Winter Warm-Up Blog
Only a few more days until Christmas and shoppers need a break from all the hustle and bustle. Curl up on the couch, have a cup of cheer and relax. Christmas is such a special time. I love going shopping with family and getting together with friends, but I also like staying home, admiring my Christmas tree, having my dog sit next to me, and yes—reading.
I would like to give you the same joy. You can win a $ 75.00 Amazon Card which can come in handy this time of year. To win, all you have to do is click on the Rafflecopter and fill out the information.
But this isn’t all. I’m going to be giving away a free copy of A Vampire’s Fallen Christmas Star. If you think rock stars and vampires go together, you’ll enjoy this short read.
If you read the short passage and answer the question at the end, you’ll be eligible to win a free copy.
“Emmet, Emmet Carver.” Her tone was frostier and crueler than the winds screaming over the cliffs of Moher.
“I’m sorry.” He looked at her, the concern in his eyes replaced by something more shameful, like he was afraid of her reaction. “’Tis because of me this happened.”
“Why?” She trembled and fumbled for a rock, still not trusting the man.
“Your father was protecting me.”
With his broad shoulders and muscular arms, the man did not look as if he needed protecting.
He reached out his hand. “I promise I will not hurt you.”
She shrank, her heart pattering.
He put his hand close to her nose and regret clouded his brows. “You are near death.”
His scent of leather and horse wiped out the sickening stench of blood and gore.
He pushed the hair out of her face, his touch gentle and kind. “I can offer you a chance to repay Emmet for what he has done to you, your family, and your home. Or you can die in peace and join your family in the next realm while Emmet lives. The choice is yours.”
Hate burned on the back of her throat. “How?” A coughing fit gripped her, and she spewed blood. Her vision clouded, and she fought harder and harder to breathe.
“My name is Janus Morano. And I am a vampire.”
A vampire? Had she descended into hell for failing to defend her virtue?
“Will you accept my gift?”
Behind him, her father’s clenched hand lay unmoving on the grass. His promise of vengeance rang in her ears—The Angel of Death will strike you down.
Emmet had only laughed as her father’s eyes shuttered closed, blood dripping from his mouth.
Eleanor would not deny her father’s dying wish. “I want revenge.” The last thing Emmet Carver would see before he left this world would be an avenging Angel of Death.
What was the name of the vampire who changed Eleanor into a vampire?