Good morning everyone,

Please give a warm welcome to author Cera duBois!  She's here today to show off her new book, A Hunter's Angel.  She's a fellow Wild Rose Press author, so I hope you'll make her feel at home.

A Hunter's Angel

The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart.

Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness.

But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…



Cera is going to share a bit of insight to her inspiration -- I find it pretty fascinating!  

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From A Single Line


“You’d be surprised, Bella, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news.” Edward from Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer, page 25.

This line changed my life.

Well, my life as a wannabe writer at any rate.

I never had much interest in vampires. Sure, I enjoyed the corny remake of Dark Shadows in the early 90s (I’m too young to remember the real series) and I liked the movie version of Ann Rice’s Interview With the Vampire, but until I read the Twilight series during the summer of 2008, I’d never read a vampire novel.

When I read that scene where Bella was reading about the increase of murders in Seattle in the newspaper, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The concept of a vampire masquerading around a small town under the guise of a serial killer wouldn’t let me alone. Then I came up with Ian and I was hooked. His being a vampire who hunted vampires and whose cover in the human world was that of an FBI agent fascinated me. Of course, I had to have a great kick-ass heroine for this Irish vampire and who better than the new chief of police of the town where the murders were happening.

I started writing A Hunter’s Angel in September 2008 and was amazed when it became all I could think about. I’d go to work and couldn’t wait to get home to start writing. Nothing had ever enflamed me like this. I was obsessed in a way that I’ve never been before. By the end of January 2009, I typed “the end.”

I’ve always wanted to be a writer and in 2005, I began writing Star Wars fanfiction with the grand plan to use it as “practice.” It worked, but for whatever reason, I could never find an idea compelling enough to pull me away from my fun hobby. I’d start original stories, but I’d never finish them, until that line in Eclipse set my muse on fire.

Since then, I’ve given up my fanfiction hobby. Not long into the writing of A Hunter’s Angel, I came up with the second book. A Hunter’s Blade will be releasing later this year or early next. I’ve also written two contemporary Westerns (both will be released early next year by Lyrical Press). A third contemporary Western is in the revision process, and I’m currently working on A Hunter’s Wings (book 3 of The Hunter’s Daggers Series).

I look back and wonder how long I would have floundered, writing for fun but without a real purpose, if I hadn’t read that single line in Eclipse.


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To find out more about A Hunter’s Angel check out my website (http://ceradubois.wordpress.com/a-hunters-angel-the-book-tour/) for a schedule of my blog stops during the book tour. I will be presenting a series of short stories called The Vampire Encounters. Follow me as I interview Ian McHenry, Master Vampire Lucas Pomeroy, Vivian van Dyke Pomeroy, and have a scary run-in with Shane Chamberlain. Hope to see you along the way.


About the Author:

Cera duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams… Although Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English class.

Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War.

Becoming an author was her ultimate dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary.

A mother of a teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the paranormal.

She also writes contemporary Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.

Visit her at:  Website  |  Facebook  |  Blog




~Claire
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Morning everyone!

I didn't promote this release because I have so much other stuff going on, and I'm really trying to focus this month on Bound by Decency and Immortal Surrender.

But, that said, just a quick note to let you know that I released a contemporary romantic suspense yesterday. 



The Heart's Stronghold

What she’s hiding is unforgivable…


With six million stolen dollars tucked away in a Swiss account and a new identity, Natalie St. James arrives in County Kerry, Ireland toting a horde of secrets. She’s starting over, nurturing dreams of freedom from an unspeakable past. She never imagines that one night in her ancestral homeland will expose her to danger all over again. Nor does she foresee running into someone from her past--the one man her heart still yearns for. Martin is determined to unravel why she seems so familiar. But his learning the truth would not only endanger Natalie, it would cost Martin his life.


There’s something haunting about the secretive redhead that Martin St. James can’t place. He knows they’re connected, and he’s drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. Despite Natalie’s evasion, his determination for answers leads them down a fiery path of desire reminiscent of a long-ago, forbidden love. But when a stranger arrives in Kerry, Martin begins to suspect Natalie’s in trouble. Her fear tugs at his heart, even more than the splendor of her kiss. Battling for her trust and consumed with the need to protect her, he never expects her secrets will reveal betrayal, or that when they do, he’ll be fighting for his heart, but his life as well.

The digital version is currently available for $2.99. 

Amazon Kindle | Kobo | Nook

Print is available for $10.99 - Currently only at Amazon





~Claire
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Hi all!  In keeping with the Tuesday Teaser, upcoming release previews, we have Immortal Surrender coming up around the corner!  Let's delve into Farran's world a little bit....

Immortal SurrenderThe Curse of the Templars, Book II
September 25, 2012

Farran de Clare, loyal member of the cursed Knights Templar, wants nothing to do with predestined mates. Even the Almighty won’t turn him into a fool again—he’d rather sacrifice his soul. Yet in the scientist Noelle Keane, a devout atheist, Farran meets the seraph designed for him.

Ordered by the archangel Gabriel to protect Noelle, the possessor of a sacred relic that could give Azazel incredible power, Farran swears to do his duty—but in name only. Fighting an attraction that grows with each day, he’s determined that he’ll never pledge himself to her.

As they war over her future, their mutual passion ignites a conflict far more damning. But before Noelle will agree to eternity with him, she demands the ultimate sacrifice – his heart.

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Prologue



Whence comes the teacher, she who is blind will follow.

The one who digs in dust precedes the finding of the jewel.

And she who understands the sword precludes the greatest loyalty.

When darkness rapes the land, the seraphs shall purify the Templar and lead the sacred swords to victory.

—ancient prophecy of the Knights Templar



You must save your seraph. Azazel knows of her existence. I cannot come.

Gabriel’s adamant warning pounded through Iain’s head as he jogged down the darkened alley the archangel bade him to follow. At the end of the street, Bianca Moreau’s weatherworn apartment building sat in the shadow of a hulking modern high- rise. Forgotten and neglected. Like the woman within.

Iain knew she had suffered much in her young life, but he knew not what he would find. Whether she would be lovely or plain, refined or crude. However, his heart took wings at the prospect of binding himself to the seraph who would heal the darkness in his soul. He would take her from this cold, unfeeling city of Paris and care for her. Devote himself to her. And like the American Templar commander, Merrick, Iain would know coveted peace.

A greater gift, the Almighty could not grant.

He set his hand on the doorknob and a slight smile tugged at his mouth. Convincing her to accept her role might prove a more difficult chore than battling Azazel’s minions, but ’twould be worth the effort.

Hurry. We haven’t much time.

Gabriel’s words rose to his memory, and Iain dismissed the quandary of how to explain all to his immortal mate. He turned the knob, finding it unlocked as Gabriel foretold.

As he eased open the door and stepped into a musty hall, a rat scurried across his boot. He kicked the vermin aside, briefly reminded of a different season, a different century, when he had walked the streets of France and witnessed the horrific destruction of the plague. How he despised the city. A seraph should not be bound to these degrading conditions.

He took the dingy staircase to the fourth floor, aware of the strange quiet that clung to the hall. No muted televisions echoed beyond closed doors. The insects stayed within the walls. Even the air stilled. He breathed deeply, searching for the putrid scent of rot that would identify one of Azazel’s foul creations.

Only dust, the aroma of human bodies, and stale sex filtered to his nose. Dimly, a soft feminine moan rose to his ears. A sound of pleasure, he realized with a wry smile.

Hurry.

He strode down the short hall to number eight and reached for the lion-head knocker. As his fingers grazed the tarnished brass, the door moved beneath his light touch. It swung open a good six inches. Unlocked. Her door should not be unlocked. Not here. Not in this indecent building.

The hair at the nape of his neck lifted. He dropped his hand to the hilt of his sword. His fingers closed around air, and he silently cursed. He had left the weapon in the SUV, afraid ’twould frighten her and make his task more difficult. Saints’ blood, he had been foolish!

He set his hand on the painted wood and pushed the door open. Darkness flooded her front room. Her kitchenette. The hall. The oppressive silence clung more thickly here, and Iain’s pulse tripped.

Faint light at the end of a short hall caught his eye. He breathed easier as a rustling drifted to his awareness. The sound of a mattress creaking. Covers unfolding as she put herself to bed.

Yet the nagging suspicion something was amiss prevented him from calling out and making his presence known. Quietly, he approached the light.

“Please . . .” she begged softly. “Please.”

His throat tightening, Iain stepped into the doorway.

The sight before him stilled his heart. Nude, two figures lay atop her bed, oblivious to his presence. Her long blond hair spilled across the pillow. Her lips sought the masculine mouth that hovered over hers. She arched her back, a mewl bubbling in her throat, as the man eased his hand between her parted legs.

’Twas not, however, the sight of her sexual pleasure that constricted his chest. ’Twas the man. For as Iain’s centuries of living amongst angels could reveal. From powerful shoulder blades two cloaked wings spanned toward the ceiling. And there could only be one angel who would indulge in carnal delight.

Azazel.

“You will serve me,” he cooed against her engorged nipple. “Please me. Do my bidding.”

She answered with a moan.

Rage, unlike any Iain had ever experienced, surged through his body. It overpowered the fear that came with Azazel’s unholy presence and possessed him like a mad man. He threw himself at Azazel, knowing ’twas futile, hoping he could pull her from her trance enough to bid her to run.

“Bianca!”

With a malicious snarl, Azazel reared off her body. In one effortless swing of his arm, he flung Iain across the room, sending him crashing into the wall. Something inside his chest cracked. Pain erupted, white hot and engulfing.

With the distraction, Azazel’s magic collapsed. But in the half second where he clung to his human form before his fathomless black wings could emerge, Bianca regained her senses. She lifted her legs and kicked Azazel in the chest. It sent him staggering.

“You have doomed her,” Azazel hissed.

Iain struggled to rise. Agony dropped him to his knees, scarcely able to breathe. Helpless to aid his seraph, the only woman in this world who could save his soul and aid the Templar purpose, he watched as Bianca scrambled across her bed in a vain race for the door.

Azazel snatched at her shoulder. Claws dug into flawless flesh, whipping her around to face him. Before she could do so much as whimper, he thrust his hand into her chest. She screamed. Her body convulsed in his deadly embrace. Azazel released the hand that supported her back, and she fell to the floor. Her heart remained in his vile hand. Blood poured down the length of his arm.

A smirk drifted to Azazel’s lips as he carelessly tossed her heart atop her broken body. “A pity. She was most entertaining. I could have enjoyed her company a good while before that became necessary.”

Unable to form words through his blinding pain, Iain spit at Azazel’s feet, daring the lord of darkness to take him next. To put an end not only to his physical suffering, but also to the eternal damnation of his soul.

Yet Azazel would not grant him such respite. He chuckled at Iain. “You will serve me soon enough. I await the power of your sword.”

A fetid breeze stirred, and Azazel vanished.

Iain’s gaze fell to Bianca’s bloodied form. He closed his eyes to the hot rush of tears. Fighting against the searing heat that taunted him with the bliss of unconsciousness, he dragged himself across the carpeted floor to her lifeless side. With a shaking hand, he pushed her thick hair away from her face. Long lashes graced high cheekbones.

She had been beautiful.

His heart broke as he touched her still-warm cheek. He had failed his seraph. Failed his brethren. There would be no salvation for his tainted soul. Not now. Not ever. He would suffer until the darkness overcame him. When it did, he would know escape. But he would raise his sword against his brethren and join Azazel’s ranks to conquer the Almighty.

Condemned.

Eternally.

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Come back next week, folks for Chapter 1!


~Claire
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Another sneek peak at Farran and Noelle from Immortal Surrender!

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Her thoughts screeched to a halt as her gaze dropped to the ground below. There, standing not more than two foot from the bottom rung, Farran stared back, and he didn’t look at all happy to see her.

Damn, damn, damn.


“Come down, Noelle.” He didn’t raise his voice, but the low, even tone held strict warning. Come down, or I’m coming up.

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Coming, September 25th!
Farran de Clare, loyal member of the cursed Knights Templar, wants nothing to do with predestined mates. Even the Almighty won’t turn him into a fool again—he’d rather sacrifice his soul. Yet in the scientist Noelle Keane, a devout atheist, Farran meets the seraph designed for him.

Ordered by the archangel Gabriel to protect Noelle, the possessor of a sacred relic that could give Azazel incredible power, Farran swears to do his duty—but in name only. Fighting an attraction that grows with each day, he’s determined that he’ll never pledge himself to her.

As they war over her future, their mutual passion ignites a conflict far more damning. But before Noelle will agree to eternity with him, she demands the ultimate sacrifice – his heart.





~Claire
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www.toristclaire.com

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Good morning, readers!  Please welcome, Gabrielle Bisset, who's here today to talk about her novel, BLOOD BETRAYED.  Look at that cover, folks!!

Blood Betrayed


I am everything forbidden. I am vampire.


Haunted by betrayal, Saint hides in the human world, giving his heart to no one and finding the only solace from his past in the arms of human women. Now as the Archons begin their takeover of the vampire world, this Son of Navarus has been marked for death.


Summoned to defeat the Archons by the world that shunned him, Saint must face his past and Solenne, the woman he loved and lost a century ago, for only in accepting her will his body and soul finally find salvation.

    I asked Gabrielle to bring along her hero today, and it looks like we get to meet him.  So with much ado, I am turning it over to her and Saint.   Thanks Claire for having me here today at your blog. It's a pleasure to be here. I'm joined by the hero from my book, Blood Betrayed, today.


Gabrielle: Saint, thank you for joining me here today. It's great to see you again.

Saint: It's my pleasure, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Let's jump right in. Tell the readers something about you.

Saint: I'm a vampire, turned in 1916 during the First World War. I'm also one of the Sons of Navarus, a group of vampires responsible for making sure the Archons don't turn our world into some police state.

Gabrielle: Blood Betrayed, your story, is a romance, overall. Tell us about the heroine, Solenne.

Saint: Solenne and I knew each other years ago. She's my brother's vampire, turned shortly after he and I were made vampire. Let's just say Solenne is unlike any other woman on Earth.

Gabrielle: Hmmm...that sounds like a compliment. From what I know of you, you're pretty stingy with those. She must be something pretty special.

Saint: (simply grins)

Gabrielle: Okay, I see I'm not going to get anything more out of you on that. Let's do something different. I'm going to ask you some questions and you tell me what you want to about each.

Saint: (winks) Give it your best shot.

Gabrielle: What's your background?

Saint: I was born in Ireland. I was turned vampire in France at the Battle of the Somme in 1916.

Gabrielle: What are your stats?

Saint: (grins seductively) Stats? Oh, it's that kind of interview. Okay. I'm 6'3", weigh around 215, and have brown eyes and brown hair. Is this going to turn into one of those Playgirl things? Am I going to have to tell you my turn offs and turn ons?

Gabrielle: You could, if you like.

Saint: I like red wine, eat healthy, work out, so I like women who appreciate that. I like women who like romance and candlelight. I guess I'm just old fashioned at heart.

Gabrielle: Are you a hand holder or a man who puts his arm around a woman's waist when he walks with her?

Saint: I'm an arm around the waist man.

Gabrielle: Okay, here are a few more. Are you a bar soap guy or body wash guy?

Saint: I don't care, but it's always better when someone else is lathering me up.

Gabrielle: I noticed when you walked in you smelled incredible. What cologne are you wearing?

Saint: It's Gucci Guilty Intense.

Gabrielle: It's delicious. I love it!

Saint: Thanks. It's a new favorite of mine. I've worn Hugo Boss for years, but I thought this might be a nice change.

Gabrielle: I don't remember Vasilije wearing any cologne when we sat down to talk. Do vampires usually wear it?

Saint: Vasilije is the type of man who thinks he doesn't need it because he always smells of sex and alcohol. I like to think I'm a little more civilized than him.

Gabrielle: Okay, what about your favorite fragrance for women?

Saint: I don't have a favorite, but I think perfume should enhance a woman's natural scent. That's always a huge turn on.

Gabrielle: One last question: I know you enjoy being a vampire, but is there one thing you miss about being human?

Saint: I think I miss watching the sunrise over the rolling countryside of Ireland. I remember it being like something out of a picture, but as time goes by, the memory begins to fade.

Gabrielle: Thanks, Saint. I love that idea. It's been great sitting down with you again. Keep safe and next time maybe you and Solenne can sit down with me.

Saint: It's my pleasure. I'll see what I can do about Solenne joining us next time.

Thank you, Gabrielle, for bringing him by today -- he's pretty tempting!   Let's take a peek at Saint in action, real quick.  
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EXCERPT
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Looking around the eighteenth century French country house, Saint saw that little had changed since the last time he'd been there. Expensively furnished, Solenne's home had been some important sire's until she'd decided that the French countryside offered little of the excitement an ancient vampire craved. At least that was the story Solenne had told. Who knew if it were true.

As he stared up at the crystal chandelier above his head, he said what he wished would be the last words he'd have to say to her. "Just tell me where my room is and where I can work out."

Solenne stood staring at him, and he felt her eyes boring holes through him.

"Saint, I'd hoped we could put the past behind us to work together. Can we at least talk?"

He lowered his gaze to meet hers and saw ocean blue eyes wide with hope staring back at him. That she could think that giving him some doe-eyed look and meaningless words would be enough to erase everything that had happened only made him more enraged about the situation.

"I'm not interested in talking or taking some stroll down memory lane. Just point me to my room and where I can work out."

The fiery look that instantly filled her eyes showed she was the same Solenne from all those years ago. He knew that oh-so-helpful woman from Vasilije's was just an act.

"It doesn't have to be like this. I'd hoped you'd be a bigger man and see how we could work together. I see you're the same man you've always been, unfortunately."


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YOU HAVE JUST READ AN EXCERPT FROM BLOOD BETRAYED
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If you'd like to know more about Gabrielle, Saint and Solenne,join her on her blog tour.  She's giving away signed cover flats from the Sons of Navarus series at each stop; $10 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter Follow the tour, the more you comment, the better your chances of winning!

A bit about Gabrielle Bisset:

Gabrielle Bisset spends her days teaching college students American and European history, but by night she's an erotic romance author.  Her first book, Stolen Destiny, was released by Siren Publishing in June 2011, and since then she's released the novellas of The Victorian Erotic Romance Trilogy--Vampire Dreams, Love's Master, and Masquerade--in addition to Destiny Redeemed.  In December 2011, she released Blood Avenged, the first book in the Sons of Navarus series about eight vampires who must protect their world against an enemy that travels among their kind.  Blood Betrayed is the second book in the series. She lives in Pennsylvania with her teenage son and a herd of pets.

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~Claire
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Hi everyone!  Just stopping in here to announce a two-day special.  Bound by Decency is available for Nook or Kindle, at just 99Cents.  It will go back to it's normal 4.99 list price on Friday.


Please help me spread the word!

Thanks!

~Claire
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"Victorians used the term 'limbs' as a euphenism for legs, which were thought to be so sexually exciting to a man, even a glimpse of a table leg could incite him to sexual frenzy. Table skirts were invented to prevent any unnatural unions between men and furniture."
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(History Channel International)

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