Monday, June 30, 2014

Meet Amii Sloane from Amii's Angel by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Sneak Preview of Amii’s Angel/Natalie-Nicole Bates

Hello Readers!

My name is Amii Sloane. I am the heroine of Amii’s Angel, the upcoming contemporary romance by author Natalie-Nicole Bates. Natalie-Nicole has offered me this opportunity to introduce myself, and tell you just a little bit of what you can expect from Amii’s Angel.

I am true-crime writer. Well, I was a true-crime writer. I wrote a very successful book about the serial killer August Murphy—a serial killer who fancied himself a vampire.  Then I sort of…lost myself. Have you ever had that happen? Nothing makes you happy any more? You’ve lost your passion for what you love to do?

Now I find myself living out of a sublet, and the renter is returning soon from Europe. I’m living off of savings, and doing research for other authors. Not to mention, I’m helping to support my mother, who is living in an assisted living facility, suffering from what the doctors call ‘Early Onset Dementia’.

So, I need to make decisions—quick.

I recently ran into a ghost from my past. His name is Ryan Maine. When I knew him a long time ago, he was a cut-throat lawyer who cross examined me during the trial of the man who murdered my sister.

I have hated Ryan Maine ever since.

Then, out of the blue, he hits on me at a party for a screenwriter friend of mine.

Can you believe that? He hits on me! Doesn’t remember me, obviously. So I tell him. You can imagine his shock!

So, you think it would end there, it doesn’t.

Ryan Maine wants me to work for him as a personal assistant, in a town called Unity, which is three hours from where I live. I figure he wants to brainwash me, and induct me into his cult of sycophants.
Ryan has a powerful bargaining chip—In addition to his legal consultancy business, he also writes for two highly successful television series. I tell you, some people are just born lucky, and Ryan Maine is one of them.

And I want his job.

So, I have a very difficult choice to make. Do I accept a job from a man I despise, uproot myself, and take a very wild chance something good may come from it? At this point, let me say I am not a believer in taking ‘wild chances’.  Or will I be forced to find a 9 to 5 job that I’ll probably hate, find another apartment that won’t be half as nice as the one I currently sublet, and risk the chance my mother will need to be moved to a State run assisted living facility if I can no longer afford the co-payments on the facility where she lives now?

I fear my choice is obvious.

To be continued…

Amii’s Angel by Natalie-Nicole Bates, will be available late 2014 from Books To Go Now Publishing.

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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Night Music is Live! :)

Happy Summer Solstice! 

I've long looked forward to Night Music being released as its own Ebook...and finally here it is!

I originally wrote this short story while staying at Letchworth State Park, the location this romantic paranormal novella takes place at.  I also spent my honeymoon there too! It IS as beautiful and magical as described in the book. If you are ever in the Western New York Area, stop in and at least drive through the park to see the 3 separate waterfalls, the magnificent stonework, and the historic Glen Iris Inn.

Yes, this novella is set in Letchworth State park, a REAL state Park in Western New York. All the locations in the novella are real and as described in the work, such as Caroline's Cottage, the Glen Iris Inn, The Chalet, Inspiration Point, the graveyard, the trout pond, and the majestic waterfalls. I wrote this mostly to try to get people interested in the park, as the stonework its famous for is slowly falling apart, and it could use more people supporting it. I lived in New York all my life and never even knew it was there until I got married, yet I always knew about Niagara Falls, and that bothered me.

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Blurb: Grieving Krys Markman has come to lose herself in family memories at Letchworth State Park, and try to figure out her next step. Yet the unearthly beautiful music she hears each night stirs her soul to romance. Can its creator, the attractive vampire David Helm, heal her broken heart?

Excerpt: Someone was playing music. Groggily, Krys opened her eyes, and sat up in bed. Though her head was pounding and her eyes felt like sandpaper, her senses were awash in that same unearthly music. Yet this was a subtly different tune, more longing, more hopeful somehow than the other had been. Odder, it came from no violin; this was some kind of piano, or electric keyboard.
It had to be David.
Suddenly struck with a plan, Krys grabbed her cell phone, turning it on.
The next evening, Krys was ready and in position when dark fell. Soon after the sun disappeared, David appeared, again walking up the road toward the forest. She hurried to intercept him.
“I heard you playing again last night,” she said, stepping in front of him.
He looked at her innocently. “I’m sure you’re mistaken—”
Krys clicked playback on her phone. The melodious tune broke the silent night, drifting on the night air.
“That’s not on any radio,” Krys said. “It’s too original, for one thing.” She clicked off the recording. “What I don’t understand is why someone so talented doesn’t want to take credit for his work. You wrote that, didn’t you?”
“What do you want from me?” David said pointedly, folding his arms across his chest. “Sheet music to sell, or my autograph?”
“Just the truth. Who are you?” Krys asked. “Are you a famous musician?”
“I was once,” David said sadly, letting out a breath. “I was a lot of things once. But I’m not anymore.”
There was so much loss in his dark blue eyes. Krys stared into them, riveted.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Author Spotlight: Tara Fox Hall


I'm an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. I have a bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. My writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and
contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I am the author of the paranormal action-adventure fantasy Lash series and the vampire romantic suspense Promise Me series. I also coauthored (with Eric Dietrich) the nonfiction book Forbidden Conversations I divide my free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

Blurb:  In a desperate effort to halt her transformation to vampire, and stop her longing for the sultry Devlin, Sarelle willingly takes a drug to kill her desire, even as Danial prepares for the introduction of their son Theoron at a Vampire Gathering on New Year’s Eve. Faced with Theo’s betrayal at the eleventh hour, Sarelle must either trust in Danial to save her, or join forces with Devlin, revealing her secret desire for him.

“Get moving!” I said anxiously over my shoulder. “We have to hurry today.”
            My white German Shepherd, Ghost, looked over at me, then buried his head back in the high grass, searching eagerly for mice with Darkness, my black German Shepherd. I walked off without him, striding fast. My feet tangled in the tall pasture, slowing my passage and making me curse. Darkness bounded up beside me before I’d gone ten strides. Ghost followed, eager not to be left behind.
            It was a beautiful October day, about fifty degrees or so. Despite the dark sky, the winter sun was out, its weak warmth barely registering. Yet I closed my eyes and basked in it anyway, thinking sadly of Danial. He would never feel the sun on his skin again.
            Danial was vampire. I’d met him a little more than three years ago. From the moment he’d entered my world, everything had changed.
            We’d had our ups and downs, especially when I’d chosen his best friend Theo over him. But when Theo was taken right after we’d become engaged and my world had collapsed, it was Danial who’d seen me through, and helped me raise Theo’s daughter, Elle. We’d also had a child of our own, a son named Theoron. Despite we weren’t together now, I still wore Danial’s fang marks on one side of my throat, and the choker he’d given me with his symbol of the golden fox head around my neck, its twin ruby eyes twinkling. Most of my reasoning was security. I’d been hunted by one vampire or another the last few years. Manir, the vampire who’d attacked Danial’s home a month ago in an effort to kidnap Theoron and me, was still at large.
            Manir wasn’t what had me upset today. I was worried about seeing Danial and spending the night with him, wondering how my husband Theo was going to take it.
            Theo had survived his overseas capture and torture, which had lasted more than a year. I’d discovered him living in Wyoming six months ago in a tumultuous relationship with a werecougar, one of his own species. We’d married soon after, and he’d returned to New York with me, going back into business with Danial. But what had seemed so simple had quickly become a mess of epic proportions.
Elle had a hard time accepting Theo’s return. Danial was her dad as far as she was concerned, and she didn’t want another. Theo and she had grown closer in the months that he’d been back, but she still favored Danial.
            Theoron had remained with Danial when Theo and I moved back into my old house. I could hold my son now, and he no longer tried to bite me for my blood, but he was still aging much quicker than a human child, faster even than Elle was as a werecougar. He was the only dhamphir known to exist. Vampires were sterile by nature. Though a potion existed that had been formulated to let male ones become fertile, it almost never resulted in a pregnancy, and had never before worked well enough to produce a child. Because of Danial’s success with me, many vampires were now very interested in our baby and me.
            One of those was Devlin, Danial’s brother. When he’d saved me from an evil gangster a month ago, sustaining wounds I’d given him blood to heal, he’d turned on me, seducing me with the threat of force. Sometime in that day we’d spent in pleasure, he’d fallen in love, or so he swore. He was in South America right now, waiting for me to join him wearing the choker he’d sent me. But I wasn’t going, even though the thought of him still weakened me with desire.
            Aside from the fact it was morally wrong, I couldn’t risk it. I’d developed symptoms of turning in the last month, either from the years with Danial, the intense lovemaking with Devlin, or some mix of the two. What that meant was I’d become afflicted with wantonness as soon as I was around a vampire, my body’s only thought on how to finish the turning process. Worse, any vampire capable of turning me was also drawn to me in this state. A week ago that had become apparent, when uncontrollable desire struck Danial and I, compelling us not only to have sex but exchange blood.
            Afraid, we’d consulted Terian, Danial’s half-demon sorcerer. He’d suggested weekly sessions for me with Danial, and round the clock guards, so I’d not be able to find any unscrupulous vampires to bed or give my blood to. Danial himself would sate my desires with sex while making sure not to exchange any blood or bodily fluids with me. Supposedly, I’d change back fully to human when enough time had passed, though the actual time span wasn’t known for certain.
            Theo wasn’t happy about this at all, but I’d told him I was going ahead with it. Tonight he was going to give me his answer on whether he was going to stay with me, or wanted a separation. I wasn’t worried, upsetting as that option was to me. Danial had already asked me to stay with him if Theo left. We’d gotten through something similar years ago when I was pregnant, and I had faith in him…
I put my foot squarely in a mud puddle. Swearing under my breath, I yelled again for the dogs. “Hurry up, guys!” They bounded up beside me, and then passed by, trotting alertly down the woodland path. I followed them, trying to let the peacefulness of my surroundings calm me down.
The forest was serenely beautiful. The last leaves had fallen in a huge rainstorm last night, and the cloudy sky could be seen through their bare branches. Instantly the blue reminded me of Theo’s eyes. I let out a sigh.
            Asking my husband for permission to bed his best friend made me ashamed, no matter the reason was logical. But what worried me most was that this crisis I was going through would drive Theo back into the arms of Aspen, the woman I’d found him with in Wyoming. My only relief was in knowing that the other woman he loved named Tasha was already the wife of someone else, and with the way he’d left things with Aspen, she was unlikely to ever take him back.

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