Vampire Hunter D: The Stuff of Dreams #BookReview #Paranormal #Steampunk

 

TheStuffofDreamsIn a world where even the smallest and most remote village is being terrorized by the monsters that stalk the night, there is a hamlet, prosperous and peaceful, where mortals and vampires have lived in harmony for years. It is there that seventeen-year-old Sheavil Schmidt has slept, neither waking nor aging, for thirty years since first receiving the vampire’s immortal kiss. The mysterious Vampire Hunter D is lured to the tranquil oasis by recurrent dreams of the beautiful, undying girl bathed in an eerie blue light and dancing in a ghostly chateau.

I’m a HUGE Vampire Hunter D fan, and I love the whole series. However… I feel this one lacked the energy I’m accustomed to. Ugh, it sucked to type that. 😦 Sorry Mr. Kikuchi! *bows*

In this novel, D was still as sexy and mysterious as ever. The main heroine, Nan, was of course smitten by him. What re-blooded woman wouldn’t be smitten by the devilish dhampir? The pace was a bit long-winded, which is not a big problem since it flows nicely with Mr. Kikuchi’s writing style.

Because this story is wrapped around a dream within a dream, certain parts were difficult to follow, but once I caught on, I was engaged.

After she was attacked by a noble, a young girl finds herself suspended in an eternal sleep and trapped within a dream. As a result, she lures others into the dream and the only one who can rescue her is Vampire Hunter D. Only problem is, once she pulls him into the fantasy created in her mind, he can’t escape until he does the one thing she desires.

I enjoyed the premise, even though it dragged along a bit.

I’m excited to read the next installment in the series.

Happy Release Day; CRIMSON MEMORIES #99Cents #Steampunk #ASMSG #Erotica

Today is release day for my first steampunk fairytale, CRIMSON MEMORIES! Yey!

To celebrate, here’s a steamy excerpt for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy!

CrimsonMemories_ebook_Final“Wait, Petra! Don’t go!” I dashed through the gathering of tall evergreens, slapping branches out of my way.

Her mass of wild hair swayed from left to right as she raced through the forest. She ran fast, so fast it was difficult to catch up. Soon, I lost the visual of her. She had disappeared.

“Petra!” I continued to move forward, hoping and praying she would come back to me. “Petra!”

“Yes, Argon?” purred a woman’s voice from the shadows.

I stumbled to a halt and glanced around my foreign surroundings.

She sauntered from behind a large oak, no longer a young lass, but a striking woman with bodacious curves that could shake the world. An impish smile curved her plush lips. Everything about her appearance was hypnotizing.

I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her slightly flattened nose, high cheekbones, and kissable lips were works of art. And her body… She swayed when she walked. Voluptuous breasts protruded from her chest in glorious splendor. Haloed at the tips were perfectly round areolas and hardened nipples. The chain she’d worn as a girl still resided around her waist, sparkling like diamonds against her swarthy skin and clinging lovingly to her wide hips. A triangular patch of dark curly hair covered her mons. She approached me with the lethal grace of a predator.

Panting helplessly, I reached out for her.

She skipped backwards and began to circle me, sashaying on her toes. She moved so fluidly, I thought she would twirl into a ballet at any moment. “Are you hunting me, Argon Quinn?” Her voice was a breath of silk, brushing over me like a soothing wind.

“I am,” I admitted with no shame. “You captivate me.” Like her, I had changed. My timbre had deepened greatly, my body had stretched. I was now a man, suffering the primal longing for the elusive siren before me. “Are you going to continue to make me chase you?”

“I think I will.” She ended her roundabout, tilted her head playfully, and then darted behind another tree.

Husky laughter shook my chest as I went in pursuit. “Such a teasing temptress.” I rounded the evergreen, and she wasn’t there.

She appeared from behind the adjacent tree. “You like to be teased and I like it when you chase me. It makes me feel wanted.”

I dared a few steps forward. “And want you, I do. Would you like to know what I plan to do once I get my hands on you?”

The question sent a visual shudder down her form. Her lips parted, eyes widened.

Taking one lengthy step, I lunged for her.

Determined to keep the space between us, she leapt backwards. “I would encourage you to enlighten me, but I’d rather you save it.” Leaving her girlish laughter echoing across the forest, she vanished behind another tree, only to reappear behind me. “You can surprise me…” Her breathy whisper feathered the shell of my ear. “That is, if you have the will to catch me.”

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Crimson Memories is now available at your favorite ebook vendor!

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CRIMSON MEMORIES, Available for Pre-Order #99cents #Steampunk #Erotica #ASMSG

 

Hello, fellow readers, authors and bloggers!

My new novel, CRIMSON MEMORIES is available for pre-order on Amazon for only $0.99. It releases on May 6th! This is my first steampunk tale, and I’m sure it won’t be my last. Very excited about this one! Please purchase to support my journey into a new genre.

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Crimson Memories is a dystopian retelling of the classic fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood. Only this tale is not for children. Step into a world shrouded in dragon flames, where the passion is as hot as the fire.  CrimsonMemories_ebook_Final

“We are kindred spirits, forever bonded together by our desire to fight for the love we will never have.” ~ Petra

Argon Quinn, a prestigious dragon hunter, takes a short break from the battlefield to visit his grandfather Ian—a brave man who lost his leg to a blood-thirsty demon wolf many years ago. Because of this, Argon carries a deep and abiding hatred for all supernatural creatures.

His hatred has fueled his illustrious career as a captain with the Dark Hunters Legion. However, recent memories are testing his resolve.

As a young boy, Argon met a forest nymph named Petra. She left a lasting impression on his heart. Now years later, she is the elusive woman who haunts his dreams. He realizes she’s more than human, but what will he do when he finds out she’s the very thing he despises most?

Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B00WPZ3Y60

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00WPZ3Y60

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COVER REVEAL ~ Crimson Memories #ASMSG #Shifters #Steampunk #Fairytales

Hey there, fellow readers, bloggers and authors!

Today I have a new cover to share with you.

Behold….

Cover Reveal ~ CRIMSON MEMORIES CrimsonMemories_ebook_Final

This cover was created by Karri Klawiter. ^_^

Crimson Memories is a dystopian retelling of the classic fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood. Only this tale is not for children. Step into a world shrouded in dragon flames, where the desire is as hot as the fire. 😉

(Paranormal Romance/ Steampunk)

“We are kindred spirits, forever bonded together by our desire to fight for the love we will never have.” ~ Petra

Argon Quinn, a prestigious dragon hunter, takes a short break from the battlefield to visit his grandfather Ian—a brave man who lost his leg to a blood-thirsty demon wolf many years ago. Because of this, Argon carries a deep and abiding hatred for all supernatural creatures.

His hatred has fueled his illustrious career as a captain with the Dark Hunters Legion. However, recent memories are testing his resolve.

As a young boy, Argon met a forest nymph named Petra. She left a lasting impression on his heart. Now years later, she is the elusive woman who haunts his dreams. He realizes she’s more than human, but what will he do when he finds out she’s the very thing he despises most?

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Wicked #Fairytales: Crimson Memories by Yours Truly #Steampunk #InterracialRomance #asmsg

Happy Friday, fellow bloggers, authors and readers! I was so focused on introducing you to the authors who participated in the Fairytale Anthology that I forgot to introduce myself. LOL!

Here we go!

YvonneNicolas5Yvonne Nicolas  comes from a realm populated with fairies, unicorns and dragons.She has lived amongst the humans for over thirty years. And she now finds herself wondering, what the hell am I doing here?

*giggle* I know, I’m being silly. Cut me a break, okay, it’s Friday.

Most of you who follow my blog know who I am, the wacky chick from the south who takes nothing seriously, but if you don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself…

One thing I can tell you about me is that I LOVE TO WRITE! I love to bring the readers into my dark, twisted world, and convince them that it’s paradise. 😉

I was born in Orlando, Florida and I have been an avid reader since fourteen years old. As a kid, I would sneak into my mother’s room to read her secret stash of erotic novels, and I fell in love with the genre. Some years later, I got into paranormal romance and horror. I became a fan of Anne Rice, Zane, Hideyuki Kikuchi and the late, great L.A. Banks. Afterwards, I decided to try my hand at the craft. I was delightfully surprised that I was blessed with the gift of writing. I now reside in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia (still a southern gal ^_^) and I’m excited to share my gift with readers like myself.

Check out my offering to the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection—CRIMSON MEMORIES! This story straddles the line of Paranormal Romance and Steampunk, with a nice wet dose of erotica. 😉

Crimson Memories Blurb

Visiting his grandfather, a brave man who lost his leg to a demon wolf decades earlier, Argon Quinn has a deep and abiding hatred for supernatural creatures that has fueled his illustrious career as a warrior with the Dark Hunters Legion. While at home, Argon meets Petra, the woman of his dreams, but she is shrouded in secrets. He recognizes that she’s more than human, but what will he do when he realizes she’s the very thing he despises most? Wicked FairyTales

**A Wicked retelling of Red Riding Hood**

“Oh my gorgeous hunter, why do you tempt me with these forbidden desires?” ~ Petra

 Teasing Excerpt of Crimson Memories

Once she could no longer smell the scent of blood and mud on her skin, Petra stepped out of the tub and settled in next to him on the grassy pad. Raking her fingers through his hair, from root to tip, she listened to his soft, steady breathing. She studied the lines and masculine shape of his face. “You sweet human man…I adore you so.” For such a strong man, he had delicate features, which accommodated the beauty he displayed. She allowed her fingertips to glide over his neck, down the center of his muscled chest and taut abs, periodically fingering faint battle scars. She played along his waistline, then traveled beneath his trousers and traced the muscled V of his groin.

During her innocent exploration, his breath hitched. Next, his eyelids fluttered. Those shimmering green orbs stared upwards at the rocky ceiling, and then they slid in her direction. He slowly turned his head and rested his eyes on her.

Caught under his piercing gaze, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

“Petra?” He blinked a few times, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.

Startled, she screamed and tried to lunge to her feet.

He dragged her down onto her backside and smashed her against the grassy bed, straddling her. In attempt to fight against his brute force, she snarled and shoved at his shoulders. Pressing his hard body into hers, he caught her wrists in one mighty grip and fisted her hair with his free hand.

Petra went still, refusing to struggle further. In this form, she was easily subdued. Not that she couldn’t fight like this, but she didn’t want to. She liked being trapped beneath him, bounded into submission.

Emerald eyes, glowing in furious passion and lust, bored into hers. Neither one of them spoke, or looked away. There were so many questions blazing from his gaze, so much hurt, so many emotions. His lips quivered, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t utter a word.

She tilted her head back, baring her throat.

His hard glare softened. Pinning her wrists above her head, he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Her heart rate quickened, her breathing escalated.

His lips were warm on her flesh. He opened his mouth, grazed her with his teeth then swept his tongue over her throat.

A whispery moan escaped her.

His mouth moved up from her neck, to her chin, and finally to her lips. Her heart swelled as tears wet her lashes. This kiss was sweet, and needed. Oh, thank you Mother of earth for bringing him back to me… Fairytale FB Banner6

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