What is your favorite thing about Alpha Heroes? Well, we authors are ready to share our favorite Alpha Males, our favorite things about them, and everything sexy and heated about those Alpha Males you can think of. *wink* Starting on Friday and ending on Oct 22nd, over 200 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about those sexy men we know and love.
And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.
But that’s not all….
We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!
Now what are those prizes?
Overall Prizes:
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!
My Prizes:
1 Poster will be chosen to win a custom designed jewelry piece crafted by me
2 Posters will be chosen to win a PDF copy of my short story Bloowine
1 Poster will be chosen to win a PDF copy of A Hunter’s Angel
PLEASE COMMENT WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS TO QUALIFY!!!
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The topic of the weekend’s hop is Alpha Heroes and I decided to have my favorite alphas sit down and talk to me today.
I’m talking to vampires, Ian McHenry from A Hunter’s Angel and Austin Calhoun from A Hunter’s Blade here on Cera’s blog. And the heroes of my upcoming contemporary Westerns—Special Forces Commander-turned-cowboy Dylan Quinn from Gambling On A Secret, country music superstar Seth Kendall from Heartstrings, and Sheriff Zack Cartwright from newly contracted Gambling On A Heart over on Sara’s blog… So, make sure you hop over there, too, for a chance at more awesome prizes.
Cera: Thanks for coming by to talk to my blog readers this weekend, gentleman. Let’s start with Ian from A Hunter’s Angel. How do you feel your long history and all the events you’ve encountered has made you a text book alpha hero?
Austin: *laughs and slaps Ian on the shoulder* Can’t wait to hear this one.
Ian: *raises his brow at Austin* Your turn is coming. *smiles at me* There isn’t much I haven’t done or seen in my 439 years—most of which I’m not proud of. I wouldn’t call myself a hero of any kind.
Cera: Indulge me and my readers, if you will. Trust me; you’re an alpha hero.
Austin: If you say so.
Ian: *glares at Austin with bright white/blue eyes*
Cera: Let’s continue. How do you protect those you care about? Does it always work?
Ian: I’d do anything to protect those I care about. And Austin wouldn’t be a vampire if things always worked out. For a long time I didn’t let mortals get close to me. Until I joined the FBI. Brad Morris and I hit it off and before I quite knew what was happening we’d become best friends.
Then he set me up with Grace. She soon became the most important thing in my life, but I knew I’d only hurt her. So, I left her to keep her safe. It tore me apart, but I did it to protect her.
Of course, when we met up again in Clayton, I had to keep her close to protect her from the killer, and that was the hardest and easiest thing I’ve ever done. l still had to protect her from me, too. Not so sure I succeeded in t his last part or not.
Cera: Austin, in A Hunter’s Blade you’re a new vampire who is trying to follow Master Pomeroy’s code. How does this struggle make you an alpha hero?
Ian: *chuckles, and Austin glares at him.*
Austin: *rubs the back of his neck* I don’t ever give into the demon inside. Simple as that. I don’t let the monster my sire tried to turn me into out. Not sure what that makes me.
Cera: You protect Brigit even though you weren’t a 100% certain she wasn’t the killer. Why did you do that?
Austin: Oh, man. That’s a complicated question. I’m not so sure I was thinking beyond my growing feelings for her at that point. I would have walked through hell for her. Still would.
Don’t you have some blurbs or excerpts? I’m not good at answering questions.
Ian: Excellent idea. I’m not much for twenty questions.
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A Hunter’s Angel, book 1 of The Hunter’s Daggers Series
Blurb:
The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart. Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness. But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…
Excerpt:
“I’m in love with the man inside the vampire.” Grace moved her hand to thread through his silky hair. When she rested the other over his heart, a soft sigh escaped his lips. Underneath her palm, the slow beat was barely noticeable.
His thumb grazed her cheekbone and slowly trailed down to the hollow of her throat. Her breathing quickened at the zinging anticipation as he caressed the pulse point where he’d claimed to have taken blood from her. He glanced at the spot with eyes as haunted as he sounded. “I’m not a man.”
“But you were once.”
He met her gaze again. “Yes, once.”
His fingers lingered over her pulse. Her heart raced under his touch. She tilted her neck as if his touch awakened some base instinct to offer the sacrifice. “Do you still want my blood?”
Ian stepped away and locked his wide-eyed gaze onto hers. At last, he rasped, “No, I don’t want your blood. Oh, God, I still crave it. You have the sweetest I’ve ever had, but I will never hurt you again.”
She didn’t know what possessed her to do so, but she whispered, “You can take…some of it.”
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he acidly said, “No, Grace. I can never taste your blood again. It would kill you.”
Fear of what she’d wanted him to do tumbled through her. She stepped away, and for a moment, she considered telling him to leave. How did she know any of this was real? She couldn’t imagine she’d ever freely offer a vampire her blood. Did she really believe him? He was sucking her into his insanity. But if this was true and he could make people do things against their will, maybe he could control her feelings.
“Maybe I should go?” Ian backed away another step and headed toward the counter where he’d left his dagger. He turned back to her with the sheath in his hand. Her heart shattered with the knowledge that, if he walked out the front door, she’d never see him again. “Goodbye, my sweet angel.”
His jagged murmur ripped at her soul as his eyes took on a blazing intensity and snared hers. She felt a pressure in her mind, and she knew what he intended to do. He wanted to erase her memories of him.
No!
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A Hunter’s Blurb, book 2 of The Hunter’s Daggers Series
Blurb:
Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?
Excerpt:
When preternatural power touched her nape, Brigit assumed Bo Reynard was back, which was unusual. He never came in on Wednesdays, the slowest night of the week. Brigit set a margarita before a woman flirting with one of the other regulars at the end of the bar and took the man’s money for the woman’s drink.
After closing the cash drawer, she turned and sucked in a breath. The most beautiful pair of hazel eyes she had ever seen stared back at her from the other end of the bar.
The cowboy vamp removed his hat and set it on the empty stool beside him. Grinning at her, he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Hello, there. I’ll have a glass of red wine,” he said in a voice as smooth as Kentucky bourbon.
She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and earthy spiciness tickled her senses. How did he smell that damned good? He’s supposed to smell like a rotting corpse. “Uh…which one?”
He shrugged with wry amusement playing on his lips. “What was my friend drinking the other night?”
“Syrah…the most expensive red wine I have.”
He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and flipped it open to take out a bill. “I’ll have a glass of that.”
A moment later, she set the glass before him and told him the price.
He handed her a bill and smiled. “Keep the change.” Before she could turn away, he said, “So, how long have you lived here? I’m new in town.”
She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “Yes, I know. You bought the Wagner ranch. Just moved in. Your name is Austin Calhoun.”
He raised an eyebrow and picked up the glass. “Checking up on me?”
“I like to know who all my neighbors are.” She bent closer and hissed, “So when they start dropping dead I know who the prime suspects are.”
He leaned over the edge of the bar, peered deeply into her eyes. The image of him closing the distance and covering her mouth in a kiss zapped through her. His low-pitched voice did nothing to ease the erotic vision.
“Interestingly, I like to know my neighbors for the same reason, Brigit Wolfe, werewolf.” She narrowed her eyes and fisted her hands. His voice dropped even lower as he said, “You didn’t answer my question. How long have you lived in Silver Creek?”
She wanted to turn away, but something in those amazing eyes made her stay, and even more alarming, answer his nosy question. “Almost a year—this time. Why are you here? I know it wasn’t for the wine.”
Straightening his spine, he sipped from the glass and shrugged. “I thought I’d drop in to see you.”
“You’ve seen me, now leave.” She turned away.
Austin snorted. “Not so fast, puppy.”
She faced him with her hands fisted at her sides. “Oh, that’s mature. You think because you’re one of Lucas Pomeroy’s pet bats you’re so much better than the rest of us.”
He smirked and set his glass on the bar. “You do know I can’t turn into a bat, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled, infuriating her further.
“I follow a different code of ethics, you could say, than most of the damned and undead.” He looked around.
With only an hour before closing, there were only a handful of people in the place. When he locked those shifting golden-gray-green eyes on hers, she shivered.
“I think we should have a private chat after you close.” The serrated edge of his voice sawed through her. “I have some questions and want to get all the facts straight before I become judge, jury, and executioner.”
A cold lump fell into her stomach, but she fought the urge to run and leaned closer. Her mouth so dry she had to lick her lips to speak. “I’m not the one doing the killing, bloodsucker.”
“Then you shouldn’t mind helping me find out who is.”
Brigit spun away to take an order for a drink. How could she help him find the killer when she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she hadn’t attacked those humans?
Available now at Amazon and everywhere January 2, 2013.
I’m offering an excerpt from A Hunter’s Angel (book 1 of the Hunter’s Daggers), showcasing vampire Ian McHenry…The 438 year old hunter who searches for his own kind and destroys those who prey upon humans. As an Agent in Charge, he and his FBI team are in Clayton, Pennsylvania, to track down a vicious serial killer, who Ian knows is a vampire he’s hunted for over a hundred years—his very own brother.
Cera duBois 