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Love is in the air, and to celebrate Valentine’s Day, I have a brand new novella. High school’s shenanigans, shifters, vampires, and an ecological disaster that has changed the face of the planet… What could go wrong on An Immortal Valentine’s Night? Only 99 cents for a limited time.
“The year is 2032, the planet has been ravaged by the Eco Death, humanity is forced to live under domes, and Dante Alighieri High School for paranormal pupils is preparing for the annual Valentine’s Night Party. The seniors have distributed old-fashioned valentine cards, and the Drako Del Sarto triplets are planning their big night out.
Darius has decided it’s time to confess his sentiments to Selene, a cute little vampire from his History of the Occult class.
Arianna and Daniel don’t want to hide their relationship any longer and are getting ready to talk to their families.
Serses has fallen in love for the first time, but he can’t talk about it with anyone else.
The rest of the school is alive with preparations, but not everyone has Love on their mind when it comes to a secret Valentine’s Night Party.”
An Immortal Valentine’s Night is the first YA novella in the Immortal Future series, starring the sons and daughters of Marcus and Alexander from The Immortals.
Well, as final as it can be, considering I’m forever tinkering with my covers. After more than ten tries, here is the one image I chose to describe The Lonely Wolf’s story.
Having finished writing The Lonely Wolf, I am in between projects, so I decided to give The Lost Centurion a makeover. I am still undecided on the background color for the cover, and I’m tinkering with the blurb. Thoughts?
The chains of Love are stronger than the bonds of Revenge
Marcus has sworn to avenge his wife’s death—even if it takes an eternity to hunt down the vampire who murdered her.
Once a Roman Centurion, Marcus is now immortal and, for the past two thousand years, impervious to human emotions but for his hatred for the vampire race. Until the night he rescues one of them, a frail newborn vampling, Diana, and she becomes his responsibility.
Hunted by vampires, Marcus must choose between avenging his dead wife or saving Diana from the same man who ruined his life. Will the power of love win over his desire for revenge? Bewitched by the Amalfi moon, he soon discovers life might still surprise him.
Despite being born under an unlucky star, the fifth title in The Immortals series is out. To thank my loyal readers, instead of virtual chocolates and cards, I’ve decided to put An Immortal Valentine’s Day free for three days, starting today and ending on Saturday.
At the moment, the novella is climbing the ranks, and with some help it could reach the podium in one or more categories. So, please, grab a copy, share the news, and, if you liked it, leave a review. Crossing fingers!
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #747 Free in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Free in Kindle Store)
- #6 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Paranormal > Demons & Devils
- #6 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Paranormal > Angels
Once a playboy, Alexander Drako is now the happy father of three and eager to celebrate Valentine’s Day with a special party held on Friday night to accommodate his nocturnal vampire friends. Everything is ready except for a small detail. Alexander has forgotten to buy the roses and orchids for his beloved Ravenna. Unable to disappoint her, and accompanied by his loyal friends, Marcus and Samuel, he sets out for Wolf’s Haven, a rehab center for paranormals, hoping to find some flowers left for sale in their greenhouse.
After a honeymoon around the world that lasted half a year, Peter and Ophelia have just landed back in Rome. While he would like to relax in their apartment, Ophelia is eager to see her friends. Most of all, she can’t wait to hug Quintilius, her adoptive father.
Ophelia’s call reaches Quintilius at Wolf’s Haven, where he’s volunteering, and he rejoices at finally seeing her again. However, he isn’t thrilled to see Peter, the man who stole the heart of his little princess. A sudden crisis at the rehab center forces Quintilius to focus his thoughts and energies on looking for Luisa, a girl who’s run away with a dangerous gang member.
By fate’s design, all the friends have reunited at Wolf’s Haven and agreed to help Quintilius in his quest. Will they be able to save the girl and return to their loved ones in time to celebrate Valentine’s Day?
The Hidden Demon, book #4 in The Immortals, is available for preorders on both Amazon and Smashwords. As per my previous releases in this series, I will price it at 99 cents only at launch. It is my way of thanking my loyal readers who never cease to amaze me with their kindness.
A pariah among paranormals, Peter can touch the dead and read their last thoughts. Once an angel, now a demon, he is only tolerated by most because of his gift. Cursed with the power of influencing every woman or man he touches, Peter has lost any hope to experience true intimacy and companionship.
Headstrong and sensual as only werewolves can be, Ophelia is desperately in love with her best friend, Samuel, who is in love with someone else. In the middle of her personal crisis, Rome is taken by storm by the latest archeology discovery, and as a forensic anthropologist, Ophelia is called to shed some light on the remains of a young couple embraced for eternity.
Peter is sent to the site to help identify the dead. Amidst Roman villas’ ruins and a mystery that has lasted for two millennia, he meets the striking werewolf, and Ophelia’s exotic beauty and sharp tongue pique his interest immediately.
Ophelia, too, is affected by Peter’s magnetism. Despite her heart belonging to someone else, Ophelia feels a pull toward Peter at first sight. An attraction that only grows stronger despite her doubts.
Unfortunately, what has started like any other reading for Peter soon becomes a nightmare in which real enemies from several factions want him and Ophelia dead rather than let them discover the truth.
Will they survive a manhunt the likes of which Rome has never seen? But most of all, will Peter and Ophelia remain unscathed by the fire of their burning passion?
Seagulls squawked high above in the sky, and the brine from the sea tickled Peter’s nostrils. He was now replenished, but still restless. Ophelia had set his senses on fire and he gave in and touched her. He had made it look necessary to get her over the wall, but the truth was he had been dying to place his hands on her. The sparkle between them, however, that he hadn’t expected. Even through the gloves and her clothes, he had felt the synergy building between them and she had felt it too. He had never lost his control with a woman, and now, as a result, he needed to tend to his body. He thought about diving in the cold waters, but knew swimming would only excite him more. Time to collect another object for his memories collection. After a brief shower, he drove back to Rome, to the nightclub barges anchored alongside the Tiber River. He had several favorites, but decided to try a new one tonight, the Arco di Trionfo under Vittorio Bridge.
The place, nothing more than a dive despite being pretentiously named after the Arch of Triumph, was well assorted in the human variety. Peter didn’t care for alcohol, but usually a large crowd meant the beverages were either good or cheap. Or both. He couldn’t understand human’s fixation for getting inebriated. He’d never been drunk. His body metabolized alcohol at such a rate, he had never felt any effects. He also didn’t like to pick up women who were intoxicated. He wanted them to know what they were doing before he removed his gloves and touched them.
He saw the brunette before she saw him. He strolled toward her, and sure enough, she felt his presence. She smiled at him and he coked his head to the side. She nodded and followed him outside. Peter preferred the nightclub barges because there were plenty of secluded corners under the Lungotevere bridges, and he wasn’t always in the mood to follow them to their homes.
Last night, he had needed the diversion with the two women and accepted to go to the redhead’s place. But now he was going for something fast, and the arched alley just around the corner from the barge would do. The young woman was curvaceous and her hair bounced over her back. She was lovely, and kept smiling at him, but he saw beneath the façade and found her sadness.
He pushed her against the concrete wall as he lowered his mouth over hers to stop her from saying her name. Not quite kissing her yet, he whispered, “I can only give you this.” Still wearing his gloves, he brushed the side of her ribcage and stopped just under her breast. “Nothing more.”
She moaned and arched her back to press herself against him. “It’s enough.”
Peter removed his gloves and caressed her jaw. Her eyes widened at the onslaught of feelings he elicited with a single brush, lust instantaneously overwhelming her senses. He had to cover her mouth with his, least she screamed as he raised her skirt and lowered his jeans. Casting her panties aside, he joined their bodies with a swift thrust. He grabbed her legs and she was fast in anchoring herself to him as he rocked in and out of her, making sure the woman experienced the highest peaks of pleasure several times before he let himself reach completion.
He had to help her stand when he finally lowered her to the ground. Her eyes half-closed, she sought one last kiss. They asked so little of him, and a kiss meant nothing to him. His eyes went to a small barrette holding her black curls to the side. In the throes of passion, the barrette had come loose and was now dangling from a silky strand. Small, delicate fabric rosettes in pastel colors decorated it. One rosette was missing and showed the yellow glue underneath. Almost childish in his innocence, that object was his collected memory for the night. He wore his gloves and breathed a deep breath.