Happy Christmas to all my readers, it's a special day today, so I'm posting an outline of my brand new paranormal romance "Sacred Desires" which will be coming out sometime in January, Enjoy!
Sacred Desires (Samuel #1)
I finally found a man that loves me.
That’s why I poisoned my last two husbands, so I could be free.
Minutes pass by, I’m so close, so near to having my happy ever after.
But then Dimitrious shows up, the death, the devil, the angel from hell. He is here for me, telling me that it’s time to pay for my sins.
He has found me and he is taking me back to hell.
Then, when I’m just about to die I make him a deal ... and ... he hesitates. It looks like I’m the first one offering to give myself away to him.
In exchange for my life I have to work for Dimitrious, seduce fallen angels that are walking on earth, so he can get them back to hell.
It’s either that or hell, so I agree.
In theory it shouldn’t be difficult, but I’m selfish. I care little for anybody. This emotional world that I agreed to enter is raw, but for the first time in my life, it feels real.
Friday 26 December 2014
Monday 15 December 2014
Quarter to the Witching Hour is live!
I'm pleased to announce that Quarter to the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #4) is now live on amazon and other retailers.
Blow are the links:
During one cold evening Julia arrives to Kate’s home to set things straight with her after their uncomfortable argument from weeks ago. Unfortunately she steps straight into the middle of a deadly ritual, finding Kate unconscious and without a soul.
Things go from bad to worse, when a few days later, her own father falls victim of the same curse while investigating a new case on the streets of London.
In order to keep Kate and her father alive, Julia needs to find a white witch. A paranormal healer who can mend any living soul and heal any diseases. White witches are hiding away from civilization because of their desired gifts and it’s almost impossible to track them down.
The police aren’t doing anything to help and time is running out, Julia takes matters into her own hands. Putting her love life aside, and with Jasper’s help, she reaches out for the most dangerous criminal in London, Gordon Lancaster, a half troll half vampire, who forces her to use her magic to hurt others for information that she desperately needs.
But this is only the beginning ….
Friday 19 September 2014
"All About Me" has gone live early!
Yes, my dear readers. My newest book "All About Me" the follow up to "All About Me" is now live and ready to purchase!
Here are the links:
Kobo coming soon
Please spread the word.
Sunday 10 August 2014
All About Me - Cover reveal
I'm really pleased to present the cover for "All About Me." Unfortunately at the moment book is set to be released on the 28th of September. I don't know how long the editing will take, but I'm planning to publish it as soon as it's done, hopefully before the 28th of Sep.
In the meantime you can enter the giveaway to win ARC here
Below is the outline:
I’m the monster, a bloody human incapable of emotion
I soon realise that my revenge didn’t make me feel any fucking better about myself, instead it pissed me off to realise that I’m in love with her.
Two days later the letter addressed to me arrives in the post and the ground moves beneath my feet, because the whole truth about India is out in the open and the pain punches me so hard that I can’t breathe, darkness crawls through me, sparking all the insecurities and fears about my dead brother back to ugly reality.
Then off I go with my apology, trying to fix this fucked up situation but she doesn’t want to listen. Every time I do something the guilt is burning my gut, pushing her further and further away from me.
She even goes an extra mile making me feel like a prick and she gets involved with someone else just to get back at me. She pretends that the event in the restaurant didn’t mean anything to her, like she is immune to my actions.
India’s pain is raw, deep and whenever I lay my eyes on her I remember the cruel things I’ve done.
The next couple of months I focus on getting her back. This is the only thing that matters to me now. I must redeem myself; forget about anger, other birds and parties.
India is the only person that I want, I love her and only her but the problem is that she hates my guts, so I’m the last person that she wants.
I must prove to India that I’m worthy of her love.
I soon realise that my revenge didn’t make me feel any fucking better about myself, instead it pissed me off to realise that I’m in love with her.
Two days later the letter addressed to me arrives in the post and the ground moves beneath my feet, because the whole truth about India is out in the open and the pain punches me so hard that I can’t breathe, darkness crawls through me, sparking all the insecurities and fears about my dead brother back to ugly reality.
Then off I go with my apology, trying to fix this fucked up situation but she doesn’t want to listen. Every time I do something the guilt is burning my gut, pushing her further and further away from me.
She even goes an extra mile making me feel like a prick and she gets involved with someone else just to get back at me. She pretends that the event in the restaurant didn’t mean anything to her, like she is immune to my actions.
India’s pain is raw, deep and whenever I lay my eyes on her I remember the cruel things I’ve done.
The next couple of months I focus on getting her back. This is the only thing that matters to me now. I must redeem myself; forget about anger, other birds and parties.
India is the only person that I want, I love her and only her but the problem is that she hates my guts, so I’m the last person that she wants.
I must prove to India that I’m worthy of her love.
Saturday 26 July 2014
Giveaway "All about me"
Blog Tour starts today!
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July 26- Reading Addiction Blog Tours - Kick Off
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August 3 - LJ's Secret Addiction - Review
August 5 - Words I Write Crazy - Review
August 6 - Read It Write - Excerpt
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August 8 - Painful Reads - Review
August 11 - Books Unhinged - Review
August 13 - Cajun Book Lover - Excerpt
August 15 - Crawling Over The Pages - Review
August 18 - Book Sniffer Books - Review
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Thursday 10 July 2014
Paranormal Personnel Box set is now available.
Box set includes:
£6.19 per Witching Hour (book 1)
Past the Witching hour (book 2
Half Past the Witching Hour (book 3)
Friday 4 July 2014
Half Past the Witching Hour is LIVE!
It's release day for Half Past the Witching Hour and the book is now available for purchase on amazon and other retailers. Please help me spread the word. Below are links to:
I would be very grateful if anyone who already read it could leave a short review.
Thank you!
Wednesday 4 June 2014
"Half Past the Witching Hour" (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3) - teaser
Apology for any errors, this is unedited version.
Chapter one
No one could get into my apartment; how is this even possible?
After the series of life threatening events that turned my world upside down I was back to my usual routine. I stopped worrying about fiery onsets of my magical powers that kept happening to me, I had a new boyfriend, and was finally over my enigmatic ex. I believed that my life was getting back on track and I was in control again. I met Quentin during an art exhibition in the local gallery. I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on around me that day and I walked in to him, nearly making an absolute fool of myself and falling down on my arse. Fortunately for me, he caught me before I hit the floor, saving me from another public humiliation.
It was only a month or so since we’d been seeing each other, but I felt good. I stopped walking like a zombie and pretended that I never had any mental breakdown. It was a slow progress, but I made it. It took me a long six months to show my face in public again.
Yeah, I was stupid enough to fall in love with a guy who was emotionally unavailable, and I was even stupider to let him smash my heart with a hammer. I didn’t understand why I was such a masochist. I should have figured out right from the beginning that Nathaniel wasn’t planning to commit. I tried to understand why he’d put me through this nightmare, but I could’t find a sliver lining, even months after the breakup.
‘What would you like to do tonight?’ Quentin asked, folding the paper together that he’d been reading for the past five minutes. I looked at him and smiled, thinking that at least I could plan a bright future with him. He cared about me.
That half vampire, that pretentious cocky bastard ripped my heart out of my chest and ate it raw for dinner. He turned me into an emotional wreck and I hated him for that, but now we were done and none of that mattered.
Someday you’ll get over him, I thought.
Right now I didn’t want to think about Nathaniel, because I had Quentin and he was crazy about me.
‘Should we watch a movie?’ I asked.
‘Yes, a movie it is then—action packed thriller or romantic comedy?’
‘Hate romances, let’s go for a thriller,’ I said, laughing.
Quentin was full-blooded giant, originally from South Africa. He moved to the UK a couple of years ago. He was an art dealer and he’d always wanted to be settled in a country with a rich history where he could find enough treasures for his collection. He arrived at the gallery in search of a rare painting that just came on the market, and somehow we clicked straightaway. When it came to Quentin, I didn’t have to worry about any games or expectations. He asked me out the next day. He didn’t hide the fact that he was into me. When I was around him, my magic stayed calm, and I felt like I could trust someone again. Quentin was a decent guy who wanted to settle down. We were both on the same page.
‘Cinema it is then. I’ll book the table in our usual restaurant,’ he said and got up to make the phone call. He was tall, over six foot seven, which was a typical characteristic for giants. He had soft brown hair and incredible deep ocean-blue eyes, exactly like mine. Although we had completely different lifestyles, we were in the process of making this work for both of us. Quentin travelled a lot, since he tried to get to most auctions in London. He often had to attend old school parties as well as the auctions, where we both had a chance to interact with interesting and famous paranormals. I was slowly walking away from the gloom.
Nathaniel was in the past and Quentin had no idea that we had dated. He knew bits and bobs from my life and he didn’t push me to reveal more. It was easier this way, to avoid conversation about the past.
I went to the kitchen to clean up the mess from lunch while Quentin was sorting our reservation. He was a regular guest in my apartment now. His own house was located on the other side of London and he understood that it was easier for me to get to work from Croydon rather than Watford.
I started putting all the plates from lunch into the dishwasher. My job had been hectic this week and I’d been working constantly since Christmas break, so I always had piles of dishes everywhere. The exhaustion was slowly taking over, but Quentin was planning a surprise holiday for both of us. I was looking forward to that.
Just then my excess magic rose, and there was a buzz of energy around me as I reached for a plate. I felt dizzy for a moment. Sweat gathered on my forehead and back. Slow pulsations started moving through my stomach. My breath became heavier. I looked at my hands and felt like I was falling and falling until my vision went black.
***
I brushed the hair away from my face and blinked a few times, looking at the ceiling. It was dark outside and I didn’t remember going to bed that early. There was a metallic taste in my mouth and the air was heavy, thick, and thrumming with power that seemed foreign to me. Memories from the night before began piling up in front of my eyes fast. My back hurt and my bed seemed harder than it was normally.
I got up and I realised that I wasn’t in my own bed but on the cold kitchen floor, still dressed in the same clothes from last night. The usual annoying pulsation in my body wasn’t there anymore, the excess magic was gone, and I felt like I had a really long uncomfortable nap. When I noticed a body next to me I screamed, quickly realising that it was Quentin, who lay unconscious and pale by the cooker. I could smell the stirring magic that hovered around him, but my own energy was silent.
‘Quentin, hey honey, wake up,’ I said, trying to shake him. I checked his pulse, panicking and shivering. I sighed with relief when I discovered that he was still alive. I didn’t remember what I was doing a moment before I passed out, and I didn’t like the absence of my constantly swirling power. My mind was completely blank. Fear crept over me, clouding all my senses. I looked around my kitchen for any signs of struggle, but everything was as I left it last night. Nothing was missing or seemed out of order. But panic hurled through me when I glanced at the watch. It was four o’clock in the morning, which meant that I lost eight hours of my life.
Quentin was unresponsive, so I dialled Dad’s number and then I called for an ambulance.
I sat down on the floor, thinking intensely about everything I had done before I went to the kitchen. Some of my plates were in the dishwasher, and I remembered thinking about the cinema. We were planning to go out for a dinner. Minutes passed, but I couldn’t the fill eight-hour gap in my mind with any memories.
I stayed in the same position until I heard the ambulance outside. My father arrived first, straight after him was the Paranormal Elf service. Dad looked utterly composed but focused when he walked through the door. My father works for Paranormal Unit. He deals with all the supernatural cases, so he was in the office when I called, and I was glad that I didn’t have to drag him out of bed that early in the morning.
‘Julia, what the hell happened here?’ he demanded, scanning the scene with his elf eyes, which flicked with alertness. I sensed his bad mood, so I judged that this wasn’t going to be easy.
‘I have no idea. I remember standing in the kitchen putting plates away and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor and Quentin is lying next to me. He looks like he was charmed. He has a pulse, but he isn’t waking up.’
A tall healer witch was already examining Quentin with her magic wand. For about two minutes no one said anything as she ran her hands over his stomach, muttering words to herself.
‘He was hit with a strong spell. We have to take him to the hospital,’ she announced, looking around, then resting her eyes at me.
No one could get into my apartment; how is this even possible?
‘Quentin? Who is that giant, Julia, and what is he doing here?’ asked Dad. His mood shifted into irritation. I hadn’t told him yet that I started dating, so this whole situation was more than awkward.
I had planned to introduce Quentin to Mum and Dad officially in the next couple of weeks during Sunday dinner. Now I had to come up with reasonable explanation quickly, in front of all these strangers that were looking at me, waiting for an answer. My love life was messed up, so I understood my Dad’s frustration.
‘We have been dating for a few weeks now. His name is Quentin, as you know,’ I mumbled, ditching up the lies.
‘A giant? For Christ sakes, Julia, I thought that you would stick to our breed after you dated that vampire.’
The healer and some of Dad’s subordinates were looking when Dad said these words that plunged an icebreaker straight through my heart. Grief came back, washing over me again, but somehow I managed to keep up my unmoved expression. In the past few months I’d made progress, but within a moment Dad dug up all the warmth out of my heart and threw it into my face. That was classy.
‘My love life isn’t important right now. I lost eight hours of my life and Quentin is unconscious and I have no idea what’s happened.’
Dad scratched his head and exhaled sharply glancing around my place, like he thought the answer was somewhere in my apartment.
‘Someone must have sneaked in here and used magic, unless that giant attacked you and you’re covering for him,’ he suggested, narrowing his eyes as if to say after my history with men I was desperate enough to do anything for attention.
‘No, Dad, he didn’t attack me,’ I said, through gritted teeth. ‘No one could have come in here. This just doesn’t make any sense.’
I couldn’t believe that Dad could have been so judgmental, but I let that comment go, for now.
When I was emotional, my magic normally whipped through me, prickling my skin, tensing my muscles. Right then I felt empty, like I just had the most intensive training session with Grandma or a mind-blowing orgasm (which was impossible, because Nathaniel wasn’t in my life anymore). ‘There is no time for speculation. We need to get to the hospital with Quentin. He might be seriously hurt.’
‘Stop worrying about your ‘boyfriend,’ he looks fine to me. I’ll get Dannika to check for some clues around here here,’ Dad muttered, hovering over my apartment, probably searching for the faint scent of magic.
I bit my lips, feeling restless. There was no sign of anyone breaking in, and there was no sign of magic, although Dad was adamant about checking every room. The explanation was in my memory, but that was lost for now.
My stomach was in knots when we arrived at the ER. I knew that Dad wanted to ask a million questions about Quentin, but I couldn’t talk to him about this when Quentin was still unconscious. We’d just started dating and now he was spellbound without any reasonable explanation. Dad took off once we arrived. He took a call and then muttered that he had another case. Secretly I was relieved. He obviously didn’t think that Quentin was seriously hurt.
I managed to get some information about Quentin’s condition when I reached the paranormal ward. I had no idea who else I should call. I knew that Quentin didn’t have any family in London, but I couldn’t be sure.
‘Mr. Van Rooyen had been spellbound with very specific magic. He should wake up in an hour or so, but he won’t recover all his abilities straight away,’ explained the short fairy healer. I blinked rapidly trying to digest what she said.
‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think that I understand.’
‘Most giants have incredible physical power, but Mr. Van Rooyen has lost some of that. It seemed as something or someone took some of that strength away,’ explained the healer. I paced around him, wondering if this whole situation could get any more complicated.
From what the healer was telling me, I could have assumed that someone or something broke to my apartment, knocked me out, and spellbound Quentin.
‘He will recover, and his abilities might come back, but it’s difficult to say when. We will monitor him until he wakes up,’ added the healer. I thanked her and went back to Quentin’s room. Maybe Dad would find out what exactly happened, but I couldn’t count on his fair judgment. I was more confused than anything. Waking up on the kitchen floor, empty, drained of my own power, well, this surely wasn’t a good portent of creating a future together.
A few hours after he woke up, Quentin wasn’t too concerned about the loss of his abilities, but he was anxious to get back to his business. The healers refused to discharge him, so in the end he asked me to check on his pet Gomez. The animal had been alone in the house since yesterday and needed to be fed. I wasn’t too keen on this idea, but I agreed for Quentin’s sake.
I had a strange feeling in my gut that my own magic had something to do with this mess. But the theory that I could hurt myself sounded absurd. I automatically thought about Jasper. He was still convinced that we were destined to be together. Maybe he wanted to see me, so he sneaked in and charmed Quentin and me in a rage of jealousy. Since I’d gotten involved with a wizard who killed people for fun, then a Dhampir who could have anything that he wanted, I had to consider every possibility. Strange and unexplained things kept happening to me and that list was getting longer.
After I left hospital I had to get to the other side of London to take care of the most sexist and rude raccoon that I ever met. My day was just getting better and better.
I really know how to set the standards, don’t I?
By the time I got to Watford it was nearly seven in the morning and I had to be at work in two hours. Quentin lived in one of those two-story town houses in a decent area. The distance between my work and his home wasn’t the only reason that I didn’t want to stay in his apartment. My boyfriend (whom I considered being in a committed relationship) had a pet. And it wasn’t just a normal pet. Gomez was a talking raccoon. Quentin had rescued him from a witch who wanted to slash his throat. She’d charmed Gomez, so he could talk, but then she was planning to use him for some kind of magical experiment.
‘Hey, sexy arse, what are you doing here? Where is Quini?’
Saturday 31 May 2014
Friday 30 May 2014
Update:
I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still waiting to hear back from my editor about the "Half Past the Witching Hour." As soon as I get the first round of edits back I’ll post a few teasers. After that the book has to go back for two more rounds, so I don’t think it will be published on the 10th. I don’t want to set the new date yet, but I’m hoping that it won’t be much longer. This time around I want to make sure that I put the best edited work that I can out there, so apology for all the delays.
Also I’m in the process of writing “All about me” and I’m around 30k through. I’m slightly off schedule but see if I can catch up in the next few weeks.
Tuesday 13 May 2014
"Half Past the Witching Hour"
And here it is, a brand new cover of Half Past the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3)
The manuscript is currently with my editor, so I'm hoping to get it out there in the beginning of June.
First book in this series "£6.19 per Witching Hour is" is FREE on amazon and other major retailers, so grab it before it will go back to normal price.
Below you can read the blurb:
After months of anguish and pain Julia’s life is finally getting back on track. She is seeing a handsome giant, an art dealer named Quentin, the agency is getting a lot of business and she is finally over her ex.
All of the sudden her peaceful life shifts, when she blacks out and wakes up several hours later with blood on her hands and with no recollection of what’s happened to her. But life must go on and Julia carries on with her morning, stressed and worried about the future. When she arrives at La Caz Corporation, she stumbles upon a dead body, her ex- co worker Jennifer Griffiths. She starts seeing visions of herself wandering around streets with a knife, the same knife her ex-co worker has been murdered with.
Sadly this is just the beginning of her problems as more petrifying visions keep haunting her thoughts. She begins seeing her mother dying in the fire, screaming for help, and when a new enigmatic elderly elf shows up with an offer that she can’t turn down, nothing seems to be making sense anymore.
She knows for sure that she has to do everything in her power to prevent her visions from happening, which means that she has to start taking some magic lessons and learn to put her trust in strangers.
She gets pulled into the most dangerous game of desire, death and magic. She has to fight her beliefs, understand herself and face the internal struggle of what’s wrong and what’s right. It’s going to be tough but Julia has no choice other than to pull through.
Tuesday 15 April 2014
"All about you"
I just wanted to clarify something. I have been getting a few messages from readers concerning “All about you part 2”. When I started writing ‘All about you’ series, I published it in instalments. After part 2 was released I decided to merge all parts together into one book. Currently part 1 which is around 70 pages long is available free on amazon and other retailers, so people can try the first part to see if they will like the rest. If you looking for a part 2 then this isn’t available, but anyone who would like to follow up on part one, can purchase the whole book All about you (Love & Hate series #1) on amazon and other retailers. Apology for the confusion, but I know that people hate reading short chunks of the story.
All about me (Love & Hate series #2) hasn’t been written yet. I will start on the follow up as soon as I’ve done with Half Past the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3). I’m nearly finished the first draft. Any other questions, please send it to my email address joanna.dzinks@gmail.com.
Thank you
Friday 28 March 2014
Saturday 8 March 2014
"All about you" makeover
After a long and thoughtful process I have decided to merge All about you parts, into a one book. I know that a lot of people hate waiting for small parts of the novellas. New book 'All about You' (Love & Hate series #1) is around 83,000 words long. I created a new cover and outline. It's available to download on Amazon and other retailers now. Anyone who bought any part of this series please contact me and I'll sent new version FREE of charge.
I start hating Oliver just after his older brother Christian’s death. I drag him down a road of humiliation and pain to try to cope with what his brother did to me.
A few months after Christian’s passing, Oliver leaves town, and for the next two years, he is absent from my life. The demons claw their way back in, and I must learn to live with the secret that has destroyed me.
Now I’m starting a new life, away from Gargle and away from my past, but everything crashes when I see Oliver the first day at university. It’s clear that many things have changed since we’ve been apart. Now he is captain of the rugby team and the most popular bloke on campus.
Then he makes a bet and gives me an ultimatum: I leave Braxton forever and start somewhere else, or I stay and play his game… because he’s never forgotten that it was me who ruined his life two years ago.
New Adult Romance, full length novel 83,000 words.
I start hating Oliver just after his older brother Christian’s death. I drag him down a road of humiliation and pain to try to cope with what his brother did to me.
A few months after Christian’s passing, Oliver leaves town, and for the next two years, he is absent from my life. The demons claw their way back in, and I must learn to live with the secret that has destroyed me.
Now I’m starting a new life, away from Gargle and away from my past, but everything crashes when I see Oliver the first day at university. It’s clear that many things have changed since we’ve been apart. Now he is captain of the rugby team and the most popular bloke on campus.
Then he makes a bet and gives me an ultimatum: I leave Braxton forever and start somewhere else, or I stay and play his game… because he’s never forgotten that it was me who ruined his life two years ago.
Currently I'm working on Half Past The Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3), the release date is unknown at the moment. As usual my writing plans have changed. I'll start on All about Me (Love & Hate series #2) sometime in May. If everything goes according to plan the release date is scheduled for August.
Friday 21 February 2014
Prequel to Paranormal Personnel Saga
Hey Guys,
"The Healing Hour" is now available on amazon, it's a short novella written from Nathaniel's point of view. It can be read as a prequel to £6.19 per Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #1)
Recently I posted a short excerpt on my Facebook page:
Here is a little reminder.
I pushed the door open wider, hearing a faint voice inside the chamber. My heart skipped a beat upon realising who the voice belonged to. All my hopes and desires were behind that door. My senses sharpened and my heart was racing so fast it was just about to gallop out of my chest.
‘Blood, I want more blood; it’s never enough.’
Isabelle was talking to herself, sitting on the chair next to the fire. She was alone but the scent of another older vampire was still intense and floating in the air. I inhaled and the soaring pain in my chest eased off. I finally found her. My suffering came to the end.
But then she turned around. ‘You!’
My breath caught. I could barely recognise her. Lines under her eyes were darker, her face was covered in blood, and her hair was lighter than I remembered. The look on her face told me that she wasn’t expecting to see me. Her pupils widened and anger flickered in her beautiful blue eyes.
‘My darling, I’m here. I’ve finally found you,’ I said softly, falling down on my knees. My mind was cloudy and I could barely breathe, seeing her paleness and the kind of hunger that I used to feel myself when I was younger.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
She bared her teeth, staring at me as if she were looking at a ghost. I came here expecting her to throw herself into my arms and tell me how much she loved me. Instead, she roared with rage and charged into me as I knelt before her. I had no strength to fight with her. I let her scratch my face with her sharp nails and sink her fangs into my neck.
My breath came fast. She was better when she was hurting me, and I didn’t care about the pain. The blood was running down my neck, but I felt her closeness and that began to seal up the wound in my heart.
Until she pulled away and slapped me, saying, ‘You shouldn’t be here. I never asked you to find me!’ She wiped her bloody mouth, not taking her eyes off me.
‘Isabelle, we can be together now like before. I’m sorry for what he did to you,’ I said, trying to crawl to her, but she pushed me back.
‘Get away from me, Nathaniel. I don’t need your apology. I’m this way because of your lies. He saved me, gave me immortality. You wanted to keep this away from me.’
Tears ran down my cheeks, her words hurting me. I felt like someone was tearing my skin away from my body while I was still living and breathing. Isabelle was a full-blooded vampire now, a monster, her humanity lost.
Unable to comprehend that she wouldn’t even consider coming back to me, I offered my pledge. ‘Please, darling, let me take care of you. We can go back to England, to our old life.’
She started laughing, spitting her blood everywhere. ‘I’m not part of you anymore. My old life is over and I never want to see you again. My maker means everything to me and I’m glad that he turned me into the creature that I’m now. You failed me.’
‘Isabelle—’
She slapped ma again and stood up. ‘Leave or I swear that I’m going to kill you!’
I looked at her, seeing that her hatred for me was real. I wasn’t part of her life anymore. Her maker had changed her and destroyed her pure white soul. It was all my fault that it came to this. If I’d have told her the truth about my nature we could have avoided all the pain. I destroyed her by loving her and by lying that I was partly a vampire.
I searched two years for her since we parted, but her love for me slipped through my fingers. The wound in my heart reopened and from that day I promised myself that I would never fall in love again. Love only destroyed. It was like despair. My mother was right when she warned me that falling in love would only make me suffer.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
The horn somewhere on the road brought me back to reality. I slammed my foot on the break realising too late that the car in front of me stopped. I cursed under my breath. My brand new Aston Martin crushed by some piece of shit just because I was lost with my pathetic past. The impact of the collision wasn’t too bad, but still, the damage was done. I took a few deep breaths and tightened my palms over the wheel.
"The Healing Hour" is now available on amazon, it's a short novella written from Nathaniel's point of view. It can be read as a prequel to £6.19 per Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #1)
Recently I posted a short excerpt on my Facebook page:
Here is a little reminder.
I pushed the door open wider, hearing a faint voice inside the chamber. My heart skipped a beat upon realising who the voice belonged to. All my hopes and desires were behind that door. My senses sharpened and my heart was racing so fast it was just about to gallop out of my chest.
‘Blood, I want more blood; it’s never enough.’
Isabelle was talking to herself, sitting on the chair next to the fire. She was alone but the scent of another older vampire was still intense and floating in the air. I inhaled and the soaring pain in my chest eased off. I finally found her. My suffering came to the end.
But then she turned around. ‘You!’
My breath caught. I could barely recognise her. Lines under her eyes were darker, her face was covered in blood, and her hair was lighter than I remembered. The look on her face told me that she wasn’t expecting to see me. Her pupils widened and anger flickered in her beautiful blue eyes.
‘My darling, I’m here. I’ve finally found you,’ I said softly, falling down on my knees. My mind was cloudy and I could barely breathe, seeing her paleness and the kind of hunger that I used to feel myself when I was younger.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
She bared her teeth, staring at me as if she were looking at a ghost. I came here expecting her to throw herself into my arms and tell me how much she loved me. Instead, she roared with rage and charged into me as I knelt before her. I had no strength to fight with her. I let her scratch my face with her sharp nails and sink her fangs into my neck.
My breath came fast. She was better when she was hurting me, and I didn’t care about the pain. The blood was running down my neck, but I felt her closeness and that began to seal up the wound in my heart.
Until she pulled away and slapped me, saying, ‘You shouldn’t be here. I never asked you to find me!’ She wiped her bloody mouth, not taking her eyes off me.
‘Isabelle, we can be together now like before. I’m sorry for what he did to you,’ I said, trying to crawl to her, but she pushed me back.
‘Get away from me, Nathaniel. I don’t need your apology. I’m this way because of your lies. He saved me, gave me immortality. You wanted to keep this away from me.’
Tears ran down my cheeks, her words hurting me. I felt like someone was tearing my skin away from my body while I was still living and breathing. Isabelle was a full-blooded vampire now, a monster, her humanity lost.
Unable to comprehend that she wouldn’t even consider coming back to me, I offered my pledge. ‘Please, darling, let me take care of you. We can go back to England, to our old life.’
She started laughing, spitting her blood everywhere. ‘I’m not part of you anymore. My old life is over and I never want to see you again. My maker means everything to me and I’m glad that he turned me into the creature that I’m now. You failed me.’
‘Isabelle—’
She slapped ma again and stood up. ‘Leave or I swear that I’m going to kill you!’
I looked at her, seeing that her hatred for me was real. I wasn’t part of her life anymore. Her maker had changed her and destroyed her pure white soul. It was all my fault that it came to this. If I’d have told her the truth about my nature we could have avoided all the pain. I destroyed her by loving her and by lying that I was partly a vampire.
I searched two years for her since we parted, but her love for me slipped through my fingers. The wound in my heart reopened and from that day I promised myself that I would never fall in love again. Love only destroyed. It was like despair. My mother was right when she warned me that falling in love would only make me suffer.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
The horn somewhere on the road brought me back to reality. I slammed my foot on the break realising too late that the car in front of me stopped. I cursed under my breath. My brand new Aston Martin crushed by some piece of shit just because I was lost with my pathetic past. The impact of the collision wasn’t too bad, but still, the damage was done. I took a few deep breaths and tightened my palms over the wheel.
Sunday 2 February 2014
"All about you, part 2" is now available
I'm happy to announce that second part of "All about you" is now available on amazon. Part two and three will be released sometime in March. Blow is a short blurb.
India tries to get on with her life in Braxton, but Oliver doesn’t want to let it go. She tries to tell him the truth, but in the end he pulls her back into the darkness, to the bad memories from the party.
Instead of blending in she has been humiliated again!
Oliver might forgive her in the future, but he will never forget how ruthless she used to be. They are both keeping too many secrets,
Has the line between love and hate ever been so fine?
Instead of blending in she has been humiliated again!
Oliver might forgive her in the future, but he will never forget how ruthless she used to be. They are both keeping too many secrets,
Has the line between love and hate ever been so fine?
and a short blurb
Teaser:
In the past few weeks I’d found it difficult to be in the same room with him. Whenever I saw him my pulse started racing, and my mouth went dry in an instant. I couldn't take this anymore. I wanted to tell him the truth about how I felt about him
“Oh hey, I wasn't sure if anyone was at home,” I said, sounding oddly rough like I had a sore throat. My body tensed and I waited for him to say something, but he just stood there looking at me, studying me. His blue eyes looked right through me, watching as I struggled to breathe.
Oliver slowly approached me. He never worked out, but he was well built and I couldn't draw my eyes away from his naked chest.
“I think we should take advantage of the fact that we’re alone,” he said standing in front of me. A couple of times Oliver let me know that I affected him the same way he affected me, but since that kiss in the cinema he hadn't tried to touch me at all. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you in my room.”
“What about your brother? He’ll be home at any minute,” I hissed. He smiled, melting away all the hesitation. He took my hand and walked me to his room, before I protested.
“Don't worry about him. He will be quite preoccupied tonight.”
“But—”
“No buts, I know what I'm talking about." He smirked. “I’ve got something important to show you.”
His room was dark, filled with posters of his favourite band. He was a Goth and he was into the occult and all that supernatural bullshit. People always made fun of him and his mother couldn't stand it, but I didn't mind. I liked that he was trying to be different.
He sat on the floor, dragging me to sit beside him. His touch sent a surging heat down between my breasts.
“What have you got to show me?” I asked, my voice hoarse. He looked at me with those diamond eyes and touched my cheek. A smile broke over his lips. His touch was unexpected and filled me up with explosive desire. Whenever Christian touched me I felt nothing, just an odd tingle of unease. I wasn't capable of feeling anything when he was around. It was like I was made of stone, locked within my own insecurities.
Oliver's touch, brought something new and fresh. When I was with him my stomach twisted with longing and my body searched for his closeness.
“This, and I hope you don't mind,” he whispered. He leaned towards me and pressed his mouth over mine. Our lips connected with a mind-blowing kiss. Every part of me screamed that I should stop this before I couldn't control myself, but my heart thumped faster.
When Oliver ran the tip of his tongue over my teeth and I moaned with pleasure. His palm held my face and I let go of the fear that I was doing something wrong. He pushed himself on top of me sliding between my legs, where he fitted in perfectly.
“India, I've waited for this moment for so long,” he whispered, and I arched my head back enjoying as his fingers caressed my skin. The collision of emotions jetted over us. It was like someone woke me up from my deepest dream. Like I’d been living a different life before; I’d been kissing a wrong guy. And now I was finally making the right choice.
His lips moved over mine like a fire welcomes oxygen. His fingers started to unbutton my shirt. He began planting kisses down my neck, selecting only the most sensitive parts, devouring me completely and utterly with his whole body. His hand cupped my breast and the heat shot through my stomach down to my core, filling me with a pool of warmth and lust.
Wednesday 8 January 2014
"All about you" is now available!
'All about you' part one is now live on amazon. It's a new series of novellas about love and hate relationship.
Below are the links to
This novella unfolds over eight volumes approx. 20,000 - 25,000 words a piece.
First four are written from India’s point of view and then the next four will be from Oliver’s point of view.
Part two will be released at the end of Jan/beginning of Feb.
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Thank you!
Friday 3 January 2014
Cover reveal 'All about you' part 1
Hello everyone!
I'm super excited to announce a Cover Reveal for "All about you" in my Love & Hate series of novellas. The release date is set for the 10th of January.
‘All about you’ is written from India’s point of view and unfolds over four parts.
Please read the blurb below
Genre - New Adult Contemporary Romance
India started hating Oliver just after Christian’s death. She humiliated him in front of the whole school in order to deal with what Christian had done to her. Then Oliver left town to go to University.
Now it’s time for her to start a new life but she never expected to see Oliver again, especially during her first day of school. Many things have changed since they been apart. Now he is captain of the Rugby team and the most popular bloke on campus. Oliver took her place and he is making her life a living hell.
This time it’s all about him and she is the one who suffers. She fed on her hatred for too long and she refuses to be that way anymore but this is only the beginning of her humiliation.
India started hating Oliver just after Christian’s death. She humiliated him in front of the whole school in order to deal with what Christian had done to her. Then Oliver left town to go to University.
Now it’s time for her to start a new life but she never expected to see Oliver again, especially during her first day of school. Many things have changed since they been apart. Now he is captain of the Rugby team and the most popular bloke on campus. Oliver took her place and he is making her life a living hell.
This time it’s all about him and she is the one who suffers. She fed on her hatred for too long and she refuses to be that way anymore but this is only the beginning of her humiliation.
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