Serenity Lodge is haunted. Don’t ask the residents suffering dementia if that’s true. Ask the nurses.
Amanda Ennis is the new nurse at Serenity Lodge nursing home. It’s a dream job after years of the hectic pace in the emergency room of a large hospital. Better yet, she’s on the short-list for an upcoming Supervisor position!
The only stumbling block to working there is the constant undermining from Linda Harper, a battle-axe nurse. They both want that Supervisor job. Linda believes her decades of experience entitles her to it.
Working with Linda was the only downside until the new resident, Carmel Turner arrived.
Now, shadow people lurk in the hallways. Unseen hands play with the lights turning them on and off. Carmel, a psychic with stage four dementia, claims she’s even being attacked!
Amanda never believed in the supernatural until her own chilling encounters. When mysterious claw marks are slashed on Carmel, she can no longer deny their dire presence. Each new incident escalates the danger. But how can Amanda tell anyone? Ghosts? Spirits? If she so much as mentions this crazy stuff, not only will her promotion vanish, she'd lose her Nursing license!
All hell breaks loose on All Hallow’s Eve--that night when the barrier separating the afterlife is weakest.
No one is left unscathed. Not everyone is getting out of there alive.
Date Published: 09/30/2019
Publisher: WordFire Press
Wes Rockville, a disgraced law-enforcement agent, gets one last chance to prove himself and save his career when he’s reassigned to a 232-year-old secret government organization. The Witches Protection Program. His first assignment: uncover a billion-dollar cosmetics company’s diabolical plan to use witchcraft for global domination, while protecting its heiress Morgan Pendragon from her aunt’s evil deeds. Reluctantly paired with veteran witch protector, Alastair Verne, Wes must learn to believe in witches… and believe in himself. Filled with adventure and suspense, Michael Okon creates a rousing, tongue-in-cheek alternate reality where witches cast spells and wreak havoc in modern-day New York City.
Clearly, Wu had a bit of an attitude this morning. Scarlett wouldn’t let her talk down to her. What would Scarlett do; what would Scarlett do? Morgan racked her brain. Swallowing, she replied, her voice cold as ice, “I’ll get them there when I get them there. Deal with it.”
“You’re such a—”
“A what, Wu?” Morgan taunted. “Don’t forget, I answer directly to Bernadette, and she doesn’t take kindly to disrespect.”
Wu turned to lean on the sink, coming face to face with Morgan. “High and mighty today, aren’t we? You aren’t the only one with influence.” Wu’s eyes narrowed into slits. She had elegant hands that ended with long, graceful nails. She swirled them in the air, creating an eddy of wind that ruffled Morgan’s hair.
Morgan reached out, grabbing Wu’s hand in a viselike grip. “Don’t toy with me, and don’t use magic.” She squeezed hard, feeling one of the nails break. Wu struggled to break free, but Morgan maintained the upper hand. They stood nose to nose, hatred emanating from them both. She heard Wu’s quick intake of breath and let her snatch her hand away.
“I won’t forget this, Red.”
Morgan sniffed. “Don’t call me Red.” She turned to leave the bathroom.
“This isn’t over, Scarlett,” Wu called after her.
Morgan laughed as she exited the bathroom, thinking payback was going to be a bitch for Scarlett.
About the Author
Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters.
Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children.
Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Romantic Thriller
Publisher: Champagne Book Group
Date of Publication: July 29, 2019
Number of pages: 209
Word Count: 79,236
Cover Artist: OliviaProDesign
To save the life of the man she loves, sheâll have to risk her own.
Costume designer, Leslie Carroll has mastered the art of flying under the radar. Sheâs had to, or risk being found by the psychopath who almost killed her.
When she literally falls into Hollywood heartthrob Charlie Ericksonâs dressing room on her first day of employment, their mutual attraction is instant and undeniable. Despite his star status, Charlie is a sweet southern boy at heart, and for the first time in a long time, Leslie begins to think she has a chance at happiness.
When her harrowing past catches up to her and targets Charlie, will she run to save herself, or face her monster to save the man who is her future?
When Leslie emerged, her anger remained, although most of it was aimed at herself. Sheâd let Christineâs words get under her skin. Truth was, she had become mousy. In high school, sheâd been headstrong, bold, and daring. Then in college, thanks to unwise decisions, unspeakable things happened. Because of those things, sheâd become paranoid and cautious. If she was being honest, more than a little mousy.
That was the next item on her bucket list to change.
As she walked back toward the line, the drone of machines had lessened.
Frankâs skinny arms flailed around. He looked like a chicken fighting a snake. He spoke to a man, but because of the crowd gathered, the back of his head was the only visible body part. Angela too, appeared wild-eyed and pointing in her direction. Coffee churned in Leslieâs stomach. The crowd turned to stare as she trotted up.
Mr. Miller stood like ice. His eyes narrowed. A hush came over the crowd of extras. Folding his arms, he glared.
Great. What now?
She swallowed hard. Mr. Miller cleared his throat and grinned like a cat. Slowly, as if he had nowhere to be, he sauntered toward his prey, ready to pounce. âMiss Carroll,â he said, steepling his fingers, âhow pleasant of you to join us. Did you have a relaxing break?â
She opened her mouth to explain. He held one finger in the air to silence her, then circled like a shark claiming its lunch. âDid you get autographs from anyone famous? Is that why youâre here, dearâto attract an actor? I hired you to do a job, not to fraternize with the famed.â
The thirty or so extras gaped with delight as the torture unfolded. Frankâs face was lined with pretend sympathy yet smug, while Angelaâs seemed more humbled. Blood drained slowly from Leslieâs face, and her fists balled. Damn. Her only crime was not finding the bathroom. It wasnât as if she sought out the crazy.
Mr. Miller circled one last time. He strutted a few feet from her, head cocked sideways. A faint smile drifted across his lips. Enjoying his assault, he resumed, âMiss Carroll, please share with the group precisely where you went for an hour and what you were doing?â
She opened her mouth to speak, but everything she wanted to say, sounded crazy. Then it hit her. Leslie cleared her throat and forced a smile. âMr. Miller, Iâd love to tell you where Iâve been, but, you see, I signed a non-disclosure agreement. Iâm sure youâll understand, the actors I ran into would appreciate my discretion.â
He reeled. Anger rolled off his skin like fog. His nostrils flared as he stomped back toward her. His face was inches from hers. âI had such high hopes for you, Miss Carroll. You came with such recommendation. Now I know you are not a team player, but someone who enjoys the spotlight. Iâm afraid, I am going to have to ask youââ
Gasps from the crowd rang out before he finished. She knew. Knew someone walked up and stood behind her. Normal range, but again, too close for her.
âMr. Miller?â Charlieâs familiar voice boomed.
Her back straightened as if someone poked her. Perhaps it was her imagination, but the warmth from his body radiated through the back of her thin shirt. Or she was having a hot flash twenty years too early.
His signature cologne, designed by someone else but stamped with his name, filled the air. A body-awakening musk mixed with a fresh rain. She shuddered. Instinct caused her to whirl around and step to the side, gaining a foot of distance between them. As she did, their eyes locked. Another chill racked her body. If she was lucky, he didnât notice.
One quick look at Charlieâs head cocked to the side and the question in his eyesâheâd noticed.
Mr. Millerâs demeanor and voice changed, as if someone flipped a switch on his back. âMr. Erickson, what a pleasure! To what do we owe this visit? Oh, I remember, you were to be measured today, werenât you? Let me get my top assistant, Dana, and we will get that underway right now.â
He brushed past Leslie, shooting daggers, when Charlie stopped him.
âMr. Miller, Iâve already been fitted by this young lady here.â He moved toward her, holding out an arm like an invitation for a side hug.
Great. He was a hugger. When she mirrored his movement, only backward, she crossed her arms and shot him an apologetic nod. Questions arose again in his eyes. But this time, a sign of understanding accompanied it.
Charlie shoved his hands into his pockets and examined her yet spoke to Mr. Miller. âShe saved me time and embarrassment today.â Charlieâs gaze darted from the gawking crowd to Mr. Millerâs aggressive stance. Then he added, âI hope she was being commended for her efforts, rather than reprimanded.â
Charlie slid a long look at Mr. Miller.
Frank gaped, star struck, while Angelaâs stare switched from the famous actor to Leslie and back.
Charlie turned toward her. âI didnât realizeâwait, did you say today is your first day?â He shook Mr. Millerâs hand. âNice catch. Sheâs an excellent hire.â
Mr. Miller stammered, âWhyâ¦thank you, Mr. Erickson. That is generous of you. So Leslie measured you already?â Confusion laced his voice.
âLeslie,â Charlie repeated her name.
His slow, smooth voice rumbled with a touch of his southern drawl. Nothing could stop the flaming in her cheeks. Heat spread all the way to her ears. She wanted to disappear under the concrete floor. Her mind logged and registered all the exits. An old survival habit she couldnât break.
Fidgeting, she moved a baby-step farther out of his reach. Heâd already made her shudder and his mind-numbing scent mixed with his unwavering stare had her terrified heâd touch her, and yet wanting him to at the same time.
Yes, she was aware a costume professional by design must touch people. But it wasnât her touching others that bothered her. It was not having control of someone else touching her. As long as other people stayed in their bubble, she was fine. But somehow, Charlie seemed unaware of the bubble rule.
âYes, Leslie did an amazing job of putting up with my shenanigans.â He turned toward Mr. Miller. âCould I have a private word?â
Mr. Miller puffed up like a peacock. âMe? Well, of course, you can, Mr. Erickson.â
Chin raised a notch, he walked a few feet away from the crowd for their chat. When he returned, he waved his hand in dismissal of the crowd. Frank shrugged and turned. Angela actually smiled toward Leslie. She beamed back. Theyâd not be getting the better of her today.
Mr. Miller turned. His normal intimidating presence softened. âMiss Carroll, I owe you an apology. It was my understanding youâd gone missing.â He glared over at Frank and exhaled. âI should have considered the source. I had no idea you were recording measurements. Will you please accept my request for forgiveness?â
âOf course, sir.â
She offered her hand. Mr. Miller shook it as if it might bite him. Letting go, he raised one perfect eyebrow and added, âInteresting first day, wouldnât you say?â
âYes, sir.â She exhaled, deeply grateful to still have a job.
Straightening his suit jacket, he reverted to his more formal speech. âMr. Erickson requested a private word with you as well. When you are finished, I would like for you to find Mrs. Godwin again and speak to her about your next assignment. That will be all, Miss Carroll.â
âOf course, sir.â
What does he want now? Leslie made her way from the crowd toward Charlie. He leaned against the edge of a drafting table. Strong arms were folded across his chest, his golden hair still messy, and his legs stretched out. He surveyed her as she came toward him, his eyes questioning, as if figuring out a puzzle. His I-told-you-so smile was enough to make anyone swoon, but she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pressed her eyebrows together as she neared him.
He chuckled. Then in a low, sexy voice he said, âThere she is. My elusive friend, MousyâI mean Leslie.â
âMr. Erickson.â She nodded.
âCharlie,â he stated, looking her dead in the eyes.
This was a strong-willed chess match she was determined to win. âMr. Ericksonâwas there something you needed from me?â
âNot a fan, I take it?â
âFan of what?â
She shrugged. âI guess so, why?â
He mimicked her shrug. âJust wondering. I know youâre not a fan of being touched.â
Heâd nailed her in five seconds flat. Her hackles rose. âDid you need something?â
âYouâre a mystery, thatâs all. Most people in this town fight to stand next to an actor, name drop, snap pictures, you know the whole not-real fame thing.â He slid her a curious look. âBut not you. Itâs refreshing.â
She nodded, then raised her eyebrows as if to say, your point?
His smile faded, then rebounded as he mouthed the word âlunch.â
Her eyes narrowed. She cocked her head to the side as she placed both hands on her hips. âYou expect me to fetch your lunch?â
He pushed off the table and took a cautious step toward her. Both hands raised in surrender, he looked hurt. âNo, I want to take you to lunch. You know, for being discreet and not telling the world about the arrogant, pompous, windbag actor and his lunatic ex-girlfriend.â
She bit her lip. She wanted to full-out cackle. An unstoppable grin fought its way through. It radiated across her lips, erupting into giggles she had zero hope of controlling. He lowered his arms. His warm eyes danced with laughter along with her.
âI guess I should apologize for the pompous-windbag comment, eh?â
âNo way,â he said. âBesides, it was cute.â
He examined herâtoo closely. The heat in his eyes caused warning bells to clang in her mind. Her laughter faded fast.
Clearing his throat, he continued, âPlease let me take you to lunch. Come on, Slim, you gotta be hungry.â His boyish grin made her smile. âWhat do you say? They make a mean salad at the Canteen downstairs.â
Frank watched them with a mixture of respect and jealousy in his eyes. Perfect. Obviously, he was a fan of Charlieâs. Charlie didnât notice. In fact, he didnât seem to notice anything in the room but her. A few short years ago, she wouldâve jumped at the chance to go to lunch with a famous actor.
Shaking her head, she backed up. âSorry. I just canât. Weâre slammed. Thanks anyway.â She turned on her heels toward the sea of human mannequins.
She turned back as he stepped close.
âIâm sorry you had to listen to all thatâyou know, before with Christine. Sheâs such aâ¦â The struggle between being honest and being kind washed over his face. Charlie tilted his head up as if his answer hung in the rafters. He gave the impression he was searching for the vaguest, yet most correct word in the English language.
âBitch?â Leslie offered, her lips curved upward.
âYeah. Thatâs probably the best one.â
His wholesome laugh softened his jawline and lit up his eyes. She didnât want to look away. He didnât seem so intimidating or so famous anymore.
Charlie bent toward her. âListen, can I buy you coffee and a salad to make it up to you? Please?â
She allowed no one except Nate and her father to touch her or be in her space. Charlie had weaseled his body closer to hers. Back inside her bubble. Breathe. Tiny beads of sweat trickled around her temple. He was only being polite, she reminded her brain.
âNo thanks, Iâm more of a peanut butter and jelly type of girl anyway.â Leslie backed away, winning and grinning. She spotted Dana waving from the other side of the room. âMr. Erickson, I gotta go.â Walking away, she sensed a gaze on her rear. Something about him staring both excited and terrified her.
âLeslie?â he yelled.
She stopped in her tracks and turned, hating how it thrilled her when he called to her. Turning on his Hollywood charm, he declared, âItâs Charlieâand I will see you around.â
Kelley Griffin is an author, mom to five sons, wife to a marine and a teacher. Her romantic suspense debut, Binding Circumstance, is the story of a young Hollywood costume designer on the run from her college captor who literally falls into an A-list actor's dressing room and into his heart. That is, until her harrowing past catches up to her and targets him.
Look for Kelley's Kirin Lane series in the fall of 2019. You can check out her webpage at www.kelleygriffinauthor.com
Leslie is hiding from her past, but when she meets Charlie, a famous actor, her past soon catches up to her. An entertaining story with a good cast of characters. I would recommend it.
It is almost October, and if you are looking for some supernatural reads, then look no further.
Til Death Us Do Part: An Aurelia Graves Tale is the prequel story which started the Aurelia Graves series. It is available on Amazon for 99c.
Aurelia Graves is about to find out the hard way, that she is a witch.
When a desperate neighbor comes to her for help, Aurelia sees a way to make some quick cash. The whole town thinks she is a witch, why not play along?
A spell gone awry...
After performing a spell she found online, Aurelia is horrified when she reunites her neighbor with her lost love - one who has been dead for the last fifteen years.
It turns out, Aurelia is no ordinary witch...
With the help of Daniel, a self proclaimed teacher, Aurelia learns that she is in fact a necromancer and has power over the dead. Can she fix her mistake in time?
Find out how it all began...
Staked to the ground in the middle of the desert, seven criminals await their fate at the hands of the robed men who kidnapped them. Etta Hardin is the only female among them, but she may be the key.
Forced to drink blood, the robed men enact their plan to create a new species - a Blood Hunter.
Will Etta survive? Or will she perish alongside the others?
This is the origin story for the Blood Hunter series, out early 2020.
Only 99c - Out October 1st! Available to pre-order.
Something Wicked this way comes...
Venture into the dark world of witches with this spellbinding collection of stories.
A witch with the gift of second sight, finds himself in a predicament he may not be able to escape from.
What would you do for $5 million? When a demon offers one witch the chance to fix all her problems, it comes at a price. She must give him a child.
Three teenage girls are lured to the dark side by a mysterious boy. What secrets is he hiding? And what does he have planned for them?
Men flock to Circe, but she knows exactly how to deal with them. When a woman comes to her, seeking revenge against her lover, Circe finds herself in deep trouble.
You've heard of Morgana, now meet her mother. Darkness runs through her veins.
Featuring an exclusive short story from Kat Gracey, An Ill Wind.
A mysterious woman shows up on Daniel's doorstep, but is she all that she seems?
One click today and stay for a spell.
Contains 18+ content.
Only 99c - Out October 15th on all platforms. Available for pre-order.
As you turn the pages of Victoria Ray's debut book, you'll realize, once again, that the mix of humor, erotica and sci-fi is always the best medicine and that absurd things happen all the time, such as:
The heaven of all absurd and bizarre is awaiting you on the pages of this book! When we see something strange, we immediately start thinking - anything weird or odd activates our brains! These 42 strange stories are mind opening and will not only make you smile, but will also make you think.
Are you ready to engulf yourself in some silly and dirty tales that will make you smile?
Remember, these are adult stories (18+), so share only with your mature friends!
About the Author:
Victoria Ray was born in Russia, but grew up in Orsha, one of the oldest towns in Belarus. Although interested in writing fiction from a young age, it wasn't until 2018 that she decided to pursue it as a career. She lives with her husband and their two dogs in Sweden.
A subtle, psychological revelation of a family’s secrets.
“Trust me it is better to accept a lie than invent the truth.”
Family history defines your identity. Do you know who you are?
A mystery of family bonds, love, lies, deception, and jealousy.
The authorities place three-year-old Laura with a foster family. She has no relatives, no past life – she is a nobody.
Years later, her trauma of feeling abandoned erupts in violence during a family history project.
She returns to her birthplace; Russet House. In the attic, she finds old newspaper reports of a tragic event.
Her mother is missing. Her father is dead.
She persuades a retired police detective to investigate the unsolved mystery and find her mother. This unsettles her newly found relatives who advise her to go away and let the past rest.
Through shocking turns, a fifteen-year-old secret unravels in a final twist.
About the Author:
James McEwan is a writer of short stories and blogs flash fiction. After a career in engineering he completed a degree; BA (Hon) Humanities with Creative Writing combined with German Language and Culture.
Missing is his first novel.
Other work included The Listener–A collection of short stories.
The Case of the Mahjong Dragon, an original variation on the Sherlock Holmes canon and the stories were criticised for not being long enough.
He has contributed charitable work to:
A Thousand Cranes – Scottish Writers for Japan.
Simply Read Too - Lanark Writers - poetry and short stories, with an audio CD.
Falling Leaves - Lanark Writers - poetry and short stories.
The web sites Literallystories.com and Fictiononthe web.co.uk. publish his work.
He lives in Central Scotland and has two adult daughters
On Thursday, August 15th, I will be releasing Bloodlines: The Dark Fae Chronicles. This three book series will be on rapid release with book 2 out August 29th and book 3 out September 12th.
Nova may be the last hope of mankind.
When the Fae are released from their earthly tomb, they wipe out most of the human race. Only Nova, a half Fae girl, can save them. As heir to the throne, she must take down the Queen and claim the throne for herself.
You can pre-order Book 1 for only 99c. Check out the link below.
The Soppranaturale Series
Genre: YA Fiction, YA Romance, Supernatural, Fantasy
Publisher: Inskpell Publishing
Date of Publication: June 20th, 2019
Number of pages: 171
Word Count: 40,109
Cover Artist: Najla Qamber
Tagline: Vampires exist. Werewolves exist. Witches exist. Shape Shifters exist. And now . . . Faeries exist.
Hidden in plain sight, is a mysterious hotel that doubles as a supernatural refugee: The Soppronaturale.
Each supernatural inhabitant has a specific purpose, job, and destiny.
All to keep the hotel running and its secrets safe.
Vampires exist. Werewolves exist. Witches exist. Shape Shifters exist. And now Faeries exist.
The last two Faeries, once unified, could be the most powerful forces on Earth.
Ommily, newcomer to the Soppronaturale, offensively controls and manipulates the four elements; Fire, Earth, Wind and Water. While Link defensively uses their energy to shield Ommily and himself from even the darkest magic.
They could protect all others. But first, they have to defeat the Gauntlet.
When she walks into the hotel lobby, my world stands still. As if the earth suddenly stops rotating for a brief, suffocating second. Not just for me, but other men and women seem to pause just to stare at her, too. Huddled businessmen stumble over their words as they cut off their conversations in order to gawk at her. Their gazes follow her curves, from her forehead down to her heels. Their mouths hang open with no regard to impending drool. Wide-eyed women follow her path also, turning their heads just enough to hide their judgmental expressions. Even the teenage bellboy nearly trips over his luggage cart as he catches sight of her. For me, I have to grip the counter to stop myself from swaying and my knees from buckling, fighting the breath thatâs caught in my windpipe.
Her hair, like fire, consumes her shoulders in perfect, flowing ringlets. Her eyes are like protuberant green emeralds that capture your soul, if ever your gaze aligns with hers. Her skin is as if it were painted on her face, pulling in the bronze summer highlights from outside. Her smile is one luminous hue of ivory, matching the sagging tissues directly in front of me. Her body is thin yet slightly muscular, bulging or pinching inward in all the right places. Her clothes even look as though they were made specifically for her, hugging her body seamlessly.
About the Author:
Ashley Pagano has always dreamed of being an artist both figuratively and literally. Her love of art was instilled by her mother who always inspired her to be creative either with a paintbrush or with a pen and paper. As far back as she can remember her life was always centered around introspection, storytelling, and imagination.
Because she is so artistic, she took to the idea of creative writing very passionately. Her ability to describe a scene, person, or place, she compares to painting a picture, where she can describe every detail vividly in order to make the reader feel like theyâre truly living in the story. Her works of writing usually center around a powerhouse female protagonist (which reflect her own personality), who progresses through many wild and extreme obstacles. Ashley loves to write stories that end with a cliffhanger, that have the reader begging for more and questioning what happens next.
Her most recent novel sets the stage for the paranormal romance of the century and includes ghosts, poltergeists, and demons who just love to get in the way of true love. Ashley has won awards for her design, art, and writing.
Ashley doesnât believe in down time whatsoever and actually loves having a full âTo-Doâlist. Ashley is a wife to her wonderful husband, Eric and a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Dakota. She is also a Graphic Designer and a health and fitness coach. Her husband and daughter inspire her to be the best person she can be and encourage her to pursue any of her dreams (no matter how extravagant they may be).
The supernatural world resides at a hotel and when a Fae arrives, with no idea that there are other supernatural out there, Link finds himself drawn to her. An interesting take on urban fantasy. I enjoyed the story and the characters. I would recommend it.
Thank you for joining us. I hope you enjoyed the event. We will be running a new event in early 2020. Theme to be decided.
Thanks for stopping by.
1) Tell us about your book
I have four published books and am currently working on the fifth; the second book of the Bloodline Trilogy.
The Vampyr Trilogy:
Song of the Vampire-
After becoming a vampire, rock star, Quinn Forrester dropped out and became a recluse. The book begins nineteen years later, the night he reunites with his daughter, Nadia who he abandoned as a baby after becoming one of the undead.
Under a Bourbon Street Moon-
Things get complicated for the vampires when Quinn and Tristen's past comes back to haunt them.
New romance is in the cards for Quinn and Nadia when Randi Brooks returns to New Orleans and Nadia's old flame, Chad Devereaux comes back into her life.
The Bloodline Trilogy:
Sex, Blood, Rock' N' Roll, and Vampyr-
Where the Vampire Trilogy ends, the Bloodline Trilogy begins. My latest novel is Sex, Blood, Rock' N' Roll, and Vampyr, and the title pretty much says it all. Quinn and Nadia return with their night club act, After Dark performing weekly at Vampyr. Twenty-five years after Quinn's mysterious departure from his band, he is managing to keep his identity as an ageless vampire a secret until the opening of an art gallery brings his former band member to New Orleans.
2) What makes your vampires unique?
My books are set in the present day. Vampires of legend would never survive in the modern world of forensics, technology, security cameras, and cameras everywhere. So my vampires have evolved into gentle predators; no longer allowed to drain and kill their prey. Only "little drinks" are permitted, and they must eradicate the mortal's memory of blood drinking. Vampires must live in secret with humans and play nice with them. Many rely on alternative methods for acquiring blood, and vampire bars have risen in popularity. Former rock star turned vampire, Quinn Forrester is the owner of New Orleans most popular music venue, Vampyr. Aside from being the French Quarter's coolest music club, it is also a secret vampire bar serving the most excellent quality human blood to its vampire clientele. If they prefer to drink from a donor, the dark, secluded alley next to the bar seduces the most delectable human specimens itching to quench a vampire's thirst. Welcome to Vampyr!
3) If you could have a vampire ability, what would it be and why?
I think it would be great to be able to move at high speed or fly because I'm always late.
4) Is your book standalone or part of a series?
My books are meant to be read as a series, but there are no cliffhangers, so they also read well as a standalone. Each is a continuation of the last one, but they begin with a new story. The Vampyr Trilogy focuses on Quinn and his family. The Bloodline Trilogy reunites Quinn with his band. A lot of people tell me they read Sex, Blood, Rock' N' Roll, and Vampyr first and then went back and read the Vampyr Trilogy to get the back story on the characters.
5) What is next for you?
I'm working on the second book of the Bloodline Trilogy titled Vampyr After Dark to be released later this year. I also have some book signings planned. Check in with my website, www.kmmcfarland.com for updates.
About the Author:
S. K. Gregory is an author, editor and blogger. She currently resides in Northern Ireland.
“Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.”