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Showing posts with label Dracula's Secret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dracula's Secret. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

OH. MY. GOD!

This is my gorgeous cover art for Dracula's Secret! I love how sexy and mysterious my heroine looks, and how strong and determined my hero is. YUM yum yum!

In additional news, Dracula's Secret will be available for pre-order within the week. It will have a mid-July release.

And to top it off, here is my back cover blurb.


In a new world where paranormals and humans share an uneasy coexistence, the most dangerous and sensual legend of the night lives once more—and one of the greatest secrets of all time is about to come out….

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, it’s game over. 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…


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Monday, December 26, 2011

The best Christmas present ever.

Last night, The Charming Man and myself went over to our dear friends' house (I'll think of a kicky name for them soon) for our holiday meal. I brought my laptop and spiral-bound notebooks with me since I wasn't interested in watching the basketball game.

As I sat in a quiet corner, brainstorming on my notepaper, another friend up to me. She is an avid reader of sexy paranormal romances and had been curious about Dracula's Secret since she met me.

She asked if she could read my manuscript early.

I said sure, but not the whole thing. So I handed over my laptop and let her read while I worked.

Here are her direct quotes:

"This book has surprised me in every chapter! You get used to things being a particular way in these novels, and you haven't done any of them!" (said with a great big grin on her face)

"I could read this all night!"
and
"This is some of the best stuff I've ever read."

Now imagine me running around screaming in joy like a madwoman. It was something like this:



EeeieieieeeewowohwowohwowieeeyeesssssWOW!
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(edited to add: In my joy, I forgot to credit the origin of the ASCII art:
This is Boy Running from Men in ASCII Men by Joan Stark)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Where the hell have I been?

I've announced in other places that Kensington Publishing extended a three-book contract (with options to consider the series). I am going to be the flagship author of their new e-book line and I am stoked!

(insert running around like a happy chicken here)

I'm keeping mum on a lot of details right now - I'll be able to post more once the contracts have been signed and all the marketing has started.

As of lately, I've finished the editorial revisions to Dracula's Secret, I've gotten the back cover copy for both Dracula's Secret and Book Two (untitled at the moment). Again, I'll post them once we get closer to publication - after all, things change and I don't want to get things out too early before everything is set in stone.

Mostly, I've been writing Book Two. I'm getting a good grasp on my antagonists and I've got the plot hammered out much better. It's due in February, so it's going a lightning speed. That can be exhausting, so I'm taking lots of naps and making sure I get out and about for intellectual stimulation.

I can share that Dracula's Secret will be released on June 12th, 2012, and that Book Two will be released July 12th, 2012.

So get your reading eyes ready! I'll be able to share lots more soon. :)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Give-away!

Another give away for the holiday season. Be the first person to tell me the name of my heroine (named in yesterday's post) and get this lovely hand-painted, one-of-a-kind fan. :)

Monday, December 6, 2010

Forgetting the obvious

Recently, I was asked, "What is your manuscript about?" from someone who had known me a while.

I have always thought I did nothing but talk on and on about it, but this brought me up short. Maybe I am not as forthcoming as I thought I was!

So, here is my synopsis of Dracula's Secret.


The Twelfth Annual Conference on Paranormal Citizen Affairs has called the entire world to Portland, Oregon. Celebrities, politicians, protestors, and special interest groups have flocked to the City of Roses to weigh in on the state of relations between the supernatural minority and the human majority.

Not everyone in town has the best of intentions. Valerie Tate, one of the few remaining vampires in the world, has come to Portland with a very simple goal: to kill Dracula’s brother, Radu Tepes. The murder is her last act in her own attempt at redemption for her sins.

Hitler’s alliance with the supernatural and the occult, most notably with Vlad Tepes, the infamous Dracula, did not win him the war, but it did, for once and for all, establish that Paranormal Citizens (PNCs) existed. The revelation forced a global ‘coming out’, and in the following years, PNCs, like other minorities, integrate into society with varying degrees of success.

One of the great success stories is the charismatic but shady Radu Tepes, Dracula’s younger brother and also a vampire. A so-called hero of the French Resistance, he rose from the devastation of the war to form the Consortium for Concerned Citizens (CCC), a political action committee dedicated to integration. The world anticipates him to announce his candidacy for President during the conference.

But on this fateful Halloween night, a man with an aura like sunlight comes between Valerie Tate and her prey. A former Army Ranger and chaplain, Lance Soliel is no stranger to the carnage of human and supernatural aggression. Tired of bloodshed, he retired to run the Tualatin Mountain Homeless Shelter, a privately funded mission that has been plagued with serious financial mismanagement. With less than twenty-four hours of funding left, Lance has nothing to lose. As a result, he single-handedly kickstarts the integration movement by inviting two homeless werewolves into his Shelter.

Valerie wrenches herself away from watching the little drama to continue her mission. But Radu’s vanity unwittingly saves his life. His fury at being upstaged interferes with Valerie’s tightly structured plan. Valerie scrambles to regain her advantage.

She rescues Lance from a Radu-backed attack on his life. In the resulting aftermath of adrenaline and surprising lust, their attraction leads them into a passionate embrace. Lance’s repressed sexual desire for dangerous women erupts; Valerie’s own dark and mixed sexuality explodes furiously to the presence and scent of a salvation bringer.

As attracted as he is, being involved with a vampire would ruin Lance’s career and expose his own past. Rather than consummate the attraction, they delicately interrogate each other during a drive in Valerie’s classic muscle car. Lance attempts to discover Valerie’s personal secrets and Valerie probes his past. They stonewall each other, but he reluctantly agrees to let her become his bodyguard. Valerie plans to use Lance as the bait in her trap for Radu.

Radu doesn’t rest in his attempts to remove Lance and the other powerful figures in his way. Violent and personal attacks break out all over Portland as the Conference begins.

The attraction between Lance and Valerie blossoms under the pressure of constant vigilance for his life, even as their secrets prevent trust. Sexually, they break all taboos and boundaries. Emotionally, Valerie refuses true intimacy by withholding her true identity.

For Valerie is Vlad Tepes, Radu’s older brother. Six hundred years ago, Dracula had been born a woman. Her parents constructed the identity of Vlad for their daughter’s protection. She remained a man until World War II. During the fall of Berlin, Valerie engineered the death of Dracula. For the first time, Vlad hid by revealing her true self.

Lance’s commitment to less-violent solutions convinced Valerie to avoid fratricide. Final death would catapult Radu straight to martyrhood, furthering his unhealthy agenda of world-wide, violently enforced PNC hegemony. That epiphany fuels another: killing only leads to more killing. This radical idea forces even greater change than she was first willing to pursue. But her very existence hinges on this discovery. She vows to use all the skills she learned in the centuries she protected her real gender.

Radu tries to discredit Lance with a dark secret: his best friend, John Janté, had been severely damaged in a supernatural attack that Lance believes was caused by him. The guilt rode Lance his entire life, keeping him isolated and unable to trust his judgment.

What neither Radu nor Lance knows is that John is just fine. So fine, in fact, he has a job at CERN (the European Organization for Nuclear Physics). John arrives in Portland in just the nick of time to refute Radu’s claims that Lance would let someone else suffer for his mistakes.

His stock going down by the minute, Radu makes one angry, last attempt at Lance’s life. He lures Valerie and Lance to a mutual acquaintance’s yacht. Silver knives poison Valerie and throw her into the lake. Radu takes Lance hostage and threatens to keep him as a blood-slave.

John rescues Valerie just as she collapses from the silver poisoning. He charms her with his courage and wit. They ally in order to save Lance.

In the ensuing fights, Valerie’s devastating secret is revealed. Radu attempts to reconcile with his sibling, but she has changed too much to try to rule the world any more. As Valerie bleeds out, Lance feeds her his blood and unwittingly shares his own secret.

Lance knows sin even more than Valerie. He is one of the Fallen; a member of the Host that left Heaven with Lucifer. In order to earn his own redemption for his pride, Lance has ridden the Wheel of Life over and over, proving his willingness to serve the lesser beings.

Saving a vampire shows his final humility, and he is rewarded by being given back his wings and sword; the first of the Fallen to re-ascend.

The three heroes embrace, safe but uncertain as to their future. Lance has Divine work to do. Valerie’s quest for redemption has ended with Radu’s disgraces, and John has found people to love and protect. As Lance flies away with his fellow angels, he promises he will come to John and Valerie as soon as he can. John and Valerie hold each other as Lance ascends with the sparkling host.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

YES!

I just emailed the newly revised Dracula's Secret to my agent, Jewelann Cone.


And there was MUCH rejoicing!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Closing in on my goal.

I broke down what I had left to do on Dracula's Secret. I'm less than eleven hours of work away from 'finishing'.


YES!

Hold on to your hats, Kensington - this book is gonna rock. To celebrate, let's look at some pretties

Alphonse Mucha (Moet & Chandon) Art Poster Print - 12x36Alphonse Mucha - Art - Autumn - Dance - Fairy 11x17 Poster.Fendi Shoes Black 8K2938 Size 36.5 (6.5)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Aha!



Remember how I said that the sources for Vlad Dracula really really suck?

Other people think so, too.

"Vlad Dracula was doubtlessly cruel, but not more so than other princes of his time," said Margot Rauch, the Austrian curator of the exhibition, entitled "Dracula - Voivode and Vampire".

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Work and play

Revising seven days a week this month and it is making me very happy. :)

I'm also making sure I *try* to stay in touch with my friends. It's a good feeling.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Where I'm at.

After cutting a total of 60 (A LOT) pages of Dracula's Secret, I started the serious layering on June 27th. So far, I've gone from 49,095 words (did I say I had cut a LOT?) to 55,135 words.  I think I've done good work on the first 1/3 of the book. I should on on my word count by the end of this month (my goal).

I think the book is much much stronger already.

(And I love parenthetical statements, just FYI)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Writers helping each other.

At a previous Romance Writers of America conference, Renee Ryan had presented a workshop on layering. For those not obsessed with writing, that's the process of taking your draft and adding all those things that make a book memorable. Nancy really like the recording, emailed Renee, and got her notes from the workshop. Then she shared them with me.

Here is Renee Ryan's layering process:
  1. Finish your first draft. This can be a draft of a scene, a chapter, or even your whole book.
  2. Layer in movement - character movement, the world around them.
  3. Layer in the five senses
  4. Layer in the setting - after all, the environment is a character in and of itself
  5. Layer in the emotion
  6. Layer in the dialog
  7. Layer in the backstory
  8. Layer in the sexual tension
  9. (and I added this one) Layer in the theme
I've been trying this for the last few days, and I am thrilled! Breaking down the process this way has really helped my revisions, especially after all the cutting I've done. 

    Thursday, June 24, 2010

    Current Shenanigans

    This is what I've been working on lately.


    I broke down each chapter into its component scenes, figured the date/time, whose POV is the scene in, a one line description of the scene, and the page number.

    I think I'm making good progress - especially in cutting the parts that take away from the main story and making what I've got more exciting and focused.

    Wish me luck!

    Tuesday, June 15, 2010

    I'm in the mood for a first kiss.

    From Dracula's Secret - Valerie and Lance's first kiss:

    Lance ambled forward, his gaze locked on her lips. He clasped her hand, caressing his thumb over the thin skin of her wrist. Her eyes stayed on him as he wrapped his other hand around her neck and, pulling her to him, touched his lips to hers. Her mouth surprised him. Such a starkly beautiful woman shouldn’t be so soft and plush.

    For a few wild seconds, she stared into his eyes, seeming to assess his sincerity.

    Then, slowly, deliberately, she closed her eyelids. Her hands wrapped around his back and held on as she opened her mouth and let him in.

    He kissed her again and again, learning her mouth. Vampires didn’t taste of old blood or decay. Valerie, at least, tasted resinous and earthy, like rosemary. Like sex outdoors on a blanket under young redwood trees.

    Their lips separated just far enough for him to look into her heavy-lidded hazel eyes. The hungry look on her face made his cock swell even harder until he ached to be inside of her.

    She scratched at his nipples with her short nails. He hissed as he pressed into her touch. He clasped her chin with one hand. Clasping the other around her waist, he pushed her against a wall. Lance smiled as her eyes widened. He had his own gifts of supernatural-level strength.

    Grabbing her ass, he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed against her hot crotch against his thumping erection. Their teeth clicked in a fierce kiss.

    His hands kneaded the firm flesh of her bottom. Even through her pants he felt her muscles flex and quiver. She growled and slid her hands under his leather coat. His next powerful thrust had her raking her nails down his back. Lance offered no quarter. Neither did she. They fought for dominance with kisses.

    She couldn’t overpower him. He met her, strength for strength, stroke for stroke, then matched her, and finally controlled her.

    They broke apart. As they stared into each other’s eyes, he panted into her mouth. She took the unnecessary air into her lungs.

    Vampires didn’t breathe, except to speak or scent. Oxygen, like alcohol in humans, made them euphoric, light-headed, and uninhibited. The undead hated being out of control. Her pupils dilated until the barest ring of hazel held. What would she do?

    Valerie dug her hands into his hair. “More.”

    Photo by Michael Baxter, the world's greatest photographer.

    Friday, June 4, 2010

    Whew.

    I feel much more like me. Yay!

    Today, I will attempt to write as poorly as I possibly can - I want to create the worst, on-the-nose, overblown, rambling crap ever placed on the page.

    Mostly because that's what happened yesterday, so I might as well roll with it.  Life is short, after all. It is better to write very very badly than to not write at all. :)

    Tuesday, May 25, 2010

    Oh, yeah - just to explain.

    Mostly, I'm posting my old poetry because I'm too busy revising Dracula's Secret to come up with anything new for this blog.

    Emergency Surgery's first line came to me about three years ago when I had to end nearly thirty-year (fairly loose) friendship. I didn't realize how much of me this person had become until it was over. I felt empty and hollow, and it surprised me how much I missed our interactions.

    Oh, Please, Aeneas was a response to the most irritating section of the Aeneid. Can you believe that some old white guy scholars call the scene where he sails away from Carthage to be Aeneas' most heroic moment? Disgusting. I think that part ruins an otherwise fantastic read. I think Virgil must have had some bad dormice in honey that day.

    (The Romans had a strange view of yummy food)

    So, more poetry to come!

    Monday, May 17, 2010

    Doing some research.

    In Dracula's Secret, one of my heroes works as a system administrator at CERN. Yes, that CERN, home of the Hadron Collider, five Nobel Prize winners, and the World Wide Web.

    Why a system administrator? Well, first, my beloved Charming Man is, himself, a system administrator at a very large facility, too. I find the way his mind thinks about information management absolutely fascinating (helps that I used to be a librarian, too).

    Why CERN?

    Many years ago, The Charming Man listened to a sys admin at CERN speak at a conference. My honey brought home notes about how the information systems worked at such a unique facility.

    And now, I hope to arrange the chance to tour CERN itself. I go to delve into the mysteries of arranging a tour!

    Edited to add: I submitted my request form along with a little note about wanting to ask about information systems. I hope they are amenable.

    Monday, May 10, 2010

    Moving forward!

    I had an amazing phone meeting with Kensington editor Audry LaFehr and her assistant, Martin Biro today.

    They love my imagination, the relationship between Valerie and Lance, and how well the sex and violence work. They also said it was strong visual writing (woot!!).

    They wanted to talk to me personally instead of through a letter in order to discuss what they thought needed work - basically, Dracula's Secret is very powerful, but also confusing. They suggested focusing more on the main romance, doing more with the secondary plots - ie what purpose do these characters have, etc.

    So basically, I got the world's most awesome revise and resubmit phone call! Martin will be in town for Willamette Writer's conference, and he'd love to meet for dinner, too.

    They made no promises, but said they loved my writing talent, wanted to give me lots of encouragement, and said that they very very rarely call an author to give her feedback.

    I'm all verklempt!!

    Friday, April 16, 2010

    Dracula's Secret, the next page.

    It didn’t make sense. His perfect, confident posture and chiseled, patrician features marked him as the kind who should be swinging a tennis racket on some blue-blood tennis court.

    Why this reaction to this man on this rainy night? What was special about him? She had sworn off men for more decades than she cared to remember. Thousands of handsome, well-built, and brave men had passed in front of her over the years.

    The headlights from a bus lit him up even brighter. He spotted her. Their gazes met and locked. And she saw his true nature.

    A warrior, home from the front lines, sick of violence but caught in it. That eye-searing shine was not innocence, for lines of hard-won worldly knowledge bracketed his sensually-shaped lips. Exhaustion creased the corners of those extravagantly gorgeous eyes and lived between his eyebrows. Instead of purity, he lit the night with the ferocity of his spirit.

    Valerie sucked in the cold, clove-scented air.

    Only the best of humanity had that shine; people dedicated to making the world better for everyone, not just themselves. She’d seen that glow in such disparate people from Mother Teresa to a pubescent boy protecting two toddler girls from a rapist in Rwanda.

    This one had a Higher Calling.

    Bad news.

    Higher Callings meant certain failure to their vehicles. Poverty still ran rampant in Kolkata. The girls and their protector died by the rapist’s denied fury. Valerie smacked her lips at the memory. Rapists were always tasty.

    Worse, those well-meaning fools always tried to suck her into their cause. Those idiots dared to claim her fight was less worthy than theirs.

    No promise of sunshine was worth that risk. The steady rain cooled her arousal. Time to go.

    Monday, April 12, 2010

    The first page of Dracula's Secret.

    Halloween Night

    Burnside Avenue

    Portland, Oregon



    His sun pierced her night.

    Valerie Tate stopped dead at the sudden stabbing pain and clapped her gloved hands over her sensitive eyes. Blood seeped from under her eyelids in response to the too-bright aura surrounding the man across the street. Stunned, she wiped her cheeks before risking another look. Nothing broke her concentration before a mission.

    Six hundred years of killing had taught her well.

    Shock gave way to curiosity. Curiosity then unraveled her single-minded determination. What was he, this man innocently checking his text messages on a silver Blackberry? As her eyes cleared, she studied him with all her undead senses.

    Not soap, not cologne, but his essence was the first thing that struck her. The aroma of cloves, sweet and hot, rammed up her nose like a fist, overwhelming the car exhaust and excrement odors rising from Burnside Avenue. The fiery smell transformed her anger into something far more complicated. Hunger beyond blood clenched her stomach and below. She licked her teeth, swallowed, and squinted against his aura to study his face.

    The endless Northwest autumn drizzle plastered blond hair to his skull. He glanced up from his little machine, obviously aware that someone watched him. She locked her knees against a shudder when she saw his blue eyes. Not any shade of blue, but the color of icy seas under the full moon. Even covered in worn jeans and a frayed but high-end sweatshirt, his broad-shouldered body made her mouth pucker, ready to kiss. A generous bulge in his pants caught her attention, lewdly contrasting to the brightness of his innocent shine.