WeWriWa: Take a Bite Out of Life . . . MIDNIGHT KISS $0.99!

Sometimes, what sustains also drains . . . as my naïve heroine discovers when she falls for her father’s mysterious patient who is undergoing secret treatments to cure his “condition.” Word of advice to heroine: Undergoing secret treatments for a “condition” is not something you look for on a dating app! She should have read this week’s excerpt. Here’s a taste . . .

“Where is your father?” Half whisper, half growl, his voice startled her as he demanded, “Get him here, now!”

“What is it? Is there something I—”

“Come no closer.”

Arabella gasped at the sight of him—so pale, in the dimness his flesh seemed almost translucent, lean features drawn into taut relief of highlight and hollow, as if ravaged by a wasting sickness. Wet hair clung sleekly to the contour of his skull from which his eyes burned, just a trick of the light, surely, for in that moment, she could have sworn they blazed like coals beneath the dark slash of his brows. Then he turned his head away, denying her the sight of his misery.

“Leave me, please. I will be fine if you leave me.”

He wouldn’t be fine. She could tell by watching his agitation that something was so dread­fully wrong, he’d come to her father for help . . . but Stuart Howland was not at home.

(And the rest of the scene . . .)

“Please,” she cried out softly, “please tell me what I can do for you.”

For a moment there was silence, then the slow, hissing draw of his breath as he came about to face her. They were quite close, so he had no diffi­culty reaching out to catch her by the upper arms, long fingers biting into tender flesh with hurtful pressure. What kind of illness left such strength in a man’s hands, she wondered somewhat frantically? But she couldn’t move, couldn’t complain, for he was staring down into her eyes and suddenly nothing else existed beyond the pull of his unblinking gaze. An odd lethargy spread through her as she heard him speak, his tone quiet and somehow soothing, seeming to melt her very bones.

“What can you do for me?” he repeated, as if con­sidering the question. His arms bent to compel her forward, until she could feel the force of his rapid breath against her upturned face. There was no warmth to it. Nor was there any sign of weakness or distress in him.

Power . . . she sensed power. It en­gulfed her, swallowing her whole.

“Arabella.”

MIDNIGHT KISS, the first book in my “Touched by Midnight” vampire romance series, has taken on a surprising life of its own over the past decades. First released in 1994 as the first of three (ultimately nine) books that move through the same vampiric family from the Regency era to modern times, it was raised again through Belle Books in 2015 and shows no sign of going gently or quietly into that goodnight. If you like a darkly delicious romance, a bite of the paranormal and a taste of history, sink your teeth into MIDNIGHT KISS for only $0.99 through April 15th! You may find yourself hungry for more . . .

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I’m happy to be back with my friends at WeWriWa after a week of wonderful relaxation with a critique partner pal doing final edits on my Texas-set romantic suspense, AN UNTARNISHED HERO. It’s off for BETA reads so I’m somewhat at a loss of what to do next. The search for an agent is foremost on my agenda. Any suggestions . . . ? Looking forward to seeing what’s been playing on your keyboards in this beautiful month of April!

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