Sometimes, an independent author just feels the urge to shake things up. So I got my first three books, Dracula's Secret, Dracula's Desires, and Dracula Unleashed, new covers and pretty formatting.
Sometimes, an independent author just feels the urge to shake things up. So I got my first three books, Dracula's Secret, Dracula's Desires, and Dracula Unleashed, new covers and pretty formatting.
SHE HUNGERS FOR HIS LIGHT
She calls herself Valerie Tate. One of the few vampires left on earth, as
beautiful as she is powerful, Valerie has resisted her craving for human blood
for years, just as she once hid her true gender. But the night she lays eyes on
the most enticing man she's ever seen, her appetite can no longer be denied.
He radiates goodness and light-and searing sexual energy. Valerie must have
him. Taste him. Consume him. For he is temptation-and he is her destiny . . .
HE BURNS FOR HER DARKNESS
Lance Soleil is a rugged war veteran who runs a homeless shelter in Portland.
At first gaze, he knows what Valerie is-and wants her even more. But when he
welcomes a pack of werewolves into his shelter, he attracts the attention of
Valerie's oldest rival-her bloodthirsty brother, Radu, who hopes to become the
first vampire President of the United States. Valerie knows Radu has a hidden
agenda, and with Lance's help she is determined to stop his unholy rise to
power. But first, she must risk their growing love by fully revealing herself-as
the one and only Dracula . . .
Cliche: Telling us how sexy someone is.
Show us how sensual a person is.
From American Photo, Nov/Dec 1993 | . |
One day, I got ice cream with a male friend. Conversation lagged while we enjoyed our treat.
He closed his eyes and swirled his tongue
around the scoop, licking and sucking at the cone. I nearly orgasmed from
watching his mouth relish the smooth, cold, silky cream. He was entranced by
the flavor and simply abandoned himself to the sensations. If I hadn't already been thoroughly besotted already, I would have fallen just from watching him get into the moment.
A few years later, I showed my book hero impressing my heroine by
his firm, assured handling of her classic muscle car, a 1966 Ford Shelby. This car model boasts 350 horsepower and went from zero to sixty in 4.5 seconds. This is the kind of automobile that easily could be pushed and pushed hard. I almost had the hero gunning the engine, squealing the tires - basically pushing the ferocious engine to its limits. But wait.
I remembered how my friend’s un-selfconscious pleasure seduced me. I wanted my character to seduce the heroine by showing how he handled power, by showing that he had class, sensuality, and stamina. I wanted her to be intrigued by his ability to unleash this magnificent automobile's potential with a long smooth ride, not something rocky, jerky, and way too short.
Don't just describe your sexy person. Show us what about them turns on the observer.
Many years ago, I had a nightmare about the Napoleonic Wars (if you have ever studied the Napoleonic Wars, you will understand. They were dreadful). One part of this nightmare was amazing, though. A dark woman, one full of secrets and violence, came into the tent where the generals were planning the Peninsular Campaign (Napoleon's disastrous invasion of Spain). She gave the best tactical advice but the men dismissed her. She left the tent, returned in men's clothing, and they thought she was a genius.
I knew this woman was Vlad Tepes, the vampire Dracula. This dream stuck with me. I was fascinated by this idea. Naturally, I did a little research. There are very few primary resources about Vlad (see here, here, and here). Most of the literature talked about the alleged atrocities she committed. If I looked at these stories through a feminist lens, I could see how these fictions could be seen as acts of a furious woman (impaling, especially. How Freudian of her!).
This began the long process of writing the Blood Wings series. Who was she? Why would her family hid her born gender? How could that be done? What motivated her? Did she have secret dreams? What were her wounds?
The series took many drafts and lots of brainstorming. I had to learn what kind of lovers she had, who she thought she was.
I have been honored to share this journey with you. With the final revision being released on May 6, 2021, I feel like Valerie Tate has finally found a place of happiness.
My well had run completely dry. I had no idea how to strip this book down past its bare bones and completely rebuild it.
It took several books for me to get even an inkling of an idea for Valerie Tate's final adventure. It wasn't until I finished The Cafe of Hopes and Dreams that I realized what she needed. She needed sweetness, dreams, and her own hopes. At last, the words flowed.
And now, the book is available for pre-order at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0934FVTBS?notRedirectToSDP=1&ref_=dbs_mng_calw_2&storeType=ebooks!!
After centuries as the Dracula of legend, disguised as a male, Valerie
Tate's current incarnation is the last thing she expected: mother of a
precocious half-angel, half-vampire, and wife to two men. But Valerie is
more familiar with battlefields than domesticity. . .
Some
overwhelmed mothers relax with a glass of wine. Valerie soothes her
immortal soul with a refreshing blood and coke. How else can she deal
with her toddler Minerva's psychic powers--not to mention her
determination to throw knives. Thank goodness for Valerie's two loves,
John Jante and Lance Soleil. Without them, the trauma of her dark past
and her primal, urges for violence and power would overtake her. Yet in
a world where humans and paranormals uncomfortably co-exist, Valerie's
peace will be short-lived. . .
Someone is killing the world's
best paranormal diplomats. And Valerie's vampire brother and nemesis,
Radu, is at the center of the conflict. Now Valerie finds herself as
vulnerable and as weak as she had been as a human....
The Coat. |
Those lips could light my way any day. |
Let us not forget The Car. |
Try it! |
Predictable. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. Bullies were always good for a giggle.
Killing them would take hardly any time. That was her problem with young men. Once she got started, it would be so hard to stop. Like humans and their potato chips.
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“You lookin’ for a good time, darlin’?” Chad propped his fist against the old brick building, blocking her in with his arm. The rest tightened their circle, like hyenas crowding a wounded zebra. Anger and lust from his skin teased her nostrils.
Their smell and movements telegraphed their intentions. As a group, they moved, boxing her in. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No one to come to her rescue.
They would throw her against the wall. She would reel, stunned. The boys would start off with a little light brutality, moving on to rape. They needed to recover face from their earlier defeat.Stay tuned for next week for how my character Valerie Tate handled this!