An Easter gift from me to you. :D

Happy Easter to all followers of Lucy’s Lit Lovin’ Blog! I haven’t had a book sale for a whole nine months! I’ve been so busy with writing Kissing Cassie that I sort of forgot about poor Teagan and her wonderful adventures.

I hope you’ll indulge her. I’m making Falling to Pieces FREE. Falling into You is just 99c/99p. Both are available on Amazon, on sale/free, for a limited time only. Don’t miss out!

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Amazon.com: http://goo.gl/AmQIPl

Amazon.co.uk: http://goo.gl/ZOD3f8

FIY review

Amazon.com: http://goo.gl/iltJFH

Amazon.co.uk: http://goo.gl/S1Cx5V

All links will open on a new page. I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy the books! As always, remember to leave a review!

HAPPY EASTER!

Fifty Shades of Shit?

This blog post was originally intended to be my review of Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie. It will be, but after all of the internet savaging from both sides of the fence on the subject matter, I wanted to get my point across.

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I rushed to my local picture house two days after the movie was released. I wanted to love the movie and everything about it. I think most people were worried it wouldn’t have the right mixture of story and sex.

They were right to be worried, for me there wasn’t enough of both. I was astounded at actually how much nudity there was in the film. Now, I’m all up for nakedness, but I was a little sad at how much story we missed. I think most fans thought there wouldn’t be enough sex…

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Dornan as Grey was always the wrong choice for me personally, but I’m not sure they would have ever have got it right to suit everyones tastes. FSoG fans are nothing if not precious over who played the part of Mr. Grey whilst they were reading. Dornan has made his personal views on BDSM quite clear in the media, that has spoilt my ideology on who could pull off such a part. I feel he has held back from playing the role to the fullest.

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However, the casting of Ana made the film, she was perfect. My friend pointed out that the film was almost a dark rom-com in places…I couldn’t agree more. We were both a little taken aback that the word vanilla was never used during the movie, when it played such a big part in the book.

In summary, I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either. The producers have successfully pulled off a rather shocking film adaptation…I think that was probably their goal, they’ve achieved that much. In doing so they’ve skipped out rather a lot of story, a story that I rather enjoyed. I would award it three stars for shock factor at least.

I read the books at the peak of their hype. I was a field marketing manager at the time, and I’d never seen such a phenomena. We, as a company, were contracted to place books on shelves in the correct chart position for a leading UK supermarket, keeping them topped up. During FSoG’s peak phase this was impossible, we were only contracted to do so many hours a day on that task…those hours simply weren’t enough to keep that section of shelf even half full.

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I read all three books within a week, I can’t say I was wowed by the writing, okay not even a little bit impressed. I’d have to agree with the critics and say the language was childish, some sex scenes were unrealistically written, and the dialogue a touch unoriginal and repetitive. I couldn’t stand Christian Grey for the most part of book one, but there was something that kept me hooked. Maybe it was knowing that there was more to the story than met the eye? Perhaps, it was wanting to watch Anastasia catch the uncatchable man? Whatever it was, the author did most of her job by keeping me reading.

There are hoards of people out there that hate FSoG, they will tell you every time you mention it that Christian Grey is in fact a physically and emotionally abusive, rapist. I honestly think that’s subjective. I never got the impression that Ana was being raped or abused. I think if you stepped back and read every smutty book with a strong male character and a weaker woman you could say the same for each one, it’s down to how you view it.

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To say that FSoG promotes rape and abuse is down right ludicrous. That’s like saying that I promote biting, blood drinking, sleeping around, and murder in my books. Although, I do like a nibble every now and then ;). Or, if you want to go further you could say that any works of fiction containing evil, murder, and violence are promoting the contents therein. What I read when I read FSoG is clearly very different to what others have read. I saw a girl enraptured by a man, a man who most definitely and undeniably a control freak with some different sexual tastes. I didn’t see Ana resist his pursuits, I saw a girl who wanted a man enough to go along with it all in the hope she could change him. Guess what…I see that everyday.

To me, the FSoG series promotes compromise, Ana wants a ‘normal’ relationship, Christian wants a submissive. By the end of it all they both get exactly what they want somewhere in the middle. They are both consenting adults and I’ve seen people do stranger things in the pursuit of love.

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I’m not misguided enough to believe that FSoG portrays a true reflection of a BDSM relationship. But then again, I’m also not misguided enough to believe that there are helicopter flying, twenty something, multi-millionaire CEO’s hanging around the roof tops of Seattle waiting to usher young impressionable women into rooms filled with whips and chains either. Much the same with Ana…looks like that, is a virgin, and never masturbated? Get real.

I think it’s very important to keep things in perspective. I feel like people are losing their shit over this book/film more than needed. I’ve stared domestic violence/abuse in the face, it’s a very emotive and upsetting subject. I didn’t see that within the pages of this book.

I do welcome all comments on this blog, in a structured way. I will not allow petty, nasty behaviour. An opinion and how you arrived at it would be constructive for either side of the argument.

***REVIEW*** Nothing Like the First Time by Keren Hughes

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I received a copy of the book from the author in exchange for an honest review. As always, that’s what you’re getting!

I opened this book in the hope that I would like it, I wasn’t disappointed, I loved it! The story is about two childhood sweethearts, Grey and Carly. The book is written in first person from Carly’s point of view.

Grey chose a career opportunity as a freelance photographer over the girl he loved. He left town in pursuit of his dreams, leaving Carly broken hearted from her first love, a love she’d never forget. Ten years later Grey shows back up, but everything has changed hasn’t it?

Grey made me hate him, love him, hate, love. Okay, I would have been willing to hide Carly’s body in a shallow grave in the woods and present myself to him as a willing comfort. But I think that’s a whole different book ;). He is steamy hot and it’s certainly easy to see why he’d make a woman go weak at the knees.

Saying that, Carly is a strong minded character that I could easily relate to. She’s a strong woman, with two jobs. One pays the bills, the other is her passion. She has ‘the one that got away’ syndrome for sure. I get her. I get her motives for everything she does and I’m with her all the way. I only mention the body hiding stuff because I want a piece of her boyfriend.

The pair together are explosive. I’m not ashamed to admit that Hughes had me squirming in my seat with every hot sex scene. The passion was so palpable that I felt a little voyeuristic. Her words bounced straight off the page and provided vivid imagery that flooded down to my groin!

The plot is thick and enriched with events that you never saw coming. When the events have smacked you in the face, you’ll be holding your breath until the next one. I couldn’t put it down.

The writing is seamless, it flows beautifully and carries you along on the waves of Grey’s and Carly’s story. I found Hughes’ writing style flawless and a style I could read forever. You are just there, seeing, hearing, smelling and touching everything along with the characters. Isn’t that exactly how a book is meant to be?

The book’s cover is beautiful and compliments the characters perfectly.

I would feverishly recommend this book to any lover of steamy romance. Especially someone that needs a gripping plot to go along with it.

How could I give anything but 5 FANTASTIC glasses of wine!

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About the Author

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Keren lives in the UK and is an avid bookworm; she has been since she read things like Black Beauty, What Katy Did and The Hobbit as a child. Her first real memories of reading are the summers she used to lie on her bed and re-read What Katy Did and What Katy Did Next.

Over the years she has come to realise that she is a bit OCD about books. They have to be in perfect condition without the slightest bit of damage.

She is a book reviewer and has been for the past 18 months or so.

The idea for Stolen came to her one day but she never thought she’d actually write it let alone publish it. If it wasn’t for her author friend Kira Saito, the idea would still be stuck in her head not on paper. But constant love and support from Kira is why you are now able to read Stolen.

Stolen is her first novel but now that she’s written one, she knows she needs to write more. There will be one sequel, called Freed which will be from Bodhi’s POV. This will be set a couple of years on.

She has just written her first NA Contemporary Romance called Nothing Like The First Time. It’s published by Limitless Publishing and will be available from May 20th 2014.

Links

amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Nothing-Like-First-Keren-Hughes-ebook/dp/B00KFVCSMW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401750009&sr=8-1&keywords=nothing+like+the+first+time+keren+hughes

amazon.co.uk – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Nothing-Like-First-Keren-Hughes-ebook/dp/B00KFVCSMW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1401750094&sr=1-1&keywords=nothing+like+the+first+time

RELEASE DAY – Falling into You by L.T. Kelly 15th of May 2014

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Release day of ‘Falling into You’ has finally come. I can honestly say that I hit a rocky road with this book. Well, I’m taking a chance…

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I was lucky enough not to receive a ‘bad’ review for ‘Falling to Pieces’. “Thank fudge for that,” you can hear me say. By ‘bad’ review I mean someone who down right hated every part of the book, or worse, did not finish it. Those three little letters pierce my heart, I have nightmares about seeing DNF in conjunction with my book. I received some constructive criticism of what they thought was wrong with the story, every author needs that whether they agree with the reviewer is a different story. However, I have respected the thoughts of everyone who took the time to read and review my book. Sure, I think I have a couple of one and two star ratings on Goodreads but there are no words to go with the reviews. So I’m unable to consider what they thought was wrong with it.

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Here are some of the reviews from the last blog tour:

‘This is L.T.Kelly’s Debut Novel and I have to say I’m very impressed, very impressed indeed.

It’s a well written book with a storyline I adored and one I read in one sitting.’

– Passionate About Books.

‘Just Wow! It is full of sensuality, Sexuality, mystery, and left you sitting at the edge of your seat. I just could not read this book fast enough. I have not read a paranormal romance that good in God knows how long. The chemistry between Marc and Teagan was off the wall.’

– Fictions Our Addiction.

‘They both have this pull and there chemistry is HOT.  Crazy sex with one another and I am completely smitten with Marc.  He is very Alpha but in a controlled manner.  He has a duty to his family and is very torn with his feelings for Teagan.  Did I mention that they have HOT sex?’

-M’s Sinful Reviews.

‘This book to me should be an over all 60 stars, but the most we can rate a book is 10.  Please go her fan site, blog site and twitter . Contact her find out how you can purchase this book ASAP!!!! Trust me You DON’T. Want. TO. Miss. This. Book.’

-Mousiey Book Reviews

The main thing I enjoyed about this book was that it wasn’t like every other book that features vampires and werewolves. Instead of a young naive woman falling for the new guy who turns out to be a vampire, the main female character is strong and fights for what she wants, for who she wants. The main male character, Marc is another hot book boyfriend, who you will instantly want to read more about after his introduction into the story. This book has a great storyline with likeable characters and well detailed descriptions, L.T Kelly has done an awesome job and I’m looking forward to reading more of her work.

-AKA The Book Harlot Reviews.

 ‘Falling into You’ is where I hit a kind of wall with convention and ‘the rules of romance writing’. I’m glad that I stuck to my guns. The story went where it had to go in my mind…but be warned, this story is not your conventional romance.

“Is this erotica?” One beta, M.K. Meredith asked me. My book is not what I would deem to be true erotica, my book doesn’t use the same type of words that I associate with true erotica. It’s more like romantically erotic, plus it does have a plot that is driven by much much more than pure sex alone.

I have taken a scary path of unconventional romance…but if you read the book and you can’t understand why Teagan did all the things she did, I will be surprised. I have written, what I think is a believable story. But, is that because it all happened in my head so many times? I’m not sure, and I’m tender hooks waiting to find out.

On the flip side, although the romance side of the book has left me somewhat exposed as a writer, I think that everyone thats read it hasn’t had a bad word to say about the plot itself. I’ve had nothing but praise and applaud for the twists and turns. “I just never saw that coming!” It’s made me feel so excited about the thrills and revelations that are rich within the story.

I guess what this writer is trying to say is, “If you think you feel uncomfortable as a romance reader with where the story is going, stick with it! I bet you’ll be glad you did!” (I hope.)

I really hope that you enjoy ‘Falling into You’. I *think* this will be the last paranormal work you will see from me. I’ll never say “never” because I always said I’d never write a novel….here I am two and half down, many many more to come…

 Buy links:

Amazon.co.uk: http://goo.gl/S1Cx5V

Amazon.com: http://goo.gl/iltJFH

Current Giveaways:

Rafflecopter: http://goo.gl/x881Zc

Goodreads: http://goo.gl/RsaU0I

All the ways you can connect with me or contact me are contained within this blog. Thanks for reading!

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Cover reveal day for ‘Falling into You’ by L.T. Kelly (thats me by the way).

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I woke up this morning and immediately thought, ‘Today is the day to show the world my new cover!’. Exciting stuff for me, seen as it’s been burning a hole in my hard drive for the past few weeks and I’m absolutely horrific at keeping secrets.

After I’d shared the cover a friend text me to say what a busy day ahead of them they had. I text them back ‘I’m busy being an international author. I just revealed the cover of my next book, I was wearing my PJ’s and had last nights make-up down my face. I’m now starting the housework whilst occasionally googling myself.’ 

That was a true story.

Here is the cover, I love it! It’s been in my head since the cover for ‘Falling to Pieces’ was made. Arijana from Cover it Designs! never fails to deliver what is wanted. She’s my ‘forever’ cover designer.

 

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I wrote some terrible blurb at least a hundred times. It just wouldn’t turn out right. In the end I did what any sane person would do, I contacted a friend of mine thats an editor and asked him to have a look at it. Matthew Price was my saviour when he transformed what I’d written into a beautiful back of the book blurb. Thanks so much Matthew.

Marc Romano disappeared without a trace into the darkness. His lover became overwhelmed with grief in her loss. But her grief takes on a much more murderous form than most, for Teagan Lewis is a vampire.

Now her heartache is driving her further from the woman she once was, and she realises she must snap out of her monstrous habits and discover the way back to her old self. But how?

Ending their trip around Europe, Teagan and her friend Alex head back to New York. Teagan has the full intention of carrying out a dangerous plan here; not just physically dangerous, but emotionally as well.

How will she be able to resist the irresistible? And what of the new rival, Ivan Lenin? He threatens her life and the lives of everyone she loves. The only people who can help her are her sworn enemy and an ancient stranger. Will they assist her?

How will Teagan Lewis face the demons of her past and try to find happiness? Will she stay and fight or will she run from the things she must face in order to finally be at peace? Mistakes will be made. People will die. The time has come…

 

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I had an amazing author friend of mine, Lauren Stewart, contacted me about the ‘spelling mistake’ in my blurb. I laughed so much before I cheekily told her that we were here first, and therefore it’s her that spells ‘realises’ wrong. I smiled at her reply that said the last thing she wanted to do was piss off a Brit.

I recently read the first part of Lauren’s series. ‘Hyde’ is the best book I’ve read in a long time, of course I contacted her and told her how much I loved it. If someone told me that the author of those books would be sharing my new book cover I would have laughed. She is amazing and I’m a total fangirl!

I’m also very lucky to call Rik Bertrand my dear friend. He waited until the release of my cover to share his poem ‘Falling into You’ with the world. Rik has been dubbed as the most prolific American poet of our time. I love his work so much, he touches my very soul with his words and I’m truly humbled that he has wrote a poem for each of my books. Thank you so much. I’ll never be able to convey how grateful I am.

Falling into You
By Rik Bertrand

I was falling to pieces,
Falling deep into despair,
Then the scent of him,
And I felt that love so rare.

We were bound as one,
With emotional bliss,
Then torn apart,
And now his love I miss.

Searching the world over,
With no clues in hand,
My world turns to dust,
From the loss of my man.

My whole life I searched,
For my darling prince true,
Many frogs I did kiss,
But none of them you.

Then you stand before me,
As you did in the past,
You confess your true love
And my heart warms at last.

I am falling into you,
Giving you my soul,
Giving you my love,
Relinquishing control.

I am falling into you,
Do not let me down.
Capture my essence,
So we can be bound.

©REB (MARCH 2014) based on new book to be released by L T Kelly

‘Falling into You’ is currently with my wonderful editor, Kim ‘Goddess’ Young. I’ve told her to let me know when she starts working on it so I can get drunk. She promises that she will so that I can have a drink for her. I told her that I’ll have at least two…she’s going to need it!

Thank you so much to the bloggers, tweeters and Facebooker’s who have helped reveal this cover. You are all amazing, your support brings a tear to my eye.

Please check out the links of those who I love-

Rik Bertrand’s FB page – https://www.facebook.com/RIKSWRITINGS

Lauren Stewarts FB Page – https://www.facebook.com/LaurenStewartAuthor

Pixies Book Review Blog – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pixies-Book-Review-Blog/188474151325629

Cover It Designs – https://www.facebook.com/CoverItDesigns

Kim’s Editing Services – https://www.facebook.com/KimsEditingServices2013

R.W. Foster – http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com

M.K. Meredith – http://www.mkmeredith.com

Babu’s Bookshelf – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk

Just One More Romance – http://justonemoreromance.blogspot.co.uk

The great review race!

I am running a month long giveaway. I really wanted some more reviews. Everyone knows that reviews are the lifeblood of an author and I’ve been extremely lucky to have had some awesome reviews already. Theres no beating that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you read one.

I am genuinely touched that people seem to love it. Even if they hate it…it made them feel something, right? 😉

The reason that I have set up this Rafflecopter giveaway the way that I have is to thank the people who have bought and reviewed my book already. I’m grateful for every reader that I’ve already captured, and this is just my way of saying thanks. I don’t want to be one of those authors that only rewards new readers…where would you be without ALL of your readers? Every reader deserves the same amount of attention, past or present.

I’m rewarding buyers past or present with 10 entries. I’m also giving 5 entries to anyone who has already reviewed and giving them the opportunity to spread their review across the platforms available for 5 entries per review. All of these opportunities are available to new readers too!

My book will never be FREE on any platform. I simply believe that it’s far to easy to ‘one-click’ a free book. You’re not investing any time into finding out whether that book is for you by reading the reviews or even reading the blurb. I believe that could result in not so great reviews based on the fact that the reader doesn’t like that kind of book rather than the book is ‘bad’. 

Therefore anyone that wants a FREE copy will have to e-mail me for a copy. I’m even throwing in an entry for requesting it! 

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Blurb

When Teagan Lewis moves from rural Montana to the bright lights of London with her maker Thomas, she expects to live as harmoniously as she has for the last one hundred-fifty years.

Teagan didn’t know she had a heart or soul until she met Marc Romano.

However, it quickly becomes clear that Marc is forbidden fruit. All the signs that he isn’t human were there from the beginning, but she chose to ignore them…to her peril.

Can she simply walk away from this mesmirising stranger? Or should she risk her immortality to be with the man she has fallen in love with?

Prizes

5 x signed paperbacks – ‘Falling to Pieces’.

6 x $5 Amazon Giftcards (or currency equivalent).

Thats 11 prizes worth a total of almost $80.

Some great reviews

‘This is L.T.Kelly’s Debut Novel and I have to say I’m very impressed, very impressed indeed.

It’s a well written book with a storyline I adored and one I read in one sitting.’

– Passionate About Books. 

‘Just Wow! It is full of sensuality, Sexuality, mystery, and left you sitting at the edge of your seat. I just could not read this book fast enough. I have not read a paranormal romance that good in God knows how long. The chemistry between Marc and Teagan was off the wall.’

– Fictions Our Addiction.

‘They both have this pull and there chemistry is HOT.  Crazy sex with one another and I am completely smitten with Marc.  He is very Alpha but in a controlled manner.  He has a duty to his family and is very torn with his feelings for Teagan.  Did I mention that they have HOT sex?’

-M’s Sinful Reviews. 

‘This book to me should be an over all 60 stars, but the most we can rate a book is 10.  Please go her fan site, blog site and twitter . Contact her find out how you can purchase this book ASAP!!!! Trust me You DON’T. Want. TO. Miss. This. Book.’

-Mousiey Book Reviews 

The main thing I enjoyed about this book was that it wasn’t like every other book that features vampires and werewolves. Instead of a young naive woman falling for the new guy who turns out to be a vampire, the main female character is strong and fights for what she wants, for who she wants. The main male character, Marc is another hot book boyfriend, who you will instantly want to read more about after his introduction into the story. This book has a great storyline with likeable characters and well detailed descriptions, L.T Kelly has done an awesome job and I’m looking forward to reading more of her work.

-AKA The Book Harlot Reviews.

 

 All thats left for you to do is decide if this is a book that you’d like to read? If you’d like to read ‘Falling to Pieces’ get yourself over to my page and follow the directions to get your FREE copy! Or earn yourself 10 entries by purchasing it. I’m all about choice ;). You can also use the contact section of this page.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/LT-Kelly/599426130072039?id=599426130072039&sk=app_228910107186452

 

 

‘Falling to Pieces’ Blog tour stops.

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I’m pleased to announce the dates and details of the ‘Falling to Pieces’ blog tour.
I’d also like to take this oppurtunity to thank each and every blogger for featuring me on their blog.
The tour will be running from the 16th – 31st of August 2013.
16th – Beginnings in Writing – Author interview – http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/
17th – Jake Bonsignore – Guest post – http://jakebonsignore.wordpress.com/
18th – Fiction’s Our Addiction – Review – http://fictionsouraddiction.wordpress.com/
19th – Rose & Beps Blog – Guest post –  http://rosebeps.blogspot.co.uk/
20th – Adventures in Reading – Excerpt – http://adventuresinreading16.blogspot.co.uk/
21st – M’s Sinful Reviews – Review – http://mssinfulreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
22nd – Just One More Romance Novel – Excerpt – http://justonemoreromance.blogspot.com/
23rd – She Reads New Adult – Review – http://www.shereadsnewadult.com
24th – Little Read Riding Hood – Review – http://littlereadridinghood.com/
25th – Tabby’s Tantilizing Reviews – Excerpt – http://tabbystantalizingreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
26th – Mousiey Books – Review – http://mousiey.blogspot.co.uk/?zx=6eadd5933db25ba8
27th – Beginnings in Writing – Excerpt –  http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/
28th – Babu’s Bookshelf – Author Interview – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk/
29th – The AKA Book Harlots Review – Review – https://www.facebook.com/AkaTheBookHarlotsReview
31st – My Book Opolis – Review – http://mybookopolis.com
           Babu’s Bookshelf – Review – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk/
It would be great if you followed these blogs, then you won’t miss a thing. I am writing different posts and choosing different excerpts for each blog, so no two will be the same. 🙂

Falling to Pieces – Chapter One

In celebration of reaching over 1000 likes on my Facebook page, and ‘Falling to Pieces going live on Amazon, both in paperback and Kindle editions, I’m posting Chapter One. Hope you all like it.

Chapter One 

I fought against sleep, desperately trying to force my eyelids open. The crate I was inside jolted on a hard surface. I caught the words of apologies from the handlers before falling back into unconsciousness for a moment.

The crate was back on the move, disturbing me once again. I wanted to slam my fists on the wood at tell them I’d walk myself, but I kept falling back to sleep before I got the chance.

My bare feet pressed hard against the silk lining as the box tilted at an angle. On the outside it appeared to be an ordinary wooden cargo container, not unlike one you’d see if you shipped a large amount of wine over from foreign shores. The inside was a different story altogether, having been padded and lined with the finest Chinese silk.

The journey had been nothing but a pain in the ass, or arse, as I should say now that we’re in England. I hated with a passion being cooped up.

I recognised the clunk of metal connecting with the wood, gently easing the nails out to reveal my resting place. The highly paid handlers quickly moved to take me out of the box. They gingerly lifted me out before placing me on the bed. My eyes flickered open for a moment with the sensation of being lifted. I wanted to struggle against them and climb into the bed by myself, but the energy needed wasn’t available with the sun still in the sky. I settled into a deep undisturbed sleep as the men left my bedroom.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for the sun to set. I woke with a start, unsettled by my unfamiliar surroundings.

Flopping back down on the Egyptian cotton sheet, I wrinkled my nose at the memory of voluntarily climbing into the large wooden crate. Everything I needed I’d had with me, but there’s nothing pleasant about being nailed into a crate for any amount of time, regardless of the decor.

I squeezed my eyes shut, grimacing at the recollection of my father’s harsh tone. He’s not exactly my father in the traditional sense, but it’s an appropriate name for him because he made me into what I am today.

“Now, Teagan, you must remember not to fidget,” he chastised me with a stony expression etched on his face.

I’d considered telling him to go fuck himself. I didn’t want to leave America, but the electric pull of his possession forced me to follow wherever he chose to go. That was simply the way things were. The desire to be with my maker was too strong to ignore.

Like a good little fledgling, I’d smiled sweetly at him instead.

“Yes, father. You have told me many times of the importance of not moving around. I do remember the first time. Did I let you down then?”

The first time we’d travelled thousands of miles, the Wright brothers hadn’t even been born, let alone invented the airplane.

I remembered Thomas, my maker and saviour giving me the same instructions in 1853 when we’d boarded the ship named Washington, bound for New York.

Back then, I’d hung on to his every word like a little puppy.

Thomas had stroked my cheek with his cold fingers. His dark blue eyes were bright and glossy, gazing into mine with heart-warming sincerity.

“Listen to me my dear child,” his voice sounded so soft, almost a whisper. I raised my face closer to his.

“You must remember to keep as still as possible. If we are discovered in the crates we’ll be considered stowaways. There will be no way for us to hide from the sun.”

I’d nodded my understanding, completely at his command. I was so new at being a vampire that I shined and sparkled like a new pin to adorn him with a trophy child and a pet project.

Sweetly, he’d waited outside of my crate whilst I’d lowered myself down with my face turned up to his and my eyes wide with fear. Thomas had lowered his smiling lips to my pale cheek after I’d lain down.

“You will be safe now, my love,” he’d said.

I understood why we had to go. It was impossible to stay in Ireland now. My family thought me dead and it was best for everyone that they continued to believe that.

He straightened himself back up and turned to his servants, his expression changing to a business like quality, all gentleness vanishing.

“Seal her crate,” he barked at the highly paid men that were escorting us. The lid was nailed shut.

I slept for the majority of the first few days before one of Thomas’ servants released us. We were well into the trip by then and I’d run out of the supplies that had been placed in the crate with me. It took all the will I had to stop myself from draining the servant dry.

For six weeks, the servants would let us out of the crates to feed on the unsuspecting crew and passengers.

When the ship docked in New York, they were around one hundred passengers lighter. Of course, not every death could be attributed to Thomas and me. Some had been taken by disease or pure misfortune. If it had been nowadays, they wouldn’t have died from our feeding at all. The lack of food and nutrition onboard had made the humans weak, too weak to sustain blood loss.

I slipped off my bed, bringing myself back to reality, and walked into the bathroom, flipping the light on more out of habit than necessity. My vision was perfect in the darkness, after taking a moment to adjust anyway.

I inspected myself in the mirror whilst removing the clothes I’d been wearing for days, discarding them on the floor. I’ve got ginger hair. Ok, maybe not ginger, I’m somewhere in between red and blonde. It irritates the hell outta’ me.

If my hair colour was red or blonde I suspect I’d be a bit happier. I’ve bleached and dyed it before, only to wake up the next night and find the mane is back to normal, stuck in purgatory between the two colours and ramrod straight. I even shaved my head once, the whole damn lot, but I woke to find the tresses had re-grown back down to my waist.

At least my transition couldn’t affect the pallor of my skin. I’ve always been pale with freckles scattered about most of my body. A consequence of being Irish I figured.

As a human, my oval shaped eyes were a dark blue, but since the change they’ve become cyan speckled with flecks of violet, as if my body couldn’t decide what it wanted.

“For goodness sake, Teagan!” Thomas bellowed from the doorway of my bathroom.

I continued my gaze into the mirror.

“What alarms you about clothes?” Thomas asked.

I viewed him out the corner of my eye—he’d turned to face away from my exposed body.

“Well, Thomas, this is my bathroom and my bedroom. Are you afraid of knocking?”

I selected the mascara from the contents of the bag next to the sink. I unscrewed the lid and began applying the gloopy black substance to my eyelashes whilst trying to act as if he’d gone.

“Well, I didn’t want you to become—over hungry.”

I stomped past him, making no attempt to cover up my nakedness, back into my large bedroom.

“Fear not, father. I’m going out now.”

“By yourself?” His voice was high-pitched with incredulity. “You won’t have any idea of where to go. We’re not in Montana now, Teagan. You don’t know London.”

I rolled my eyes in another direction, unwilling to look at him. I pretended to inspect the crimson pattern on the feature wall as I pulled on some jeans, not bothering with underwear, I was too hungry to mess around. I’d selected the décor for my room while we were still in Montana, and I was happy to see the decorators had pulled off my vision to perfection.

“I’m well aware of where we are, thank you very much, father. You know I prefer to feed by myself, without any of your corrections.” I snatched up the green silk shirt, the material slithered over my skin sending the nerve endings to alert. I was a little excited at the thought of tasting new blood, English blood.

“I’m sorry, Teagan. Of course, I forgot, you can’t take constructive criticism. I only endeavour to help you improve yourself,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm and his eyes narrowed with severity.

Thomas’ Italian leather shoes spun on the thick red pile carpet as his slim figure, a blur, flashed out the walnut door after swinging the heavy wood back hard on the hinges.

I raised an eyebrow as “dick-head,” escaped my mouth without consideration.

I slumped down on the California king bed. Actually, I had been behaving like a sulky teenager. Thomas had given me everything anyone could ever wish for. He’d saved me from a sad existence. There were some things in my human life that I felt I’d missed out on because I had to leave. It caused me pain to even think about those things, and I never talked about them. But I knew that everything he did and continues to do, he does for me.

The move to London had annoyed me. I had no idea why we’d come here, and I’d never been offered an explanation of any kind.

Our lives in Montana were remote and lonely. It wasn’t as if I had left anything that I loved behind. I should have been grateful for the streams of people and the bright lights of the city.

Huffing at my own behaviour, I slipped my feet into green ballet style shoes. I filled my nostrils with air as I stepped out into the hallway, trying to sniff Thomas out. The house was huge, so it took me a while to trace him to the drawing room.

I hovered by the door while he pretended not to realise I was there. His eyes remained firmly on the book he was clutching with white knuckles. He sat in a salmon coloured winged back chair next to the intricate stone fireplace with pinched lips and a stiff posture.

“Father,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

“What?” he snapped, not bothering to grant me a glance.

“I’m so sorry for my behaviour. You’re right. I’m acting like an adolescent. Can you forgive me? We could start afresh.”

“You know I will,” he said, his eyes meeting mine finally as he softened his expression. “Can you forgive me for bringing you to London?”

“It’s not so bad.” I smiled while waving my hand around the plush room. “Any chance we discuss our new beginning later? I’m so hungry.”

He shook himself, as if he had forgotten that I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Of course, my love. I suggest you go to Hyde Park. It’s a few minutes walk, if you head south you can’t miss it. I shouldn’t think you’d encounter any problems.”

I nodded letting my smile reach my eyes.

I threw the front door open after descending the stairs. The air, still quite warm and doused with pollution, served as another reminder I no longer lived in a countryside location.

Skipping down the front steps I took in the scene on the street. The houses around me glowed thanks to the streetlights lining the pavement. All of the houses resembled the one I lived in, painted a clean, creamy ivory colour. The doors and railings wrapping around them were painted black in stark contrast. They were rowed neatly with bevelled triangular carvings in them, tall, proud and narrow structures.

I couldn’t believe the cleanliness of the streets. I’d always imagined London would be dirty for some reason.

As directed by Thomas, I reached the edge of the park within a few minutes and took a path lined with globular street lamps casting a white pearly light.

Spotting a bank of trees, I walked over to them pressing the length of my body against the bark and laying my cheek against the roughness. I closed my eyes and breathed in the earthy goodness. I’d already been missing the countryside, just in that short walk.

The traffic noises from a nearby road drowned out my thoughts, so I concentrated on blocking them all out. My brain finally cut out the background noise. The lapping water of the river running parallel to the park and the wind rattling the soft leaves and grass soothed me. It made me feel at one with the nature surrounding me despite being in the middle of the city.

My eyes snapped open as I became aware of the vibration of footsteps, too clunky and unrefined to be an animal.

As the human came closer, I could hear their ragged breath and a heartbeat pumping the delicious blood through their veins.

My eyes found him—a stout man, short, fat and bald. His suit was grey and crumpled. His whitecollar hung open, the tie swung with his movements having been loosened off, leaving his fleshy neck exposed.

He started to pass where I stood, and in a blurry flash I snatched his large body and extended my fangs. I forced him against the tree as my newly revealed teeth stabbed into his neck. My mouth filled with sweet, rich, sticky liquid, tinged with the taste of alcohol.

He groaned for a second before the venom provided anaesthetic relief.

I wrapped my arms around his huge waist and shifted his body gently down to the grass so I was kneeling beside him. I pulled my teeth out of his neck whilst placing my hand over his mouth.

The man’s eyes flew wide open for a split second before the make-up of the venom had a chance to convert in his blood stream. When he flinched, that told me the process had completed. The poison from my fangs had wiped his memory of my attack forever. I moved my hand from his mouth to his cheek so fast any human would fail to notice.

“Are you ok, Mister?” I asked him frowning.

“Whoa—what happened?”

“A cyclist knocked you flying and you fell unconscious for a moment or two.”

“A cyclist knocked me over?” he echoed in an uncertain tone, swallowing hard. “I feel a bit dizzy.”

“Well, you’ve had a shock. Here, let me help you up.” I rose with grace from my place beside him and extended my hand. I didn’t want to draw this out for longer than I had to. I was eager to explore the city.

He grasped my hand with no consideration for our weight difference, probably a good thing because I didn’t want him to take notice of my considerable strength.

I began brushing him down trying to stifle a giggle, my actions reminding me of a mother inspecting her child before sending him off to school.

“I’d go home if I were you, see how you are in the morning,” I advised. He nodded, blinking rapidly and glancing around.

“Um, thanks,” he said before sluggishly ambling away.

I walked a few metres to sit down on a wooden bench. I wanted to bask in the warmth of being full and satisfied. My head dropped back and rested on the backrest. My eyes were half open as a smile curled the edges of my lips.

Without warning my whole body jerked, every muscle became tense. I realised instinct had positioned me on the pathway in a crouch, ready to pounce.

I swished back into the tree line where I’d come from, my blue and purple irises alert, ready for what created the magnificent aroma that I was breathing in deeply.

What is that?’ I’d never smelled anything like it before. It was indescribable because it was so many things. Open lilies, baking bread, freshly cut grass, all intertwined to create something wonderful.

I focussed my attention back on the path, honing my vision on the delectable source of the scent.

The aroma came from a man walking purposefully through the park.

How could a human smell so divine? He certainty appeared to be just a human, but then I supposed I did, too. His shoes tapped across the walkway. Though, to me, each gentle footstep seemed to magnify into great big booms. My attention belonged solely to him.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows knitting together creasing his perfect olive skin.

My nails dug into the bark, exposing the flesh of the tree.

He snorted in the scented air just as I had been, like a cocaine addict simply unable to stop filling his nose. He glanced around before he continued his liquid movements down the path past the tree that I clung to for support.

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Bare Assets by M.L. Stephens – Cover reveal.

I’m so pleased to be able to reveal a wonderful authors cover. This is ‘Bare Assets’ by M.L. Stephens.

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Isn’t it beautiful! I’m drooling…

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Bare Assets

by M. L. Stephens

Release date: 8-05-2013

Book Blurb

 

With nothing but shattered dreams and a busted heart to fuel the way, Angela Fletcher drove out of Arkansas and never looked back.

Six years later, the new and improved version of the girl she used to be, steered clear of romance, love and late night promises. The only pillow talk Angela engaged in these days, was making sure the person on the other pillow knew to lose her number as soon as he left the bed. She only had room for one love in her life and that was Bare Assets, the gentleman’s club she poured her heart and soul into.

Dean Murray was the devil in disguise and had left behind enough broken hearted women to populate a small country. Angela would know. She was an expert markswoman who was skillfully self-trained at shooting down the good, the bad and the ugly of all masculine targets. After all, as the owner of the most successful strip club in Dallas, Texas, it was her business to know men.

Just as she begins to fall for Dean’s silky words and passionate ways, her past and present unexpectedly collide and a meticulously planned future turns into unpredictable chaos. Is the smooth talking, denim wearing devil responsible for the chaos? Or have the secrets she left buried in Arkansas, coming back to haunt her?

 

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