NEW RELEASE AND SERIES TOUR: “Vampire Guard” by Elizabeth Noble.

NEW RELEASE AND SERIES TOUR

Welcome to The Vampire Guard, where legend and myth
meet science and technology.

Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City saga might have
ended but the story continues…

Vampires make the
best spies. Throw a smart-mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The
Vampire Guard’s newest team is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies
with a full range of skills. Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job and get
out before the bad guys ever know what hit them.

They employ a combination
of supernatural powers and cutting-edge technology to hunt down terrorists, thieves,
biological weapons… and sometimes even their fellow vampires and werewolves. An eclectic
organization comprised of individuals with diverse personalities, backgrounds, and abilities,
this guard has bite—and they’re not afraid to use it.

Author and Publisher:
Elizabeth Noble

Cover Artist: TL
Bland

Genres: Paranormal thriller, Spyfi, Espionage, Scifi & Fantasy,
Paranormal Fantasy, LGBTQ Fantasy

Tropes: Band of Brothers, Fated Mates, Humanity is Dangerous,
Immortality, Mad Scientist, Secret Society, Vampires, Werewolves

Themes: Heroes who don’t know how to quit; justice always
lawful

 

BOOK DETAILS

BOOK 1

Vampires make the
best
spies.

Book Title: Code Name
Jack Rabbit
(The Vampire
Guard Book 1)

Length: 71 000 words/200
pages

Heat Rating: 3-4 flames

Release Date: January 12,
2021 (2
nd
Edition)

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Blurb

Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless
City saga might have ended but the story continues


Welcome to the Vampire Guard, where legend and myth meet science and
technology.


Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-
mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The Vampire Guard’s newest team
is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies with a full range of skills.
Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job, and get out before the bad guys
ever know what hit them.


Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas are thrust into the
world of high-tech spies and top-secret espionage conspiracies. Recruited into the world’s
most elite and secret organization with one singular mission. Protect those who can’t defend
themselves from ruin.


Together they must thwart an assassination
attempt on the open waters of Lake Superior while tracking a previously unknown biological
weapon controlled by the Qiguan—a weapon which may very well mean death for one of
them.

 

BOOK 2

And this time it’s
personal.

Book Title: Quarry
(The Vampire Guard Book
2)

Length: 66 300 words/ 185
pages

Release Date: May 18, 2021
(2
nd
Edition)

Heat Rating: 1-2 flames

It is not a standalone story,
but d
oes not end on a cliffhanger.

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Four members of The Vampire Guard—Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas—face a
dangerous and elusive enemy. And this time, it’s personal.


When massive tech outages impact everything
from Wi-Fi to traffic control, Blair, Forge, Declan, and Lucas think it’s a simple matter of
catching troublesome hackers. But they quickly realize far more is at stake.


Millions of dollars in art are the target of a thief
who’s not afraid to kill—and he’s no stranger. Not only has he escaped capture, twice, a
decade ago, but he’s had a hand in life-altering tragedies throughout their
lifetimes.


Once it becomes clear that art theft is just a
fraction of his plan for mass destruction, they realize time is running out. The clock’s ticking.
Catastrophe is imminent. Can they find and disarm all the bombs in time or will countless
lives be lost?

 

BOOK 3 – NEW RELEASE

A werewolf and seven
vampires are all that stand between the world and complete annihilation.

Book Title:
Endosymbiont (The Vampire Guard Book
3)

Length: 63 000 words/ 180
pages

Release Date: May 4, 2022

Heat Rating: 1-2 flames

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Blurb

When Kai Richter and Ori Bier met, sparks
flew.


Then a train blew up.

Tracking an organism deadly to not only humans,
but vampires and werewolves alike, brings Kai and Ori into The Vampire Guard. Decades
later, they, along with Operative Team Jack Rabbit, come face to face with the horrors that
same virus produces. Dead bodies are coming back to life, and rational people are becoming
violent and brutal killers.


A massacre is taking place nearly a mile under the
Atlantic Ocean. Two teams of The Vampire Guard are in the thick of it, fighting to
survive.

 

Excerpt from Endosymbiont

“How do werewolves fit into this grand plan?” Ori asked.
“When we first began chasing Sauer, he was collecting tissue samples and blood from
werewolves too.”

“And humans,” Kai added.

“I’ve been giving that some thought as well,” Lucas began.
“Both vampires and werewolves are more powerful than humans, but in different ways. As a
species each has slightly different skill sets than humans. A werewolf is born, unlike a
vampire. They have strong family and pack ties, so recruiting them as soldiers would likely
fail unless it was something an individual wanted to do. Getting large numbers to join up for
a cause outside a pack would be difficult, if not impossible. Yes, there might be German
packs siding with the Nazis, but there would be an equal number, or more, of packs from
other regions willing to fight on the opposing side. However, if there was a way to
incorporate werewolf attributes to enhance vampires, that would be valuable if the goal
were to create a super soldier.”

“Werewolves have, historically, fought in wars. However, as
a group they fared much better, particularly afterward. Because of their pack system,
soldiers returning from battle have a phenomenal support system. They don’t have the
homelessness and mental health problems many human soldiers do,” Ori chimed in.
“Humans are only now beginning to catch up to werewolf mental health.”

Lucas nodded. “Another desirable quality for a super
soldier. Mental and emotional stability. There’s also the possibility he was hoping to create
more than one generation of super soldiers by incorporating werewolves. I’m starting to
think this guy had a clear idea of what he wanted, but not how to achieve it.”

“And then somewhere along the way in his quest to create
some sort of super soldier, Sauer discovers an organism that can be weaponized,” Jonas
said.

“There’s a gap in the research. A jump from analyzing the
three species to what we’re dealing with now,” Lucas said. “I’m guessing the biological
weapon is still a fairly new idea. Eighty years ago there simply wasn’t the technology to
make this thing useful. However, as a group, scientists are hoarders and packrats. We never
really throw anything away.”

“And once an idea is out there, it never goes away,” Jonas
added and grinned.

“Sauer became a vampire at some point, and I bet it didn’t
take long for him to realize all he had to do was hang around and wait for technology to
catch up to his ideas,” Sophia said. “He might’ve been a horrible and evil man, but he
certainly wasn’t stupid.”

One of the computers started chirping.

“This place is annoying,” Kai grumbled.

Blair wheeled his chair away from the table to the terminal.
“It’s a heat signature. A new one.”

“From where?” Ori demanded. “How would
someone get into this place without us knowing.”

Shaking his head, Blair stared at one of the monitors,
moving the cursor around. He did something that dulled the noise. “Whoever it is, they
didn’t come from outside, they’ve been hiding. There must be pocket areas that aren’t
covered by any sensors.”

“Heat signature, so not a vampire,” Declan said.

Blair nodded. “Too high for human.” He turned to face
them. “The werewolf we couldn’t account for.” He swung back to the computer when it
began making a different noise. “Kruger is in his office, but the werewolf and a human is
heading that way.” Moving to another computer, Blair pressed a few keys on the keyboard
and the quarters Kincade and Madison occupied appeared on one of the other monitors.

Madison was sitting on the side of his bed, reading. It was
obvious by how he yawned and stretched he’d probably only recently woken up. Kincade’s
room was empty.

Blair blinked at the monitor for a few seconds before he
exclaimed, “How the
hell did he get out? The door is locked from the outside.”

“Air vents, or maintenance shafts.” Declan like the others,
was up and moving in seconds.

Porter started issuing orders. “Kai, Declan, Forge, with
Sophia.” He turned to Ori. “You stick with Blair if he has to leave this section.”

Ori nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

 

About the Author

Mystery, action, chills, and
thrills spiced with romance and desire.
ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the adage “I can’t not write.” She doesn’t remember a time when she
didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page. Those words
turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M fiction. A part of
every day is spent living in worlds she created that are filled with intrigue and espionage.
She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all
things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural.

When she’s not chronicling
the adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in her native
Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares her little, brick house
with two spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgis and their feline sidekicks. Elizabeth is a fan of
baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Cleveland Baseball) and gardening. She can often be found
working in her ‘outside office’ listening to classic rock and plotter her next novel waiting for
it to be dark enough to gaze at the stars.

Elizabeth has received a number of amateur writing awards. Since being
published, several of her novels have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards.
Jewel Cave was a runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards.
Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow
Awards.

 

 

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Book Title: Freezing Aversion

Author: BL
Maxwell

Publisher and Cover Artist: BL
Maxwell

Release Date: December 29,
2021

Genre: Paranormal M/M
Romance

Tropes: Fated Mates, Forced
Proximity, Paranormal Romance, Vampire Thriller, Vampire Hunter

Themes: Found mate,
Vampire Romance, Newborn Vampire, Trapped by snow

Heat Rating: 2
flames

Length: 50 000
words

It’s the second book in the
Consortium Series but it is a standalone story.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

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A Tracker who can find anyone except the mate he’s
always craved.

Blurb

Benjamin Coulton is a tracker employed by the Consortium, the ruling counsel of vampires.

When he’s sent to investigate a rogue vampire killing indiscriminately in a remote region of
Alaska. Bad weather hampers his effort and he loses the vampire he’s been tasked to find.

Leon Davis and his friend Brian agreed to be winter caretakers for several cabins and a
fishing lodge, thinking it would be easy money. They settle into their daily routine of
checking the cabins for animal break-ins, or broken water pipes, and prepare for a long
winter.

Until a run in with a vampire changes everything. Ben finds a newly turned vampire left for
dead by the rogue vampire, and suddenly Ben’s mission changes course. In the freezing
wilderness of Alaska, he uncovers more truths and the mate he’d always longed for… and
now the killer vampire is tracking them.

MM Paranormal Romance.

Excerpt

Letting my senses guide me, I came upon a small grouping of cabins that surrounded a lake,
just like the sign promised. It was so far removed from where I’d turned off the main road
that I couldn’t believe there could be a human out here. But there was.

I was slammed from behind and tumbled toward the ground but managed to land on my
feet before spinning to face whatever had attacked me.

Before me crouched a vampire who appeared to have been feeding to the point of being
blood crazed. He had no control over his instincts at this point and was consumed with the
need to feed, and by the way he bared his teeth at me, he didn’t know any better than to try
to feed on me. His face was partially hidden from view by the hood of his jacket,
and what looked like a stocking hat pulled down low.

“Stand down, vampire, or I will end you.” I readied for his attack that I knew would come. He
was far past caring about consequences and believe me, there would be consequences.

He snarled and attacked; grabbing my hair and running up the trunk of a tree, he ripped my
head back. Twisting around, I tore myself from his grip and stood on his back as I pressed
him into the snow.

“Get off me or you will die.” He fought, even though he knew he would not win. The
madness that overtook him left him unreasonable to a point he would not be saved, and I
grunted as he heaved me off him and against a tree.

He was up in a flash charging at me again. “Must feed,” he screamed, his hands curled into

claws as he charged. I spun as he reached me and pulled the knife from my waistband.
Though it only left him off balance for a split-second, it was enough to give me the
advantage. When he attacked again, I spun the knife and plunged it into his heart. It wasn’t
enough to destroy him, but it would injure him.

He screamed in pain before running off into the woods. Fuck, why did it always have to be
so hard?

About the Author

BL Maxwell grew up in a
small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his childhood. Later she became an
avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became obsessed with fanfiction. She
soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM genre and was hooked.

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Book Title: Mongrel

Author: Lee
Colgin

Publisher: Colgin
Enterprise

Cover Artist: Natasha
Snow

Release Date: November 18,
2021

Genre: MM Paranormal Romance

Heat Rating: 4
flames

Length: 76 000
words

It is a standalone story and
does not
end on a cliffhanger.

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A misfit
wolf

A guilt-ridden
vampire

A chilling
mystery

Blurb

Mongrel, a creature more wolf than man, leads a lonely life
on the fringes of pack society—until the night a handsome vampire shows up with a
mysterious request.

Bowie—a vampire cursed to a life of endless
nights—maintains close ties with his human family. When young girls in their village go
missing, he must act quickly. But to find them, he’ll need to convince the local werewolf
pack to loan him their best tracker—a wolf known as the Mongrel.

Though he hates the slur, Andras is used to being called
Mongrel. When Bowie refuses to refer to him by anything but his given name, Andras can’t
help a flicker of unexpected trust toward the stranger. He volunteers to help Bowie, risking
banishment.

Can two tender-hearted men overcome their traumatic
pasts and work together to rescue the girls before it’s too late? Or will the world’s most
prolific killer snuff the flames of their passion along with the lives of her captives?

***

This steamy love story spans the country of Hungary
as Andras and Bowie journey through cities and wilderness on their quest to right a killer’s
wicked wrongs. Mongrel features a sweetly possessive werewolf, a cinnamon roll of a
vampire, and the worst serial killer in history. A surprisingly fluffy MM Paranormal/Historical
Romance considering the subject matter.

HEA guaranteed with loads of laughs along the way
and no cliffhanger ending!

Excerpt

The Kingdom of Hungary,
1610

I watch the ground pass by beneath my paws
rather than risk meeting the eyes of the other wolves. They probably aren’t looking anyway,
having better things to do than greet the

mongrel
, even on a full moon. I’ve spent so long
pretending not to care it’s almost worked. Who needs them? Not me.

I give a full-body shake to settle my fur how I like it
and amble toward the heart of the village, a cool night breeze keeping me company. The
chattering of insects pings from the forest beyond a row of humble cottages as I continue
past.

Anticipating tonight’s run has me eager. I imagine
the frantic heartbeat of my prey as I target my dinner. Pent-up energy dances in my muscles,
tickling every nerve and rumbling in my chest.

I love the hunt. Nothing else in my life brings the
satisfaction I take from stalking, chasing, and tearing into my prize. It’s one of the few
activities where the others tolerate my presence. Though they’ll never admit I’m the better
predator, they’re always willing to devour the feast I provide.

Only Ava treats me as equal. She’s too old and frail
to hunt for herself these days, but I’ll be sure to bring her a choice portion. Nothing beats a
fresh meal, and she deserves the pleasure more than anyone.

It wasn’t always like this. I had friends once when
childhood still sang with innocence and the world had yet to slam its doors on me. But
remembering better times only brings sorrow, so I move forward to whatever tonight might
hold.

Voices sound from fifty paces ahead. Odd because
most of the pack would normally have shifted by dusk. Among them, a voice I don’t
recognize floats to my ears.

“I must speak with your alpha,” says a smooth
tenor, calm, though his timbre vibrates with urgency. “The matter is vital.”

Risking an upward glance, I scan the gathering.
Jolan and Ozor, the pack’s enforcers, stand in their human forms facing the speaker, both
tense and braced for a fight. But the stranger’s posture isn’t threatening. He’s neat, wearing
charcoal stockings under a crisp blue tunic. Knee-high black boots gleam with a recent

polish. Spine straight, shoulders back, weight settled in the heels, not the toes. Nut-brown
hair hangs tied at his nape, most of it hidden beneath a fashionable black hat. If his features
weren’t puckered with annoyance, he might be handsome.

I creep closer on silent paws, ears flicked
forward.

“We’re busy,” barks Ozor. “Or hadn’t you noticed
the moon? Come back another night.”

The stranger’s lips part, but before he can reply,
Farkas storms through his front door.

Clad only in a pair of worn tan breeches, the pack
alpha thunders down the porch stairs and into the commons. Even barefoot, Farkas is
intimidating, towering head and shoulders over the others. His black eyes land on the
stranger in a threatening glower, but the man isn’t shaken.

“You’re the alpha, I presume?” The stranger
extends a hand, his movement graceful, as if he’s been invited to a friendly tea instead of
invading hostile werewolf territory on a full moon.

Farkas ignores the proffered hand. “Your kind isn’t
welcome here.”

Your kind.
Wondering what that means, I inch forward so I can scent him for myself.

The stranger returns his arm to his side, fingers
curled but not fisted. “And you have my apologies, but this couldn’t be avoided.” His
eyebrows arch as he inclines his head. “We must speak.”

I sniff the air. His scent is masked by soaps.
Lavender was used for his clothes, rose for his skin and hair, but beneath the added
fragrance lies the spiced scent of blood—his own, yes, but also…someone else’s? That’s
odd.

“Then speak,” growls Farkas. “What do you want
from me, vampire?”

A vampire!
I’ve never seen one before. He looks so…human. Fragile. Not what I’d expect of a
blood-drinking night terror at all.

About the Author

Lee Colgin has loved
vampires since she read Dracula on a hot, sunny beach at 13 years old. She lives in North
Carolina with lots of dogs and her husband. No, he’s not a vampire, but she loves him
anyway. Lee likes to workout so she can eat the maximum amount of cookies with her pizza.
Ask her how much she can bench press.

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Book Title: Blooded

Author: Nat
Kennedy

Cover Artist: Silvana Sanchez
– Selfpub Designs

Release Date: September 25,
2021

Genre:
Fantasy/Vampires

Tropes: Hurt/comfort,
antagonists to allies/lovers, past student/teacher, vampire blood feeding, vampire blood
bond

Themes: Redemption,
Personal Acceptance

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 113 500 words/290
pages

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How far will two sorcerers
go to save humanity? Will they give up their lives? Will they give up their
hearts?

Blurb

A broken mage. A penitent vampire. Can they put aside the
horrors of the past to save each other?

Plagued with erratic. volatile magic, Nicodemus Green
focuses his entire life to stop an evil sorcerer who brainwashes or kills anyone in his path to
domination. Ten years into this crusade, Nick stumbles upon his former Academy instructor
in the Austrian Alps. The strict and pious Byron Domitius has cloistered himself in an isolated
manor. Alone and starving, he hates the twisted, damned creature he has become.

A prophecy calls for Nick and Byron to bond by blood to
finally bring an end to the sorcerer’s hidden agenda. The two are forced to see beyond their
shared past, and Nick finds himself desiring more from his old instructor than just his magic.
But are these emotions real, or do they come from the heat of their bond?

Excerpt – Stargazing

They stood side by side, almost close, looking up at the twinkling stars. Byron pointed, and
Nick followed his finger to the sky.

“Perseus,” Byron said. “Do you see that, the upper right branch of Perseus? Do you know
what I’m talking about?”

“I had astronomy with you two years in a row. Or did you forget?”

“I didn’t forget. I nurtured the assumption that you and your gang of goons had more
important things to do than pay attention in my class.”

“Goons? We did pay attention. I know the constellation.” He didn’t remember it from
Byron’s class, though. They had a Mentor of the Month who lived at an observatory near the
top of Mt. St. Helens in Washington, and they’d spent hours staring at the stars. It had been
windy and cold, and the sky had been clear, the stars brilliant.

“Fine. That star, the bright one, is Algol. It means Demon Head. Fitting for the constellation
that is supposed to hold the head of Medusa.”

Nick hmmed to show he was listening. Byron’s voice was soothing, deep and
quiet in the dark of night. Comfortable. Safe. “Algol is actually a tertiary star, but the third
star is so weak, it puts off little shine. It’s used by celestials as a binary system to imbue
power into obsidian.”

“A twin star.” Suddenly invested, Nick gazed up with a sense of wonder. “Is that the power
that was in my obsidian, sir?”

Byron nodded, then turned to Nick, his dark eyes fathomless, his face young and smooth
and illuminated from above. “Yes. There are two stars there, circling one another. Their
individual gravitational pull keeps them in a perfect orbit, tethered in their eternal spin. And
together, they are brighter for it,” he said softly, reverently. The air felt heavy, and then
Byron faced the sky.

Nick watched his old professor out of the corner of his eyes, unmoving, like a statue, gazing
upon the night sky with a depth of sorrow and yearning Nick couldn’t understand, never
could understand, even after his years of wandering. He wanted to reach out, touch him,
perhaps melt his cold flesh, make him come alive with contact, and then he realized he was
staring and thinking inappropriate things.

He cleared his throat.

“Well, I should get back in, Byron. Enjoy your evening.”

Byron slowly looked down at him, a small smile on his lips, not a smirk, but a close cousin
like he could read Nick’s thoughts. Felt Nick’s desire like a breeze on his arms.

“You as well.”

About the Author

Nat Kennedy writes fantasy
fiction of all kinds. She strives to create engaging, plotty romantic stories. In her worlds,
Heroes abound. She lives in the Pacific Northwest where the rain keeps the world green.
Find her online at natkennedy.com or on IG natkennedybooks.

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Book Title: Dark Summer (A sequel to Blood Winter)

Author: S. J.
Coles

Publisher: Pride
Publishing

Release Date: July 27,
2021

Genres: M/M Romance, Paranormal Romance, Vampire Romance,
Thriller

Tropes: Love against the odds, Forbidden Love, love triangle

Themes: Learning to love, healing, facing fears

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 50 247 words/ 204
pages

It is not a standalone story. It
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Is a human lifetime long
enough to learn to love a vampire?

Blurb

A sequel to Blood Winter

Is a human lifetime long enough to learn to love a

vampire?

The tumultuous events of the Blood Winter are a fading
nightmare, and Alec and Terje are trying to build a life together at Alec’s newly restored
ancestral home of Glenroe. There’s just one problem… Terje doesn’t appear to be
committed—constantly called away on mysterious errands and seemingly unable to forsake
his own kind. Alec begins to wonder if Terje is capable of loving anyone, let alone
him.

When an old uni friend Jay Singh, recently out of the closet
and looking rather too good to be true, returns to Alec’s life, he becomes more conflicted
than ever. Things only escalate when Alec is forced into the social and political issues still
surrounding the haemophiles’ tumultuous integration into human society and soon it is
more than just his relationship on the line.

Can Alec figure out what kind of future is possible with a
vampire—and if it can ever be enough for either of them—before it’s too late?

Excerpt

“You’re tired.”

Terje was brushing his long fingers through the hair on my
chest. I forced my eyes open, fighting back the warm oblivion that had threatened to steal
me away.

“No, I’m not.”

Terje chuckled softly and extricated himself from my arms. I
made a noise of protest, propping myself on my elbows as Terje started to collect his
clothing from the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“You should sleep,” Terje said, pulling on his jeans.

“This is the first night we’ve had together in weeks,” I
muttered, taking Terje by the wrist and pulling him close. “I’m not going to sleep for any of
it.”

Terje brushed a kiss across my forehead. “If you’re
sure…”

“Of course I’m sure,” I said, annoyance bleeding into my
tone.

Terje, either not noticing or not caring about my reaction,
continued to dress, pulling on his T-shirt, shoes and light, black jacket. He always wore
muted tones, blacks and grays, sometimes pale blues. It should make someone with his pale
complexion look washed-out or even sickly. But against his smooth, pearlescent skin and
hair, it just made him look exotic, unearthly, surreal but achingly beautiful.

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked, breaking off from
staring to retrieve my underwear.

“I’d like to go for a walk,” Terje said, pulling a band out of
his pocket and tying his blue-white hair back into a tail. As I was the only one available to cut
it and I wasn’t the best hairdresser, he’d allowed it to grow long again. The shorter strands at
the front fell into his eyes, but it left the smooth lines of his neck free.

“Where?”

“In the park,” he replied, fetching a bottle from a bag he’d
dropped in the corner. “Below the castle.”

“They have that here,” Alec said, indicating the
fridge.

“I prefer my own,” he replied. He opened the bottle, drank
deeply and color washed into his cheeks. He dropped the empty bottle in the specialist
canister next to the fridge and went toward the window.

“This is a safe place,” I muttered, grabbing a fresh shirt out
of my case. “You don’t have to go out of the window.”

“It’s better to be careful,” he said, then was gone.

I sighed, trying to fight the return of my frustration. I
finished dressing and hurried out into the busy city night. The air had cooled but the
towering stone buildings still retained some of the warmth from the day, giving the air an
enclosed feel. The sky arched black overhead, bleached featureless by streetlight.

Terje was nowhere in sight. I crossed the North Bridge,
heading for Market Street and the way down into the Princes Street Gardens. The noise of
people weaving between the bars, clubs and restaurants fell away as I descended the stairs
into the cool, fresh openness of the park. A train heading into Waverley station hissed by on
the rails above. As I ventured farther in to where the only light was from the LED lampposts
installed to lower light pollution, the stars finally became visible, glittering like diamonds on
a sheet of black velvet.

Edinburgh Castle glowered from its clifftop, all ramparts,
towers and impossibly large blocks of stone. I had always thought it looked forbidding, but
when Terje stepped out of the shadows to stand at my side and gaze up at it in quiet
wonder, I tried again to see it how he might see it.

“It’s beautiful, in its own way,” he had said the first time we
had visited Edinburgh, almost a year before. “It’s a promise to protect as well as to fight
back.”

Looking at his profile in the starlight, my anger faded and,
for the moment, I was just grateful he was back.

He laced his long fingers through my own. The memory of
Jay touching that same hand earlier that day rose in my mind but I shook it away, along with
the ghosting guilt. Terje sent me a sideways look and I was suddenly certain, however
impossible it was, that he knew. But then he started to walk down the path, drawing me
with him.

“We have a story about a haemophile that lived in the
castle in the middle ages,” Terje murmured as we walked. “Did I tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t. I’ve heard lots of ghost stories about it,” I
said absently. “Never anything about vampires.”

“It’s one of our stories. Like a cautionary folk tale…”

“Cautionary?”

Terje’s forehead creased slightly in the pale light. “Very few
of our kind have ever lived outside of a commune. This one did. Her story, well…it doesn’t
end well.”

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passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing
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many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation,
emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences
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Book Title: Courting Nightfall

Author: Amanda
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Publisher: JMS
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Cover Artist: Written Ink
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Release Date: June 19,
2021

Genres: Paranormal, High Fantasy, Horror, Dark M/M
Romance

Tropes: Reincarnation, vampires, enemies to lovers, his first time, blood
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Themes: Self-acceptance, redemption, love means letting go

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 182
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Zen had only—literally
only—ever dreamed that someone would want him this much…

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Zen is a half dark elf in a world that hates him, protected by
being raised by the Order of the Sun to become a priest. He longs for a different life with a
mysterious, beautiful man he only glimpses in dreams. After encountering an adventuring
party, Zen is drawn to accompany them to destroy a fabled vampire lord, but the pull he
feels toward those lands might be more fated than he realizes.

Excerpt

That night, before falling into an exhausted sleep—in his
tiny, wooden bed with minimal padding and coarse blankets—Zen gently touched the scar
that ran full circle around his neck. He tried ignoring it during the day, hidden by the high
collar of his vestments, but in bed, out of his robes, his fingers often strayed there.

He didn’t know what had caused the wire-thin line. He’d
had it all his life and often wondered if it had been a failed attempt to kill him as an infant.
Like Father Lewis had said, he’d been abandoned on the steps of the temple.

No one wanted a darkling child.

Zen’s existence, his life, was most people’s nightmare,
which was why it amazed and yet soothed him that he never experienced nightmares
himself. His dreams were sweet. There he had no scars. In his dreams, he was whole and
wanted.

Desired,
even
.

A warm, human hand trailed slowly across Zen’s unmarred
neck and down his naked body. Here his bed was plush and opulent, or perhaps it belonged
to the man he imagined himself with. Zen had never met anyone like him in waking life, yet
every dream he’d had since he first knew he desired men starred the same mysterious
figure.

Zen never saw his face clearly, but he was still a vision of
noble beauty. Skin pale as cream with soft color in his cheeks, neatly trimmed black hair that
occasionally fell into his eyes—and oh, his eyes. Some might think them haunting or eerie,
being such a rich, ruddy brown that they almost looked red, but Zen adored them. He
adored the smooth, flawless form laid out beside him, trim but well-muscled, and as naked
as he was.

Still, all those features painted an incomplete picture that
he could never quite bring into focus.

The man’s sex was impressive though, no doubt conjured
from Zen’s most carnal fantasies, as ruddy as his eyes, swollen and leaking wetness onto the
sheets. Zen had often longed to know the feel of it in his hands, his mouth, and deep inside
him, but his dreams never allowed more than a tease.

Zen didn’t know the man’s name and had never made one
up, but he thought of him as an angel, giving him pleasures where real life never could.

“You are a beautiful crystalline snowflake, my love, silver
and blue and pure blinding white.” He kissed Zen’s cheek, his fingertips tracing
mischievously down Zen’s stomach. His other hand ran blunt nails through Zen’s short white
hair.

That wasn’t right. Zen kept his snowy-white locks tied back,
but his hair fell well past his shoulders. Like the missing scar, he was different here in the
dreamworld.

“I miss you,” his angel whispered and bent to kiss Zen’s lips.

Then touch me, Zen thought, pressing upward and opening his mouth to connect them more deeply,
while instantly wanting more.

He didn’t know why his mind created a human man instead
of someone more like him. Maybe because humans were all he’d ever known. The man was
stunning regardless and saw Zen the way he’d always wished someone would.

“Come, my love.”

Zen wanted to—

“Come to me. Come for me, my beautiful darkling, but come
to me as well.”

Zen didn’t understand. How much closer could they get?
His angel was between his legs, warm hand curling around him and squeezing with promise.
Still, for all the lust that stirred in Zen, it was the intimacy of another kiss to his cheek that
filled him with the most want.

“Please, love, come to me. Come…” He stroked Zen firmly
while licking up along one of his pointed darkling ears, inducing a deep shudder from low at
the base of Zen’s spine. “Come… my Zenos.”

That wasn’t—

“Now!”

Zen’s eyes snapped open as if triggered by a spring, his
sheets sticky and damp atop him from how he’d come before waking.

Damn it.
He rarely did that, usually waking hard and unfulfilled, and then taking himself in hand.
Today he’d made a mess, and it wasn’t even morning.

About the Author

Amanda Meuwissen is a
bisexual author, with a primary focus on M/M romance. As author of the paranormal
romance trilogy
The Incubus Saga
and several other titles with various publishers,
Amanda regularly attends local comic conventions for fun and to meet with fans, where she
will often be seen in costume as one of her favorite fictional characters. She lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

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Demon’s Blood Series by Shari Sakurai

The stories are best read in the following order:

Demon’s Blood (Demon’s Blood #1)

Never Change (Demon’s Blood short story)

Demon’s Life (Demon’s Blood #2)

Genres: Paranormal/vampires, LGBTQ, gay fiction

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 1 flame

Publisher: Farnhurst Publishing

Cover Artist: Farnhurst Publishing

BOOK 1

Book Title: Demon’s Blood (Demon’s Blood universe #1)

Author: Shari Sakurai

Length: 302 pages

Release Date: January 23, 2014

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Immortal blood is precious and Kokawa Taku’s makes him especially unique.

After vampire hunters force them to flee Tokyo, Taku and his lover, Thane, try to make a new life for themselves in England. But three months later Thane is still tormented by nightmares of the fire that almost cost them their lives. This leads to carelessness and the discovery of one of his victims.

When faced with threats from all sides Taku tries his best to protect them although his actions are met with disapproval and anger from Thane. Unknown to his lover, Taku is also struggling to keep hidden the truth of what really happened three months ago.

However, it is only a matter of time before Taku’s past and bloodline catches up with him.

 

BOOK 2

Book Title: Never Change (Demon’s Blood universe short story)

Author: Shari Sakurai

Length: 47 pages

Release Date: December 1, 2018

It is part of the Demon’s Blood universe, but can be read as a standalone.

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Thane’s arms curved around his back and he felt the younger vampire trembling as he rested his head on Taku’s shoulder. So easily broken, Taku often forgot what it had been like in the beginning. For him things had been different, he reminded himself. He had already known what it felt like to take a life.

With Nagasaki in the grip of a bitter winter, two vampires struggle to hunt in the challenging conditions. When an opportunity to feed from a dying man presents itself, Taku insists that they take advantage of it. Yet his newly turned lover is left feeling devastated by their actions. Seeing Thane so distraught is more than Taku can bear and so he makes a decision to shield Thane as much as he can from the darker side to their existence. However his desire to protect Thane might one day cost him everything.

Never Change is a short story set in the Demon’s Blood universe.

 

BOOK 3

Book Title: Demon’s Life (Demon’s Blood universe #2)

Author: Shari Sakurai

Publisher: Farnhurst Publishing

Length: 322 pages

Release Date: November 4, 2019

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Out of respect for the relationship we once had I will spare your life. However, if you try to obstruct me again then I will kill you

Vampires are now an endangered species. Possessed by the demon Kurai, Kokawa Taku has sworn to eradicate all those whom he deems inferior.

Determined to free Taku from the demon’s corruption, Thane seeks help from Taku’s sire, Takata Koji. Thane’s search for answers takes him to Hong Kong where he learns the devastating truth. That in order to save Taku, Thane may have to kill him.

Refusing to accept this, Thane makes a decision that places the fate of all vampires in the balance. However Thane is unaware of the betrayal around him and that his actions will either save Taku or destroy him.

 

Excerpt from Demon’s Blood (Demon’s Blood universe #1)

Ōtsuki, Kai Province, Honshū, JAPAN, 29 January 1714

Takata Koji knew he was dying. The sickness that had swept through his village had been relentless and had claimed the lives of scores already. He had fallen ill five days ago, two days after his younger sister, Kaede, died. The physician had just been to see him. The grim expression on the man’s face and the distraught weeping of his mother only confirmed what, deep down, Koji already knew. He did not want to die. He was only twenty-five. He wanted to cling onto life with every fibre of his being. But simply the will to live was not enough. Koji’s body ached and he could not get warm, no matter how many blankets his mother brought him. His voice had failed him two nights ago and was yet to return.

It was a cruel hand of fate that the direct descendants of the Takata clan had managed to survive elimination at the hands of their enemy only to perish now. The Okada clan had defeated his relatives almost a hundred and fifty years ago in battle. Of their branch of the family Koji was the only male born; the last heir. His mother could bear no more children.

Hearing the voices of his parents Koji glanced towards the shoji. He had only seen his father once since he became ill. His mother said the man was consumed by grief. Koji knew better than this. Takata Kazuhiro had talked of nothing other than reclaiming his clan’s status and land since Koji was a boy. Yet his own frailties had prevented him from achieving this himself. Some of the Takata clan’s descendants had managed to secure positions within the Tokugawa Shogunate. However, a poor background and ill health had prevented Kazuhiro from doing the same. Koji had been his last hope. It was more than his son dying; it was Kazuhiro’s dreams too.

Koji inhaled deeply, finding even this intake of air difficult as he shifted his position on the futon. The movement caused one of the woven blankets to slip off him and onto the tatami floor. There it remained. Koji lacked the strength to reach over for it. A hacking cough shook his fragile form. He had lost so much weight that his clothes hung off of him. The last time he had gazed at his reflection he had seen a corpse rather than a man staring back.

Koji gasped, fighting to catch his breath as the painful tickling sensation in the back of this throat relentlessly forced the violent coughing fit. A metallic taste welled up in his mouth and the frightened young man gagged over the side of the futon. The hand automatically flying to his mouth came back slicked with crimson.

“Nishimura-san!” his mother raced into his bedroom screaming for the physician at the sight of her son’s blood. Koji felt hands on his shoulders. He was roughly shaken when he failed to respond. Panicked golden eyes raised to meet his mother’s terrified ones even as his vision began to fail him.

“Koji! Koji!”

Her cries were becoming fainter now and the darkness that he was falling into was more inviting. As much as he feared death, Koji now felt some relief at its embrace. He was so tired. As much as he wished to hold onto life he realised that, deep down, all he really wanted was to be free of the pain.

***

Candles flickered in the dark, the heat from their burning light touching his sensitive skin as he was drawn from unconsciousness once more. Hot, red wax dripped onto the stone altar from the ceiling above. One spot landed on his palm, causing a hiss of pain to escape him. The clan’s Mon – coat of arms – was etched crudely into the low ceiling. The large circle and rhombi making up the outline of the symbol seemed to swell in size the longer that he stared at them. The two smaller diamonds in the centre were coloured completely in red.

Koji could hear the hum of lowered voices around him yet they remained in shadow. He tugged weakly on the rope that bound his arms above his head and back against the stone surface. An unnecessary precaution, for the fever had robbed him of most of his strength. He could barely curl a palm into a fist.

A weakened cough alerted them to his wakefulness and one man stepped forward. Koji tried to make a sound but a gentle gasp was all that was permitted from dry lips as his father approached. Takata Kazuhiro’s stern expression did not falter although there was some regret lingering in his reddened eyes.

Kazuhiro sustained a leg injury in a fight before Koji was born and had walked with a stick ever since. He leaned heavily on this now, as though it would somehow give him strength. A candle lit lamp was held in his free hand. Koji shifted slightly under his father’s gaze not understanding the situation or the reason for the man’s silence. He had slowly begun to recognise the room that he was in and confusion filled him. It was the village shrine.

“Kazuhiro!” Another voice broke through the quiet murmurs. Koji’s gaze turned to the newcomer. Tears stained his mother’s cheeks. Her hair had fallen free from her usual ponytail to tangle around her face in wild waves. The streaks of silver were clearly visible now. Since he had fallen sick she seemed to have aged twenty years.

“Do not do this,” she pleaded softly of her husband. “Nishimura-san—”

“Cannot help him,” Kazuhiro finished for her. His words were as hard as stone. “This is the only way.”

“He is our son! And you would condemn him to this!”

“It will save his life,” Kazuhiro gestured to the two men – whom were neighbours of the Takata’s – standing behind him. “It is a great gift, Natsumi.”

“How can you call it a gift? It is a curse!”

Koji watched helplessly as the two younger men seized his mother and dragged her from his line of sight and back into shadow. He could make out her further protests and sobs for a few moments. A cry pierced the calm of the room. Then silence followed.

 

About the Author

Shari Sakurai is a British author of paranormal, horror, science fiction and fantasy novels that almost always feature a LGBTQ protagonist and/or antagonist. She has always loved to write and it is her escape from the sometimes stressful modern life!

Aside from writing, Shari enjoys reading, watching movies, listening to (loud!) music, going to rock concerts and learning more about other societies and cultures. Japanese culture is of particular interest to her and she often incorporates Japanese themes and influences into her work.

Shari loves a challenge and has taken part and won the National Novel Writing Month challenge eleven times!

 

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Book Title: Blood Winter

Author: S.J. Coles

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Release Date: December 29, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Paranormal/Vampire Romance

Trope/s: Forbidden love, enemies to lovers, stuck together, rural romance

Themes: Healing, belonging, finding acceptance, alternate reality

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 71 797 words/ 266 pages

There is a sequel planned.

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Vampires are attempting to integrate into human society.

When Alec MacCarthy first meets a ‘haemophile’ in the flesh, it’s not the obvious dangers that frighten him.

 

Blurb

Alec MacCarthy, Lord of Aviemore and largely-forgotten descendent of a once-proud family line, keeps the wolf from the door of the crumbling family mansion by restoring classic cars.

He leaves the real world alone and wishes nothing more than for it to return the favor. But in a reality where haemophiles—still colloquially known as vampires, despite the publicity campaigns—have come out of hiding and are attempting to integrate into human society, the real world is rapidly becoming a disrupted and conflicted mess that threatens to trouble even Alec in his remote Scottish hideaway.

When he unwittingly attends a Blood Party to please a friend, he has his first meeting with one of these mysterious and dangerous beings. Terje is like nothing he has ever encountered before…literally. His reactions are as troublesome as they are undeniable.

Alec’s snap decision to help the haemophile rather than sample his sense-heightening and addictive blood sets them both on a path that will lead them into a tangled web of intrigue with consequences that will change their lives—and the world—forever.

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, murder, kidnapping, blood stealing, drug use, addiction and blood drinking.

 

Excerpt

“You have questions.” He sat and uncorked the bottle. The electric lantern made his pale skin glow. It shone off his high cheekbones and the lines of his neck. His mouth was soft, his lips slightly curved, even at rest. I remembered it open, redder than blood, the teeth shockingly white and sharp. I remembered his hands, strong enough to crack the wood of the basement door, strong enough to break Brody’s bones. But now he sat easily in my kitchen chair, regarding me steadily with calm, entrancing eyes. He was terrifying, but he was beautiful, like a freezing winter morning in the very heart of the mountains. I bridled at the thought and dropped my gaze to the tabletop.

“How old are you?” I heard myself ask.

“Not old enough to have known Jacob More,” he said, with something like amusement in his voice.

“That’s not an answer.”

He still didn’t smile but something like humor flickered in the dark depths of his eyes. “I don’t know exactly. Over eighty, less than a hundred.”

“How do you not know how old you are?”

He lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. “You stop counting after a while.” I narrowed my eyes and his mouth twitched. “And, well…at the time, it wasn’t considered important where I’m from.” His brow creased slightly, his eyes far away. “I remember the Second World War but not the first. Do I get to ask a question now?”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, regarding him closely and trying not to think about the fluttering in my belly. “What question?”

“Is this really your home?”

“Why?”

He tilted his chin slightly. “I knew you must live here when we arrived. I could smell it. But the place looks like it belongs to someone else.”

Something prickled over the skin of my back. “Again, why do you care?”

“Just curious, like you.”

“I’m not curious about you,” I said in tight voice. “That’s not what this is.”

He inclined his head. “Very well. You don’t have to answer. Next question?”

I picked at a splinter on the table, not looking at him. “Daylight…”

“What about it?”

“Does it kill you?”

“No.”

“Then why—?”

“The cellar?” He sipped his wine. His mouth was stained slightly pink. I hurriedly lifted my gaze. “We have to sleep, just like you do.”

“During the day?”

“We’re sensitive to sunlight,” he said slowly, factually. “We don’t produce melanin in the same way, so we burn easily. And it’s hard to see.”

“So you just…sleep?”

He frowned at his glass. “Not the way you sleep. The Blood requires us to…offline. Recharge.”

“Could you stay awake if you wanted? During the day?”

“Yes, though it’s hard. But the Blood wakes us if there’s a threat. Is it my turn now?”

I hesitated and reached for the other glass. “I thought you said you were supposed to answer my questions.”

“Polite conversation normally goes both ways.”

I fought a scowl. “We’re not exactly meeting at a dinner party here.”

“No,” he said softly, looking into the fire. “But that’s not my fault, is it?”

 

 

About the Author

S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK. She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.

She finds writing LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation, emotion and sexuality.

Among her biggest influences are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne Rice.

 

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