L.D. Rose calls herself a neurotic physician
by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero, but I know
her as an author who has also published books with Soul Mate Publishing. I
invited her to my blog to share her latest release, VERMILION LIES. Take it away, L. D. Rose!
Hi everyone! Thanks
for having me on your blog, Nancy! My name is Linda (w/a
L.D. Rose), doctor by day, writer of dark paranormal romance and urban fantasy
by night. I LOVE to write about vampires! Dark, terrifying and brutal
leeches, as they should be. ;) But the real stars of my dystopian paranormal romance
series, The Order of the Senary, are genetically engineered mercenaries
(hybrids!), who are half-vampire, half-human and they’re assigned to protect
humanity from the leeches. Each of these fellas have a “superpower” and they’re
so much fun to write! They work hard, play hard, and love harder. :) My
latest release is the third book in my Order of The Senary series,
VERMILION LIES is now available on Amazon. Hope you check them out!
HOOK
Giving in to temptation won’t be his
only sin.
BOOK
BLURB
Wherever
Dax Knight sets foot, hell is bound to freeze over.
As a
mercenary for the Order of the Senary, Dax departs for New England to assist
his comrades in battling the vampire forces threatening to consume the
Northeast. The last thing he expects to find is a gorgeous vampiress who
surrenders to him entirely. Ensnared by her allure, their intense attraction ignites,
and he discovers she isn’t what she seems.
Cindel
Konstantinov has been on the run since she escaped her sire’s possession,
trading one life of abuse and imprisonment for another. As her hope for freedom
wanes, she encounters one of the infamous Knights, and his dangerous appeal is
undeniable. After a life-altering moment of mercy, they careen down a path of
secrets, lies, and a forbidden passion neither of them can resist. But when her
past comes back to haunt them, they’ll have to face the consequences of their
actions—and their desires.
Dax
and Cindel will need each other more than ever as their world spirals into
chaos. But are they strong enough to survive the oncoming storm?
EXCERPT
Slipping his SIG into the back of his
waistband and his switchblade in his back pocket, Dax quietly descended the
stairs on bare feet. The sun was about to set and he wanted to be downstairs
when the great jailer in the sky made its exit.
The leech remained tied to the chair at
the corner of the kitchen, head propped against the wall. She sat still,
lifeless, her heartbeat a slow, thready rhythm and her respirations just about
absent. Her scent was faint, merely a trace in the air now that she was unconscious.
She was fast asleep. Good.
Dax opened the fridge and chose one of
three Macintosh apples next to his blood supply. Then he rounded the table,
taking a seat at the far end so he’d be the first thing she’d see on waking. He
pulled the chair out and palmed his gun, but he stopped mid-motion when he took
in her face.
Crimson trails smeared her cheeks from
eyelids to chin, dribbles of it down her neck, splotches on her chest. The
blood had dried into rust, leaving marks behind, tainted with mascara.
She’d been crying. All night, probably.
His breath deserted him. He’d never seen
a vampire cry, never witnessed the bloody evidence of their emotions. Now here
it was, right in front of him, and he didn’t want to believe it.
Keep
your head straight. She’s manipulating you.
Setting the chair down, he sat and laid
the gun on the table, eyes absorbing every detail of her face. She looked
incredibly tragic, painfully beautiful. Her raven hair hung in tangles around
her blood-marred face, her ivory skin dusted with salt, her body uncomfortably
angled in order to rest her head. Guilt stabbed him like a blade to the belly,
but he yanked it out and held in his guts.
He would
not feel sympathy for her. He could
not feel sympathy for her. The lure still festered in his brain, making him
stupid.
She’s
the enemy. You remember that.
Leaning back in his seat, he tried to
make himself comfortable as he bit into the apple. He no longer had an appetite
but he forced himself to chew and swallow anyway, silently berating himself for
feeling anything for this leech. If he didn’t snap out of it, she would win,
and God knew what that meant.
The monster in him sensed the last of
the sun’s rays descend into darkness. The visceral tug left as quickly as it
came, barely giving him pause as he sank his teeth into the fruit again. As if
on cue, her long, clumped lashes fluttered against her high cheekbones like
butterflies with broken wings, hardly opening as she shifted her weight. She
grimaced, somehow making the expression look lovely as she lifted her head with
what seemed like immense effort.
When she finally straightened, her eyes
split open as he tore off another piece of the apple’s flesh.
They stared at each other across the
dining table for an eternity, the only sounds the crushing of fruit between his
jaws and her vitals amplifying in his ears. The tension was electric, charged
with lust and misgivings. Rogue strands of her hair fell over her face as she
watched him with those black diamond eyes, framed with desperation and misery.
Few men could resist the sight of a
pretty girl crying.
Even if she was crying blood.
BUY
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More About the Author
L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by
night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes award-winning dark
paranormal fiction and she’s a PAN member of the RWA and FF&P.
She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive
Boxer, and her two devious cats. Sign up for her newsletter for the latest on the Senary, sneak
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