Precious Monsters - Vamp Valentine

Welcome to my vampish contribution to the VAMPIRE BITE blog hop organized by Jolie Du Pre's Precious Monsters blog for V Day. Yes, that's Valentine's Day. Just the title of that blog reminds me of the gals from my Tales from the Coffin. They surely are precious and most definitely monsters. But I reckon both would be a little bitter on a day dedicated to amore. They'd probably prefer to think of V Day as being Vampire Day. Let me introduce you to Lucy and Estella....

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Have I got a contest for you! Estella and Lucy are grumpy at the best of times, but recently even more so. Why? Because Lucy's days as a zombie are numbered and Estella is discovering there is more between herself and the Bone Cruncher than she first thought.
Their story is unraveling as each book is published. Sure, the purpose of the Tales from the Coffin books is to deliver a dark, un-happy ever after to readers with a heavy does of sexy times and horror, but you also get a snippet into Estella's vampiric dark world in the basement of her York Cemetery house.
So pull up a chair...I'm going to share a snippet from the latest goings on in Estella's boudoir, then offer up a prize too good to miss out on.

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Wicked After Dark with Tales from the Coffin

Wicked After Dark

Blog Hop
October 24th through to November 1st

Wicked directs me straight to the supernatural ladies and story tellers from Tales from the Coffin. And what perfect reading for halloween, they make, especially since they have a brand new story to tell for Bonfire night that releases October 26th.....

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Estella  is better known as the Vampire  Queen of the Rejected due to her major Haversham complex; dumped at the altar, she's Dracula's rejected bride. And boy does she harp on it. Still wears her Victorian wedding dress, moth holes and all.
Lucy Rot  was a  sweet girl who had a rather bad experience with magic. Now she's a zombie and Estella's lover and, for lack of a better work, lacky.
Together, they lure the unsuspecting into their dark basement for a fix of darkly erotic twisted tales...and dinner!

Think story within a story. Great expectations mashed with Tales from the Crypt to make Red Shoe Diaries.  Estella is the new Elvira. Lucy is  the new Igor.   

Alice Lane #sixsunday from Treacle and Treason, a #bonfirenight retelling

For this week's six, and the weeks leading up to Bonfire Night (5th November), I'll be sharing snippets from my upcoming release, Treacle and Treason - book four Tales from the Coffin which will be available 26th October 2012!

She eyed the deserted alley adjacent to the town square in the shadows of the magnificent York Minister’s tall towers. Sticking out her elbows, she pushed through the crowd until she’d made it to the quiet darkness of Alice Lane, called as such due to the little girl haunting the area. She didn’t know the actual name of the lane, Peter something or other, but she remembered the ghostly fact from the tour she’d taken a few weeks back to get to know her new surroundings.

Leaning against the hard, red brick, she popped a huge piece of treacle in her gob and sucked. That was what Bonfire Night was about; getting up to no good while indulging in dark syrup toffee hard enough to crack a tooth.

She glanced back.

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come meet The Bone Cruncher - Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop

It's been a smokin' hot summer...so you should perhaps pump up that aircon because things are about to get hotter! A lot hotter. Almost 100 blogs offering prizes, have joined forces for a HAWT summer blog hop. And the theme? HOT SUMMER HEROS! Isn't the promo pic delicious?
Before I get started with my contribution to the hop, I firstly wanted to thank Caris Roane, H.D. Thomson, and Bella Media Management for organizing the blog hop.
Secondly, I wanted to just point out that at the bottom of my post is the link list with all the blogs participating so you can get to hopping right away. OR if you prefer,  you can click the smexy blog hop image to be taken to the 'blog hop hub' to find out more.

So...are you ready? Get set. Go!

Since Bittersweet Symphony JUST released (10th August) I'm going to talk about the dark and brooding Bone Cruncher from my Tales from the Coffin series. For me, there is nothing sexier than a creature of the night-sexy supernatural being-who lurks in the shadows and never reveals his deepest emotions unless he finds a woman worthy...and then he'll bare all! They're mysterious, they're dangerous, and they're almost forbidden. Angel. Yes. The vampire with a soul. he's my man! Well, he would be if I were a fictional character who could beat up Buffy (like anyone could beat her up) and play the damsel in distress to perfect. Because there was nothing Angel loves more than to safe a woman in need. And baby, I'm in need.
The Bone Cruncher is kinda based on Angel...and SPIKE. Brooding. Snarky. British. And hungry for love.

The Bone Cruncher's Song

The Lyrics (c) Disturbed THE ANIMAL

I can feel the animal inside

My resolve is weakening

Pounding at the doors of my mind

It's nearly overpowering

I cannot begin to describe

The hunger that I feel again

Run if you intend to survive

For the beast is coming to life

A little set up for those who haven't heard of the series before:

Estella, Vampire Queen of the Rejected,

royally invites you to join herself and her zombie lover for a fix of dark erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy and give you the shivers. But mind your manners, because she bites.

Click the ladies to discover more about this undead story teller and her sidekick waiting to entertain, or perhaps eat you.

Tales from the Coffin series to date, in order

Strange and Beautiful - out now

All the Pretty Faces - out now

Bittersweet Symphony - out now

Treacle and Treason - out October 26th 2012

And here's a little excerpt featuring my little cruncher, taken from All The Pretty Faces - Tales from the Coffin Book two.

I hope you Enjoy.

Estella, Vampire Queen of the Rejected, strutted back and forth across the basement, her feet clad in lace-up Victorian ankle boots. Once upon a time white, they were now scuffed and stained. The metal-tipped heels chipped at the aged floorboards as she shuffled like a tap dancer on speed. Her vampiric movements caused her raspberry-red hair to flap about like butterfly wings, disturbing the stale, dusty air.

“Keep this up, and our guest will think you’re one of Dracula’s Brides,” Lucy crooned, her Yorkshire accent as crass as her platinum hair.

She didn’t just go there, did she? Estella didn’t have time for a lovers’ tiff, because The Bone Cruncher was coming early. His energy drew closer, raw and dripping with testosterone.

The strange tingle of nerves in her stomach wasn’t her style. Had she succumbed to lusting after men again? Or was it plain old hunger? Must be the latter. She had a sexy bombshell to quench her desires of the flesh—albeit rotting zombie flesh—and she’d sworn herself off men since the whole stood-up-at-the-altar-by-Dracula thing two centuries ago.

“Lucy, be a dear and send him down here, would you?”

“Send who downstairs?” Footsteps from above. Heavy. Masculine. They drew the blonde’s glance upward, and she sniffed the air. Recognition hit her expression. “The Bone Cruncher? How did you do that?”

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#new release BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY friends to lovers ghost story

Tales from the Coffin BOOK THREE , Bittersweet Symphony

The Bone Cruncher hasn't visited in a while, and Estella thinks it's something she did. Misery loves company, but she loves food more. Estella puts on a smile and musters up an erotic story. But can she make it to the end of the tale without comfort eating?

To onlookers, Seren lived the high life in London with her orchestra conductor of a husband. She had a major case of unrequited love for her bestfriend, though, so their relationship was doomed from the beginning. Divorce papers served, it's time for her to go back to her home town on the England-Wales border and face the music.

Owen, now a postman of their little market town, is thrilled to see Seren when he shows up at her doorstep with mail. It's not before they're releasing their pent up lust and love for each other. Within that mail, though, are letters addressed to Seren's parents. They're from her ex and hold a truth Seren is too fearful to face. Even with Owen by her side.

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MINI EXCERPT

(go to decadent publishing for a longer snippet) “One finger, albeit a small one, still counts toward the debt.” Estella couldn’t help herself—her pain came out in snark, and poor Lucy took the brunt of it. Oh well. It wouldn’t be the first time. Or the last. She was lucky to have found someone so needy who would put up with her ways. “You wouldn’t?” Lucy looked down at her shaky hands. Judging by the increasing tremors, she actually thought Estella was capable of doing it again. Oh. Wait. She was. “One. Two. Three…no, still only two missing.” “Sleep with one eye open, dear, or you might find yourself fingered. And in the future, never, ever call me sweetness. At least, not in public.” “Hmm, I don’t believe you would purposefully harm me.” “Don’t be so sure.” Estella took a sip of tea from the delicate china cup. “I’m royal, and you’ll do well to remember that.”

All The Pretty Faces - Smoldering cover and cheeky excerpt!

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Contest starts Sunday, July 1, 2012 and ends Wednesday, 2012 at midnight. My contest is via a rafflecopter, which can be found at the bottom of this post.  Enter to win $20 Amazon Gift Card.

Tales from the Coffin book two just released, and if you can tear yourself away from the smexy cover below.... I've got a wicked excerpt for you to read! Although it's a PG snippet, the book is adult in nature. Ghost hunter sandwich; I'm sure you get the picture. Besides the sexy times, there's also some horror/zombie/vampire themes that I wouldn't want under 18s to read. Again, the book is for ADULT audiences only.

BLURB
Estella is on edge. Why? The Bone Cruncher wants to collect his debt early. What's a girl to do? Get her zombie lover to do her dirty work for her of course, while she entertains you with tea and a ghost hunter sandwich....
MidNight, a paranormal magazine show, transformed Lindsay from a jittery legal assistant into an almost famous TV presenter. Ghost hunting was the last job Lindsay ever expected to see herself doing, or loving. Best of all, the show had helped her face fears; the dark, and her own shadow. If only she could conquer Walker, too, her long time just-good-friends buddy.When her co-host Debra puts an offer of a threesome on the table after a live filming at York Castle Prison, Lindsay takes it into careful consideration. A menage with Walker and her nemesis will complete her confidence trip. But when things start going bump in the night, will three be a crowd?

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EXCERPT (must be read to enter the contest)

Estella cleared her throat, pushed back her shoulders, and plastered a smile on her pale face before turning to YOU. “So...Lucy tells me you’ve come for a spot of entertainment? How about something to indulge your darker side? Yes, I do believe that will be fitting. Tea?”
She positioned herself on her beloved red chaise lounge, poured tea into a dainty, chipped china cup, and waved YOU in closer.


***

“One more word from you and I swear I’m gonna lose it,” Lindsay muttered through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto her last drop of patience. Debra, her MidNight co-host and nemesis wouldn’t shut up, intent on hogging the camera, as per usual.

MidNight had transformed Lindsay from a jittery legal assistant into an almost famous TV presenter and ghost hunter. It was the last job she’d ever expected to have, or love. And best of all, the show had actually helped her face her fears: the dark and her own shadow. If only she could conquer Walker, her longtime just-good-friends buddy who operated camera number one—night-vision filming on the move.

He’d put his equipment away for the night and watched the end of the live show from behind the main camera. He scribbled something on a white card and held it up. Lindsay, take a deep breath. Only sixty more seconds of airtime.

Knowing Walker was on her side renewed her patience a little. She pulled herself together and shot a teeth-smile toward Debra.

Debra.

The bimbo knew nothing about the paranormal and thought an EVP meter was a “flux capacitor ghost-catching thingamabob.” A dumb fake-blonde fresh out of acting school. Maybe it’s actors I have a problem with? Nah. She’d known others, but Debra was the only one she ever wanted to smack over the head with a clapper board while shouting “cut the bitch.”

“We’re out of time. From the York Castle Prison, it’s good night from me and good night from Debra. Wishing you all sour dreams and hoping the bed bugs bite...hard.”

“And we’re out.” The show was now off-air.

Walker cheered, his whoop void of excitement. “And yet again, we didn’t catch anything. Surprise. We’re in the most haunted city in the UK, and we’ve got nothing. Not even in a thousand year old castle turned prison where people died

heinously. Dick Turpin, the highwayman, didn’t even make an appearance to hold us up. It’s a joke.”

“One of these days, we’ll experience something so supernaturally spectacular it will beat the skeptic out of you...maybe even leave bruises.” She made a beeline for Walker.

So did Debra.

“Whoa, ladies.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

“Fun-ny. I was about to ask if you needed help cleaning this place up.”

“We have guys for that.” Debra flicked her luscious locks back, and they naturally fell into a super-perfect Kelly from Charlie’s Angels style. “More like she was hoping for a shag. Sorry, Lindsay, but Walker is taken.”

Lindsay formed tight fists, and her shoulders rounded slightly. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”

“I beg to differ.” Debra pouted.

Walker grabbed Lindsay’s arm and dragged her along the darkened, narrow corridors and into a deserted jail cell. Moonlight streamed through the small box window above, giving only a glimmer of light and setting shadows dancing on the walls as he moved.

“Walker?”

“It’s not what you think.” He ran a hand through his thick, dirty-blond hair and frowned.

“If you’ve poked her, it’s exactly what I think it is.”

“Debra and me, it’s just—”

“La. La. La. Too much information.”

“Not enough, if you ask me.” Debra popped her head around the corner, slunk into the room, and held up a huge ring of ancient iron keys. She selected one and locked the heavy door behind her. “I’m happy to share. More than happy.”

“I know.” Walker grinned then shook his head and glanced back at Lindsay with a pleading expression and puppy-dog eyes. “But I don’t think Lindsay is.”

“You figured right.”

Debra dropped the jailer keys—they fell to the floor with a heavy clank—then caressed the curves of her tits and tiny waist with her hands. Sensual. Wanton. Lindsay wanted to mirror her movements, to touch her own curvaceous body.

A threesome? With the one woman in the world, she hated more than Marmite? Smelly yeast. Perfect comparison to Debra. Why was she turned on by a yeast infection? Ew.

“Don’t be such a bore, Lindsay.”

“I’ll leave you two to it, if it’s like that.” She headed for the exit, her head in all kinds of confusion. Here Walker was, offering himself on a plate to her. But the side dish left a lot to be desired.

“No. It’s like this.” He grabbed her shoulders, spun her, and rammed her against the hard stone wall. Rough nooks and crevices scraped at her back. And then he kissed her.

Tales from the Coffin Series so far...

NO COVER YET: Book Four, Treacle and Treason
a Guy Fawkes special due for release October 2012

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