Wench Writer: SCP Paranormal Blog Tour - March 1 & 2 2014

SCP Paranormal Blog Tour - March 1 & 2 2014 - Andromeda and a little teaser

March of 2013, my debut novel was published. It was the vampiric romantic suspense, Andromeda, and it hit the SCP Bestseller list within a month. As a matter of fact, it's still on that list. I'm a proud mama.

Book Back Cover:
Andromeda is a 400 year old vampire with psychic abilities who is being stalked by a ghostly presence that wants to possess her body and own her soul. Things get heated as she meets the man destined to be her mate but a vision shows her that he’s meant to die because of what she is. Does she embrace what the Fates have shown in the mere touch of this stranger’s hand or does she run away in order to save the soul of this kissable man? Passion is too much to ignore for an immortal who has never felt its powerful pull. They throw caution to the wind and become lovers, enraging the stalker to use his inhuman powers to take what he believes should belong to him alone. They both fight for the power in her touch but only one man can have her body.

If you go to the link on their website, then you can see a few other things about it (or perhaps buy it, wink wink)

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&products_id=556

But here's a piece that isn't on that website:

He leaned closer to me, barely an inch away from my face. “My God, you are truly breathtaking.”

I couldn’t fight him, even if I wanted to. Just as his lips came down, I knew he had power over my body. He crushed me to him and took possession of my lips in a hungry kiss. I could do nothing but let him ravage my mouth. I wanted to feel revulsion or anger but none of it would come to me. Why couldn’t I fight him? Why did my body want to join in? This was sheer madness.

His fangs pushed against my lips and they opened of their own accord. I had lost control of everything but my mind. I felt his fangs rub against my lips as his hunger grew. Just when I thought he would bite my lips, he ran his tongue over them instead. He seemed to be savoring this and had no intention of drawing blood, yet. My arms automatically wrapped around his waist. He smiled against my lips.

I wanted him to kiss me, badly, but why? My body took over and I opened my mouth fully to him. He devoured my mouth as if he was ravenous. I’d never kissed a vampire before. Perseus had told me that being with a vampire was much more intense than regular experiences, that it could make you do things you’d never dreamed. He had loved his trysts with other vampires and had suggested I have one as my first. But this was not the man I wanted.

I tried to fight as I thought of Justin. I whispered his name and felt Anastase’s fury at the mere mention of another man. He crushed me as tight as he possibly could. A mortal would have died under that amount of pressure. One arm kept me at his side as the other snaked up to caress my face. His tongue danced with mine. I felt his hand in my hair and it caressed my scalp as he increased the pressure. My skin was on fire. It wasn’t like it had been with Justin. This was fierce and anger, where Justin was passion and need. Although I didn’t know how or why, I wanted them both, but for different reasons. As his cruel mouth ran kisses down the column of my exposed neck, I had the chance to ask him.

“What madness have you driven me to, Anastase?”

***

I unwittingly reached further into my memories of him, and I felt an ache in my chest. Then I saw him. it was a more modern time. He was dressed in jeans and a black polo shirt. It was night and he was on a ship, but not the one I had been on. This one was steel and larger, like a freight ship. He turned and it seemed as if he was looking directly at me. That was strange. I must be dreaming.

He shook his head at me.

"What? Do you know what I'm thinking?"

He nodded.

This was freaking me out. He smiled that heart-stopping smile of his. There was no doubt that he was indeed hearing my thoughts. He stepped closer to me and I was pulled onto the ship with him. He was inches away from me and I couldn't move. I was still wearing the brown silk gown and the wind whipped it around my body. He reached out to me. I couldn't move my feet but I could use my hands, until he grabbed both of my wrists. He held them next tom my body and leaned down toward me. In that instant he changed into the pirate who had made me a vampire. He was even wearing the same tunic and pants from back then, with scabbard and scarf at his hip. What had happened?

***

Searing pain shot through my skull. I screamed. Justin stopped and hovered above me in fear. My cry had sounded feral. He knew something was wrong. I clasped my hands to my head, dug my nails into my skull. I was mute from the pain.

It was Anastase. He knew what I was doing and had kept his word. I had to get Justin out of here. But the pain was too intense to move. I felt Anastase as he drew near and knew he was furious with me for letting Justin touch me again.

I moaned, “Justin, please, get out of here.”

“No, what’s wrong? I’m calling your brother.”

He reached for my discarded phone when black smoke filled the room. Anastase formed at the foot of the bed and I couldn’t get Justin out in time.

I screamed, “No!”

Anastase simply laughed as he fully transformed into his modern self. Justin jumped when he saw a man standing there.

“What the hell?” That was all Justin could manage as the blonde man looked him over.

“Yes, what the hell, indeed,” Anastase said with a sinister smile on his face. The pain decreased enough for me to be able to talk.

“Anastase, please let him leave. He doesn’t know,” I pleaded with Anastase.

“He doesn’t know? You didn’t tell him what we are? Is he nothing more than a plaything? You were about to bed him again, after I expressly forbid you to do so,” Anastase said as he came toward me.

Justin got up to stand between Anastase and I but was knocked across the room by a simple flick of Anastase’s wrist. Justin was shocked but got up and walked slowly toward me.