Thursday, January 26, 2006


Is she a hooker...or his soulmate?

The d’Argent vampire clan is chasing the Fox, a vampire serial killer whose madness threatens the existence of all their kind… Around the world, in cities and in the country, the search will go on until they destroy their immortal enemy.

Claude d’Argent is on the hunt, on sultry Miami Beach. Instead of the Fox, he encounters a mortal creature of the night…a sexy lady who offers him a night of unsurpassed passion—for a price.

Stripper Marisa Delgado has only one option if she’s to get enough money, fast enough to save her younger brother from the local drug lord—a temporary foray into the world’s oldest profession.

Her act of desperation may have brought them together, but as the night passes and the soft light of morning approaches, Claude discovers the submissive of his dreams; Marissa, the Master of her soul.

The choice is Claude’s--convert the dusky beauty and risk losing her forever, or walk away and spend an eternity without his soulmate by his side.

Note: d’Argent Honor 1: Vampire Justice is based on a previously published short story—Dance of Darkness. It has been completely rewritten and expanded to three times its original length for this edition.

(I couldn't resist showing you all this gorgeous cover by Syneca... This sizzling novella is tentatively scheduled for release by Ellora's Cave on February 15.)

Sunday, January 15, 2006



The latest in the kitty saga: Meet Blue Boy!

He joined our family yesterday. Two years old--almost (his birthday's in March). Russian Blue, and the sweetest, purring ball of soft smoky gray fur you ever saw!

This one's ours--we bought him from a breeder. He's already neutered, a well-mannered boy who likes to look up at us with his beautiful lime-green eyes and find the softest spots to relax and chill out. He's sharing space for a week or so with our daughter's two calicos while she moves from her apartment--doesn't seem to care for them much, but then that's not a whole lot different from the attitude my DH has toward them.

Blue has only been home for a day, and already he's established himself as king of the castle--the calico girls don't come near him, even though he's made no effort to stake out his turf with any more than a semi-polite growl. Fingers are crossed that he'll stay inside--so far he's made no effort to go further than the patio door, where he looks out at the birds and licks his chops. We hope it stays that way, and that he stays out of harm's way.

Friday, January 13, 2006

This is Anthony Wilder. Vampire...Dom...and looking for an O POSITIVE mate...

Enter the Paranormal Mates Society.com, online matchmaker for hot lonely hearts around the world.

Here's a bit of unedited excerpt to whet your appetite... an intro to Tony's heroine. Tony invades your imagination February 21, 2006!

It sucked, literally.

Erica Stone rubbed at the bruise she’d gotten on her ass not from the flogging she’d wanted the masked Master to give her, but from having been booted out of yet another Atlanta dungeon.

All because she’d fucking scared another big, strong Master with her fangs.

Pretty soon she’d be reduced to self-flagellation whenever she wanted satisfaction. Unless she could remember to keep her lips sealed, and that was mighty hard to do and still perform the cocksucking every Dom she’d ever run into seemed to want as proof of her submissiveness.

She looked in the mirror, grimaced. There was no hiding the long, pointed incisors she’d grown overnight six months ago after dying at the bottom of a north Georgia ravine. At the time she’d been grateful to the good Samaritan who’d brought her around. After all, what twenty-something woman in her right mind wanted to be dead?

She hadn’t even minded much when she learned she’d traded maybe fifty-sixty years of mortal living for more or less eternal life as a vampire like her savior. $Admit it, Erica girl. You sort of liked the idea of drinking blood instead of chowing down on chocolates. Good for keeping the hips under control.
Being a vamp wouldn’t have been tough to take, at all, if only it weren’t for the $fangs. How was she to survive if she couldn’t find a Dom who was man enough to master a sub with fangs?

Erica sat in front of the computer where she wrote her bestselling erotic romances and stared at a blank screen, but words wouldn’t come. How the fuck was she to write about sex when she hadn’t had any for more than six months now? Disgusted, she clicked on Internet Explorer and started to surf. Had to find inspiration somehow. Some way. Inspiration or a mate willing to take on a novice vampire with strong submissive tendencies.

Google. Couldn’t hurt to try. Running her tongue over a fang—it felt strange but vaguely erotic to stroke the hollow tip—Erica gave a few minutes’ thought to the search. Vampire lonely hearts club. That had to be it. Wanted Single White Vampire.

Nothing. Nothing but a sidebar on the last search she tried. It linked to a site called paranormalmatessociety.com. Might as well give that a try. Vamps definitely fit the description of paranormal—though not as much so as some of the site’s former clients who beamed from the site’s home page with their testimonials of having found love eternal through the Society’s computer matching.

Her vampire heart beating less slowly than usual, Erica got out her credit card and started to fill in the registration form for the Heavenly Plan. In less than fifteen minutes the Society had taken her money for a three-month subscription, massaged the information she’d entered, and come up with the ad it assured her would attract just the sort of mate she wanted:

SWF vamp seeks SM, vampires only need apply.

Five feet six, well-nourished blonde with blue eyes and vamp-pale complexion seeks another of her kind for long-term relationship, possibly marriage and family.

The right guy must prefer taking his nourishment from cups, not throats, and he'll prefer high-rises in big American cities to dreary castles in Transylvania. Oh, yes, he'll also choose a bed for sleeping--and other things--not a musty old coffin.

Interested? E-Mail lonelyheartvamp@paranormalmatessociety.com

Satisfied with the ad, Erica clicked “OK”, signed off the site, and sat back, hopeful that soon she’d find a Master who wasn’t intimidated by the fangs.

Maybe now she could get in the mood to get some writing done. If she didn’t, she’d soon be drinking her blood from living mortal victims instead of buying her supply from the local blood bank.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

What's in an opening line?

Some are just ho-hum. Others tickle a reader's imagination. There are some, though, that have drawn me in so fast, so completely, that nothing can make me put down the book until I've found out what's going on.

Take Dakota Cassidy's latest Wolf Mates, Moonlight over Manhasset, just out from Changeling Press. Here's the opening three sentences--three paragraphs, really, but they're short: "Okay, so she had a tail./ Big, damn deal./ Well, it became a big deal if it scared off your potential one time boinks -- especially when the moon was full."

Don't know about you, but this tells me the story's going to be funny, and that part of the fun's going to be that the heroine's a werewolf. It reflects Dakota's inimitable voice and lets me know I want to *read* this just as quick as I can.

Other openings predict a story that's has something serious, maybe dangerous, about to happen. I like the way Cheyenne McCray opened Forbidden Magic, her USA Today bestseller from St. Martin. "Silver Ashcroft slipped through night and shadows, heart pounding and rage simmering." Chey's opening with action, but the sort of action that makes the reader's heart beat faster, anticipating...

Some authors enjoy starting books off with dialogue--I've done this myself, such as in BLACK GOLD: FOREVER ENSLAVED, recently released by Ellora's Cave. “You may leave me, my darling, but you will always be mine. My slave, forever enslaved by the love we share.” My intent here was to spotlight Bear, his torn emotions, his dominant nature and his determination to get back his wife who has just left him. Did it work?

I'm interested in knowing what openings you remember--because they're the ones that are really one-sentence/paragraph hooks. Let's talk about them...

Sunday, January 01, 2006



Happy New Year! May 2006 bring you everything you ever dreamed of, see every one of your hopes fulfilled.