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Heart of Darkness – vampire romance book available now!

Posted on 22nd October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

It’s finally the release day for my new vampire romance novel, Heart of Darkness. This time it’s a stand alone book so it isn’t part of a series. Great news if you haven’t managed to read all my series yet, or you’re new to me and want a taste of my writing without committing to a series.

Heart of Darkness is a very emotionally intense, passionate, and action-packed vampire romance book so be prepared to sit down for a long time and have tissues on hand.

Here’s more information about the book and where you can buy it in ebook format. The paperback will be available soon, I promise! I’ll blog about it as soon as it becomes available. Heart of Darkness will also reach the Apple iBookstore, Barnes and Noble Nook Store, Sony and Kobo stores soon. I’ll also blog when it becomes available there. It generally takes a couple of weeks.

I’ll be posting the first six chapters of this book over the next few weeks so be sure to come back every Saturday to read a little more of the book if you don’t buy it straight away.

Heart of Darkness

Felicity Heaton
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

Aleksandr Nemov wonâ€™t stop until the last of the vampire hunterâ€™s progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…

Elise is dedicated to her duty. Itâ€™s the only thing she has left. All that changes when she meets Aleksandr in Prague and her master grants him permission to stay at her bloodlineâ€™s mansion. She knows all about Aleksandr but none of it prepares her for how she feels when the legendary princeâ€™s hunt becomes one for her heart. Elise battles him with all of her strength but can she stop herself from falling for the handsome hunter? When he reveals the depth of the corruption in his soul, will she have the strength to face the pain in her past and do whatever it takes to save him?

ebook price: $3.99
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 130000 words
rating: sultry
released: October 2011

Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Heart%20of%20Darkness
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005WK6E58/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005WK6E58/
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-heartofdarkness-620972-139.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/97624
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B005WK6E58/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B005WK6E58/

EXCERPT – CHAPTER ONE

It had been an easy kill.

Aleksandr Nemov stood over the body of the vampire hunter, their blood splattered across his black shirt and saturating the leather and metal vambraces that protected his forearms. It coated his fingers and the curved dagger they gripped, and the sweet scent of it heavily tainted the crisp night air. Strong moonlight caressed his back, throwing his shadow out long in front of him, across the hunterâ€™s corpse.

A female.

She hadnâ€™t been strong enough to fight his kind. Too young and inexperienced to best him. It had been foolish of her to try.

Aleksandr raised his hand and swallowed at the sight of the blood glistening on his fingers. It tempted him to taste it.

He dragged his eyes away and settled them back on the female laying on the grass of the small public space, her blood warming the frozen earth. He hadnâ€™t fought a woman in a long time and hadnâ€™t expected to find a hunter so soon after arriving in Prague.

The fountain nearby bubbled regardless of the frigid temperature, defiant of the frost that caused the grass around it to glitter.

Aleksandr glanced at his bloodied hands again and then closed his eyes against the temptation. He took no thrill in the hunt. Yet he found no calm in its aftermath. There was only the threat of unending darkness that beat within his chest and encroached upon his soul. It bled into his eyes. He could feel the jagged points of black that speared the red. He had too much blood on his hands but he couldnâ€™t give up now, not when he was so close to attaining his vengeance.

With great effort, Aleksandr sheathed his dagger against his left hip and wiped the blood away.

The smell of it still permeated the air, taunting and filling him with the dark urge to feast on the hunterâ€™s remains. He refused to obey the voice within that commanded him. His kind had fought hard against it and no Nemov had turned to the darkness. They were stronger than that, and he would die before it happened to him.

â€œYouâ€¦ what are you doing here?â€ A light female voice shattered the darkness within him.

Aleksandr glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She stood with the fountain at her back, the cascade of water providing wings that completed the vision of beauty. Moonlight bathed her skin, turning her round eyes dark and her hair as black as the uniform she wore.

An angel.

The red bled from his eyes, returning his irises to grey, and he straightened to his full height, desiring to look his best even when he looked his worst.

She brought her right hand up to reveal the blade clutched tightly in her fingers, held backwards with the blunt edge tucked against her forearm, ready to slash at him if he made a wrong move.

â€œI wonâ€™t ask you twice.â€ Her strength surprised him.

Such a beautiful creature.

Before Aleksandr could find his voice, she was gone. He turned, blocked her attack with the metal covering his left vambrace around his forearm, and attempted to disarm her. She dodged his counter-attack with ease and came around behind him. He spun and blocked her again, and this time managed to get a hand on her before she leapt backwards, out of his reach, and bared her fangs.

His heart beat harder.

She attacked again, her cry piercing the silent wintry night, and brought her blade down hard. It was difficult to block it. She was strong and skilled for a female. He strafed left and right to avoid her knife, trying to find an opening that he didnâ€™t really want to take. She was fascinating. Beautiful and deadly. Everything a vampire should be, yet there was something more to her. She turned and brought her leg around in a swift kick. The heel of her black knee-high boot smashed into the side of his head, sending him down.

Aleksandr rolled onto his feet and blocked her again. Why couldnâ€™t he bring himself to fight her? He could barely bring himself to defend.

Her red eyes narrowed on him and she growled, exposing her extended canines again. His cheek throbbed where sheâ€™d caught him. He would bear a bruise there before the hour had passed. She lunged at him and he barely avoided her blade. If he survived the fight that was. He ducked when she swung at him and swept his leg around to take hers out. She jumped it and rewarded his effort with another hard kick to the head, sending his brain spinning out of control. The darkness threatened to return, goading him into attacking. He didnâ€™t want to. He would not attack another vampire, especially not a female.

Definitely not her.

She huffed as though disappointed. Was it because he wasnâ€™t fighting or wasnâ€™t falling? Aleksandr kept his arms in front of him, blocking her swift attacks with his vambraces, and staring at her face the whole time. Fascination wasnâ€™t the right word for what she did to him.

The warmth he felt, the intense attraction, the abject desire to look into her eyes forever, even when they only promised him a slow death. It was more than fascination.

He wanted her.

â€œI do not wish to fight you.â€ Aleksandr leapt backwards, away from her, and raised his hands.

Her grip on her blade tightened and she attacked.

He left himself open to see what she would do. Her clothing was formalâ€”a black military-style jacket that only reached her waist and tight black trousers coupled with polished riding boots. She looked like a guard. If she were, she surely wouldnâ€™t kill him.

If she werenâ€™t, he was making a terrible mistake.

The moment she neared him, she sheathed the blade, threw herself forwards so her hands pressed into the dirt, twisted and launched herself at him feet first. Had he wanted to defend himself, it would have been impossible. The speed at which she locked her knees around his neck, sending him falling backwards with her momentum, and slammed him into the icy earth knocked the breath from him.

Aleksandr stared at her where she perched on his chest, straddling it with his arms trapped in the crook of her knees and her blade against his throat.

He laid beneath her, sprawled out, his back aching and freezing.

Utterly in love.

She leaned forwards. A single strand of her dark hair had fallen out of the tight bun at the back of her head and grazed her cheek. Her soft breath against his face carried the enticing scent of her blood. Her eyes went from darkness to a lighter colour that the moon stole from him. Beautiful.

Aleksandr swallowed, causing the knife to grate his Adamâ€™s apple through his thick beard. He wished that he had cleaned up now before coming to Prague. She wasnâ€™t exactly catching him at his best.

â€œYou will answer for entering my bloodlineâ€™s territory.â€ She pressed the blade harder against his throat. â€œIâ€™m taking you in.â€

â€œNo need to be rough.â€ Aleksandr smiled slowly. â€œUnless you like it that way, of course.â€

She was off him in an instant, her weapon still held at the ready.

Clearly, she wasnâ€™t into the rough stuff like so many of his kind. With the thrill of hunting denied them, they had to find excitement elsewhere. Dancing with death through sharing blood was the most intoxicating thing a vampire could do without risking their humanity and many of them did it often. He had never been into that sort of thing.

Aleksandr sat up, grazed his fingers over the silvery scars on his wrist, a reminder of why he was tracking and killing vampire hunters, risking his humanity, and then got to his feet.

The female backed off a step, but remained close enough that she could easily attack him if he tried to leave. He didnâ€™t want to, but if he did, she wouldnâ€™t be able to stop him. A woman was no match for him.

First a female hunter and then a female guard. Prague was a modern progressive city, or the world was changing faster than he realised. He had noticed it for a few years now and had been struggling to adjust ever since. He hadnâ€™t expected the change to happen within vampire society too. The males had always been the ones to take care of the females. His gaze settled on her. Now there were females capable of taking care of themselves. It was both disturbing and intriguing.

Aleksandr went to move but she was in front of him before he could take a step.

â€œCan I at least gather my belongings?â€ He motioned towards the coat and bag that waited near the fountain.

She looked at them and her gaze tracked back and settled on the corpse. Her pupils narrowed and then she frowned. Had she only just noticed that he had killed someone? She sniffed and then looked at him, her pale eyes falling to his shirt and then his hands, carefully taking all of him in. He liked the assessing edge to her gaze, and the way it lingered on his body a moment before coming up to meet his. She stared into his eyes, long enough that he felt as though she was renewing the spell she had cast on him, and then nodded.

â€œI desire an audience with your master.â€ Aleksandr crossed her path and picked up his long heavy black coat. Her gaze remained on him, intent and focused.

He put his coat on, picked up his black bag and slung it over his shoulder. When he turned to face her, she was looking at the dead hunter again. The way she stared at it, studying it closely, made it clear that she hadnâ€™t seen a fresh kill in a long time.

Or she hadnâ€™t seen anything quite like the butchery that had happened tonight.

Aleksandr clenched his fists and reined in the dark hunger that the memory evoked. He was in control now, not his instincts. The hunt would continue until he had avenged her and had rid the world of her murdererâ€™s progeny.

He would not surrender until then.

For four centuries, he had tracked and killed them, his anger still fresh in his heart, the pain of losing her still raw. He would not surrender until he had killed the last of the hunterâ€™s line and protected his people.

The woman stepped forwards and his attention was back with her. The second his gaze locked with hers, the darkness inside him receded, washed away by the light in her eyes and her beauty. He had thought of nothing but the hunt for four hundred years, had closed himself off to society and focused on his duty, but the woman before him stole his attention away from it so easily. It drifted to the back of his mind with the darkness, unknown to him in this moment while her eyes held his. She wasnâ€™t afraid of him. She had fought him without fear, and with strength and skill that he had never expected to find in a female. She enthralled him.

Looking into her eyes, Aleksandr realised something dreadful. He was too close to the edge. The feelings she evoked in him were ones he had long forgotten existed. It was strange to feel warmed inside by happiness to have met her, desire to make her belong to him, and hunger for the feel of her bare body against his. He had not felt such positive emotions in decades.

He was losing himself.

â€œFollow me,â€ the woman said and he did, using her as a distraction from his dark thoughts.

She was young. He placed her at barely over two hundred years old, her appearance somewhat of a human in their mid-twenties. She was at least six inches shorter than him, and slender. Her strength had surprised him because of those facts alone. Young females were often weak and needed protection. She had strong blood in her veins.

Aleksandr ran a hand over his matted long dark hair and then rubbed the several monthsâ€™ worth of beard on his face. What did he look like? He felt like a mess now, both inside and out. She had definitely caught him at his worst. If he had looked as he had back in his days at court, he was sure she would be looking at him differently.

He was sure that she would recognise him for who he was.

She walked swiftly ahead of him, not once looking back to check if he was still there. She had mastered her senses then. He could feel them fixed on him. How strong were they? He had honed his to perfection through years of training and hunting, but he hadnâ€™t sensed her approach. He had been too lost in the darkness.

His gaze slid down to her small backside and the way it moved as she walked mesmerised him.

He hadnâ€™t really wanted to meet her master, but saying that he did seemed like the easiest way of remaining near to her.

Aleksandr lost track of how long they had been walking. He looked up when he sensed the presence of more vampires. Black wrought iron gates punctuated an endless grey stone wall ahead. Beyond them stood the extensive bleak faÃ§ade of a mansion. Light emanated from many of the rectangular windows marking the three storeys, at least on the left side. On the right, they were mostly dark hollows. Two male guards at the gate saluted the woman and then eyed him with suspicion as he passed through.

Who was his escort? She was strong, spirited, and these men ranked lower. If she werenâ€™t dressed as a guard, Aleksandr would have placed her as a lady of the bloodline. A female guard. He still couldnâ€™t quite comprehend it.

He followed her up the gravel drive to the house, walking on the left side of the wide expanse of frosty grass that stretched into the distance in both directions. It was a habit of his to mask his footfalls. It had saved his life more than once. The long grey stone front of the mansion was imposing and cold even in the moonlight. The size of it told Aleksandr that this bloodline held the power in the city, or they were the only one resident.

They crossed the large parking area in front of the house, passing a fleet of identical black Mercedes-Benz limousines. This bloodline was definitely doing well for itself. Judging by the fact that the woman had been in the city whilst wearing her uniform, it had to be masquerading as a military school of some sort. Many bloodlines bought privacy from the local government by donating large sums of money and setting up such a front. The humans never questioned them. It had been the easiest way to keep their species secret for many centuries. At least some things hadnâ€™t changed since he had left society.

The moment she entered the house, Aleksandrâ€™s attention was back with her. She hurriedly smoothed her warm chestnut hair back into the tight knot, fixing her appearance. In his opinion, she didnâ€™t need to fix it at all. The slight wanton edge her messy hair gave her was alluring to say the least. His gaze drifted to her throat and he frowned when he spotted her bloodlineâ€™s mark on the back of her neck. It was an elaborate black ink crest with a stag incorporated into the design.

ÄŒernÃ½.

They passed another pair of male guards and Aleksandr glanced at the back of their necks. The mark was visible above the collar of their short black jackets. A strong bloodline.

He had forgotten who ruled Prague. Perhaps they would be able to help him after all and his coming to their master would prove beneficial in more than one way.

His grey eyes slid back to the woman. She looked over her shoulder at him, her aquamarine eyes briefly fixing on his before she turned away again.

Aleksandr quickened his pace and fell into step beside her. She glanced at him again and then looked forwards. His gaze remained on her as they walked along the elegant gallery at the front of the house, heading towards the lit area he had seen on the left of the building. She had soft featuresâ€”youthful and graceful. Her oval face, pale skin, and rosy lips set his heart racing again, quick enough that it almost matched a human heart rate. A flicker of a frown wrinkled her brow and her eyes darted to him and then away. He steadied his heart, aware that she could hear the effect she had on him. Her heart was beating at a restful pace, a soothing patter in his mind.

She moved ahead, entering a large red drawing room. The vampires relaxing in it were powerful but none of them were stronger than he was. He carried on without glancing in any of their directions, following his temptress. She turned right in the room, heading towards a guarded set of dark wooden doors. When she reached them, she faced him, her expression stern.

â€œWait here,â€ she said and the guards stationed on either side of the doors opened them for her.

Aleksandr lowered his black holdall from his shoulder. The two dark-haired male guards eyed him. He smiled but it didnâ€™t relieve the tension. It only made it worse. The one on his left cast a glance over him and Aleksandr was thankful that his long coat hid his dagger from view. The femaleâ€™s voice drifted through the open doors to him and he looked at her. She stood in the middle of a dark green room, the back of a gilt-framed green velvet couch in front of her. A male spoke to her in Czech, his voice a lazy drawl.

Tired of waiting, Aleksandr walked into the room, his knee-high boots heavy on the polished wooden floor. The womanâ€™s blade was at his throat again in the space of a breath. Aleksandr halted and looked at the man her body had shielded from view.

He was young to be leading a bloodline, only in his late twenties in terms of appearance, meaning he was little more than four hundred. He would have been born around the time that Aleksandr had begun his hunt.

The man leaned back into the green couch opposite the one near to Aleksandr and the woman and crossed his long black-clad legs. He smiled without any trace of charm or meaning and preened his short sandy hair back.

â€œThis man desires an audience with you, Master,â€ the woman said and Aleksandr glanced down into her clear blue eyes. She looked away, towards the leader of her bloodline.

â€œThen allow him to introduce himself so I may know with whom I speak,â€ the master said in English.

Aleksandr was familiar with both English and Czech. He had understood everything the master had said to the woman. He wasnâ€™t interested in guests and wanted him gone. His opinion would change once he knew who Aleksandr was. It always did.

Aleksandrâ€™s gaze met the guardâ€™s again, holding it for long minutes. Whenever he set eyes on her, he was struck by her beauty as though it was the first time he had witnessed it. He willingly accepted her blade against his throat because it meant she was near him. Soon she would be this close to him without a weapon. He was sure of it. He would ask for sanctuary and the master would grant it. It would give him time to clean up his appearance and then he would start a new hunt. One for this woman.

His gaze slid across to the master and locked with his hazel one, silently showing the younger vampire that he wasnâ€™t the most powerful in the room by a long shot.

â€œI am Aleksandr Nemov,â€ he said in a calm measured tone.

The femaleâ€™s shock rippled through the knife at his throat, which was gone an instant later. She stepped back.

â€œYou will not mind me requesting proof of that claim,â€ the master said.

Aleksandr smiled behind his beard. It was to be expected. He had been absent from society so long that many probably thought him dead.

With a flourish, he unsheathed and presented his bloodstained dagger. The curved silver blade caught the warm light of the fireplace to the left of the couches. That same light made the gold handle shine brightly. Only a Nemov carried such a weapon, and it had been given to him at birth, inscribed with his name so those who died by it knew who had taken their life. When the man nodded, he sheathed the blade and took hold of his black shirt above his right hip. He pulled it free of his trousers and revealed the mark he bore there on his pale skin.

The mark of royalty.

The womanâ€™s eyes widened, fixed on the crescent moon on the shield of his bloodline.

Aleksandr lowered his shirt and she slowly raised her eyes to his. She blinked, fumbled with her own knife, and then looked away. The shy sparkle in her blue eyes added to her beauty and his desire for her, momentarily stealing his attention away from the other occupant in the room.

â€œYou will stay a while with my bloodline. It would do us great honour.â€ The master stood and crossed the room to Aleksandr.

The woman stepped to one side, her eyes still downcast.

The master grinned and held his hand out. â€œI am Ladislav ÄŒernÃ½, and I welcome you to my home. I hope you will be able to enjoy our hospitality for a long time.â€

Aleksandr shook his hand. Ladislav was young but wise enough to see a way to gain more power when it was standing in front of him. Being favourable to a royal would grant him more leeway with the law and more privileges in court. It was a shame then that Aleksandr had long since surrendered such authority. No matter how many times he reminded society that he was no longer royalty, it still insisted on treating him that way. In this sort of situation, he usually reminded them that he had given up his title, but this time he couldnâ€™t bring himself to mention it. He wanted to remain here and pursue the woman, and for that reason alone, he would tolerate Ladislavâ€™s mistake.

â€œWe will hold a ball tonight to celebrate,â€ Ladislav said, his English thickly accented.

This man was no fool. He would serve Aleksandr well. His gaze slid back to the woman. Her eyes were on him again but darted away when his met them. How well would she serve him?

â€œThen I will need to freshen up.â€ Aleksandr removed his hand from Ladislavâ€™s grip.

â€œAny room in the guest wing you desire, and I will arrange whatever you need.â€ Ladislav motioned to the woman. Her expression blackened for a moment, as though escorting a guest was beneath her, and then she saluted.

Aleksandr picked up his bag and smiled at the woman. She answered it with a frown and then walked out of the room. His smile widened and his gaze raked over her.

She was going to be an interesting hunt.

But he would be the victor.

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Halloween Spooktacular and vampire romances

Posted on 21st October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

It’s been a busy week for me. I’ve been preparing for the release of my new vampire romance book, Heart of Darkness, while fighting a cold/cough and trying to keep on top of everything else that I needed to do. It’s basically been manic.

On top of that, I’ve put in motion an event I’ll be hosting here at my blog from October 28th-31st. This year, I’m having a Paranormal Pandemonium Halloween Spooktacular here at my blog. There’s going to be plenty of posts to keep you all entertained over the four days, all of them about vampires and werewolves, and other paranormal romance lovelies. I’m interviewing lots of my characters, writing new exclusive flash fiction pieces for the event, putting together some fantastic giveaways, and hunting down some paranormal hotties to share with you all! It means writing a lot of blog posts, almost one every four hours, but it’s going to be awesome and well worth the pandemonium!

It does mean that I have to get my head down and get a lot of the Heart of Darkness leg of my Paranormal Pandemonium 2011 Blog Tour ready and sent out well in advance to give myself time to write all the posts for my Halloween event. Add to that the fact that I’m supposed to be working on the second draft of Masquerade (Vampires Realm romance series #10) next week and the week after and you’ll start to get a feel for how busy my next few weeks are going to be.

But that’s next week. This week I have been working hard on getting everything ready for the Heart of Darkness release day on Saturday 22nd October. That’s less than a day away now. The book is already available at Amazon Kindle in the US and Amazon Kindle in the UK, All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. I always get the book sent there in advance as it sometimes takes a few days for the process to complete and the book to appear.

I have also been putting together the paperback version of this vampire romance book and that should be ready to order soon. I had to send them a query about the cover as it looked wonky in the example image they sent me. I’ve had a similar problem with CreateSpace before and they fixed it when I emailed them, so hopefully this will be resolved quickly and I can get the book out in paperback.

The Heart of Darkness blog tour has already kicked off with an introduction to the book and a giveaway at Romancing the Darkside. To see the other dates of the tour, head over to my Paranormal Pandemonium 2011 Blog Tour page at my website.

My next stop on the Heart of Darkness blog tour is at Romance Book Junkies tomorrow, 22nd October, and then I’m reverting back to talking about my angels and the Her Angel series at Reading Between The Wines Book Club on Sunday!

I’ve also been putting together some more promotional items, such as new book cover postcards, bookmarks, and even some paranormal romance trading cards this time! I’ve just received the new book cover postcards. This time they’re in full colour. The smaller items between the covers are magnets that I ordered too…

When I receive the bookmarks and other items, I’ll take a picture of them too and post it here. I normally reserve all my bookmarks and cover flats for use in giveaways, but I’ve had a few people ask whether or not they can give me some p&p and get some sent to them. I’ll have a think about it. I will probably be selling the trading card sets on my website, along with my paperback books. I just need to find the time to make the pages for them!

What do you think of the cover postcards? Would you love to have them added to your collection?

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Her Guardian Angel – angel romance now available in paperback!

Posted on 20th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Her Guardian Angel, my angel romance novel and the fourth book in my best selling Her Angel romance series is now available in paperback from Amazon and Barnes and Noble. It’s also now available at the majority of ebook retail sites, including Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBookstore and others.

Here’s more information about the book and where you can buy it from in paperback and ebook, plus the official excerpt to give you a taste of the novel.

Her Guardian Angel
Felicity Heaton
A simple mission becomes a fight for survival in this fantastic instalment in the Her Angel series.

A guardian angel dedicated to his duty, Marcus will do whatever Heaven asks of him, but even his loyalty has its limits. When his superior orders him to gain Ameliaâ€™s trust through seduction, Marcus starts to question his mission and his feelings for the beautiful woman he has watched over since her birth.

Amelia has gone from one bad relationship to another, so when a gorgeous guy moves in next door looking like Mr Right, she hopes he doesnâ€™t turn out to be another black knight in disguise. But thereâ€™s more to Marcus than meets the eye, and when he rescues her from three demonic men, Amelia is thrust into his nightmarish worldâ€”a world where God and the Devil exist, and only one angel can save her from deathâ€”Marcus, the angel sheâ€™s falling in love with.

On the run from demonic angels and the Devil himself, aided by Marcusâ€™s angel friends and their amazing women, fighting for survival against the odds, Marcus and Amelia discover a love that will last forever.

A love so strong it will shake Heaven and Hell.

ebook price: $3.99
paperback price: $9.99
genre: paranormal angel romance book
length: 110000 words
rating: sultry
released: July 2011
Book 4 in the Her Angel romance series

Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Guardian%20Angel
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-herguardianangel-607692-140.html
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005EUJIG8/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B005EUJIG8/
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Available in paperback from:
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Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1463788363/
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EXCERPT

Marcus stretched his left arm out above his head on the pillows of his double bed, buried the fingers of his right hand into his overlong black hair and stared into the inky dark of his bedroom. The open window to his left allowed pale light to filter in from the street far below but it barely cut through the gloom and it wasnâ€™t the reason he had lifted the sash around midnight. The stifling summerâ€™s day had given way to a humid night that showed no sign of cooling down before dawn broke and heralded the next unbearably hot day. A light breeze washed in through the open window, refreshing him as it caressed the left side of his bare body. The heat wasnâ€™t the only thing robbing him of sleep.

The banging came again, more persistent this time, and Marcus clenched his teeth to contain his growing irritation, his focus wholly on the hall outside his apartment. The man had been attacking the door of his neighbour for almost twenty minutes now, rousing Marcus from sleep and throwing him straight into a bad mood that had gradually deteriorated into a desire to beat some sense into the mortal.

He drew in a long breath, held it a moment in a vain attempt to regain control of his temper, and then exhaled slowly. The man hurled another string of impotent threats at his neighbourâ€™s door and Marcusâ€™s anger spiked right back up. His silver-blue eyes slid towards the digital clock on his bedside table. The display mocked him with the ungodly hour this man had chosen to air his bitter disappointment to not only the female but the entire apartment block. Three in the morning.

Because of the humidity that showed no sign of abating and had made it impossible to get comfortable, Marcus had only been asleep for a scant few hours. He hated waking early, especially when he was stuck in the hell known as the mortal realm.

The man banged again, rattling the wall with a tremor that reached Marcus. He was no threat to the woman because she wasnâ€™t foolish enough to answer her door, but it grated on Marcusâ€™s nerves nonetheless.

His temper frayed when the man shouted foul accusations at her.

All of them false.

Marcus had known Amelia all of her life, although she had only known him this past month. He had watched over her and she was a pure soul with terrible luck when it came to men, and the man knocking down her door didnâ€™t deserve her.

Unable to bear another second and sensing Ameliaâ€™s increasing fear through the wall that joined their apartments, Marcus rose from the bed and slung on a pair of dark grey jogging bottoms. He walked through his unlit apartment with ease, not bothering with the lights as he could easily map a safe path around the furniture without seeing it, and unlocked his front door. He yanked it open and stepped out into the dull cream hallway on the other side, his gaze immediately fixing on the mortal that was daring to break his sleep and threaten Amelia.

The dark haired man looked at him.

Marcus coolly stared back.

â€œWhatâ€™s your problem, mate?â€ The manâ€™s fingers curled into fists at his sides. Marcus noted everything about him in under a second.

He was drunk. He was itching for a fight. And he was a fool who thought this sort of abuse would win Amelia back. On the surface, the man wanted to upset her and hurt her, but Marcus could see beyond the faÃ§ade to the pale hope in this manâ€™s heart that Amelia would be his again.

That was something Marcus would never allow.

â€œYou.â€ Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbed sleep from his eyes, and then leaned back against the doorjamb, folding his arms across his bare chest and crossing his legs at his ankles.

The man regarded him for a moment and then turned back to Ameliaâ€™s door.

â€œI think you should leave now.â€ Marcus stepped forwards, bringing the manâ€™s attention back to him so he wouldnâ€™t bang on the door again and cause Ameliaâ€™s fear to increase. â€œBefore things get out of hand.â€

The man smiled, amusement touching his dark brown eyes. â€œWhat you gonna do about it? Sheâ€™s my girlfriendâ€¦ not yours. Piss off back inside and get your nose out of my bloody business before I break it.â€

Marcus sighed. He had warned the man. He had done everything by the book. His patience wearing thin, he looked the man over again, taking in his dark jeans and the loose t-shirt that covered a physique half his own and the way his fists shook as he shouted at Ameliaâ€™s door. Without resorting to violence, Marcus wasnâ€™t sure how to convince the man to leave. He could compel him, but using his powers on such a base creature was beneath him and would do nothing to teach the man a lesson in manners towards women.

The man banged on the door again before Marcus could stop him, hard enough this time that the white painted wood creaked under the attack, and he heard Amelia gasp.

â€œThat is it.â€ Marcus took another step forwards and the man swung at him. Marcus dodged his fist, clamped his left hand down on the manâ€™s wrist, and twisted his arm behind his back. The man bent forwards to stop his shoulder from popping out of its socket, facing away from Marcus, and grunted in pain. Marcus glared at the back of his head. â€œI said to leave.â€

The man struggled in his grip but stilled when Ameliaâ€™s apartment door eased open a few inches and she peered around it. Marcus stared at her, frowning at the tears that streaked her flushed cheeks and the fear in her grey eyes, and tightened his grip on the manâ€™s arm until he let out another deeply satisfying grunt.

â€œWhat do you want?â€ she whispered, voice hoarse and trembling.

It wasnâ€™t like Amelia to look afraid of anything. Marcus had seen her fight it out face-to-face with her exes without showing a trace of fear but this one had rattled her. Weariness shone in her grey eyes, lending them a cold edge he hadnâ€™t seen before. Her gaze tracked up Marcusâ€™s arm, lingering a moment on his bare torso, and then reached his face.

â€œIâ€™m sorry if he woke you.â€ Her gentle tone dissolved some of his anger.

Marcus loosened his grip on the manâ€™s wrist but held on to him. â€œItâ€™s not a problem. I couldnâ€™t stand by and do nothing.â€

The man twisted enough to look back at Marcus over his shoulder and then turned his head towards Amelia.

â€œOh, I see how it is. Dump me and then move on to the next bloke, right? Youâ€™ve probably been fucking him from the moment he moved in. Well, Iâ€™m sure Mr Muscle is a great catchâ€¦â€ The man wrenched free of Marcusâ€™s grip and stumbled forwards a few steps before righting himself. â€œBut Iâ€™m gonna have to fuck up that pretty face of his.â€

Marcus reacted on instinct and launched his left fist at the man to counter his attack. The moment he did, he felt the strength drain from his arm and pushed harder. He had been holding back to avoid seriously injuring the mortal but now that Heaven had stripped him of his immortal strength he needed to do the opposite and give it everything he had.

He leaned back to avoid the manâ€™s punch while still pushing forwards with his own and slammed his fist hard into the manâ€™s jaw, cracking his head to one side and sending him crashing into the cream wall. The man bounced off it, hit the dark banister opposite and then collapsed into an ungainly heap on the wooden floor of the hallway.

â€œShit.â€ Pain shot along every bone in Marcusâ€™s hand and up his arm to his elbow. It had actually hurt.

The man groaned and dragged himself to his feet and Amelia hesitated in the doorway of her apartment, looking as though she couldnâ€™t decide whether to assist him or keep back. Marcus shook his hand and waited for something to happen. Instead of the instant punishment he had expected, there was only silence as the man stared hard at both him and Amelia, and then stumbled down the stairs to the next floor.

Marcus still waited.

Part of him couldnâ€™t believe that he had struck a mortal and the rest couldnâ€™t believe that he wasnâ€™t being punished.

Heaven had limited his power the moment he had subconsciously decided to hit the man, leaving him with only the strength of a mortal and therefore open to attack himself. The punch had hurt him. Perhaps that was punishment enough. Perhaps all of this was punishment for his misdeeds.

Marcus sagged against the wall and blew out a sigh, clutching his injured hand to his chest, convinced that Heaven would call him in to reprimand him soon enough. He had committed an act of violence against what could be considered an innocent human. Marcus couldnâ€™t think of the man that way. He was vile and cruel, seeking to scare Amelia and hurt her. Marcus had only done his duty by protecting her.

He opened his eyes and looked across at her where she stood at the banister peering down into the stairwell, her hands clutching the wooden railing.

His gaze drifted down over her shoulder-length straight dark hair to the plum-coloured slip that only emphasised her sensual curves, to the lean lengths of her legs. She was so soft and pure. Delicate yet strong of heart. Her fear was gone now, leaving behind the confident woman he was used to seeing in her.

She looked across at him and his eyes dropped to her bare feet. He frowned at the tattoo on her left ankle. A cherub? The plump winged babe sat just above her ankle bone, staring back at him. He smiled. Is that what she thought his kind looked like? The image humans had of angels couldnâ€™t have been more wrong. It amused him, stealing away his pain and pushing it to the back of his mind.

His strength returned and the pain dulled further, leaving only a gentle throbbing and bruised knuckles behind as a reminder of what he had done.

â€œI really am sorry about that.â€ Ameliaâ€™s soft voice stole into his thoughts and he glanced up at her. She crossed the hall to him and peered at his left hand. â€œYou should put some ice on that.â€

Marcus studied his red knuckles. Is that what humans did in this sort of situation? In his world, they had angels with the ability to heal others. Such an angel could easily fix this issue for him. Even if he couldnâ€™t find one, the red marks would be gone in less than a day, his bodyâ€™s superior healing ability quickly erasing them.

â€œWould you like to come in for some coffee or a drink? Itâ€™s the least I can do as payment for being my hero.â€

Marcus stared at her. Coffee was payment for being a hero? He hadnâ€™t indulged in such drugs in a long time and while he knew about the sexually stimulating effects that caffeine had on his kind, he had no interest in drinking coffee with Amelia. If he did that, he wasnâ€™t sure what would happen between them, but it would certainly be embarrassing for him.

â€œNo, thank you,â€ he said and when she looked as though she needed a reason for his refusal, he added, â€œIt will keep me awake.â€

She still didnâ€™t seem satisfied. She shifted foot to foot, her gaze darting down to her hands in front of her, and then looked right into his eyes again.

â€œHow about I ice those knuckles instead then?â€

Marcus glanced into her low-lit apartment and then back at her, and caught the fear in her eyes as she looked down at the stairwell. She was afraid that the man would return and begin harassing her again. He would accept her offer but not because he needed her to assist him with his healing. He would go with her because he could see that the man had won and had shaken her up, and that she was asking him to stay with her a while because she was scared.

It was his duty to protect her. Tonight, that duty could extend to guarding her a little more closely than usual. Once she had settled and was comfortable with the idea of being alone again, he would take his leave.

He nodded when her attention returned to him.

Amelia led the way into the apartment, leaving him to muse what he had done tonight and his duty.

She deserved better.

A better life.

That was the reason he was hereâ€”to keep her safe and watch over her. To protect her from the creeps and from something else.

To give her that better life.

He was sure of it.

Marcus followed her towards the kitchen, noting that the layout of her apartment differed slightly to his as he passed through the pale square lounge. There were no windows in it, just like his one, because the bedroom and bathroom lined the exterior wall opposite him. Their positions in the apartment were reversed in his. He stared through the open door of the room to the right. Her bedroom was next to his and the head of her bed rested against his wall. She slept so close to him, yet he couldnâ€™t feel her when he was in bed, couldnâ€™t sense her on the other side. At such proximity, he should have been able to even when her signature was dulled by her sleeping. His gaze fell to rest on the long cream couch angled towards the television set to his right in the corner of the lounge. A pillow occupied one arm of the sofa and a scrunched up dark blue blanket sat at the other end.

Did she sleep on the couch?

He looked through into the bedroom again, frowning at the smooth covers on the double bed.

Was that why he couldnâ€™t feel her when he was in his bedroom?

Back when he had been watching over her from Heaven, she had always slept in her bed. Had something happened recently to change that? If it had, it must have occurred in the past month when he had been in the mortal realm. When he was here, he couldnâ€™t watch over her as he had in Heaven, able to view her through buildings using the power granted to the angels of his division. He had to physically see her.

Amelia came back out of the room to his left. He dragged his gaze away from the bedroom and the bathroom next to it, and finished crossing the room to the open double doors that led into the kitchen. Her small kitchen was brighter than his, the cupboards a pale type of wood, with stainless steel appliances.

Some former owner of his apartment had deemed it stylish to have a dark kitchen. Marcus deemed it impractical. It was a nightmare to keep clean so he had given up feeding himself shortly after moving in and had resorted to eating take away food, instant meals or eating out.

Marcus leaned against the kitchen counter, his hand throbbing. It had been a while since he had felt physical pain. He couldnâ€™t remember the last time it had hurt to punch something.

He couldnâ€™t remember the last time he had fought someone.

Amelia placed a red and white chequered tea-towel down on the side and emptied out several trays of ice cubes into it. She gathered the ends and twisted the bulk of the cloth around to keep the ice in, and then came over to him. He started when she took hold of his hand, gently slipping her fingers under it so they brushed his palm, and raised it. Heat travelled up his arm and it had nothing to do with pain this time.

She rested the ice pack on his knuckles and he didnâ€™t feel the cold at all. He stared at their joined hands, urgently trying to decipher how she had warmed him with only a light touch and alarmed by the hard beat of his heart against his chest. She looked up into his eyes, her grey ones full of warmth again, softening her delicate features and holding his attention.

â€œThank you.â€ She glanced away again, her gaze briefly dropping to their hands and the ice pack, and then met his eyes. His pain faded in an instant, driven away by the heat of her touch and her concerned expression, and he marvelled at the effect she had on him. It wasnâ€™t real. It couldnâ€™t be. She was his duty and that was all she could ever be. Once he had fulfilled his mission, he would finally request his transfer and would never see her again. Her thumb brushed his and fire shimmered over his skin. â€œI really am sorry that he woke you and that you had to hit him.â€

â€œI said it was nothing.â€ Marcus hadnâ€™t needed to hit the man. He could have compelled him to stop but he had reacted on instinct, and for some reason that instinct had been to punch him. He could think of a million situations with mortals when he had been in danger and had compelled them. Why not this time?

Had Ameliaâ€™s presence as a witness deterred him?

Or was she the reason he had struck the man?

He had been consumed by anger, enraged by what the man had said about himself and Amelia, driven to violence by a handful of words.

He was Ameliaâ€™s protector. Her guardian.

He was not her lover.

Her fingertips grazed his palm as she removed the ice pack and inspected his left hand. A shiver tripped up his arm and down his spine, and his shoulder blades itched. He took his hand away from her and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve the tension building there.

His wings wanted out.

â€œHow are they feeling?â€

Marcusâ€™s head snapped up, his eyes immediately locking on Amelia. His wings? She nodded towards his knuckles and relief swept through him.

â€œFine,â€ he said absently and breathed slowly to steady his racing heart.

There was no way she could know about his wings but, for a moment, it had felt as though she had been reading his mind. It had been a while since his wings had wanted to come out. After five centuries of living with them sealed away, he had grown used to them not being there. It had been strange becoming accustomed to them again when the binding curse had started to lose effect over thirty years ago. Most of the time, he was content to physically put them away as he was now. It took concentration to maintain their disappearance but it used less energy than hiding them from human eyes with a glamour, and it was far easier to move around in the mortal realm without worrying about accidentally knocking things over with them.

â€œAre you alright?â€ Amelia ducked towards him, interrupting his view of his knuckles and replacing it with an altogether more pleasant one of her face and her cleavage.

Marcus stared at her plump full breasts, his pulse picking up again, and then averted his eyes. Women had no shame. It was little wonder his master had decided that they should not serve him. They were wily, manipulative, a distraction, and considered by most as the source of all sin.

â€œFine,â€ Marcus repeated and took the ice pack from her, ramming it onto the back of his hand when all he wanted to do was stick it down his jogging bottoms to bring his libido under control.

His fellow warriors had warned him about women, especially ones as beautiful as Amelia, and he wholeheartedly believed every word that they said. Women were dangerous. He would not falter though. Amelia was his mission and his allegiance was to his master, his loyalty to his duty, and nothing would change that.

Once this irksome mission had ended, he would return to Heaven and request his transferral as originally planned, and would join the ranks of the soldiers who protected the realm of Heaven from intruders and wars. He would defend that which he believed in. Not this mortal world, but his world.

He had never physically guarded a human before but was certain that his assignment to act as her next door neighbour was a sign that his mission was progressing and soon he would be free of it.

He couldnâ€™t wait to return home.

â€œHow are you feeling?â€ Marcus took the ice pack away from his hand and set it down in the stainless steel sink beside him.

Amelia shrugged. â€œBetter, I guess.â€

She didnâ€™t look better. The weary edge was back in her eyes, draining them of warmth, and he found himself desiring to comfort her.

â€œHe wonâ€™t come back.â€ His words had the desired effect and she brightened for a brief moment and then it faded again.

â€œYou donâ€™t know that.â€ She closed her eyes and shook her head. â€œI do pick them.â€

Marcus turned and ran his hand under the cold water, letting it wash away the trace of blood on his knuckles. When he reached for the tap to shut it off again, he felt Ameliaâ€™s eyes on his bare back, boring into his shoulders, and lingered a moment. Would she mention the marks he had revealed by carelessly turning his back on her?

â€œIt wonâ€™t be long before I drive you away too.â€

Those words, softly spoken, caused him to look over his shoulder at her, a frown drawing his dark eyebrows tightly together. She dropped her gaze and then met his with resolution that didnâ€™t surprise him. This was the Amelia he had come to know these past three decades. Strong, able to face anything head on, unflinching.

â€œWhat makes you say that?â€ Marcus turned back to face her, aware now that he was bare from the waist up and was probably only encouraging any attraction she might feel towards him. He should have put on a t-shirt before leaving his apartment but heâ€™d had one thing on his mindâ€”getting the irritating bastard in the hallway to shut up so he could sleep.

Or was it purely so he could sleep?

He stared at Amelia, taking in the way her cheeks coloured as he did so and how she couldnâ€™t hold his gaze.

He had thought only of protecting her.

Defending her.

â€œThe last bloke who lived alone next door to me left only a couple of months after moving in.â€

Marcus knew for a fact that the man had been forcibly evicted due to a minor error in payments caused by Heavenâ€™s intervention but had later won money on the lottery that had allowed him to place a down payment on the house of his dreams. The young man had been the easiest target to remove in order to place Marcus close to Amelia. The old lady who lived in the apartment on the other side of Amelia was frail and had lived in the building for over twenty years and relied on those around her to assist her. She also slept heavily, meaning that Ameliaâ€™s ex-boyfriends didnâ€™t wake her when they came to knock down her door. Marcus would have had a contender in the guardian stakes if the young man had remained living next to her and they had moved the old lady.

â€œYou do live alone, donâ€™t you?â€ There was a tremble to that question.

Marcus nodded without thinking and then considered the implications of his answer when Ameliaâ€™s grey eyes warmed again. A loaded question. She had cleverly used it to discern his availability.

He briefly considered making up a girlfriend in order to obliterate any attraction she might feel towards him so he could continue his mission in peace but couldnâ€™t get the words out when he looked into her eyes again.

The space between them shrank until it felt as though she was barely inches from him. Her soft breathing filled his ears, drawing his attention down to the sensual bow of her dusky pink lips. The tip of her tongue swept across them, leaving moisture in its wake, luring him in.

How long had it been since he had kissed a woman?

Not in this lifetime, that was for sure.

Marcus dragged his eyes away from her, shutting down his emotions at the same time. Amelia was a mission. He couldnâ€™t allow things to become complicated. Not when he wasnâ€™t even sure why he had to protect her.

He couldnâ€™t get involved with her.

He had to maintain his distance.

No matter how impossible that seemed now.

No matter how much he wanted her.

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Heart of Darkness – Vampire romance book now available at Amazon Kindle!

Posted on 19th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Well, it’s only a few days now until the release of my new vampire romance book, Heart of Darkness. This is a stand alone vampire romance book so it isn’t part of any of my series. Good news for people only at the start of my vampire romance series books.

Heart of Darkness is now available on Amazon Kindle, so those of you with Kindles can get your copy ahead of the rest! Be sure to tag the ebook if you buy it and leave a review if you enjoy it.

Here’s some information about Heart of Darkness and the purchase links for the Amazon Kindle stores.

Heart of Darkness
Felicity Heaton
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…

ebook price: $3.99
genre: paranormal vampire romance
length: 130000 words
rating: sultry
released: 22nd October 2011

Available in e-book from:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005WK6E58/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005WK6E58/
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B005WK6E58/
Amazon Kindle France: http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B005WK6E58/

So, head on over to the Amazon Kindle stores to grab your copy of this action-packed, intensely emotional and heart-wrenching vampire romance book!

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September paranormal romance book news

Posted on 12th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

September continued to be a fantastic month considering it followed the awesomeness that was August. I decided to extend the offer on Her Dark Angel (Her Angel romance series #1) as I wanted to get it up on Barnes and Noble, the Apple iBookstore and other sites for only $0.99. A few of the blogs that had helped me out with promoting the special offer price of under a dollar helped me out again, and the novella remained in the top 1000 for the entire month on the US Amazon Kindle Store and in the top 300 on the UK Amazon Kindle Store.

At its peak, Her Dark Angel (Her Angel romance series #1) was at #643 on the US Amazon Kindle Store out of over 835000 books and reached the #10 in Kindle Store > Romance > Fantasy and #10 in Books > Romance > Fantasy!

On the UK Amazon Kindle Store, the book reached #145 and was #2 in Books > Fantasy > Paranormal and #2 in Books > Romance > Paranormal! Also, a few times in the month, all four books in the Her Angel romance series were in the top #1000 at the same time! How cool is that?

I know some authors complain about authors labelling a book a best seller when they break into a category on Amazon, but I think that being in the top #10 for a category means that Her Dark Angel is now a best selling book, since it was beating many top traditionally published authors. I get it when people call something a best seller that is listed as #73 in some random category, but you can’t begrudge me the pretty label when I’ve broken the top 10 and was #2 for some categories!

In September I was busy writing. I wrote the first draft of Masquerade (Vampires Realm romance series #10) and also the first drafts of Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #1) and Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #2) as well as completing Heart of Darkness. Heart of Darkness is a stand alone vampire romance novel that will be out on October 22nd, so there isn’t long to wait now!

It was great getting back to writing again. I had really missed it because I’ve been so busy with editing and other author work. I was really thrilled to get Masquerade sorted out too because it’s been such a thorn in my side. There’s still work to do on it to get it to the standard I like to produce and also get it feeling right to me, but that’s what the second draft is for. I’m working on that right now.

I’m not sure when I’ll be releasing Masquerade. I had wanted to get it out before the end of the year, but it might be January now as I want to allow enough time to do a good job on the book and don’t want to rush it. December is creeping up on me really fast too.

I’ve had some new reviews to share too… mostly for the Her Angel series, but also for Forbidden Blood (Vampire Venators romance series #1)!

“Forbidden Blood is a gripping, dark and sexy ride! From the first sentence to the last I felt so intertwined with the characters and the story that I had to read it in one sitting – unable to break away. The entire story took me through every emotion there is and I loved it… Felicity Heaton has created a story paranormal romance that will spellbind your heart and imagination with the power of betrayal, revenge, love and possible forgiveness. In fact, I find this story worthy of re-reading! Forbidden Blood is that good!”

— Talina, Night Owl Reviews – 4.75 Star TOP PICK! — click here for the full review

“I highly recommend reading this book in a seat that you can buckle yourself into while having an entire day on your hands. Once you pick up Her Guardian Angel you canâ€™t put it down. The anticipation of what will happen next will keep the pages turning as fast as you can read them. Heaton does an amazing job of telling a story that is filled with interwoven destinies, curses, deception and a history that some will fight all to see that it is never repeated again. This book is packed with awesomeness. Readers are giving an incredible love story, heaps of action and fighting and a suspenseful story that you are crazy if you donâ€™t run out buy it and read it.”

— Vanessa, The Jeep Diva – 5 Stars! — click here for the full review

I think that rounds off the awesomeness that was September! I’ll try to make my monthly catch up post earlier next time!

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Teaseday – Winter’s Kiss – vampire werewolf romance book

Posted on 10th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Autumn is well and truly here now and it’s almost Halloween, so I’m in a vampire sort of mood. Contuining with the Vampires Realm series theme, I’ll be posting a chapter from my vampire / werewolf romance book Winter’s Kiss today for my Teaseday. If you like heart-wrenching stories of forbidden love, then you’ll definitely enjoy this one. It packs quite the emotional punch.

My Vampires Realm series is full of stories of forbidden love, not only between vampires and werewolves but also between the different vampire bloodlines and humans too, even vampire hunters! If you like vampires that drink from the vein, are kick arse, and dark and mysterious, then this series is definitely for you!

Winter’s Kiss
F E Heaton
Their lord drinks blood and they are dead men walking. The tales of the mansion donâ€™t stop Nika from falling for one of the guards, but when wolves attack her and he rides to her rescue, she discovers that her knight is anything but saintly. He is a vampire and she is becoming a werewolf, and love between their species is forbiddenâ€”the penalty death.

Winterâ€™s world is shaken beyond salvation and his allegiance to his bloodline tested as he watches the woman heâ€™s fallen for turn into a werewolf. His heart demands vengeance and that he protects her, both from the werewolf now hunting for her and from himself, but she tempts him more than he can bear and it isn’t long into their journey before heâ€™s torn between upholding the law and succumbing to desire.

Will Nika be able to convince Winter to leave his world and stay with her or will she spend eternity dreaming of Winter’s kiss?

ebook price: $2.99
paperback price: $7.99
genre: paranormal werewolf romance book
length: 78000 words
rating: sultry
released: June 2009
Book 8 in the Vampires Realm series

Available in e-book from:
Author’s website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/ebooks.php?title=Winter’s%20Kiss
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Amazon Kindle Germany: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0035LDN4Q/
Barnes and Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Winters-Kiss/Felicity-Heaton/e/2940000802090/
Kobo Books: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Winters-Kiss/mix-SbRY0TdPE0-Zl8QkcSDTzA/page1.html
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/7932
Sony Reader Store: http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/f-e-heaton/winters-kiss/_/R-400000000000000254325

Available in paperback from:
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1456489895/
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1456489895/
Barnes and Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Winters-Kiss/F-Heaton/e/9781456489892/

EXCERPT

A scream rent the still night air.

Winter raised his head. The brush in his right hand paused against his horseâ€™s sleek black flank. He frowned, calculating the distance from where he stood in the stable courtyard to the person who had shrieked. The human female voice could carry for miles on nights as calm as tonight. If she screamed again, he would be able to pinpoint her location to within one hundred metres.

A Watchman of the Validus bloodline, Winter had spent years honing his skills in tracking, hunting and killing to the highest echelon of perfection. They gave him the ability to ascertain that whoever the victim was, she was over three miles away.

He returned to his work, lovingly stroking the huge beastâ€™s glossy coat and murmuring soothing words to him. It had been too long since heâ€™d had the chance to ride. The rotation of duties within the household and Hyperionâ€™s plan to spread their empire wider across Europe had left him with longer shifts at the gate. It was an honour to protect his lord, but long nights spent braced against the freezing winds that scathed the landscape in this part of Russia were tiring and left him little time before dawn to ride. His eyes closed. Honour wasnâ€™t the only good thing to come of standing guard from sunset to sunrise.

He saw her more often.

An image of her flashed across Winterâ€™s mind. Pale blonde hair hanging in waves down her back. Sparkling green eyes that glittered under the moonlight. A cherubâ€™s rosy lips that promised sweet kisses and an impâ€™s smile that spoke of mischief. That image had branded itself on his mind the first night he had seen her as an adult. Every night that she passed and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, she burned her face a little deeper into his heart.

His horse kicked impatiently at the floor, scratching the scattered hay away from the dirt and leaving a long groove.

Winter patted Midnight tenderly on the neck and placed the brush down. Gathering the large black saddle, he positioned it on the horseâ€™s high back and let his thoughts wander while he buckled the straps.

They instantly roamed back to her. Many years had passed since Winter had first seen her. She had been a little girl then. Now she had become a beautiful woman. Perhaps soon she would find the courage to speak to him for longer. She had stopped a few times, always singling him out even though his black armour covered him from head to toe, leaving only the section across his eyes exposed. She had spoken to him tonight, asking him why he wore armour and guarded the mansion. He hadnâ€™t answered her. He had no place talking to humans when he was on duty.

There had been a beautiful lack of fear about her. Not even the sight of the naginata that he and the other Watchman held bothered her. Perhaps one day he could turn her. He cursed under his breath and tightened the last strap on the saddle. Those were not thoughts that he should be entertaining. His loyalty was to his lord and his bloodline first and foremost. He had a debt to repay. Once he felt as though he was worthy of asking his lord for permission to court the girl, he would, but until then he had a duty to do.

And that duty came first.

No matter what his feelings for her were.

A ride would clear his head.

A wolf howl sliced through the night.

Winter tensed and instinctively brushed his long heavy black cloak aside and reached for the sword hanging at his side. His fingers closed around the hilt as he calculated the distance to the howl.

Three miles.

Was the wolf after the woman?

Another scream shattered the returning silence. This time, it was a word.

â€œNiet!â€

Winterâ€™s eyes shot wide, an emotion rushing into his heart that he hadnâ€™t felt in long years. Fear. The girl. He would know her voice anywhere.

With the preternatural speed and grace of his kind, Winter mounted the horse and bolted straight for the stable entrance. Midnight thundered forward, hooves pounding the dirt in a sure confident gallop. The gates barely had time to open as they approached. Winter tucked into the horse, bringing his feet up behind him along with the stirrups. The half-open wrought iron gates brushed his knees as they raced through, almost knocking the guards over.

Someone shouted something abusive in his direction.

He didnâ€™t have time to slow down. The moment they had turned onto the road, he urged Midnight on, lowering his feet again but leaning forwards against its neck. It stretched forwards too, mimicking his move and galloping harder as though it had sensed his desperation.

The bottom of Winterâ€™s chest armour dug into his hips as he rode. His long cloak streamed out behind him. The light flurry of snow became bitter darts of ice that cut into his eyes, forcing him to squint. He changed, his eyes turning purple to reveal his bloodline as his senses sharpened. The thundering hooves of his horse were the only sound in an otherwise still world. Winter snapped the reins. Midnight snorted and galloped faster, heading directly for the woods with no sign of slowing.

Winter willed the woman to make another noise, or the wolves to break their silence. He needed to get a fix on their location but it wasnâ€™t only that driving him to beg the woman to shout or scream. He needed to know that she was still alive.

He hunkered down against his horseâ€™s neck when they entered the thick forest of pines. Snow exploded from the branches as they crashed through them, heedless of the pain it caused them both. His armour would protect him from the whip-like branches of the trees, and his horse, Midnight, would go wherever he bid him to, regardless of whether it hurt.

A branch hit Winter directly across the black leather and metal mask covering his nose and mouth. It smacked the armour against his nose and forced a flinch from him as pain shot out in warm waves across his skull. He turned Midnight to his right and towards a more open area of forest. While the pain didnâ€™t bother him, it would dampen his senses and he needed those as sharp as possible.

He pulled Midnight to a halt in a clearing and scanned the darkness, stretching out with his senses and searching for her. The wintry weather hadnâ€™t managed to penetrate the dense trees and the ground was clear of snow, leaving him without a visible trail to follow. He breathed deep, catching a faint hint of her scent on the breeze. She had been here. He cursed. Where was she now?

Was she dead?

Had the wolves killed her already?

That thought made a dull ache settle in his chest. Winter refused to believe it. He wouldnâ€™t believe it until he saw her body for himself. Another deep breath caught a stronger scent. A growl rumbled up through his chest.

Not wolves.

Werewolves.

His eyes narrowed into dark slits between his black helmet and facemask. He stared into the distance as one hand left the reins and closed around the hilt of his sword. Blood would spill tonight. Not only because werewolves had dared to enter Validus territory. If they had killed her, no, if they had even touched her, they would die by his hand.

A distant scream reached his ears.

He pulled on Midnightâ€™s reins.

Midnight reared onto his hind legs, whinnied and then broke into a gallop. Winter sneered behind his facemask, his blood calling for violence.

* * * *

Nika walked the quiet winding path through the woods, wishing she had chosen to wear her thicker coat. Thick fake fur lined the long black coat she wore and it would have been warm enough under normal circumstances in late spring, but tonight was bitterly cold and the icy wind was searching, discovering cracks and places it could sneak into the coat and chill her to the bone. It was strange to have such wintry weather this side of spring. When she had left, the weather had been pleasant enough, and the snow had melted. Now it had come back with a vengeance. She had hoped the weather would be warm and sunny by the time she had returned from the city.

She folded her arms across her chest, trying to keep a little heat in. Her coat and dress reached the floor, both grazing the leaf litter and twigs that covered the path. The wind found its way into there too and blew upwards, snaking around her legs and sending her shivering. Her honey hair blew across her face as she turned and she clawed it away, thankful sheâ€™d had the good sense to take two long strands from beside her temples and plait them before tying them at the back of her head. It kept the bulk of her hair in place but left the long strands from that point downwards to dance in the breeze.

At least the snow couldnâ€™t make it through the trees.

Nika hummed quietly to herself while she walked, thinking about how nice it would be to arrive home and sit down in front of the fire. The thought of that warm blaze made the cold feel distant. She wasnâ€™t far from the village now. Soon she would be safe in her familyâ€™s home, out of the frigid night and bleak woods. It felt like months rather than weeks since she had gone away to St. Petersburg. A smile touched her lips when she recalled walking past the mansion. He had been on guard duty again, silent and sentinel outside the gate with another man. She knew it was him. Those beautiful dark eyes had spoken to her as they always did, telling her words that her heart loved to listen to. He never looked at her, but there was always a strange emotion in his eyes when she stopped in front of him. The cold emptiness that used to fill them disappeared, leaving what her heart interpreted as warmth behind.

She didnâ€™t know who he was, or even what he looked like beneath his armour, but she knew one thing. She wanted no other man in this world.

Her heart lightened as memories of him came back, always protecting the gates of the large mansion. On the few occasions that she had plucked up the courage to speak to him, he had never uttered a word back at her. He hadnâ€™t even spoken tonight when she had mentioned the tales about the man he guarded. Terrible tales they were. Stories of demons and death, of bloodshed and violence. Her whole village whispered of them. They were right in a way. There was something different about the men there. In all the years that she had passed those gates, that man had never changed. Not when she was a child and not now that she was an adult. It was the same man. He hadnâ€™t aged one year in the twenty she had seen him. She was sure of it.

Through the trees, pinpricks of light flickered in the darkness. The village. She doubled her pace, thinking only of the warm fire and seeing her father again.

A howl sliced the night in two.

Nika froze to the spot, ears pricked and heart thundering.

Perhaps it had been the wind.

Low growls made her head snap around. Seven large dark shapes slinked out of the shadows. Their fur spiked in a line down their backs, wriggling like a snake when they shook themselves and growled at her. They stepped onto the path between her and the village. These were no ordinary wolves. She remembered them from her childhood. They had killed half of the village.

The one in front lowered its head and stared at her with bright amber eyes that promised a painful death. It snarled to reveal huge canines.

Nika screamed.

Before it could attack, she turned, dropped her bag and ran. She grabbed the front of her coat and skirt, lifting them so she could sprint unhindered, and headed through the woods in the direction of the mansion.

It wasnâ€™t long before her legs were beginning to tire. Their muscles strained under the pressure of running over the uneven ground and seized up as the fear broke into her mind, sending panicked thoughts pounding through her skull.

She was going to die.

The voice at the back of her mind told her to give up, but she wouldnâ€™t. She wasnâ€™t ready to die. It was something that happened to someone else, not to her or the people she loved. If she could make it to the mansion, she would be safe. The men there would fend off the wolves. The man would protect her.

Nika shrieked again as she tripped on a branch hidden beneath the frozen leaf litter and hit the ground hard. She immediately scrabbled to her feet and ran blindly into the forest, desperate to escape the wolves. Behind her came their thundering feet and heavy panting. They were closing in.

In the blink of an eye, it was over. The full weight of one of the wolves hit her in the back, sending her tumbling to the floor. Another howled. She turned and wrestled the wolf off her, scrambling across the dirt away from it. One of them grabbed her ankle, the thick leather of her boot the only thing protecting the delicate joint. It growled. Nika screwed her eyes shut and brought her hands up in front of her face as the others leapt at her.

â€œNiet!â€

Nika kicked the wolf off her ankle, eliciting a whimper from it, and pushed against the others. Breaking free, she got to her feet and ran again. Moonlight broke through a gap in the trees some distance ahead of her, illuminating a small shack.

Her heart willed her to make it there. It was her only chance.

She screamed again when one of the wolves snapped at her, trying to grab her arm. She punched it across the face and kept running, desperate to survive.

A thundering sound joined the cacophony of wolf growls and snarls and her rough breathing. Nika looked ahead of her to see the shack and then a large black horse with rider. She reached out to him, a silent plea for him to help her, and then fell when the wolves pounced on her. Pain erupted in her leg. Her heart missed beats as claws and teeth tore through her clothes.

Her last hope left her when she found herself face to face with the largest wolf. Hot breath washed her face, stealing her own. She sent a prayer to God and stared into the wolfâ€™s yellow eyes, into the eyes of death.

The thundering hooves stopped. Above her the horseâ€™s legs appeared, kicking out as the huge black beast whinnied and snorted. The wolves scattered, leaving her pressed into the dirt and frozen leaf litter, petrified and in too much pain to move.

The horse snorted again as it came down onto all four feet beside her and the rider appeared in her tear-blurred view.

â€œHand,â€ he said in a muffled Russian voice and extended his towards her.

Nika feebly raised hers towards him. She wanted to take hold of that black gloved hand and escape this nightmare. He shook his impatiently. She struggled to move faster, weak from the white-hot pain burning inside every inch of her body. He bent forward on the saddle, caught her hand, and pulled her up into the air as though she weighed nothing. He settled her on the saddle in front of him. Pain shot up her leg and lanced her stomach. It stole her senses, filling them until she knew nothing but the warm pulsing throb. She was vaguely aware of his arm against her back and his hand on her waist, and the wolves closing in.

He turned the horse. Nika gritted her teeth and leaned into him. Each step of the horseâ€™s gallop jostled her on the saddle. The pain was unbearable, wracking her to the depths of her bones with each movement, but the alternative made her cling to consciousness and life. The wolves growled, closer now. The horse suddenly stopped and the man lowered her to the ground. Her legs buckled beneath her. He caught her before she could collapse and held her close to his hard chest.

â€œRun!â€ he said and she hazily wondered if he was talking to her. She didnâ€™t think that she could run. The pain in her leg was too intense, blinding. The horse whinnied. Was he talking to it?

Her heart beat faster, each pulse sending stabbing needles sweeping around her body. Darkness encroached at the edges of her mind, sending her thoughts fuzzy and her body numb. The man carried her into somewhere and set her down on something soft but lumpy. The sound of wood scraping and heavy objects slamming made her open her eyes. She frowned, vaguely aware that they were in the small shack she had seen and that he was barricading the door.

A wolf howl sounded just outside.

She flinched in pain when she curled up, the wounds on her body stinging. Her left leg burned as though it was on fire. She couldnâ€™t move it. She left it lying limp in front of her. The man looked at her and then around the small hut.

â€œDo not be frightened,â€ he said, as though those four words could erase all her fear.

It crushed her chest and stole her breath. She struggled to suck in air, panic closing her throat and pain making the slightest thing too hard. Her leg was wet. She could feel the steady slide of blood down her arms. Oh God. She was going to die.

Her panic only increased when the dreadful sound of claws against wood filled the small shack. Snarls came in under the door and growls made her skin crawl. She tried to back away but the sound surrounded her, leaving her nowhere to go. The man stood at the door, his tall figure a black shadow in the low light. He didnâ€™t move. He stood sentinel with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his side.

The blade of which gleamed when he began to draw it.

The wolves scrabbled faster at the door and walls, as though they were trying to dig their way through. Nika reached out to the man, numb and petrified. He stepped towards the door and her heart slammed against her chest.

The two small windows on either side of the door exploded, showering her and the man in glass. The wolves leapt high, paws scrambling for purchase on the windowsill. They disappeared again only to attempt another go at getting into the building.

The man fully drew his sword.

She extended her hand further towards him. â€œYou canâ€™t fight. Thereâ€™s too many!â€

A terrible scream made them both jump. She had never heard such a horrifying and inhuman sound. A chill swept over her back and down her arms. The scream came again amidst a discordant symphony of growls and snarls. She closed her eyes and used the last of her strength to cover her ears, not wanting to hear the horse as it died.

Dreadful silence fell.

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Prophecy Trilogy – new covers reveal!

Posted on 8th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

I have been wanting to change the covers on my Prophecy Trilogy books for a while now but I just couldn’t findÂ a picture that worked for me for all three books, and I wanted to keep the different colours for different books in the trilogy scheme that I was using before.

Today I found the perfect picture for the books, so I set about creating new covers for the books. I’m really excited about this as I feel these covers suit the books so much more, and the characters and their love too. Yeah, I’m a sentimental fool, but I love a nice tender romantic embrace on a cover, and I think this one really speaks for the love that Prophecy and Valentine share. I hope you think so as much as I do!

Okay, so enough chatter. Here are the new covers for my Prophecy Trilogy, which also make up the first three books in the Vampires Realm series.

So, what do you all think? Do they suit the couple / books? I haven’t rolled them out yet as I’d love to get some opinions on them!

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Her Demonic Angel – Her Angel Romance Series #5

Posted on 8th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

I’ve mentioned this a few times on my Facebook but I thought it was about time that I confirmed that I will be writing another story in my best selling Her Angel romance series. If you’ve read Her Guardian Angel then you’ve already met the hero of the next novel.

Her Demonic Angel features Veiron as the hero and he’s going to have a journey that takes him to Hell and back, literally. The story will feature other cast members from the Her Angel series too, including Marcus and Amelia, Apollyon, Einar and Taylor, plus a new angel. The new angel is another exciting twist and may potentially get his own novel. I can’t wait to introduce him to you all, but for now I have to keep him under wraps. So, not only am I announcing that there will be another novel length book in the series, but that there is likely to be another novel after this one too.

I’m still debating whether Serenity, Annelie and Lukas will make an appearance in this one. In my head, those three are fairly tied up with personal stuff. Remember I mentioned in the series that Serenity and Annelie want to take the trials necessary for achieving immortality for themselves so they can live with the angels they love for longer? Well, that’s what they’re doing right this minute in my mind. Lukas promised to help Annelie and watch over her during the dangerous trials, so I think that he would be out of the picture with the other two. Maybe they’ll make an appearance, but I don’t think they’ll have a huge role to play this time.

You can find out more about the hero of Her Demonic Angel, Veiron, and get a sneak peek into what the future holds for him and what his story will be about by reading the interview I did with him for Bitten by Paranormal Romance‘s month of character interviews. The post will go up tomorrow and I’ll be sure to blog about it and mention it on my Facebook and Twitter! I’m also doing a giveaway with the post.

As for when Her Demonic Angel will be released. It will probably be summer 2012, with the final novel in the series following in summer 2013 if I decide that the angel I’m introducing in Her Demonic Angel warrants his own story.

What do you all think? Shall I write a story for him too? Are you all still in love with this series enough to want more than just one more novel?

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Vampire romance books

Posted on 7th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

It’s been a busy few weeks for me and I’ve fallen off my usual blogging schedule. I’ve been super busy writing new stories, and proofing or editing other ones. All of them are vampire romance books!

At the moment, I’m working hard towards getting the four novellas in my Vampire Erotic Theatre series completed in first draft. I have book one (Covet) and book two (Crave) completed in first draft now, and I will work on writing Seduce and Enslave once I have done the second draft of the next Vampires Realm novel, Masquerade.

I have finally proofed Heart of Darkness, which is a stand alone vampire romance novel that will be out on October 22nd in Ebook format, and hopefully out in paperback shortly afterwards. Heart of Darkness now has a blurb too so you can finally learn more about the book!

Heart of Darkness
Felicity Heaton
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…

This book will be released on October 22nd, so there’s not too long to wait for it now!

I’ve proofed Heart of Darkness and now I’m getting the formats ready for adding them to sites just before the release day and putting together the paperback cover and inside so I can get that created too.

Next on my list is Masquerade second draft, which is the tenth book in my popular Vampires Realm series. I’ve let the book sit for a while whilst I proofed Heart of Darkness and wrote Covet and Crave. Now I’m ready to get going on it. It’s all printed out on A4 paper at the moment, waiting for me to do my initial read through. Once that’s done and I’ve put all my comments and change ideas into my word document, I’ll get cracking on the second draft. It’ll probably take me a few weeks. This means that it won’t be released until early 2012. I know people are waiting for the next Vampires Realm book but it’s really important that what I give you is the best it can be and that means taking my time over it rather than rushing to get it out there. Sorry about that. It is coming though, promise. It will probably be out in January rather than December, so only a month’s delay. It’ll be worth the wait. I’m hoping to get another Vampires Realm story written soon so I can keep rolling with the series and eventually release two books a year for it. I have around another 10-15 ideas for Vampires Realm stories so there’s plenty to keep me going.

I’m going to be having a little more time between novel releases in the future. Part of it is about giving myself enough time to effectively promote each novel, but it is also about giving myself more time in general. I just need to allow a little more time with my schedule so I can keep on track with everything else being an author entails too, like blog posts, networking, promotion, etc. At the moment I’m just not allowing enough time for those things and it’s really important that I start doing that so I can continue to build my author name and reach new readers with my stories. I really have been slacking on that front recently. There’s a lot of things that I should be giving priority to that would benefit me but I just haven’t had the time. I’ve been a full time author for over six months now so I need to get my schedule sorted and working for me, and get it all back on track. As much as I would love to spend every day either writing or editing, it just isn’t possible. Everything else needs to be done too and I’m not famous enough that I have a PA to do all the other stuff for me. Lol. Besides, I really enjoy getting out there and talking about my books and sharing with you guys.

In other news, I’ve heard back from the editor at the Spanish publisher who have offered me a contract for translating the Her Angel series in Spain. I got back to them with some requests for changes to the contract the other week and it seems they’re happy to accommodate most of my requests. We’re discussing a February 2012 release date for the anthology of Her Dark Angel, Her Fallen Angel and Her Warrior Angel in Spanish (ebook and paperback) which is exciting. They’re very excited about the series and I’m hoping this can pave the way for other books being translated into Spanish, and perhaps other languages too.

Right. I’m off to do the final corrections to Heart of Darkness and then get cracking on creating the different formats for my website, Amazon, Smashwords, CreateSpace etc!

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Wallpapers – October features Hunter’s Moon

Posted on 5th October 2011 by Felicity Heaton

Do you want to see that lovely slice of sexy man back that is my cover for Hunter’s Moon whenever you’re surfing the net or working at your computer? Well, October has a treat in store for you.

My desktop wallpaper this month is Hunter’s Moon and you can download it in various sizes direct from my website. There’s also a version of each wallpaper without the calendar element so you can have them on your desktop at your leisure.

Just click on the sample image of the wallpaper below to go to my site and find the size right for you!

If you want wallpapers with or without a calendar, I have them available for my books in the Goodies section of my website. At the moment, I have ones available for: Hunter’s Moon, Love Immortal, Her Guardian Angel, Forbidden Blood, Ascension.

Yummy!