Please join me from today, April 27 to Sunday, April 29 as we hop around the internet sharing stories…
Here are the other participants:
|1.||Allison Merritt||2.||Romance With A Bite|
|3.||Lisa Kumar||4.||Eliza Lloyd|
|5.||Lacey Wolfe||6.||Ella Jade|
|7.||Tamaria Soana||8.||Theresa Stillwagon|
|9.||Bella Street Writes||10.||Further Explorations|
|11.||Ahmad Darkside’s Musings||12.||Anne Glynn’s smut|
|13.||Books Are Cool||14.||The Dark Lake Book Blog|
|15.||Jennifer Lowery||16.||Window Over the Sink|
|17.||D’Ann Lindun||18.||Cera duBois|
Remember to leave a comment (with your email address) on every blog you visit to increase your chances at winning the awesome grand prize at the end–a giftcard to Amazon or to Barnes and Noble, your choice. The winner will be contacted by Allison Merritt after Sunday.
I will also chose one poster from my blog to win a copy of my upcoming release A Hunter’s Angel. (I will contact the winner via email after the drawing next week; however, I cannot send you the book until July 20th which is my release day.)
Now for an original never-before-published short story…..coming soon to Amazon and Smashwords
Fifty years of war with the humans and the loss of his lifemate has jaded newly crowned vampire King Darius Constantinos. At a reception for the new king, the beautiful Queen Anastasia approaches Darius with an offer he can’t accept without betraying his heart, but how can he refuse the peace she promises?
Sometime in the future…
Why was he here? Darius hated parties. He moved away from the servant after receiving a glass of deep red wine. As he lifted the expensive merlot mixed with blood to his lips, he looked around at the many guests here to celebrate the crowning of the new king.
After hours of shaking hands and playing nice to the human dignitaries, he was finally free to mingle.
Damn, he wanted to get the hell out of here.
He found his brother on the dance floor with his wife. Lucian was everything the American vampires needed in their victory in the war with the humans. Why the hell did they think Darius would make a good king?
Maybe he could make an excuse of some pressing business and escape.
Darius looked around again. Right. Everyone he’d have business with was in this room.
He turned at the voice of his son. The young vampire bowed.
“Markus, please. I’m still your father.” He waved the boy’s actions away.
Boy? His son had turned a century this past winter.
“As you wish, Father.” Markus’s shoulders dropped and his eyes dulled.
“What’s on your mind, my son?” Darius rested a bejeweled hand on his shoulder.
He glanced away. “I wish Mother could have been here today.”
Darius closed his eyes. “Me, too, son.”
For fifty long years, ever since a careless group of vampires went on a killing spree and compromised the secret existence of the vampires, Darius led the fight for their survival.
The winner of the copy of A Hunter’s Angel is