#SexySaturday – Holiday with a Vampire

It’s always nice to get a call from an editor asking you to work on a special project. But it’s more than a little surprising when they tell you that they want you to write a Christmas-themed story with a vampire. A sexy story. Huh? What? Really? That was my first reaction. But then I dove into it, thinking about what Christmas meant to me, its origins, and also, how to build and add something new to the mythology in The Calling is Reborn vampire series. It’s a new addition to that mythology in more than one way! So if you like sexy stories about vampires at Christmas-time in New York City, please check out Fate Calls Holiday With a Vampire. For now, here’s a little teaser and excerpt for you!

Teaser

When Connie Morales volunteers to help raise money by manning a collection kettle, the last thing she expects is to be whisked away by devastatingly handsome vampire Hadrian who is upset with her bell-ringing and Christmas cheer.

Vampire Hadrian has known nothing but pain during the holidays and cannot imagine that any good can come out of them or the annoying Santa who has interrupted his rest. But as Christmas approaches, Hadrian finds it impossible to ignore the hope and joy that Connie has brought into his lifeless existence.

Connie is shocked to find out that her captor is less than human, but little by little the cracks appear in his hard exterior to reveal a man capable of great love and honor.

Can Connie’s holiday with a vampire become something more or will Fate bring yet more pain and loss to Hadrian’s undead life?

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Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Death and destruction were the only Christmas gifts that Fate had ever brought.

Now Fate had delivered to Hadrian yet one more Christmas calamity — a group of bell-ringing do-gooders who had set up camp across the way from his brownstone, disturbing his daytime slumber and a good chunk of his nights.

The clang-clang-clang of the bell would begin mid-morning, slipping into his brain as he rested after a long night of prowling the Manhattan streets. Low and sporadic, he could drive the noise out of his head for most of the day, until dusk came and with it, the ringing rose, insistent. Demanding. Followed too often by a cheery greeting laced with enough sweetness to curdle the meal his keeper brought him at rising.

For weeks Hadrian had told himself that he could outlast them. After all, he was a vampire elder and had survived nearly two thousand years of even greater challenges.

But there was just something about that damned bell.

Hadrian jerked off the bedcovers and strode to the window, glanced at the Santa-suit wearing tormentor standing in front of the public library on the street below. Little to discover about the Santa as he stood next to a collection kettle. Arm merrily shifting up and down, calling to the passersby to leave a small donation for the homeless.

The soft rasp of knuckles came at his bedroom door. His keeper, George, bringing a snack to help drive away the lethargy of his daytime respite.

“Come in,” he called out, but as George wheeled in the cart bearing the gold chalice filled with a bit of warmed blood, Hadrian waved him off.

“Thank you, George, but you may take it away.”

He smiled as he peered down at the Santa again and said, “I think I may be dining out tonight.”

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The itchy polyester beard chafed her skin. The rough fabric of the suit, a cloth of indeterminate nature, rubbed at a variety of spots creating discomfort at assorted locations. She wouldn’t think about the rank smell that she hadn’t been able to get rid of despite carefully laundering the Santa suit.

Connie Morales fidgeted with the costume which swam on her petite body defying the one size fits all claims of the manufacturer. With a shrug, she shifted the lopsided shoulders of the suit in an attempt to make it sit better. She ignored the lingering odor from its prior occupants and rang her bell, forcing a merry tone to her voice as she called out to the smartly dressed business woman walking toward her.

She flashed her best smile at the woman, uncertain of whether it would be visible beneath the cumbersome beard. Satisfaction came as the lady returned the smile and dropped some change into the collection kettle.

“Thank you for helping the homeless,” she chimed with false cheer, her words in tune with the rise and fall of her arm and the crisp bright tones of the bell ringing in the chill of the winter air.

Each clang of the coins into the collection kettle brought Connie satisfaction. The silent slip of a bill into the pot was even more rewarding. Each donation meant more for the downtown shelter which her upscale Midtown law firm had adopted for this holiday season.

As an up-and-coming associate, her decision to participate in the head partner’s pet Christmas project had been motivated by a number of reasons. She had to acknowledge that self-interest was her primary motivation since the time spent at the shelter and a nice sum at the end of the day from the collection pot would earn her major brownie points with the head man.

Points which might push her over the edge and toward the partnership she had been working hard for during the last four years. But she had to acknowledge that mixed in with that self-interest, something else had also awakened within her, forcing her to consider that what she was doing was important to a lot of people who had far less than she did.

The holiday spirit maybe? Connie thought, putting renewed fervor into her smile and the swing of her arm.

Each rise and fall dredged up memories of her own Christmases past. The simple gifts beneath the tree, made special by the love with which they were given. Dinners around a table laden with food and blessed with an assortment of siblings, their children and her parents.

It had been too long since she had allowed that spirit into her holiday season.

Just another day and her Christmas vacation would start. She had decided she would do her best to enjoy this holiday season and so in the morning she would start her shopping and prepare herself for a visit to her family.

The peal of the bell brightened a dreary winter night and lightened the weight of her task as did each tinkle of change and slide of a dollar bill dropping into the collection kettle.

“Merry Christmas to you as well,” she said with a nod and a broad smile at one man who slipped a five dollar bill into her pot. As she tracked the passage of the alms giver, she noted the well-dressed man who stepped out of the brownstone across the way.

It would have been impossible not to notice him.

Tall. Lean. A fine-boned face that might have been handsome if there had been any hint of life there.

But there was none.

The chiseled lines of his features were harsh. Unyielding. Fashionably tousled shoulder length dark brown hair framed that austere face. His lips were drawn into a thin slash. She imagined that if he might smile . . .

Only he didn’t.

Instead he shot her a glare that sent a shiver down her spine. Trained dark almost soulless eyes on her.

She suspected he was the kind of man you didn’t want to piss off. As his gaze drifted to the bell in her hand, it occurred to her that it angered him. That she had somehow run afoul of him.

Such scrutiny or disdain didn’t bother her, however.

She was a lawyer after all.

Pasting a determined smile on her face, she raised her hand higher and brought the bell down forcefully.

It rang with a resounding peal in the winter night, letting the handsome stranger know that he would not dissuade her from her mission.

#FreebieFriday – A Series of My Heart

The Calling is Reborn Vampire novels is a series of my heart. Part paranormal part suspense, it was so much fun to meet the characters, discover their stories, and share them with you! Today I’m offering up free downloads of DARKNESS CALLS, the first book in the series. DARKNESS CALLS was an RT Top Pick and also a finalist for Best Paranormal by Affaire de Coeur magazine. Diana and Ryder are two of my all time fav characters and I hope you’ll love them also! You can download the free e-book at http://bit.ly/DarknessCalls. Also, please leave a review if you can. Reviews really help authors and we really appreciate them. Have a great weekend!

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#ManCandyMonday – Vampire Diego Rivera from BLOOD CALLS

I loved Diego and his faithfulness to his lover when he first showed up in DANGER CALLS. I knew he had to have a happy ending after things went badly for him in that story. A Spanish nobleman who converted during the Inquisition, he was betrayed by his wife for his infidelity and died but vowed to be a better “man” as a vampire. Diego has truly kept that promise so his story was a pleasure to write! If I had to cast Diego in the movie version of BLOOD CALLS, I think the right actor would be Danilo Carrera. He just has that elegant look that I would expect from a nobleman like Diego! Also, don’t forget to enter the Grab Bag Giveaway by following me on Bookbub! You can get the details at https://www.facebook.com/Caridad.Author/posts/10157154578330913. Photo Credit Caleb Castillo / CC BY (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0).

#TeaserTuesday – DEATH CALLS from The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels

Good morning! Sorry I’ve been away, but I was still recovering from my daughter’s wedding on Friday! Look for more photos on this week’s Throwback Thursday! Today’s teaser is from DEATH CALLS, #4 in my vampire romantic suspense series. This book was chosen by Cataromance as the Best Silhouette Nocturne of 2006 and also as the Top Fantasy Book by Catalina Magazine. It features FBI Agent Diana Reyes and sexy vampire Ryder Latimer, two of my all-time favorite characters.

Warning this teaser is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

Teaser

Darkness Calls to humans as well as vampires. . .

When FBI Agent Diana Reyes fell in love with Ryder Latimer, she knew that her life would never be the same. But her vampire lover brings passion into her life and Diana thought that and his love would be enough. Now she has her doubts if she can stay in his world. His darkness connects with something deep inside her, something that scares as much as it restores her life. But at times, she finds herself wishing for a “normal” life.

Ryder understands that his lover has fears about returning to the darkness that had once claimed her life.  He has fears of his own, namely losing her after a lifetime of being alone.  He doesn’t know what he would do without Diana in his life. When an FBI investigation pulls Diana into a dangerous and dark mission, Ryder is forced to make a choice: Can he let his lover go or will he bring her into his world forever, even if she will hate him for eternity?

Excerpt

“I don’t regret. . .us,” she whispered. Funny, but it was the truth despite her doubts. He was her damnation and her salvation.

“Let’s not talk about this now. The night is short and. . .I don’t want to spend it. . .”

Burying her head against his chest, she wrapped her arms around him. Her embrace shook loose something inside of him.

He needed to make it impossible for her to deny that this was real, no matter how many doubts both of them now seemed to be having.

It was sweet torture, the feel of her breasts skimming his chest. Her warmth slowly worked its way into the cold of his body. The heat of her passion drove the chill from his skin.

She tugged him toward her bed. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

She wore her false bravado face. Funny how he could recognize it so easily. Funny how he wanted to drive the fear from her until she truly welcomed him into her bed. Invited him into her heart.

“Can you deny it’s what you want, as well?” he said.

She couldn’t lie to herself. She needed more of him. She always needed more even if she refused to give a name to that desire. Even as she wondered if it was a result of some vampire head game, much as Foley had suggested.

Ask me to touch you, he said.

Why?

His demanding reply came swiftly. Because I need you to want me as much as I want you.

“Dios, Ryder. I need you.”

Slowly, way too slowly, he lowered his hand until it rested on top of the nest of curls between her legs. She pressed her hips up, urging him on. He breached the edge of her panties and unerringly found her center.

Beneath his fingers, Ryder experienced the pull of her. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air, so strong that the vampire within begged for a taste. He had lost the battle last time. He wouldn’t allow it to happen tonight. If the animal came. . .she might hate him—or herself—for surrendering to the demon.

He dropped a trail of kisses along her body. She opened her legs, knowing his intent and welcoming it. He slipped between her legs, brought his mouth to her sensitive nub.

Her hips arched in acceptance.

Her wetness—slick against him—and the smell of her. . .the heat. . .He groaned and she held his head to her.

He lost the battle.

The change surged over him. It was almost too much. The smell of their sexual musk. Her racing pulse reverberating in his ears. Her nether lips, wet and flush with blood. The demon imagined feeding there, at her most private of places.

He gasped at the roiling passion making his loins ache and looked up at her with his vampire face. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Skin flushed and warm.

Order

You can order DEATH CALLS at the following retailers:

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#TeaserTuesday – DEATH CALLS from The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novel Series

I am so excited to be sharing my re-release of DEATH CALLS with you today. This is #4 in The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novel series, but each book in the series stands alone. DEATH CALLS is one of my favs since it’s about sexy Southern vampire Ryder Latimer and FBI Agent Diana Reyes. After some time together, the darkness of Ryder’s vampire world is pulling them apart, especially when Diana is reunited with her former lover and wonders how it would be to have a normal human life.

This story received critical acclaim and was chosen as a Top Fantasy book by Catalina Magazine and Best Silhouette Nocture by the Cataromance website. Here’s a blurb and teaser for you!

 

Blurb

Darkness Calls to humans as well as vampires. . .

When FBI Agent Diana Reyes fell in love with Ryder Latimer, she knew that her life would never be the same. But her vampire lover brings passion into her life and Diana thought that and his love would be enough. Now she has her doubts if she can stay in his world. His darkness connects with something deep inside her, something that scares as much as it restores her life. But at times, she finds herself wishing for a “normal” life.

Ryder understands that his lover has fears about returning to the darkness that had once claimed her life.  He has fears of his own, namely losing her after a lifetime of being alone.  He doesn’t know what he would do without Diana in his life. When an FBI investigation pulls Diana into a dangerous and dark mission, Ryder is forced to make a choice: Can he let his lover go or will he bring her into his world forever, even if she will hate him for eternity?

Teaser

Warning this teaser is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

“I don’t regret. . .us,” she whispered. Funny, but it was the truth despite her doubts. He was her damnation and her salvation.

“Let’s not talk about this now. The night is short and. . .I don’t want to spend it. . .”

Burying her head against his chest, she wrapped her arms around him. Her embrace shook loose something inside of him.

He needed to make it impossible for her to deny that this was real, no matter how many doubts both of them now seemed to be having.

It was sweet torture, the feel of her breasts skimming his chest. Her warmth slowly worked its way into the cold of his body. The heat of her passion drove the chill from his skin.

She tugged him toward her bed. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

She wore her false bravado face. Funny how he could recognize it so easily. Funny how he wanted to drive the fear from her until she truly welcomed him into her bed. Invited him into her heart.

“Can you deny it’s what you want, as well?” he said.

She couldn’t lie to herself. She needed more of him. She always needed more even if she refused to give a name to that desire. Even as she wondered if it was a result of some vampire head game, much as Foley had suggested.

Ask me to touch you, he said.

Why?

His demanding reply came swiftly. Because I need you to want me as much as I want you.

“Dios, Ryder. I need you.”

Slowly, way too slowly, he lowered his hand until it rested on top of the nest of curls between her legs. She pressed her hips up, urging him on. He breached the edge of her panties and unerringly found her center.

Beneath his fingers, Ryder experienced the pull of her. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air, so strong that the vampire within begged for a taste. He had lost the battle last time. He wouldn’t allow it to happen tonight. If the animal came. . .she might hate him—or herself—for surrendering to the demon.

He dropped a trail of kisses along her body. She opened her legs, knowing his intent and welcoming it. He slipped between her legs, brought his mouth to her sensitive nub.

Her hips arched in acceptance.

Her wetness—slick against him—and the smell of her. . .the heat. . .He groaned and she held his head to her.

He lost the battle.

The change surged over him. It was almost too much. The smell of their sexual musk. Her racing pulse reverberating in his ears. Her nether lips, wet and flush with blood. The demon imagined feeding there, at her most private of places.

He gasped at the roiling passion making his loins ache and looked up at her with his vampire face. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Skin flushed and warm.

Order

You can order DEATH CALLS at the following retailers and don’t forget that I have special 99 cent pricing on the first books in the series!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/35jx651
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#FreebieFriday – Desire Calls or Under the Boardwalk

Dark and sexy or light and sexy? Which do you prefer? Can’t make up your mind? Choose both of today’s free downloads!

Desire Calls Teaser

Welsh vampire Blake has given up on any chance of love.

From the moment Blake Richards runs into sexy college coed Meghan Thomas, he imagines that it’s possible for him to actually fall in love once again. But when he loses control during their lovemaking, he has to decide between letting Meghan die or turning her. Blake turns her earning her eternal hatred and losing his chance for love. Until he runs into vampire elder Stacia and her power and humanity call to him in unexpected ways and make him believe that love just might be possible with the beautiful immortal.

Vampire elder Stacia hasn’t felt the pull of love in centuries.

Hidden from humans and feared by her own kind due to her immense age and powers, Stacia has few friends and even fewer lovers. The other elders urge her to give up on eternal love, but something inside Stacia says that if she does she will lose the very last bit of the humanity in her heart. But after a chance encounter with Blake, his spirit and strength intrigue her and she imagines that finally she may have found the man worthy enough to be her eternal companion.

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Under the Boardwalk Teaser

Natalie Ramirez has spent less and less time with her husband over the last year and more and more time alone. She longs for the happy days of summer when she and Chase would pass the time together on the beach and under the boardwalk, exploring the passion that simmered between them as hot as any summer sun.

Chase Smith had to work hard for everything he ever had, including his wife Natalie. His wife had never wanted for anything in her life and Chase didn’t want to disappoint her. But somewhere along the way, Chase lost sight of the most important thing she wanted: his love.

A passionate night under the boardwalk brought them together, but can Chase and Natalie rekindle that lost love and save their marriage?

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#TeaserTuesday – Free Read from Temptation Calls Vampire Suspense

As you may know from visiting, THE CALLING IS REBORN Vampire Suspense series is a series of the heart. This particular book, TEMPTATION CALLS, is special to me because it tells the story of a woman who has overcome so much adversity and still has the strength to help others avoid the violence and pain she has experienced in her life. The heroine, Samantha Turner, is a mixed-race woman who suffered domestic violence and lost her life at the hands of a vampire. There’s also a twist you won’t see coming and it has to do with sexy Southern Vampire Ryder Latimer. I won’t spill, but it’s a big one! I hope you enjoy this free read.
The Calling is Reborn Vampire Suspense series

Teaser

As lives went, both of hers had sucked.

Samantha Turner’s long existence has been filled with nothing but brutality and pain.  But despite that, she still has the strength to help others escape the violence she could not and deep inside her undead heart, she still hopes that one day she will find love. When NYPD Detective Peter Daly enters her life, Samantha dares to want the kind of life she thought she had forever lost.

It’s his job and his calling to keep his city safe.

NYPD Homicide Detective Peter Daly has but one goal in his life:  to protect and serve the people of the City of New York.  Ever since his ex-wife’s betrayal, Peter has stopped hoping for the kind of life he’d thought he’d once have.  One with a loving woman and kids waiting for him after a day of fighting for justice.  The last thing he expected or wanted was to fall in love with a woman whose immortal existence threatens to pull him into an underworld unlike any he could have imagined. But can Peter ignore the temptation that calls him to be her lover?

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Spanish Harlem, 2004

As lives went, both of hers had sucked. Still, life went on and on and on, and everyday things still had to be dealt with.

Samantha Turner bore the weight of the heavy bags without complaint. They were filled with groceries for the women and children at her shelter — The Artemis Shelter. She’d struggled to be able to make it a reality and had finally succeeded a few years ago.

Now she was finally doing something positive with this life. The shelter was a resting place; a halfway house where women and their children could heal and find a way out of the abusive relationships in their lives. With her help, many families had already broken the cycle of violence which had cursed Samantha’s existence.

The local Gristedes would have delivered the groceries, but after being trapped indoors all day long, Samantha wanted to go out into the night air. Savor the activity of the city that never slept. Revel in its humanity and prepare for another day of battling its cruelty.

The bags pulled at her arms, not that she minded. Just another half a block and she’d be home. Back at the shelter.

She rounded the corner onto her block and noticed the group lingering on the stoop next to the shelter — a few youths from the neighborhood and two younger children. It was nearly midnight. Too late for them and their hip hop music blaring from the boom box on the railing.

Despite the distance and the dark, Samantha was able to identify who loitered on the stoop: Juan Williams, his little brother and sister, plus an assortment of kids from Juan’s self-made posse. Mrs. Williams worked the late shift at a nearby hospital and Juan was supposed to take care of things when she was gone.

He did anything but, Samantha thought as she quickened her pace so that she could get the younger Williams children inside and in bed where their mother expected them to be. It was the kind of thing they all did for one another in the neighborhood — watching out for each other to try and improve their daily lives.

In the years since Samantha had brought the Artemis Shelter to this part of New York, life had gotten better for this block and that sense of community had slowly spread to the adjacent blocks. Funny that her little point of light came from something darker than most could begin to imagine.

Samantha was halfway down the street when a car came sharply around the corner, tires squealing it car swerved for a moment before the driver could right it. The squeal was not enough to hide the other noises Samantha heard. The lock and load sound of a weapon. The voices urging on the shooter as he stuck himself halfway out the open window of the car as it traveled toward her and the youths on the stoop.

So many in harm’s way. Too many, she thought.

Samantha dropped the bags and in the brief span of a second made a difficult decision. Accelerating beyond human speed, she grabbed the two youngest children and carried them down the stairs to the shelter’s lower level. She shoved them into a far corner of the stairwell before returning to street level to help the others.

The loud pop-pop-pop of gunfire erupted in the night. Bullets flew, striking sparks where they hit brick and stone. Splattering blood and bits of human where they connected with flesh and bone.

The teenagers scurried to get away, their bodies jerking and thrashing about as they failed to avoid the line of fire.

As Samantha reached for one youth, a bullet tore into her upper back and another lower, into her side, the impact of the bullets nearly knocking her over. She kept on moving, carrying the teenager away from the stoop and to the stairwell while the shooter continued to fire.

Then as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The car peeled away with another angry squeal of its tires. Samantha heard the congratulations and rejoicing of its occupants. Anger rose up sharply within her. She left the children and teenager in the stairwell and raced after the car, intent on retribution, the animal within wanting vengeance.

As she neared the back of the car, the human side of her rose up. Instead of going for the throat of the nearest occupant, she memorized the faces of those responsible, and then dropped back and noted the car’s license plate number.

When the car whipped around the far corner, Samantha stopped chasing it. Others needed her. Even this far down the block, the smell of gun smoke and blood was strong. Too strong, Samantha thought, battling the urge threatening to overwhelm her.

She took a deep breath, began a slow walk back to the stoop. In the distance there was already the sound of a siren, fast approaching. It grated on her sensitive hearing and she reached up to cover her ears.

The familiar touch of his strong hand came against her shoulder. She turned.

“They can’t see you like that,” he said, motioning with his free hand to her face. “And you’re hurt.”

“I’ll be okay, Ricardo, but . . . Is there anything you can do for the others?” Samantha asked him and gestured down the block to where bodies littered the stoop and sidewalk.

Ricardo slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, revealing his naked chest and a low-slung pair of pajama bottoms. He’d clearly just run out of his place — a small botanica on the corner of her block — without bothering to change.

“I’m not sure — ”

“Someone has to see to them. I can’t go back right now,” Samantha said. There were too many things trapping her in her current state — her anger, the smell of blood and the pain from her injuries. She couldn’t afford to have her secret revealed to anyone else.

Ricardo nodded, reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her the keys to his place. “Go and rest. I’ll do what I can.”

Samantha thanked him, and then quickly gave Ricardo a description of the occupants of the car and the license plate number. With his keys in hand, she fled to the safety of Ricardo’s botanica. Once inside, the smells of the various herbs, flowers and candles he kept there calmed her heightened senses. She moved slowly toward the back of the shop and the steps leading up to Ricardo’s living area.

She’d been there often. Many in the neighborhood suspected them of being lovers. None could have guessed the true nature of their relationship.

Samantha slipped off his jacket and draped it over the small sofa in the parlor before Ricardo’s bedroom. Slowly she walked to his bathroom to wash the blood off her hands and wondered how many had been killed. Guilt flooded her that she hadn’t been able to save more of them.

Gazing up at the mirror, she saw nothing. No guilt. No anguish. No image. She hadn’t seen one in over one hundred and forty one years.

She eased off her shirt, reached up and ran her hand over the burning spot high on her shoulder. There was but a half-closed hole left and beneath her fingers, there was the shifting of muscle as her body slowly expelled the bullet that had ripped into her flesh.

Further down, along her side, was a ragged exit wound where the bullet had passed completely through her. Here as well the bleeding had stopped and the wound was already beginning to knit.

It would take a little longer, but not much. The healing would leave her weak, however.

Samantha slipped her shirt back on and headed for Ricardo’s bedroom and the rocker he kept there so that she could rest. The rocker reminded her of her mother and how she’d sway Samantha to sleep as a child. She curled up on the rocker’s worn wooden seat, thinking whatever blood managed to escape her wounds would be easy to clean from the chair’s surface. Huddling tight, she rocked back and forth, and thought, “Maman, will it never end?”

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