Interview with Dawné Dominique, Author of The First Series

A multi-published and award-nominated author of paranormal erotic romance and fantasy, Dawné Dominique's novels instantly hook readers until that last page is read.

Although published in the US, she's a Canadian author through and through. The second novel of her vampire series, Dark Diary, II: The First, is set in Winnipeg, Manitoba, where she resides with her family, and Gunkers, a stray cat she recently saved, and Chumbly, their newest addition to the feline household.

She embraces life with one simple rule: “Everything in life happens for a reason, be it good or bad, and it’s because of this we learn to never take anything for granted.”

Drop by to pay her visit at: www.dawnedominique.com or www.DusktildawnDesigns.com.

Where did you grow up?

I was born in a small Ontario town called Alison Simcoe Co. People used to ask me if I was born in a baby factory. *chuckles* It was an army base way back when. My sister and I were the first set of twins born there. For the record, she's forty-five minutes older than I am. That's why our mom likes her more. *smiles*

What is your fondest childhood memory?

The very first time I ever saw my mom and dad kiss. I was about twelve years old, and I've never forgotten it.

When did you begin writing?

Since I was old enough to hold a crayon, then I'd draw pictures to go with the stories, but it wasn't until the late 1990's early 2000's, after I joined a writing site that I seriously began to hone my craft.

Do you write during the day, at night or whenever you can sneak a few moments?

Well, I'm a contracted paralegal three days a week, and a cover artist for the rest. I write primarily at night because that's when my mind is the most creative. The week leading up to a full moon, my creativeness explodes. Whether it's writing or cover art, it doesn't matter. Some people have called me a were-author. *blushes*

What is this book about?

Crimson Cries is my most recent release and the fourth novel in my vampire series called The First. It blends biblical facts with fiction to give readers a very logical explanation as to where and how the first vampires and wolves came to be. Eden's Hell, the novel that begins the series, was nominated for an EPIC because of its uniqueness from all the other vampire novels out there. This series is definitely not your ordinary bloodsucking series.

What inspired you to write it?

You may get a chuckle out of this, but I entered a writing contest. The prompt was to write a chapter length story about a "unique" vampire. I won the contest, but every critique I received said "it's too short." Thus, Daniella Rolfe was born. She doesn't have to feed every night like other vamps. Only once a month. Like a woman's period, instead of expelling blood, she has to replace hers. So she hunts for a large man for one night of suck and, well, you know. It is erotica after all. Daniella has three days in which to do so. If she doesn't, the hunger can lead to blood madness wherein she risks losing herself in the feeding and can rip the victim apart. Daniella kills, but she's discriminate about who lives and who dies.

Who is your biggest supporter?

I have some very dear friends who have been with me right from the beginning. My associate at the office hadn't read a book since she was a junior high student. After she picked up my series, she told me that it has prompted her to begin reading again, except... she hasn't found an author she likes as much as me. That statement has had a profound effect on me. I lost my big brother a couple of years back. After he died, my joy and love for writing disappeared into sadness. She brought me out of my despair in more ways than one.

Are you a member of a critique group? If no, who provides feedback on your work?

Indeed, I am. There was a time I also moderated a Young Adult novel group in there, but my time right now is too consumed with my own writing and my cover art business.

Who is your favorite author?

I have a lot of them, but J.R. Tolkien and Anne Rice are two of my favorites.

Do you have an agent or are you looking for one?

I don't have an agent. I shopped around for one for a time, but didn't really pursue it too strongly. I should have. I'm a Canadian author published in the US. Everything I do here, such as book signings,promotions, etc., I have to do on my own. It would be nice to have some clout and backup.

Was the road to publication smooth sailing or a bumpy ride?

My very first two submissions to publishers were accepted. That was the smooth part of the ride. However, one of those publishers ended up being absolutely horrid. The experience left me scarred for life. It's also a big reason as to why I became a cover artist too. But I believe that everything that happens in life, be it good or bad, happens for a reason. Even though it was a terrible ride, I learned so much about the publishing business. In the end, it was a great experience, if that makes any sense.

If you knew then, what you know now, is there anything you would have done differently?

The good, the bad and the ugly...it's all a learning curve, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I've met some wonderful authors and publishers along the way, and I've learned invaluable lessons.

Where can readers purchase a copy of your book?

You can find my books at my publisher, Purple Sword Publications, at 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dawn%C3%A9-Dominique/e/B003BE8MMK/

Barnes & Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/dawne-dominique

(please note that B&N also lists many books that I've done the author's cover art, but I didn't write them, I swear)

Do you have a video trailer to promote your book? If yes, where can readers find it?

Absolutely.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vSbqa4bHtc&feature=youtu.be


What is the best investment you have made in promoting your book?

I'm still working on that. Between my paralegal job and my cover business, I don't have a lot of time to promote myself, so Pump Up Your Book may turn out to be my best investment. *crosses fingers & toes*

What is one piece of advice you would like to share with aspiring authors everywhere?

Never give up. Be unique. And grow thick skin. You're going to need it.

What is up next for you?

This May or June, I'll be releasing a fantasy novel that I wrote many moons ago called The Tears of San'Ferath. It's about a land called Allanoria, with Druid Knights (who are good) and Nongéva Druids (who are evil). When the mage'ic begins to disappear because of the evil taint left by the Nongévas dark mage'ic, all the mage'ical creatures begin to die. When the last Druid Knight invokes a spell called The Undying Sleep on San'Ferath, the king of dragons who, incidentally, is the last dragon left, they do so in the hope of preserving whatever mage'ic is left in Allanoria. Then an illness called the Blue Fever sweeps through the lands and begins wiping out the humans. The prophesy of "The Cleansing" has begun.

Some five hundred years later, a freelance mercenary and dancer hold the key to restoring Allanoria's mage'ic, but it's a Nongéva Druid who awakens more than he bargained for.

For the record, there's no erotica in it. ; )

Is there anything you would like to add?

A HUGE thank you for having me here today. ☺

Now Available from MuseItHot Publishing: Passions Bite by Chastity Bush

When demon Derek Blain and his partner, Max, are sent to hunt down a vampire notorious for killing for fun, the last thing Derek expects to find is a vampire set on killing herself. Even worse, he feels a duty to save her. But there’s something about the beautiful woman who looks so tormented that pulls at his very soul.

Turned against her will and forced to kill, Caroline Montgomery has decided the only way to end her torment, and save the lives of innocent people, is to take her own. Only the pleading of a handsome stranger changes her mind. Now, Caroline is learning how to live without killing and, thanks to sexy Derek Blaine, is loving every minute of it!

When Caroline discovers the rogue Derek is hunting is her maker, she decides to help bring the monster down, whether Derek likes it or not.

But what neither of them knows is that the rogue vampire has set his sights on her for his mate…and he’s coming after her.

Can Derek take down the murderous rogue, and claim Caroline as his own before it is too late?
 
Warning: This story may contain material not suited for readers under the age of 18, including graphic sex, language and violence.
 
Read an excerpt!
 
“It’s been two weeks. I should be able to do this by now.”

Groaning, Derek walked to where Caroline stood. “It takes time,” he said again for what felt like the millionth time over the last two weeks.

He and Max were doing their best to teach Caroline how to defend herself but, much to their surprise, Caroline wouldn’t fight.

“I have to learn this.” She sighed, leaning against the heavy bag swinging from Derek's basement ceiling.

I have to be ready…
“I know you don’t want to hurt anyone.” Derek placed a hand on her bare shoulder, the warmth of her dampened skin sent blood racing to his groin. Stifling a groan, he continued, “But this is important.”

Derek's mind ran in circles. How could he get her to actually attack, which is what she would have to do, if Christian wanted her as a mate and came after her?

She would have to fight him, or risk Christian teleporting her to an unknown destination.
After only two weeks, he couldn’t imagine losing Caroline. Gazing at her from beneath his lashes, Derek admired her delicate beauty; something he never thought could be found in a vampire. Her sassy smile etched itself in his memory, her sweet scent lingered upon his skin. Her sass always amazed him and at times shocked him, but he couldn’t imagine her without it.
The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her, needed her.

“Where’s Max?”

Snapping back to reality, he answered, “Went to the grocery store. He should be back in just a bit and you two can spar. Until then, I’ll take his place.”

Coming to stand before her, Derek smiled as she took a step back.

She looked so delectable in her tight black shorts and pink t-shirt that hugged her pert breasts perfectly. He would have to thank Max for his choice in clothing.

“Now, come at me.”

Caroline blinked. “What do you mean, ‘come at me’?”

Groaning, Derek replied, “I mean, come at me. Attack me.”

Perching her hands on her hips she cocked a brow. “Now why on earth would I do that?”

This time Derek cocked a brow. “You have to learn to fight.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that but I don’t plan on attacking anybody. Shouldn’t you be attacking me?”

“What?” Derek breathed with exasperation.

“You know, so I can learn to defend myself?”

“Is this really happening?” Derek asked with irritation, waving his hands in the air.

No wonder Max has found a reason to shirk helping teach her to fight these last few days.

Laughing, Derek took another step toward her. No matter how annoying she was, he found it impossible to stay irritated.
“Okay.” He relented. “I’m going to come at you. I want you to do the move Max showed you yesterday. Do you remember it?”
Nodding, she smiled. “Yes.”

Against his better judgment, Derek charged forward.

In an instant, just as he expected, they both toppled to the floor.

Clutching Caroline to his chest, Derek turned to take the brunt of the fall.

“I thought you said you remembered the move,” he said.

“You’re bigger than Max.”

Taking a deep breath, Derek suppressed a shiver at the feel of her soft body lying atop his.
His control strung tight, he fought his rising need. Sliding his hand over her shoulder, he smiled.

Breathless, she murmured, “Are you going to let me go?”

Shaking his head, he tightened his arm around her waist.

AVAILABLE FROM MUSETITHOTPUBLISHING.COM!

Pages: 57

ISBN: 978-1-926931-41-8

Price: $2.50

Also available from MuseitHot Publishing is the author's paranormal romance novel, Taste of Terror.

Chastity Bush is the author of four published romance novels. She is the married mother of two great girls and currently resides in the small town of Whitefield Oklahoma. She loves to hear from readers and you can contact her anytime on her official website: http://chastitybush.webs.com.

Guest Blogger: Madeleine Drake, Author of Faery's Bargain (International Giveaway)

Our special guest today is Madeline Drake, author of Faery's Bargain.

Start With A Question: How to Write A Blog Post that Engages Your Readers by Madeline Drake

When my debut story, Blood Hero, was accepted for publication in March 2010, the release date was set for January 2011. Oh good, I thought. I'll spend the next few months reading books about promotion and platform-building, and then I'll still have half a year to come up with a plan and get started.


At the end of May 2010, my editor emailed me with good news. A hole in the schedule had opened up, and Blood Hero would release in July 2010 instead. "Woohoo!" I exclaimed to the ceiling fan as I did my happy dance. "My first story is coming out in just six weeks!"

It wasn't until I said it out loud until that the panic set in. My first story was going to come out in just six weeks—and I hadn't started on a promotion plan yet. I hadn't even finished reading the book on how to create a promotion plan, for goodness sake.

The thing that scared me most about promoting was blogging. I love writing stories, but blog posts are like little essays, and while I got good grades on my essays at schools, I was writing for a captive audience of one. Blog posts can't just be accurate or persuasive, they have to be entertaining, too. How could I be smart or funny or interesting enough to write weekly essays that other people would actually want to read?

I googled "how to write a blog" and found Darren Rowse's ProBlogger site (http://www.problogger.net/). While Darren's focus is on blogging for nonfiction writers (especially non-fiction writers who are using their blog to promote a business), he had a number of excellent articles on how to generate ideas. I printed out the most useful articles, and sat down on the couch to brainstorm—and voila, I had several dozen ideas for posts.

But when I thought about how much research I was going to have to do for each one, my heart sank. If I spent the time I needed to write the definitive essay on the history of vampires, I'd need to spend days researching for that one blog post—I'd have to give up writing my next story in order to promote my current one.

In desperation, I went to one of the blogs that I wanted to approach for a guest spot, and began reading old posts, hoping that inspiration would strike. As I read what other people had written and noted the comments that their audience had left behind, I realized that I was approaching blogging in the wrong way. I was thinking of it as a form of education.

The way I should have been looking at it was as a way to start a conversation. I didn't have to know everything on the topic I was presenting to my readers; I just needed to know enough to spark a discussion.

So I looked at my list of topics, and I generated a bunch of questions based on them—questions that I thought my readers would have strong opinions about. What was the first vampire book you've ever read and what did you think of it? Who's your favorite vampire and why? Why can't vampires and werewolves get along? What's your favorite thing about urban fantasy? If you could be a Greek god, which one would you be?

I put the question at the end of the blog post, and then answered that question myself as the body of the blog post, doing whatever research I needed to do illustrate what I was saying.

I couldn't have been happier with the results. Not only did readers leave comments on my posts, but many of them got actively engaged in the conversation—debating with each other, recommending books and movies, and contributing their own knowledge of the mythology being discussed. The conversations happening in the comments section were as interesting as my blog post (if not more so), and some of those readers began to follow me from blog to blog. One started contributing information from her own research into Chinese culture, another shared a wealth of information about Eastern European folklore. I may never meet these people in real life, but I treasure the conversations I've had with them online.

How do you come up with ideas for blog posts? What approaches have you found effective for engaging your readers?

Madeleine Drake writes feisty, fast-paced paranormal romance and erotica that spans the space-time continuum. Raised by a pride of cats, a friendly mutt, and the Sonoma County library system, she loves to read about ancient history and mythology, anthropology, gender roles, and sexual archetypes. Her published work includes Blood Hero (Excessica), Faery's Bargain (Cobblestone Press) and First Date (AllRomanceEbooks, in the Just One Bite vol 3 anthology.)



Her homeworld is located out past the constellation Orion, but she currently resides in Texas. You can find her online at http://www.madeleinedrake.com/.

FAERY'S BARGAIN

A witch gets more than she bargains for when she lends her magic to a Fae warrior

Tara's witchcraft has failed to save her naga-bitten nephew: the only cure is a rare Faery herb, impossible for a human to obtain.

Kane, a warrior of the Morrigan tribe, is bound to a baigh-duil. He needs a witch to help him send the soul-devouring monster back to its own realm, and he's willing to bargain.

It seems like a fair trade--the herb for help with a single spell. But what will Tara do when she realizes Kane can only perform sex magic and death magic?

Available from Cobblestone Press:

http://cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/faerysbargain.htm

Read an excerpt from Faery's Bargain!

Warning: Rated NC-17

First time in a thousand years the oracle's been wrong, and it's my question she blows. Kane glowered at the occult shop across the street -- a refurbished Victorian painted lemon-drop yellow and trimmed in white, with all the hand-carved flourishes picked out in gilt. Its windows swarmed with faceted crystals that sparkled like drunken pixies in the San Francisco sunlight.

It was too damned cheerful for a woman reputed to have faced down a naga in its own lair.

He stomped down his frustration, focusing on the cool air against his face and the scents of the ocean and car exhaust. The witch inside that candy house might not be the one he sought, but Kane had to admit she was skilled for a human. He could feel the thick, electric buzz of her wards even from across the street. She'd layered the shielding into the walls and powered it with the ley line that ran right beneath the building. Clever, but also dangerous. Tapping straight into the line for spell-work was like drinking from a fire hose. It required excruciating precision to siphon off just the amount you needed without drowning and heroic strength of will to resist the temptation to drink too deep. Kane had seen a mage lose control of a ley line in mid-spell once. The mage had suffered an agonizing death, and the damage wreaked by the botched spell had taken weeks to clean up.

Pain seared through him. The amulet tucked under his shirt flared hot against his skin, its fiery glow visible through the fabric. He hissed out a cantrip, repeating the chant until the pain dulled and the amulet cooled. I won't be able to maintain the binding much longer.

If the witch in the lemon-drop house couldn't help him, he was dead.

* * * * *

Time-yellowed pages slithered against each other as Tara folded the grimoire closed, letting her fingers explore the arcane symbols embossed on the cracked leather cover. Another ancient tome, another chunk out of her rapidly dwindling savings, another dead end. Meanwhile, Jimi continued to weaken under the care of his confused doctors. She didn't blame them, of course. Even if she could make them believe her, what could they do? My nephew was bitten by a half-man, half-snake monster straight out of Hindu mythology. What do you mean you don't have the right anti-venin?

Even more frustrating, she'd found a cure for the naga's poison -- crith-siol, a plant rumored to be cultivated by the Tribes of the Fae -- but it had proven impossible to get. For the last three months, she'd scoured book after book, hoping to find a substitute for the faery herb. As she searched, Jimi grew weaker. Tara had snatched the boy out of the naga's coils before the monster could eat him, but she hadn't saved him. She'd merely postponed the inevitable, and now she could do nothing but watch her nephew deteriorate, his body shutting down one system at a time. The last doctor had given Jimi a couple of months more, at best.

I wish Gran was alive. Gran would have found a cure by now. Or she'd have found a way to get the crith-siol, no matter what it cost.

Gran wouldn't have let Jimi get caught by the naga in the first place.

The brassy jangle of bells signaled the arrival of a customer. The jangle was cut short by a loud thump and a metallic crash -- the front door slamming shut. An impatient customer. Tara sighed, caught between irritation at the interruption and guilty relief for the distraction. She stepped into the front room of her shop.

The man in the black leather duster frowned at a rack of hand-crafted candles as if he found the colorful cylinders of beeswax offensive. He was tall, dark, and too beautiful to be called handsome. His long black hair was pulled back into a sleek braid, the severity of the hairstyle contrasting with the sensual planes of his face -- sloping cheekbones, amber-brown eyes under upswept brows, and a wide, full-lipped mouth over a strong chin. He was the sexiest man she'd met in ages, and if the humming in her head was any indication, a powerful mage. That delicious hum reverberated down her spine, lighting up her nerves as it went.

He looked up, and his frown evaporated in the flash-fire of another emotion -- something so intense it made Tara want to squirm.

Can I help you? she meant to ask. But when she opened her mouth, what came out was, "Mine."

Horrified, she barely managed to stop herself from clapping her hand over her mouth. Mine? Where did that come from? It had been a long time since she'd dated, but was she so lonely that the mere presence of an attractive man was enough to scramble her brains?

Apparently so.

The corner of his mouth twitched as if he were fighting the urge to laugh.

Tara flushed. "I mean, I make them. The candles."

He licked his lips, a deliberate, sensual motion, and Tara found herself mirroring the action before she could stop herself. What's wrong with me?

"Um." She cleared her throat and tried again. "Can I help you?"

The stranger smiled. "I believe you can, Bandraoi."

* * * * *

The oracle had been right after all. The witch's aura had responded to him at once, flaring in intoxicating reds and purples the moment she'd emerged from the back room. Her eyes widened with surprise, and the power he sensed sleeping within her stirred, brushing against his aura like a curious cat. He fisted his hands against the near-overwhelming urge to reach out and pet her. She had a touch of the Tribes in her. His body's reaction to it was sharper than a knife to the heart and hotter than a Beltane bonfire. It was like his first fight and his first orgasm squeezed into one frenzied moment.

His witch was short and curvy, and she'd wrapped her luscious figure in a clingy black dress that emphasized her hourglass shape. When she pursed her lips, his cock expanded as his imagination burst open, spilling one wicked fantasy after another into his brain. He pictured her moss-green eyes half-shut with delight, sweat gleaming on her skin, while her wavy gold hair clung to her bare shoulders. He imagined all that power crackling through him as she trembled in the throes of it, her silken voice raw with ardor.

She'd sensed the rousing of her Fae nature; he could tell by the slight quiver of her shoulders, the heat that bled over her cheeks, the pink tip of her tongue wetting her bottom lip. She was perfect -- except for the wariness that glimmered across her face when he'd addressed her by her proper title. Surely she knew Bandraoi was a term of respect among the Tribes? Or hadn't she recognized him for what he was yet?

* * * * *

UPDATED at 5:26 PM (EST)

So, your friendly neighborhood blogger dropped the ball when she posted this last night. I realized after the long day with shopping and kids (they are home for the second day thanks to the snowstorm that dumped over 20 inches of snow on us), that I was supposed to run a giveaway for a copy of Faery's Bargain.

So, here are the details:

1) You must be a follower of The Book Connection to win.

2) Leave a comment on this post between 12:00 AM (EST) on January 13, 2011 and 11:59 PM (EST) on January 16, 2011.

3) Winner will be announced on Monday, January 17, 2011. Check The Boook Connection to see if you've won. You will not be notified by email!

4) The winner has 72 hours to contact me with a valid email address. If I have not heard from the winner within that time frame, I will select a new winner.

Good luck to all who enter!

My Serbian Wolf by Charisma Knight

Niko sacrificed himself once for the sake of his pack, but will he discover another lesson of self sacrifice that may release him from his spiritual imprisonment?

Centuries later, he discovers his life mate, Rebecca, the one who can make him whole once again. For Niko and Rebecca, a second chance at love is just a breath away.

Read an Excerpt!

 Clutching the bed furs, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and a slight breeze caused the flames to sway in a smooth fluid motion, in such a strange hypnotizing way. It was no secret, once again she'd been thrust into an alternate reality.

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh.

The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the door- frame she caught a glimpse of Niko's large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes.

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night.

She smiled. "I've missed you. Her pulsed quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers.

"And I've missed you, Ljubavnica (lee oo bav neet sa)."

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three appeared to float into the room. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invade her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers, that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body.

His features appear to be carved from stone and adorned with tell-tale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid forties, but she knew Niko was centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes that were now black as obsidian. She released a breath and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Those eyes possessed ancient unspoken secrets, and promised hours of forbidden carnal pleasures.

Purchase My Serbian Wolf here!


Charisma Knight lives in the Maryland area with her darling daughters and her overactive imagination. Her love for vampires prompted her to pursue writing in March 2009.

Vampires are her first love. Werewolves, ghosts, and dragons follow close behind. She writes of old or “cursed” souls who are reincarnated over the sands of time. Quite often these souls must atone for past sins they care not to remember before fulfilling their destinies.

Her stories contain an erotic wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled within. On occasion, one will discover some stories deal with real life situations. There are certain trials and tribulations everyone faces while walking down that cobblestone road called life. Charisma enjoys writing about how her characters triumph over the hurdles in their existence.

You can visit Charisma online at http://charismaknight.yolasite.com/

Author Spotlight: House of Immortal Pleasures by Katie Salidas

Blindfolded and kidnapped, Daphne is whisked away to the famed, House of Immortal Pleasures, a Vampire-run Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada.

Sometimes the only way to mend a broken heart is to get back in the saddle. At least that is how Daphne’s friends see it. And since Daphne isn’t showing any signs of letting that happen, they take it into their own hands. With a few shots of liquid courage, a pat on the ass, and a donated gold card, Daphne is unwillingly sent into fantasy room 123 to meet her creature of the night, Connor.

It’s Connor’s job to seduce and entice Daphne to try all the expensive, sexual services on the menu. And he is prepared to do just that, until he peers into her mind and sees the damage done by her broken heart. After learning of her past pain, Connor’s plans change. No more is this a game of seduction to pad the pockets of the brothel owner. Connor decides to lavish Daphne with real attention and affection. Something she desperately needs. He will heal her heart the only way he can, by showing her she is beautiful, desirable, and sexy.

Visit Rising Sun Books to read an excerpt!



The youngest of four children, Katie has always had a desire to entertain. Since, early childhood, she’s dreamed up fantastical characters and scribbled them into pages of various journals and notebooks. Taking an interest in vampires at an early age, she devoured every book, featuring those blood sucking creatures, in any genre she could find. She claims that, of all the monsters out there, vampires had always been the most interesting.

It was only natural that a love of reading about vampires, and a love of writing, turned into a desire to write her stories. Thus, Immortalis Carpe Noctem was born along with House of Immortal Pleasures.

A Las Vegas native, having grown up in the famed City of Sin, Katie loves to feature it as a recurring setting for many of her stories.

Visit Katie online at http://myimmortalstories.blogspot.com/.