True Blood is based off of the Southern Vampires' series. It's packed full of vampires, werewolves, and even a telepathic! If you love the craziness of True Blood, you're going to enjoy these book recommendations. Here you will not only find my thoughts about the show, but you will also find books with werewolves, vampires, or books set in fantasy areas! You'll also find a little bit of this and that... Basically, stuff that I enjoy. Please comment and Enjoy.
Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/11/14 - 3/11/14 Genres: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Only a day after Eamon Rutherford
destroys a cadre of vampire hunters sent to kill him, he decides to
take his human lover Amelie to London to turn her into a vampire and
look for Bernard Townsend, the vampire who sent the hunters to kill
Eamon and declared a blood war on him.
This war isn’t just to settle a
rivalry. It’s a war for power.
Bernard wants control of the European
Shadow Government, the vampire governing board, and bring his plan to
fruition, a plan that begins with the revelation of vampires to
humans and ends with the domination of the human race. He knows that
this will never happen as long as Eamon is alive. Bernard also knows
that to get to Eamon, he has to get what he cares about most. To
ensure the success, Bernard brings forward his secret offspring
Reinhard Heydrich, the Butcher of Prague, who will kidnap and kill
Eamon’s beloved Amelie.
Eamon must find
and save Amelie before Heydrich kills her and Townsend’s plan
unfolds. If he doesn’t, there is no limit to what a vampire like
Heydrich might be capable of. But saving Amelie won’t be easy.
Everywhere he turns he finds intrigue and deception. Even from those
he trusts the most.
Don’t Declare a Blood War on Me and My Line without the Expectation
Townsend. That was what needed to happen. And as soon as possible.
Eamon Rutherford rubbed the bridge of his nose and again tried to
come to grips with the events of the past twenty-four hours.
scowl appeared on his face and the muscles of his shoul- ders knotted
before he could even process anything. Eamon took in a deep breath
and exhaled it slowly. Destroying a makeshift band of vampire hunters
in his former companion’s nightclub wasn’t something he would
have chosen, but he was forced to do that very thing. And it had been
ages since a hunter had threatened him personally. Or tried to
threaten him. The ones last night were far from what he remembered
from centuries past. The group he destroyed were nerds and armchair
warriors, not organized, well-practiced hunters. However, before
Eamon killed one of them the hunter mentioned a name, the name of an
ancient rival, Bernard Townsend.
Townsend was a half-assed, one-time knight from centuries ago, an
on-again-off- again problem for Eamon. Townsend fancied himself to be
more powerful than Eamon despite the age gap of many centuries. In
the late seventeen hundreds, Eamon almost imposed a final death on
Townsend, but at the last moment Eamon spared his rival, figuring
that leaving Townsend with the humiliating knowledge that he only
survived through Eamon’s mercy was enough to keep the repugnant man
away once and for all.
that time, Townsend had avoided Eamon and any- one, human or vampire,
that Eamon knew and Eamon had all but forgotten about him up until
last night. And his sudden reappearance raised an alarm in Eamon’s
mind. Why would Townsend send a group of poorly trained vampire
hunters after him?
rose from the bed and walked to the window over- looking Amelie’s
back garden. Normally, he enjoyed the col- orful, fragrant roses and
oleander bushes filling the quaint yard, but not today. He rubbed his
shoulders, removing some of the tension, and sighed. The phone in his
pocket vibrated, but he ignored it. The vampires of his line had
nagged him the better part of the day, leaching as much of his time
as they could before he left. His phone had vibrated non-stop with
their calls and text messages. Should the meeting of the United
States Shadow Government be arranged? Could they call him while he
was in London or was he serious that he wanted no contact while he
was gone? The main question was when was he coming home? He wondered
if he was leaving children or vampires. But that was part of being a
Primigenio of a vampire line. You were a father to them and had to
deal with many of the same issues as a human father.
of this and Bernard Townsend’s unknown motives plaguing his
thoughts, Eamon had gotten little day sleep. Fortunately, at his age,
he didn’t require much rest. He also had the added benefit of being
a day walker, a vampire who could move about without a problem when
the sun was up. It was a lucky trait the vampires of his small line
carried. Eamon looked back at Amelie and remembered they were leaving
soon. He sent a text message to Jason, the pilot of his private
plane, and verified the departure time. Eamon didn’t want any last
minute surprises or problems.
returned to the bed and kissed Amelie’s forehead. He hated to wake
her, but they’d be leaving for London in a few hours. He took a
moment to watch her sleep. She was snuggled up next to him with a
tiny, contented smile on her lips. Whatever she was dreaming about
seemed to make her happy, and he wanted that for her more than
anything. He wanted her to have a life of happiness and love with him
and to never have any worries. If he had his way that would always be
phone vibrated again, shattering the moment of much-needed quiet
Eamon craved. He hesitated before answering, thinking it was one of
his vampires trying a last minute grab for his time and attention.
Eamon said and climbed back out of the bed.
you killed Sanchez and his followers? I expected as much. I didn’t
honestly think they would succeed but they wanted to do it.”
caller’s voice reignited a centuries-old anger within Eamon. He
paced back and forth, wanting to reach through the phone and snap the
caller’s neck. It was Bernard Townsend.
Eamon checked on Amelie, who still slept. He turned away so as not to
disturb her, his rising angst causing him to grip his phone until the
coming for you, Townsend. You don’t declare a blood war on me and
my line without the expectation of retaliation.” Eamon would rip
Townsend’s throat out right now if he could, and put an end to
whatever scheme Townsend was formulating.
laughed his hearty, jovial laugh. “The humans I sent after you last
night were a warm up, a bit of target practice. I felt it would give
you a sporting chance.”
will find you and when I do, you’re dead,” Eamon said.
you’ve been a problem for me for as long as I can remember. Now, I
have the advantage.”
nothing but a two-bit gangster.” Eamon looked around the room,
calming himself. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
you didn’t, which shows how weak and short-sighted you truly are.
Well, until we see each other, Eamon. And we will see each other,”
sudden dial tone cooled Eamon’s ire and he withered with regret as
he turned back to Amelie. Their trip to London would not be the same.
Townsend would see to that. Eamon wanted the trip to be perfect for
Amelie. He wanted to show her London, the city he had known for
centuries, not the What’s
of the city. For a moment, he considered not taking Amelie with him.
He could find and kill Townsend and then bring her over afterward.
But he knew how much she wanted to go and he wanted her to go as
well. After their recent separation, he didn’t want to be away from
her any longer than he had to be. No, he refused to let Townsend ruin
this. After all, Eamon had waited too long for Amelie.
Beightol formerly lived in an active haunted house in rural northern
Florida but now lives in a non haunted but still active house with
her author husband, Scott Baker, her daughter, two ice cream craving
Boxer dogs, a rescued cat that thinks he’s a dog and a rabbit. For
as long as she can remember, she's loved vampire stories, romance and
gothic tales that keep her up at night. Although she works as a
registered nurse, she studied both history and theatre at the
University of Florida and loves intertwining history with a
theatrical touch in her writing. She is the author of Blood Betrayal:
Book One of The Primigenio Tales and its sequel Blood Beginnings,
which introduces a sinister historical figure as an adversary for her
vampires. Alison is hard at work on the third and final installment
of the Primigenio Tales.
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I've been seeing all over the news that they are selecting additional cast members for season 7! Unfortunately, I'm not taking the news well, though. It's a major bummer that this will be the final season... I hate that the show is ending.
I do think it will be interesting to see how Sookie ends up. Will the show take the Charlaine Harris route and finish the show by pairing Sookie to Sam? Or will they go another route? I wasn't feeling the whole Alcide Sookie thing... But I'd love to see her with Bill or Eric.
seventeen-year-old Maximillion Taylor and his best friend, Jones go
to a house party, he doesn't expect to get kidnapped—much less by a
succubus—and she's not the only one on the hunt. Thrown into a
world of angels and demons, where nothing and no one is what they
seem, Max ventures to find his true identity and learn to fight the
demons who pursue him. When his origin is revealed, it's a race
against the clock for a battle that will determine whether he can
protect the ones he loves or succumb to his true nature. Through
lies, betrayal, love and pain, Max must prepare to face the demons
before it is too late…
What came next I didn't see coming.
Something was shining in Angela's hand as she thrust it into the
A knife. “They’re coming for him. They know. He’s not a secret
anymore,” she gurgled out, and before I could react, she let out a
loud shriek, sounding like a screeching bird but amplified. I covered
my ears as they started to pop. When I looked up, there wasn't blood
oozing out of her, but a thick black liquid - and not just from the
knife wound - it seeped out of her eyes, nose, mouth, even finger
nails. The smell was even worse. The stench of decay filled the room
and I tasted the bile rising up my throat. The shrieking stopped and
Angela dropped whatever was left of her into the puddle of black
liquid. "What the-?" was all I could say before she crossed the
room and pulled me up to my feet. "Let's go," she said, but I couldn't even move. My body
felt heavy and I knew I was going to pass out. This feeling was
getting too familiar, but I couldn't dwell on it now. I was out. Buy Links:
About the Author: Born in New York city, my family picked up and moved to South Florida
when I was twelve. After high school I spent the next few years
traveling and experiencing what life had to offer me. At twenty four
years old, I’m back in South Florida in my third year of
University-majoring in Communication studies. When not in the writing
cave, I usually have my nose in a book or on Netflix, cut off from the
world with a huge bowl of ice cream. Connect with the Author: Facebook
A contemporary romantic comedy from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star by Victoria Van Tiem
In this irresistible romantic romp, movie fanatic, Kensington Shaw is
thrown into love—Hollywood-style–when her gorgeous ex presents a big
screen challenge to win back her heart. What girl wouldn’t want to
experience the Pretty Woman shopping scene? It’s number two on the list. Or, try the lift from Dirty Dancing?
It’s number five. One list, ten romantic movie moments, and a handful
of shenanigans later, Kenzi has to wonder…should she marry the man her
family loves, or risk everything for a love like the movies?
Genres: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance Blurb: Before Jody Carter and her three best
friends ever set foot aboard the luxury cruise ship, Jody falls into the
arms of uber hunky celebrity guest Taggart Keith, when he saves her
shoe from falling to the depths of the sea. Their attraction is
undeniable, but the recently divorced single mom knows the last thing
she needs is to complicate her life in just seven short days. But that’s
exactly what happens when Jody takes a chance — for once in her life—
and gives into a week of sensational pleasure. Taggart helps her
discover her more sensual side — one tantalizing night at a time. Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: December 1, 2013
Excerpt: “Hey there, Jody,” he called out. “Oh, hi….Taggart,” she said with surprise, pretending she hadn’t seen him. “We really have to stop meeting like this.” He smiled and walked towards her down the narrow hall dotted with luggage. She
laughed nervously at the cliché that was proving all too true if she
was to keep her sanity. “I guess so. Well, this is my room.” She
fidgeted with her keycard as he came up beside her. “Mine’s
just down the hall.” Taggart pointed behind him, but he just stood
there, his tall frame close to her. She looked up at him, overly aware
of the scent of sandalwood, one of her favorites. Very masculine. “Mmm…coincidence,”
she said, the hallway becoming smaller by the minute when he flashed
that boyish smile, with one corner of his mouth raised. Cocky, but
undeniably sexy at the same time. Unable
to break the gaze, she tried to insert the keycard into the lock, not
paying attention to what she was doing. The card grazed the slot and she
forced her eyes away from his. “I
guess you didn’t find your friends after all?” he inquired, leaning
casually against the wall, as she slid the keycard all the way in the
lock. Caught red handed at her own lie, she smiled down at her shoes. “No, I didn’t.” “So you can have that drink with me after all,” he stated flatly, placing his hand over hers as she held the key in the lock. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t move a muscle. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. He frowned but left his hand on hers. “Because?” Because?
Her mind raced. She couldn’t tell him it was because she was afraid.
Afraid how her body trembled when he was near, how her cheeks burned and
her sex thrummed. “I’ll wait,” he said with a devilish grin eyeing the keycard still in the lock. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea, is all.” “You
already said that,” he said straight-faced, but she could see the
playful look in his eyes. As he removed his hand, he continued to lean
easily on the doorframe, his face close to hers as if he had all the
time in the world to wait for her to be ready. He was close enough she
could see the barely visible laugh lines when he smiled and the slight
five o’clock shadow on his chiseled jaw. “Look
Taggart,” she said, just saying his name made her heart beat faster.
“I’m not ready for…” her heart beat rapidly thinking about just what she
wasn’t ready for….to be intimate with a man. “Ready for what?” he teased. A flush of desire rushed through her. He was playing with her, flirting with her. She
took her key out of the lock and looked up at him trying her best to
hang on to some semblance of control. “Whatever it is, I’m not ready.” “Fair enough,” he said, completely unarming her with his understanding. “Really?”
she asked, almost disappointed he gave in so easily. “Really,” he said,
imitating her. He was so fucking sexy she was going to melt right there
in the hall. “Well in that case, maybe I’ll have that drink with you,
but it better be a quick one, the girls will wonder where I am.” “Good,”
he said slowly, and leaned towards her, his body inches away, her heart
pounding and her body humming with anticipation. He was so close she
could feel the heat from his skin, the pulse of his heartbeat. Her
lips met his, at first tentatively, as if unsure of herself. His hot
mouth was inviting as she kissed him again, this time parting her lips
as his arms wrapped around her waist, his tongue finding hers.
Instinctively, she reached one arm around his neck and pulled him to
her, kissing him more urgently. His stubble against her chin made her
melt when he grasped her tighter and kissed her back. Hard and hungry.
Her body quivered as she pressed against him, their mouths exploring one
in the moment, her mind swirling and her body electric, she ran her
hands along his broad back, her breasts squashed against his muscled
chest, his hands running along her body. It felt so good. He smelled so
good, tasted so good, it had been forever since she’d felt this way.
So…so…so fucking turned on. Demanding and capable, his hands roamed
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About the Author:
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic
romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has
always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several
fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no
shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a
member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their
erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her
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Jenna should be having the
time of her life at college. Instead, her only desire is
survival. She lives in a world gone insane after a virus kills
most of the population. Being alive after the apocalypse is bad, but
when the undead return, hungry for humans, times turn darker. For
Jenna and a small group of survivors, the goal is to reach the High
Point Inn. At the inn, Jenna develops feelings for Caleb, who, while
exotic and intoxicating, is not quite human. Will this new utopia
“By the pricking of my
thumbs, Something wicked this way comes…” ran through Jenna’s
mind, another remnant of her former life. Now the graveyard was the
safest place. Evil openly roamed the streets and it was coming for
Jenna blinked the sweat
out of her eyes and took a deep breath. She swayed with exhaustion.
Angels, symbols of all things God and good, adornments of the dead,
swam in and out of Jenna’s clouded vision. She placed a scarred
hand on the peaceful, cold stone markers, embellished with the names
of forgotten loved ones. Nowadays, loved ones wanted to come back
from the grave and claw your face off, devour your insides.
Jenna wanted to lie down
and give up. She was tired and had lost everyone she knew. Hair lank
and greasy, mud splattered clothing, old and mismatched. Instead of
admitting defeat, she forced herself to stay alert, pushing matted,
raven hair out of her eyes with a dirty hand. Jenna could not
remember a time in her recent history where she felt clean or had a
moment in which she was not fighting to stay alive. Looking around
the darkened landscape, she wanted to live. She shoved to her feet
Lisa Acerbo is a high
school teacher and adjunct faculty at the University of Phoenix. She
lives in Connecticut with her husband, daughters, three cats, and two
horses. When not writing, she mountain bikes, hikes, and tries to
pursue some type of further education--she's working towards an EdD.
I have to admit that I tuned in to watch The Sound of Music, Live for two reasons. #1 I loved the original movie with Julie Andrews and #2 because of Stephen Moyer. After watching the entire airing, I do have to confess that I prefer the original... But I really enjoyed the performance by Stephen Moyer. As I sat down to share this post, I realized that Stephen (Vampire Bill) seems to enjoy singing... Check out the two clips below.