Freaky Friday: Scorned

Freaky Fiday presents...Scorned: A LeKrista Scott, Vampire Hunted Novel by Tyffani Clark Kemp. 

 

A little something about Scorned

"LeKrista Scott has killed a vampire, and now his lover wants revenge.

After months of watching her from the shadows, Lucretious, a millennia old vampire, finally makes his attack during a party thrown by his maker, Roman - a party where Roman proclaims his protection over LeKrista. Roman steps in and saves her life, but not before she deals Lucretious the true death in front of his lover, Perdita. Now LeKrista is running for her life and Roman is trying to save it, but she’s not sure if he really cares or if he has some underhanded reason for keeping her alive. She seeks help from Mages but they refuse to help her, even though she exhibits high potential as a Mage herself. In a last ditch effort, Roman whisks LeKrista away to his Colorado home, but Perdita finds them. In an amazing display of magical ability, LeKrista eliminates Perdita by absorbing her - magic, essence, and all."

Excerpt from Scorned, by Tyffani Clark Kemp

 "Where is Edgar?" Parashie asked. I would never tell her that I thought her accent was beautiful.

 I motioned to the office. "He’s having a private meeting."

 Parashie rolled her eyes and stalked to the office door. Her stilettos thumped on the carpeted wood floor, making it sound hollow underneath, and it probably was.

 I didn’t try to stop her from opening the door. I have no qualms about letting her and the others know just how little I care for them. It would serve her right for calling me "common girl" for so long if she got in trouble.

Eddy looked up when the door opened and his client whipped his head around. Shock and fear rolled off of him and filled my head. My heart sped up like I was experiencing his fear. I could feel his eyes locked on me. They were full of a power I didn’t understand. I felt a niggle at the base of my skull and my head ticked to the right in a sort of shiver. The man frowned at me, blinked, and then it was gone.

Eddy was livid, his face flushed with anger. He shouted something at Parashie in Russian and rose out of his chair to block any view of his guest. Eddy looked and sounded the most manly I’d ever heard him. I realized, if he wasn’t such an ass I might be attracted to him.

"I didn’t know you spoke Russian," I said quietly, mostly to myself than anything, but it seemed the wrong thing to do. Eddy heard me and, when he turned to look, his face had blanched to a creamy white. He looked sick, like he might pass out.

"Shut the door!" Eddy shouted one last time, enunciating each word like Parashie was stupid.

 Parashie screamed something in her native tongue and slammed the door like a spoiled child. Then, she turned on me and shouted, "Don’t you have some work to do?"

 "I have to get my pills from my car," I said and hurried out of the building. I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, and she was wearing stilettos, too? No, thanks. She could keep them.

 I keep my Clonidine in the console of my beat up Honda Civic. I suffer from Epilepsy and a mild case of Tourette’s Syndrome. I haven’t had a seizure in years and I keep the tics at bay with the pills. I don’t have vocal tics, the kind where you shout random words for no reason. Instead I have motor tics and sometimes my body will just shudder. It starts with the weird feeling at the base of my skull then travels my spine like a shiver. Those are mostly gone too, except for special occasions.

I popped the pill and swallowed without water before I headed back inside. I ignored Parashie, who sat sulking in the corner, not doing any work whatsoever.

 The meeting was over before I made it to the backroom. Eddy walked out first, his head down and his tail tucked between his legs, so to speak. The client came next, hands in his pockets, head held high. He was attractive, too attractive.

"I will speak with you again soon, Eddy," he said in an accent I couldn’t place. Accent whore that I am I loved it.

 Eddy nodded. We all watched the man leave, even Parashie was enamored with him. Eddy seemed to come out of the stupor first, though he speared me with a look and said, "Back to work, Mizz Scott."

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Blood is Thicker Than Water: Vampire Vineyards

The story behind Vampire Vineyards

Rumor has it that the Vampire Vineyards are actually owned by a circle of vampires and our company’s founder, Michael Machat, an entertainment attorney from New York, is actually just a front. Whether he and his convertible were commandeered by a Vampire is still a subject for debate. The truth may never be known, but we do know however that Michael first began talking about branding wine with the vampire Mark back in 1985 after picking up a mysterious hitch-hiker on a late night drive through the pitch black Nevada desert.

Shortly thereafter our first modern day Vampire Wine product was introduced. It was a Syrah, of Algerian origin, that was bottled in France. In 1988, we sold the first five hundred bottles of this cuvee to Alice Cooper and MCA Records in London, England, and began offering the wine in high-end London wine shops, including Selfridges.

Owing to the nomadic nature of vampires in general, within a year of the Algerian release, the Vampire Board of Directors voted to move production to Verona, Italy – home of Romeo and Juliet. Their familiars began planting Sangiovese (Italian for blood of Jove), and in 1989 Mr. Machat arranged for the sale of some 672 bottles of this Vampire Sangiovese to be shipped from Europe to the Anne Rice Fan club in New Orleans.

At the beginning of the 1990’s, when raves and house music were the rage in London, Mr. Machat met up again with the hitchhiker from the Nevada desert. It was at 4:30 am, at a rave on an unsuspecting farmer’s property. At the time Machat was tending to the careers of Adamski and Seal, whom he managed and whose song “Killer” was topping the European charts. No one knows what was said,— and not even the UK’s No. 1 Rock and Roll Lady, Lisa Dominique, who would soon become his wife, could seduce the scary truth out of Mr. Machat (as far as we know). We do know however that after the rave, Machat suddenly announced another change in production. This time, the vampires were going back to Transylvania.

The Berlin Wall had come down, and Transylvania was a free land once more. Machat fought his way through the chaos that resulted from the perils of communism —fighting off wolves, gypsies and thieves along the way. After years of closed darkness, the Transylvania people had become as afraid of Westerners as Westerners were afraid of Vampires. Machat persuaded friends to risk their souls and join the quest. First to enlist was Leo Adelman, back in 1994, who assumed the role of banker to the vampires. Then, Don Lewis in 1997, who became the graphic designer of choice for the immortals. Mark Morton joined in 2002, as the mortal who would exponentially increase sales to mortals and immortals alike, and Inayat Ishaak joined in 2003 as the mortal responsible for running and controlling the vampire’s finances.

The early trips to Transylvania were treacherous to the psyche, and some came home with haunting dreams of the insanity they left behind. But by mid 1995, the blood of the vine began to stealthily trickle through New York and small pockets of America, becoming a prized possession for those in the know. The wine was coveted by those “in the know”, who hoarded it as quickly as it was produced. At the turn of the millennium, Faith Popcorn, the leading futurist and Nostradamus of marketing prophesized that Vampire Wine would spread and become a trend. Her prophecy came true.

Soon thereafter, the blood of the vine appeared in Maxim, Elle, and In Style magazines, and was broadcast on CNN Headline News, Food TV and MTV. Sales grew to 600,000 bottles per year. Then unexpectedly, in September of 2006, while the Machats were dining at Spagos, an unexpected guest joined them at dinner. The dark hitchhiker had new directions. The Vampires were packing up and moving once again – this time to Paso Robles, California – half-way between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Not far from the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by hills full of intricate winding caves, this was a perfect hideout for vampires. Rural, but just 200 miles from two major metropolitan areas, it was also chosen because it is a perfect location in case the vampires get hungry.

At Creston, where the wine is bottled, the mortal population is a mere 1303 people. So with scarce notice, Machat went out and recruited two well recognized wine makers to create the perfect blends for his discerning clientele. Due to reasons pertaining to confidentiality, and for the winemakers' own protection from other envious vampires, the winemaker names cannot currently be revealed. Suffice it to say however, that the lead winemaker recently received a rating of 96 from the Wine Spectator – a grade almost unheard of. The new Vampire wines from Paso Robles are light years ahead from the wines from the past. Our most demanding clientele would have it no other way. Sip the Blood of the Vine and Enjoy!

 

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Magic Monday: Glow in the Dark

Welcome to Magic Monday, The day of Romance. Today are the specifics of my very own at time bestselling romantic Suspense...Glow in the Dark.

Did somebody call a fireman? What about a rugged, yet gentle and very good looking fireman?  Anybody call one of those? His name is Jake Gilroy and he is about to change Corey Nolan’s life.

Synopsis

Determined to be out from under her mother’s ruling and away from a no-good soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, Corey Nolan exercises her independence. With a place to call her own and a job that doesn’t pay well but makes her happy, her life is full and her young daughter is content. There is no room for distractions, until she meets a local firefighter—who stirs an immediate forbidden attraction. In need of control, she tries to ignore Jake Gilroy, but circumstances bring her closer to him when someone is hell-bent on destroying her.

Dutiful playboy Jake is known as the smoking hot fireman. The first time he sets eyes on Corey, he knows he wants her. But when threats and strange occurrences start to happen, he finds the need to protect her and give more than he’s ever given any other woman.

Being together becomes more than they bargained for when their desire for each other becomes a matter of life and death….

Excerpt

Jake slid his fingers down her arm and across her wrist. A spark lit through her. She gasped and her gaze locked with his. She made no attempt to draw away. Corey couldn’t…she didn’t want to.

“How is it?” He glanced at her scraped and bruised elbow.

Coming out of the trance, she lifted her arm and showed him the slight injury. “Oh, it’s fine.”

“I would have been over sooner, but the other guys got you, and I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.”

Corey couldn’t conjure up a response. What he said, and how he said it, turned her knees to jelly. She felt like the high school girl who was just noticed by the popular jock. She couldn’t stop staring at his soft, dark brown eyes, even though a sensible voice in her head told her to just walk away and forget him.

“I’m very sorry. But I really have to go.” She peeked around his massive chest to the men beyond. “It was so nice meeting you guys,” she called over, waving. She turned to pick up her bike, then pushed it along and hopped on.

“Stop by anytime,” she heard Jake yell behind her.

She smiled but didn’t turn around. Glancing at her watch, she’d realized she was supposed to have started her first day of work eight minutes ago. Fear made her pedal faster.

She hoped she hadn’t lost the job already. But what if she did? How would she pay rent? How would she feed Molly?

About me :)

Keira Kroft has been and done many things in her life. She went to paramedic school and received a degree in vet assistance. She has also been a secretary and a bartender. Nothing seemed to fit except her insatiable lust for brooding “hotties”, romance, and the written word.

These days she can be found writing novels with the help of her furry friends, Scamper, and Sawyer. Sawyer helps by sitting on the keyboard while Scamper tries to steal Keira’s food. She spends the rest of her time helping her husband manage their two businesses, along with being the administrator for a website she started that aids new and unpublished authors.

Read fur a cause

 

Just like the banner says I will give a portion of my proceeds from each copy, to the Animal Welfare League.

One lucky commenter will win a free download of Glow in the Dark J

You can find Glow in the Dark in print or eBook at www.decadentpublishing.com

 

Freaky Friday: Jade Slate

Freaky Friday presents the awesome Robin Renee Ray.

Robin Renee Ray is an unbelievably great, natural born writer, she is so good, sometimes I wonder if she is possessed by one of the writing greats of our time. But as great as her work all is, I have to say the character of Jade is my personal favorite, now with this story I filled my You Tube playlist with all my favorite dark music like Summer Breeze by Type O’ Negative, plenty of Marilyn Manson and some horror soundtracks. I put on my headphones and this story kicked ass— like jade slate!

I highly recommend all of Robin’s stories. Without further ado, I would like to introduce...

 

Jade Slate

All demons should wear tight leather and ride Harleys.

 

 

Synopsis

Hell had no idea what kind of creature it held, until she found a way to escape its fiery grip. Jade had taken her fill of being the hand -madden to the keeper of hell himself, often finding herself in the bed of his son to steal the secrets that would set her free. Now on the run from the Grim Reaper, she gains her strength from the flesh and blood of the day walkers. It’s one of those very beings that she takes compassion on that puts her on a different walk that could very well place her on a path that no blood demon would follow.

 

Excerpt

The demon opened its lipless mouth and screamed, throwing black, foul smelling slime all over Jade’s face. She turned her head and kicked out, hitting the disgusting being in its midsection. As it doubled over, Jade brought her blade down on the back of its deformed head. The creature dropped to the ground as the silver orb sank back into the sidewalk. The demon’s corpse turned to ash and blew away with the rest of the garbage. Jade gathered herself, knowing the son of sin wouldn’t be far behind.

     “Hey lady, you lookin’ for a good time?” a slender, young boy asked.

     “Not from you, little boy. You are no more than a mouth full.”

     “I’ll do anything you want, and I’ll do it for a twenty.”

     “Go home,” she snapped.

     “I am home, lady. You won’t find anything better out here. I’ll do you for ten.”

     “Get the hell away from me, kid. You do not want to taste my pleasures.” Jade pushed him with more force than she meant to use, knocking him to the ground.

     As Jade walked away from the filth incrusted boy, she reached into her pocket, then threw a fifty at him. Seeing a child on the streets was no concern of a she devil like Jade, not even in the worst of situations. Or so she thought. She looked back to see three older boy’s kicking the one who propositioned her just moments before and taking the money she had given him. She smiled and shook her head. Dinner was going to be something of a three course meal.

 

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http://www.amazon.com/Jade-Slate-Hells-Wanted-ebook

 

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