Friday, June 3, 2011

Blood Like Poison: Destined for a Vampire

It's here, it's here, it's here!  Today is the official release date of the second book in the Blood Like Poison series.  YAY!!

Ridley Heller thought that all her problems would be over if she could have Bo back—back from the dead.  But what Ridley didn’t know was that her wish would come at a price. 

Bo survived a condition that would have killed a lesser vampire, or any vampire for that matter.  The only reason he didn’t die is because of who he is, someone Ridley doesn’t know at all.  Someone Bo himself doesn’t know at all.

As Ridley gets closer to finding out Bo’s true identity, she discovers that loving him could also come at a price, a price much higher than she ever could have imagined.  The question is:  is there any such thing as a price too high to pay for Bo?  For his love, for his safety, for eternity in his arms?

For those who would like a little taste, there's an excerpt at the bottom of this page.

This book is available for purchase at Amazon, SmashwordsBarnes & Noble and Apple.

THANKS to everyone who has supported this series, shown so much enthusiasm and given it some love on Amazon:)  I'm so grateful!  You rock:)

TGIF, y'all! No better way to kick off the weekend than with a great book (hint hint, this one!)


    I was skirting the writhing mob of dancers when I felt a familiar tug in my belly.  I stopped in my tracks and looked around.  Immediately, my heart sped up, banging like a drum, keeping time with the erratic expansion of my lungs as I grew more and more breathless.

     I searched the faces for the one that occupied far too many of my thoughts, but I didn’t see him.  I could’ve almost convinced myself that I’d been mistaken, but the magnetism that I felt intensified with every breath, assuring me that it was no mistake.  Those invisible strings were pulling me, no dragging me into the middle of the crowd, where bodies were crushed together so tightly they moved as if they were one.

     Weaving my way through perfumed and cologned figures, I felt like I was getting lost in the fray when I saw a tall, darkly cloaked figure watching me through a break in the mob.

     He was dressed as Dracula.  His robe was ebony satin with a blood red lining and the hood that covered his head shadowed all but his mouth.  My breath hitched in my throat and burned in my lungs.  My pulse thumped wildly and my skin tingled in response to a presence that I couldn’t forget.  It was Bo.  Beneath the hood that concealed most of his face and the cloak that concealed most of his body, I knew it was him.  I’d know him anywhere.  I’d love him always.
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