Please Welcome Max from Of Course I Try

1. Good evening, Max. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself?
Hello and thank you for having me here.

A little about myself? I'm an investor, which means I make money by purchasing land and antiques at a bargain and reselling them for what they are truly worth. It's the world's easiest way to make a living, especially in this economy. To be honest though, when people are selling something for far less than it's worth due to need, I tend to throw in a little something extra. I've learned over the years that karma's a bitch, so I try to take care of good, honest people when I can.

The antiques are because of my love of history, specifically the first half of the twentieth century. Too many people neglect that era in favor of the imagined splendor of earlier periods or the nostalgia of the fifties forward. Every time has its hardships, but most ignore the work of the downtrodden in favor of riches. To me the time from World War I to World War II saw our nation in the most agony it's ever suffered, and the beauty that arose from the smoke and ashes is simply astounding.

(shakes off a faraway look)

I'm also fond of beautiful women and a good glass of wine—preferably red.

2. You seem to be a pretty take charge guy. Do you find that women respond to that quality?
While I don't let people walk all over me, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself take-charge. To me that implies ordering others around, and I don't like to do that. Especially since I have the ability to make you do whatever I want, even against your will. (pauses a moment while he lets that comment sink in) Using such powers to control people would make me little more than an animal, and an animal with a small brain at that. And I refuse to believe I'm not better than that.

I'd rather read people and lead them to what it is they really want. In my experience, an equal number of women are repelled by that as are drawn to it. Being with a man who can see that deeply into your soul is a frightening prospect for some.

3. How old are you?
That's a rather impertinent question now isn't it? Perhaps I should turn it around on you. How old do you think I am? (laughs after a long pause) Let's just say I'm old enough to know how to stay out of trouble and young enough to dive headfirst into it anyway.

4. What is it like working with your author – is she susceptible to your charms?
Seleste is…stubborn—she rarely listens to my advice on how things should go—but I know in her own way she adores me. Worships me really. You should see the dreamy expression she gets when she looks at my picture and plots the next bit of torture she plans to inflict. If I wasn't already so committed to Jocelyn…but I digress.
For those of you who are so inclined, here's a little snapshot into the way Seleste sees me (excerpt from Of Course I Try):
I cry out his name. The only word that matters. Max.
Soon enough, I can't even feel. Then there is nothing.
When I wake in the morning, everything is hazy. I remember coming over, remember the sex. The incredible, mind-altering sex, but then I'm blank. It isn't the first time.
There's a note on the pillow next to me.
Jocelyn,
I'm glad you came back. You have no idea how much I missed you.
Love forever,
Max
Something clicks in my brain, and I realize it isn't the first time I've read those words either.

5. How can readers reach you and buy your book?
The easiest way to reach me currently is through Seleste, she handles all my mail at her email: selestedelaney@gmail.com

As for my book, that is available at www.decadentpublishing.com as well as Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords, 1 Romance Ebooks, and quite possibly other online retailers.

6. Anything you’d like to add?
Yes, a lot of people judge me by what they first see, but I'd caution them that there is much more to me than what is on the surface. Don't judge a book simply by its cover and that sort of thing.

Thank you very much for having me here.

Have a happy and safe Halloween, and as always, I recommend garlic and wolfsbane. Actually, skip the garlic—it doesn't work at all.

We have been graced with the presence of Claire Devereux

1. Good evening. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself?

Good evening and merry meet Kate. As you know, my name is Claire Devereux and I'm a seventh generation witch. I'm married to a wonderful man who's also a gypsy. To say we've had an interesting marriage is only the beginning of that story. We have a lovely daughter, Simone, who's fallen into a bad situation with two poltergeists at the estate my late sister-in-law left to my daughter. Nasty business, but there's a serial killer who may have murdered Celeste. That's my main concern as I sit in the estate writing a spell that will relinquish the 100 year-old curse on the Irish brothers.

2. I understand you have a particular type of talent?

Yes, each of the women in our family line of witches has been blessed with a talent. Mine is the ability to touch/know. I touch objects and people to know what their history is and what they're feeling. Part empath, part historian, but I've learned to use my gift over the years with great success.

3. Is it difficult to function in ordinary life when you have so much other input coming to you?

When I was younger and newly married, I had difficulty handling my husband's clothes and objects. I would see other women from his life before me and just smolder with jealousy. My Aunt Margaret generously bound me with a spell so I couldn't use my gifts on my husband. I never told him, some things a witch does are private. Over the years, I've learned to compartmentalize my touch/know ability and only use it when there is a need. I work hard on my spells and am considered one of the foremost authorities in California with my coven.

4. Everyone always wants to know if a witch is white or black magickally inclined. What answer do you give to that?

That's a tricky question. To protect my family I would use whatever magick that works quickly and decisively. As a true witch, I have a responsibility to my family and coven. I try to stay ethical and don't use magick to force favorable decisions against someone's will. On the flip side of that coin, don't mess with my close loved ones or I can be a formidable witch. My wrath is deep, and knows no bounds if someone I love is in danger.

5. What is it like working with your author?

Cherie needed to do many rewrites to get the spell to work on the Irish brothers. I gave her a bit of trouble on that one; my emotions were all over the place. My daughter was in mortal danger, everything had to be perfect. Cherie also found me the herbs I needed at the last moment. Although, she put my husband and my daughter's lover at great jeopardy to do that. Overall, I think Cherie is flexible and as a witch herself, she's been supportive of my decisions to use black magick when necessary to ward off the serial killer. I appreciated that Cherie stuck close to the actual events that took place at the estate.

6. How can readers reach you and buy your book?

I live in San Francisco and all email can be sent to Cherie De Sues in San Diego at cheriedesues@gmail.com. You can find the author at one of her two websites at http://www.cheriedesues2.com or http://www.cheriedesues.com . Cherie can send the information on to me, but I might be slow to answer, I've had my hands full lately. The novel from our family's story can be found at Amazon or Noble Romance Publishing.

7. Anything you’d like to add?

As Samhain soon approaches, I'd like to offer your readers a spell to summon friendly spirits. You'll also find easy-to-follow instructions for a dumb supper, if you're so inclined, at Cherie's paranormal author blog, Irish Gypsy's Parlor.

To see or summon the spirits inside a home or cemetery, our family Grimoire suggests the following incense mixture. (A grimoire is a textbook of magic to create or learn about magical talismans, amulets, magical spells, charms, divination and summoning entities like angels, spirits, or demons.

1. Create your circle. I use spilt salt for this summoning.

2. Mix together aloe, pepper, musk, vervain, and saffron as a burning incense. If you know the person, add a bit of their perfume, aftershave, favorite flower, or their preferred tobacco when they were alive to attract their attention.

3. Use symbolic items to connect you to the entity. Their hair brush, car keys, comb or toothbrush would do nicely.

Use this incantation to bring the spirit to you.

I call the guardians of the Spirit World to hear my plea.

Guide me in this hour to bring ____ to me.

Those I do not call are not welcome in this place.

Only the soul known as _____ may enter this sacred space.

Repeat three times every ten minutes until you feel their presence in the room. This takes time and mental focus. You may feel their touch, their scent, a breeze upon your face or the candles may flicker. Now is the time to say your peace, ask your question or say goodbye. Once you've finished, remember to thank the guardians for guiding you.

Thank you for having me Kate.

Blessed Be. )0(

Thank you for coming Claire, and for sharing the spell for the readers. It's a good time to remember those who are gone ahead, and your gift is appreciated. Brightest Blessings to you and to Cherie as well.

Dangerous Love's Dirk and Ladislav Are Here in Person

1. Hi Gentlemen, would you please tell us a little bit about yourselves.
D: I'm Dirk, he's Ladislav.
K: You don't strike me as the shy types, so how about a bit more info?
L: You're a witch.
K: Yes, is that a problem? You're a vampire.
L: Not as long as you mind your manners.
M: Ladislav, you're a guest. Park your attitude someplace in a cave and play nice. Sorry, Kate.
D: I'm the Master Prophet, Dirk. In the afterlife I'm a shape shifter and the leader of the Prophets. We are created accidentally when our careless vampire buds bite somebody and afterward, the human accidentally dies.
L: Bite me, Dirk. Those happy accidents keep your flock growing and give you something to do all day.
D: Don't quit your day job, Ladislav. Stand up comedians are a dime a dozen.
K: Okay, now that we've established Dirk's identity, how about your day job, Ladislav?
L: I am Ladislav Husek, the Ancient One, the leader of the vampire nation. We are the most powerful and largest legion of creatures in the afterworld.
K: No wonder Margie wanted safety measures around you. Do you like my copper bracelet?
L: Killjoy.

2. How do you know each other?
D: We have worked together about two hundred years, but who's counting? Prophets don't have a status in the afterlife and it really sucks. We're immortal but we aren't vampires, were, witches, faeries or any of those creatures. We enjoy creating mayhem and pain in defenseless humans as stress-relievers. We do a lot of work for vampires because they're busy doing vampire stuff.
L: Vampire stuff? Seriously, Dirk, you'd be bored out of your skull if we didn't funnel all these assignments your way. Vampires are normally quite peaceful creatures, but we have our issues. Rebels must be dealt with and there are vampires, like Wade Kairos, that can't seem to follow vampire law.
D: Did you have to bring his name up?
L: It's all over the book. It's not like he's a spoiler…although that ass Christophe spoiled him.
M: Ladislav, it's not nice to speak poorly of other characters.
L: When was the last time you had an attitude adjustment, Churchy, cuz you are really getting under my fangs.
M: You'd like that, but all I have to do is press the delete key and you're toast.
K: I think that's two rounds for Margie. What? Don't look at me that way, Ladislav or I'll cast a spell and rot your fangs.
D: Good one, Kate. I'd like to see that. Now we're getting somewhere.
M: Enough. As you can tell Kate, there's a huge amount of rivalry between Dirk and Ladislav. Dirk's flock is much smaller than Ladislav's nation, but they have a symbiotic relationship. It's strange but symbiotic nonetheless.

3. How do you deal with inefficient employees?
L: We kill them.
M: Nice, eh?
L: Here we go again. Don't you have a rosary to pray or something? Kate, darling, we don't have any of those human emotions or boundaries. If a vamp is out of line and can't be easily convinced to behave, we exterminate them. Simple. Why waste time trying to rehabilitate a creature that doesn't give a rat's butt about anything but where they're going to get their next pint of blood?
D: And we help Ladislav's Sergeant at Arms deliver the punishment. It's very rewarding work…. we enjoy it…it's fun…a creative way to spend eternity.
M: Dirk, are you done?
D: What? Is it a crime to enjoy your job? You do, hell you are always banging on that keyboard.

4. Speaking of that, how did you meet your author?
D: In a remedial writing class.
K: You have a crazy sense of humor, Dirk. But really, how did you meet?
L: Wade dragged her along to pick up a death certificate one day. Just showed up with her at my home in Brno. My life has been a public spectacle ever since. She's dragged me to more of these interviews and blogs than maggots on a corpse.
M: Geez, thanks Ladislav. I enjoy spending time with you, too, you freaking insomniac. How would you like me to . . . never mind.
K: Alrighty then, Dirk? How did you meet Margie?
D: Ladislav was having a little fun in a bar in Prague and needed my help. She was lurking. After that, she's pretty much followed me everywhere, too. Let me tell you, it's not good for my image to have a woman with her last name hanging around. Not good at all. In fact, Kate, I'll volunteer to do some favors for your witches if you take care of her for awhile.
K: Ahem, that would be a tall glass of wrong.
L: Another one. Geez, Churchy, don't you have any even half-evil friends?
M: Just you two.
5. How can readers find out more about you and maybe buy your books?
M: There are excerpts of Love Bites on the Noble Romance's website, on my blog, Romance With Sass:  (check out an Interview with a Vampire), and on my website: RomanceWithSass.com . You can also read reviews on my website. The book is available from Noble Romance and from Amazon (Amazon-UK), All Romance Ebooks, OmniLit, pretty much any large Ebook retailer.
The sequel: Dangerous Love, is going to be out November 22 from Noble Romance. And the third book: Redemptive Love is in the pre-writing stages.
L: That means she's thinking about it.
M: Yes it does.
L: And can my picture be on the cover of Dangerous Love since I pretty much own the book? M: I'll talk to the artist, Fiona, about that and see what Wade and Jui think.
L: The place is full of killjoys. Dirk, I think we need to go make some of our own brand of fun.
M: Just be back in time for the release, boys.
D: Whatever.
K: Nice guys.
M: Ya think?
K: Not so much.

Carrick from Ambrielle Kirk's Liaison is Visiting Today

1. Hi, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I’m known as Carrick and the meaning of that name is “Rock”. I have no surname—most demons don’t. I was given that name when my arch demon father ordered his servants to make a home for me in the caves when I was still a child. My home is among the rocks in the Otherworld. I am now a free roaming demon, but it has not always been that way. Have you ever felt like you were a prisoner of your own world? If so, you might understand my plight.

2. Where are you from?
I was born to a human mother on Earth, but have been residing in the Otherworld for most of my life. I was pretty much a prisoner there until I was summoned to Earth again by a witch. This witch is very special to me. You will find out why soon enough…I hope.

3. Do you find that people expect you to be bad all the time, being a demon?
Most people do expect me to live up to the reputation of a demon. For centuries, my kind have used humans either willingly or unwillingly for one thing, and that is their soul. You eat food to live and stay healthy. Don’t you? A demon’s food source is the soul and we need it to grow strong and thrive.

4. How did you meet your author?
You could say that I connected with my author through her soul. She is strong and determined and she was the only one that could tell my story to the world. I have always been quite the introvert, but it was so easy opening up to Ms. Kirk. She listens carefully without ridicule. There were times when we did not agree, but she bargains rather well. She let me into her world and I let her into mine.

5. How can readers contact you or buy your book?
I am a very busy man, yet I make time for readers and fans. Ms. Kirk agreed to take questions and emails for me. Here is her email address: ambrielle(dot)kirk(at)yahoo(dot)com. You may also keep up with me and other characters of my world at http://ambriellekirk.com and http://ambriellekirk.wordpress.com. The first book in the Soul Bond series, Liaison, is my story. My book is only the beginning, and as long as Ms. Kirk agrees to narrate the series, you will continue to read about more like me who are fated to live an eternity as a demon, hated and feared by humans. Do not let our reputation fool you—not all demons are deserving of ridicule. You will understand when you read the book.

Liaison: Soul Bond Book One by Ambrielle Kirk
Erotic Paranormal Romance


Blurb--

Fires raging in hell couldn’t match the hot, undeniable lust between a witch and a demon.

Hailed as Queen to her coven through the Ring of Power, Leona Moreau is the youngest witch leader to date. Lost in the Otherworld during her mother's reign, the Book of Power became Leona’s job to retain. Stuck in the Otherworld, Carrick struggles with an identity crisis and believes the Book of Power is the only bartering tool he can use to retrieve his soul from his evil, demonic father until Leona summons him to Earth. Attraction strikes between the witch and demon, but will Leona give up her fate as Queen to save Carrick’s soul?

Excerpt--
Leona crossed her arms over her chest and arched a perfect brow. "So, you do have it?"
Her insistency for the book matched his stubbornness to keep what was his. After all, her mother had given it up, so it was no longer hers. Why did she really call him? Was she trying to connect the book to the lost souls…and the lost souls to him? She didn’t trust him anyway and had even accused him of being a soul-stealer. "Yes, I have the book. If it’s the souls you are looking for, I couldn’t save them…or that of your mother. That demon died in a fire and carried them with him."
She cringed and shook her head.
"Tell me why you want it back." He had a feeling the reasons were more than keeping the knowledge away from demons.
"There are secrets that you should’ve never learned."
"Because I’m demon?" His father had told him that he would never fit in on Earth, despite his half-human blood. Humans were taught to fear their kind.
"That’s the main reason."
Would he be able to drag the others out of her? How could he explain to a witch that he had thought long and hard many times about bartering for his soul with her book? "Why is it so important to you if your mother gave it up?"
Leona stiffened, but drew in a deep breath before she answered. "She was possessed…not in the right state of mind when the demon lured her to hand it over. We know she made a terrible mistake."
"A terrible mistake, huh?" Carrick couldn’t read the language, but he had a hunch that the secrets it kept were important to Leona. What would’ve happened to her and her coven if he’d traded in her book? "You’ve managed without the book for several decades. This would imply that you or members of your coven know everything by heart. Why was this knowledge even written?"
"Demon, you ask too many questions!" She jumped up, rushed towards him, and tried to snatch his bag.
He grabbed her wrists, before they could reach his satchel, and clutched her to his chest. Blood rushed through his veins, quickening his pulse. No one touched his bag.
Curtains fluttered and whipped about as witch fury and demon intensity clashed. Chairs and furniture rattled against the floorboards. The crystal balls seated on the coffee table swirled with their magic and grew black. Candles went out and the scent of burnt wick fogged the room.
Carrick leaned in to bury his nose into her sweet-smelling hair. His face brushed against her soft cheeks, and she stiffened in his arms. Once her body relaxed, he released her wrist and snaked an arm around her waist.
Her chest pressed against his and her heart pounded with his own. With no desire to move away, he continued to absorb her scent. A shield of energy pushed at him. He recalled the summon's circle and her powers. It would take more than a witch’s spell to run him off. Little did she know, her powers were like a magnet to him. Leona was living proof that one so different from other humans could still live in the real world among them."I feel your power, Leona. Your energy could cause much damage. Do you use this for anything else other than destruction?"
Her eyes gleamed with anger as she struggled to break his hold. "I am not a witch of destruction. If it weren’t for you demons running amok, I might be able to devote all my time to healing."
"When was the last time you had a lover?" Carrick traced the soft outline of her jaw and paused to stroke the small cleft in her chin. She was so perfect and her floral perfume enchanted him. He couldn't get enough of her smell. Stroking the delicate curvature of her neck and collarbone, the pulse in her vein sped up under his fingertips. His hardened cock pressed against her belly. "When was the last time you used your energy to please yourself?"
Her eyelashes swept her cheeks as her body became pliant in his arms. "I…I don’t know."
Carrick wanted to give her what her body obviously desired. He understood her ache because he’d known the same for all of his life. His own urges consumed him and he needed… "You need release. That’s your problem, isn’t it?"
Leona parted her lips, but nothing came out. He licked his own, anticipating the taste of her.
"Well, I’d very much like to help you with the solution. Wouldn’t you enjoy that?"
Lust-filled eyes opened to meet his, but not before he spotted the flicker of doubt in them. Her opposition didn’t surprise him. After all, he’d known conflict all his life. He started to release her, but to his surprise, she took his hand and wrapped it around her waist.

Say Howdy to Latharn from Beyond A Highland Whisper

1. Hi Latharn, can you tell us a bit about yourself?
Good day to ye. Casts a furtive glance around the room while flexing massive arms. Do ye mind keeping your voice a bit low? If Deardha realizes my awareness travels out of the crystal, the vile witch will damn me straight to the abyss.
Relaxes a bit, a sad smile tugs at the corner of his sensuous, full lips. Have ye ever heard the saying, “Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned?” Well, I’m here to tell ye they should add a bit more to that phrase. Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned−and god help yer arse if the woman is a witch. I’ve been trapped in a crystal for over six hundred years, waiting for my beloved Nessa to finally speak the words to break the curse. I can speak to you and to my descendants guarding the crystal, but the curse forbids me to speak to Nessa when I appear in her dreams. Cocks a suggestive brow and gives a wicked grin. But e’en though I canna speak to Nessa, I communicate with her in other ways.
2. I understand you’re a real ladies’ man, what’s your secret?
Aye. My so-called charm is what landed me in this damn crystal. Folds arms across muscular chest and glowers. I have no idea why the lasses chase after me so. ‘Tis as if no one has ever shown them a bit of kindness. Mother said was because I always loved the bairns. Apparently, women tend to be rather tenderhearted toward a man who protects the little ones. Leans forward with a teasing wink. Of course, the lasses seemed verra satisfied with the way I treated them in other ways as well.
3. Any advice for modern men who would like to have more success with the ladies?
Eyes widen and shakes head. Hell no. The women of this time are complicated confusing creatures. Their beauty steals your breath away while their strange ideas boggle the mind. Frowns while thoughtfully tapping a finger against lips. But then again, they seem to like it if ye truly listen when they speak.
4. What’s under the kilt?
Warm, rich laughter rumbles accompanied with a wide smile Why a man’s pride of course! Another wicked wink And ye might take care about asking a Highlander such a question−he’s apt to show ye.
5. How did you meet your author?
Face grows thoughtful This strange flitting creature broke into my isolation one day. I believe she called herself a muse. She showed me the path to Maeve’s dreams so I might tell my story.
6. What’s she like?
Wide grin. Maeve Greyson? She’s a fine woman. Leans forward with a sympathetic nod. Of course, ye understand, she’s a bit addled and something of a dreamer but a good woman nonetheless.
7. How can our readers find you and buy your books?
Taps chin and frowns. I believe Maeve told me “Beyond a Highland Whisper” releases from a place called The Wild Rose Press in February 2011. Shakes head with a confused look. She also mentioned something about links to places where she can be found? Here. She told me to give you these:
Website: http://www.maevegreyson.com/
Blog: http://maevegreyson.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Maeve-Greyson/201843591747
Twitter: http://twitter.com/maevegreyson
Beyond a Highland Whisper Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9gqnYdghYY
8. Anything you’d like to add?
Eyes narrow and casts a worried glance around the room again. My time grows short. I’d best be getting back lest Deardha sense my energy. I’ve truly enjoyed our visit. The cold isolation of my prison sometimes gnaws at the edges of my sanity. Maeve said ye might like a bit of a peek into our tale. She asked that I give ye this passage where Nessa and her friend Trish have finally arrived in Scotland. By the way, please excuse the part about my nephew Brodie. The lad and his wife have no’ been married verra long and canna keep their hands away from each other:
Latharn stared across the room, flattening his hands against the frigid walls of his prison. It was her. She had arrived at last. His Nessa stood in Scotland, sharing the same room as the accursed globe. She was beautiful. The sight of her stole the breath from his lungs. He clawed his fingers against the glass, itching to touch the silk of her hair. He yearned to caress her, to take her into his arms. She was so close. She was almost within his reach.
“Nessa,” he whispered.
“Excuse me. I was wondering if you could give us some directions? I must’ve gotten an out-of-date map at the airport.”
A flustered redhead stood tapping her fingers on the counter where she’d already spread out a several-times refolded map. Her face was dark as a storm cloud; it was obvious she and her companion had been having a heated discussion. The elfin brunette stood just behind her. The brunette was not happy. She leaned against the counter glaring at the redhead. A disgruntled look upon her face, she rested her head on her hand as though she’d rather be anywhere but standing beside the redhead.
Latharn tore his eyes away from Nessa long enough to sneak a glance at Brodie. “God’s teeth, Brodie.” The man’s cock stood at full attention making a pup tent of the front his kilt. If they were outside, Latharn would call up an icy rainstorm to help the man bring things under control. Scrubbing his face, Latharn chuckled to himself and leaned against the crystal wall. Well, the lad was on his own, he’d just have to keep his randy arse behind the counter.
Brodie coughed and adjusted the front of his kilt as he edged closer behind the waist-high counter. His voice a bit strained, he cleared his throat and smiled at the two young women.
“Where might ye be headed? I’ve not seen ye here in town before. And from your accent, I don’t believe ye’re from anywhere near Balnakiel.”
The tiny brunette grinned, her face lighting up with a victorious smirk as she nudged the redhead in the shoulder. “I told you we overshot Durness an hour ago and you should’ve turned right at the last burial cairn!”
“That’s my girl,” Latharn purred. He loved it when Nessa showed her fire. She looked tired. What he wouldn’t give to massage all the aches and pains from her body. She worked too hard. Well, that would soon be over. When he was free of the globe, she would work no more. He would take care of her. She wouldn’t have a care in the world. Her life and her happiness would be in his hands. He would take care of her every need.
“Don’t start with me, Nessa,” the redhead hissed in irritation. “We always end up where we’re headed.” Her voice softened as she turned to face the politely smiling MacKays. With a nod toward the map, she added with a tight-lipped smile, “We just sometimes take the scenic route. Besides. I didn’t realize this was a race.”
“Hmm…that one there is going to be the undoing of some poor man,” Latharn noted with a grin. He had been watching Trish’s friendship with Nessa for years. Latharn missed the camaraderie he’d once had with his clan whenever he watched the two women together. It reminded him of just how isolated he was. He swallowed hard as he pushed the memories of his clan aside. Enough of this senseless bickering. It was time to put on a little show.

Today Rainyn Clery, Lord of the Night is with us

1. Good evening. Can you tell our readers a little about yourself? Good evening bella! I am Rainyn Clery, a classical musician and lord of the night who hails from the Victorian age. I also work at a male strip club/whorehouse for women and I truly dig rock’n’roll!
2. What do you find most challenging about being a vampire? I live in Florida, the Sunshine State. However, if I dare to step forth into the beams of the sun I’m pretty much melba toast. You do the math.
3. Do you find that people have a hard time accepting you just because you’re a vampire? For years I lead an exciting although somewhat lonesome life; it’s difficult not being able to reveal yourself to people; um, well, as a stripper I pretty much reveal myself to everyone, but you know what I mean! I always sought solace through my great friendships with my brothers of the night, Ramon and Xavier. And if the occasional lady discovered that my Facebook status should read Lord of the Night, I assured her that I don’t drink blood. I am a vampire of the incubus, meaning that I sustain myself through the sexual energies and excitement of women. For some reason the ladies seem totally cool with that concept.
I am very fortunate, though, to have found a woman—my beautiful Blythe—who truly understands and accepts me for who I am.
4. How old are you? I was turned when I was 21, back in Queen Victoria’s time; again I repeat, you do the math!:)
5. What is it like working with your author – is she susceptible to your charms? You mean the lovely Megan? She is our most loyal customer at Club Nuit. Her tips have personally financed a number of club remodeling projects, as well as accommodated the purchase of abundant supplies of G-strings and baby oil!
6. How can readers reach you and buy your book? Ladies, please write Megan or the gentlemen of Nuit anytime at goldenmuse@lycos.com. To buy a copy of Angel on Fire, which tells my story, please visit http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Angel+On+Fire/exact_match=exact
7. Anything you’d like to add? I want to send warm wishes and naughty notions to all of the ladies of the world; you are welcome anytime at Club Nuit! (winks)

Angel on Fire blurb:

Rainyn Clery is a gorgeous, kind-natured dancer at Club Nuit; a strip club/bordello where hot incubus vampires fulfill the deepest, darkest fantasies of everyday women. Despite his great passion for his work, Rainyn finds himself falling in love with Blythe, record company executive and Nuit regular.
Blythe Browning is engaged to marry Richard Billings, a city commissioner in her hometown of Clearview, Florida. Yet Richard's cruel, smug attitude drives

Welcome to Andre the Half-Demon EMT

1. Hi, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
My name is Andre, and I’m a half-demon EMT. What a combination, right? But being half-demon means I’m half evil, and no matter how hard I try to make up for it, I’ll always have an evil side. If being half-human has taught me anything, it’s that demons shouldn’t be allowed to walk the earth. They should be burning in Hell where they belong. So I’ve made it my personal quest to seek out every demon I can and banish them all. I have to make up for who I am somehow.

2. Where are you from?
Hell. Well, sort of. I was born in Italy in 1546. That’s where my mother lived. Until she died giving birth to me. Human women aren’t made to carry demon babies. So my father raised me, if you could call it that.

3. Do you find that people expect you to be bad all the time, being a demon?
Not at all. But that’s only because no humans know what I am. Except for Miranda. She only sees the good in me, and I hope that’s all she’ll ever see.

4. Who, I mean what’s your favorite snack?
Twizzlers. I love the taste of sugary plastic!

5. How did you meet your author?
She was filling in for a coworker who was taking a break. She started daydreaming, and I popped into her head. My story started flowing out, and she wrote it on the back of a calendar with a half-sharpened pencil. I was so insistent; she didn’t have a choice but to tell my story.

6. Do you find her easy to work with?
Of course. She may have created me, but she lets me call all the shots in the story.

7. How can readers contact you or buy your book?
You can reach me by emailing my author at carrie.pulkinen@hotmail.com
My book will be available at breathlesspress.com on October 8th.

8. Anything you’d like to add?
Just that I try my hardest to be a good person. I save as many humans as I can with the magic I possess, and I try not to let anything get in the way of my quest. Except for Miranda. I can’t get that woman out of my mind.