyes. A wide-generous mouth, which smiled one moment and screamed
the next. A wash of red blood and the howl of wolves.
To think Officer Raina
Ravenwing knew something about him that he didn't even know about himself
rankled. He turned slowly, facing her once more. "Couldn't tell you. Don't
know."
The petite woman
widened her stance, pulled her shoulders back and stiffened her spine.
"Well, Mr. Donovan, I've been told you're a wolf expert of sorts."
Her gaze flicked to Achilles briefly, disbelief evident in the firm set of her
generous mouth.
The dark hairs prickled
all along Slade's arm. Somehow, gut deep, he knew she wasn't here to talk about
just wolves. "I guess."
"Don't let him
fool you Officer Ravenwing. There's not another vampire who can track better
than Donovan." It was true. Slade's senses were more finely tuned than
most of the other vamps in the clan. That's why he'd been tapped to be in the
security detail by the commander himself. While his technical specialty was
explosives, tracking came in a close second. Very close.
She stuck her chin out
a bit, almost daring him. "What do you know about unusually large wolves
in our area?"
Slade brushed at the
slowly healing cut at his scalp line. Good. She didn't remember a thing. Weres
weren't something you talked about in polite vampire society, let alone with
mortals. They were less than mortal. A cruel joke of the gods. A cross between
an unpredictable animal and an unsympathetic mortal.
"Why?"
"There've been
reports of some rather unusual wolves causing trouble in the edges of the
Alpine Lakes Wilderness Area. The people are getting lathered up about it and
ready to go on a wolf hunt."
"So let
them."
Her eyes narrowed. She
crossed her arms over her chest, making her B-cup breasts jut out enticingly.
At least he thought they were B-cups. They might be just a shade larger, but he
wouldn't be able to tell unless he got his hands on them.
Whoa. Where had that
come from? Slade flexed his fingers, reigning in his wayward thoughts. She
wasn't even his type. Of course, who the hell did he think he was kidding?
Female was his type. It was police officer that wasn't.
"My job as a Game
Warden, Mr. Donovan, is to protect these animals and enforce the laws in this
state. The fact that they've returned at all and may be migrants from the
reestablished packs in Idaho or Montana is significant
enough. They're an important part of our ecosystem and until I find out who or
what is really behind these attacks, I'm doing my best not to let anyone near
those wolves."
The scrape on his scalp
was beginning to itch like holy hell and he wasn't really interested in her
long-winded eco lecture. "Lady, the wolves aren't in any danger. If you
want my advice, you'd do better to worry about keeping people away from
them."
"It's Officer
Ravenwing, Mr. Donovan, and that's about what I expected from a vampire."
She said the last word with such distain that Slade could smell the sulfur of
it like rotten eggs tainting the air.
Achilles stepped closer
placing a huge hand on her delicate shoulder. "Officer Ravenwing, Donovan
will be happy to help you with whatever you need to bring your investigation to
a close."
Slade glared at his
commander. What the hell? I don't want to be anywhere near her.
Achilles glanced back
at him, his words echoing loud and clear in Slade's head. She's part of the
mortals' law enforcers, so we will cooperate fully. We don't need them digging
up problems with the Wenatchee
Were Pack to put at our door. You'll help her or you'll be pulling day shift
for the next decade. Do I make myself clear?
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, sir.
Achilles gave the game
warden a nod, and she relaxed. "If you'll excuse me, Officer Ravenwing, I
have another pressing matter." He grasped her free hand and lightly
brushed the back of it with a brief kiss. "I'll leave you to fill Donovan in
on how you want this handled."
She gave Achilles a
generous smile that pissed off Slade even more.
She blushed slightly.
"Thanks for your help."
Achilles vanished in a
swirl of dark particles as he transported from the room leaving Slade alone
with the cop.
He glared at Officer
nature girl. Just because he had to help her didn't mean he had to like it.
"What do you need?"
"I need your help
tracking one of them down so I can find out if they've established a new pack
from the groups further east, or if they are a new breed or rare mutation. And
find out what's really going on with this rash of incidents."
Damn. Double Damn.
Sure, waltz in on the Were territory and give them a 'hey, whatz up?' Why
didn't she just ask him to go stake his balls to the ground and sunbathe nude?
That would be less painful. Well, maybe. "So you want me to go on a nature
hike with you?"
Raina restrained
herself from making a smart-ass comeback. If nothing else she was a
professional. She would have preferred to have Achilles go with her. At least
he could be trusted and had some respect for her badge. With Donovan it was a
whole other matter.
Everything about him
shouted 'danger', from the rumble of his deep voice and dark good looks to his
tiger-like topaz eyes. But it was his broad shoulders encased in black tight
black t-shirt and military cut camo fatigues and wide jaw bisected by a
devil-may-care dent in his chin that made him appear intriguing, which were an
even greater danger to any female in sight. That was, if he'd been her type.
Which he wasn't.
Something at the edge
of her mind nagged her. She'd seen him before. He'd done something horrible.
But no matter how hard she concentrated it floated in her memory just out of
reach.
"It's a bit more
complicated than that. There's an investigation currently underway. I need to
track one down and put a locator on it."
He glanced away,
sending not so subtle uninterested signals her way. "I'm sorry am I boring
you, Mr. Donovan?"
He shook his head.
"Locator. Please continue."
Raina was slightly
surprised he had actually been listening. "I need to know if there's only
one, or if there are more and if so, what the pack's territory is so I can
advise the state game department of potential impact on the local farmers and
the game in the area."
She didn't like the way
he narrowed his eyes. The air around him swirled with a potent mixture of
testosterone and wild side that were too intense to be comfortable. While his
commander was at least polite, Slade Blackwolf, or Donovan, or whatever he
wanted to call himself, was barely civilized.
He reeked of bad boy,
something she'd tried scrupulously to avoid since graduating the police
academy. If she got close enough she could probably smell motorcycle fumes and
leather on him if she tried. But she had no intention of getting that close,
now or ever. Getting mixed up with a bad boy was career suicide for a cop,
especially a young female cop, no matter what department she worked in.
This was business,
plain and simple. Being a game warden offered her an opportunity to help out
her tribe in a practical way instead of all the hocus-pocus they kept insisting
she was somehow tied to as part of their hopelessly outdated beliefs.
From what she'd been
able to discover he was her best chance at finding the elusive wolves. So far
everything else she'd tried had gotten her squat. And if things went on much
longer it wouldn't be just the state she'd have to deal with, the Feds would
get involved since her investigation was criss-crossing areas of the Wenatchee National Forest. She needed to find
those wolves. Now.
"Sounds like a
lost cause. Can't prove something's perfectly harmless when it's not."
Raina didn't like his
belligerent attitude any more than his bad-boy demeanor. "Look, if you
aren't capable of helping me-"
Between one breath and
the next she found herself wedged up against the wall. A hard male body too
dangerously close to her own in front and the rough edges of a cold brick wall
digging into her back. Power, like smoke billowing from a forest fire, rolled
off of him in waves. He pinned her, his arms on either side, a lethal look in
his golden eyes that was mesmerizing like a wild animal's. She'd never been
this close to an actual vampire before and it scared the hell out of her.
With an audible flick
his sharp fangs appeared out of the gums just above his very normal looking
teeth. His voice came out low, almost a growl. "I'm perfectly capable of
doing anything you could possibly need done, Officer Ravenwing. But let's get
one thing straight. You came to me. You need me. So if I tell you to jump when
we're out there bushwhacking, you don't ask why, you just jump. I don't want
have to explain to my commander why I came back with a dead game warden. Are we
clear?"
Rania managed to gather
enough moisture in her dry mouth to swallow, but words were beyond her. All she
could manage was a nod, her heart pounding so hard her pulse throbbed in her
fingers and toes.
All the resolve she'd
made to keep good and gone from bad boys of any kind began to dissolve, running
like heated honey through her veins. He was too close and it was too confining.
She tried to push against him, her hands on his broad chest, and found herself
falling forward and stumbling.
He'd dissolved beneath
her touch into nothing but smoke, then reappeared on the other side of the
room, in less time than it had taken her to blink. His large hand was where
hers had been a moment before, his eyes darker than before.
His voice came out
almost a growl. "Next time you touch me, it had better be because you want
to."
Holy Cow! What a fantastic excerpt! You want this book. You know
you do! Be sure to order your copy, or add it to your TBR list!
So, what did you think of the interview? Do you have questions
for Ms. Meyers? Have you read the book and want to add anything? Go ahead and
hit us up with whatever is on your mind. And here is a question from Ms. Meyers
for you to answer:
**QUESTION**
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appealing to you?
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I love vampires because they are dark, broody and almost always sexy!!! Thanks for the giveaway!!!
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Hi Traci ~ the brooding is probably the top on my list too. Of course the sexy helps as well. :) Good luck in the contest! And thanks so much for stopping by.
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ReplyDeleteThis looks like a great book. Thanks you for the great giveaway! :D
ReplyDeleteLooks like an amazing book! Cant wait to get my hands on it and read it!
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