Happy Saturday folks! Please give a warm welcome for my guest blogger, and author of Black Rayne Silent Screams, Yvonne Nicolas. This is book one of The Dragon Queen Series. First, let me say, this book is riveting! The cover attracted me, and after reading the excerpt on Yvonne's FB page, I purchased it. What can I say, if you're a lover of the paranormal, this is a must have. To sum it up, Black Rayne Silent Screams is a dark read that pulls you in from the beginning and will have you on the edge of your seat throughout the entire book. This series is going to go far, I can feel it. I see it as a NY best seller. A movie should be made..
Oh, and don't even get me started on Demetri. Mr. Suave, 17th century nobleman dude that has the power to melt the panties off you with a mere gaze. Now, that's my kind of vampire. He's so intriguing and mesmerizes you with his first appearance. If death presented itself to me in the form of Demetri, I'd be more than willing to embrace it. Damn, how dark is that? Buy the book. If you're a true lover of the vampire, you'll be able to relate once you read it....
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Thank you for having me Charisma! I’m honored to be here.
Five years ago if someone told me I’d be an author one day, I would’ve laughed at them. In the back of my mind, I had always wondered if I could write an erotic novel, but was content with just reading them. I remember the day I sat down at my computer and told myself I was going to give writing a try.
Two authors in particular were my inspiration. Zane and Anne Rice.
After I realized I could actually write a book, I wrote, Designing Love. The idea for this novel came to me while working as an Architectural Designer for a small firm in Florida. The storyline for this one came easy to me and the love scenes came even easier.
The hero in the story, Devon, has the attitude many architects have to this day. Arrogance, yet brilliant. On the other hand, Josephine shares his brilliance, but is humble about her work, which mirrors the personality of a friend of mine who is a fabulous interior designer.
In my head, their love affair started out as a sweet romance. By the time it streamed from my brain to my fingers, it became a hot, steamy bowl of lust. LOL! Hey, what can I say? That’s where my muse takes me.
I appreciate and love all of the emails I’ve received from readers expressing their enjoyment of my writing. And to answer the question that many have asked, yes, I am writing a sequel to Designing Love.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to all you who support me. As long as God spares me with life and health, I’ll continue to wow the readers with my off the wall tales.
Black Rayne Silent Screams was a novel I’d wanted to write for some years, but was too chicken to do it since the very idea of it was pushing boundaries and breaking rules. Rules are made to be broken, right? *grin*
This story played over and over again in my mind as a dark journey where there are many obstacles and unrestrained sexual desire along the way. After being persuaded by a few friends, I typed my thoughts out and the edgy urban fantasy was born.
The idea to put a 17th century nobleman with a 21st century hip-hop diva seemed farfetched at first thought, but I somehow made it work. Though they are total opposites in every way, shape and form, they are drawn together by the sheer fabric of dark passion and the duty to protect a world that has no knowledge of the impending doom that’s about to fall upon them.
The next book in the series is Black Rayne Scarlet Moon. Like Silent Screams, this story is filled with lust, action and death. But on this one, I had to push the boundaries ju-u-ust a little further. *snicker*
You can find both novels and Red Rose Publishing.
Black Rayne Silent Screams Blurb
R&B sensation Sharayna “Rayne” Piers lives a life dedicated to her music. On stage and in the studio, she pours her heart and soul into the lyrics of her songs. But every since her twentieth birthday, her seemingly normal life has taken a turn to the dark side.
Piercing screams and horrid visions of horrendous acts of murder haunt her night and day. Women similar to her in age are vanishing all over the world without a trace, leaving Rayne wondering if the mass of disappearances are connected with her visions.
Soon she will discover that the world she was raised in is just a cover to what really hides in the shadows, and that her life as a human is a deception to mankind, a guise to conceal her true nature. Will she shun the darkness that has befallen her or step up to the throne to become what she was created to be…the Dragon Queen?
Rayne’s heart began to thump erratically. A static charge started at her head then worked its way down to her toes. In waves, it rolled back up her body and left the center of her back pulsating.
Bewildered, she dropped her eyes to the ground and reached back to brush her fingers over the dragon tattoo she had slapped on her back years ago in Hong Kong.
Why was it throbbing?
In the thick of her confusion, time shifted in slow motion, and then everything went mute. No longer could she hear the sounds of cars whizzing by, or the chatter of the people walking along the strip. She could only hear the rapid heartbeat knocking against her chest.
A presence, she felt a presence that made her insides churn. She’d felt this presence before, in her mind. Could it be him? Demetri? Had he actually found her? Nervously, she clutched the end of her shirt and scanned the area for just a glimpse of him. No one stood out. No one even looked her way.
Was he teasing her, or was her mind truly playing tricks on her? Damn!
Along the side of the street, a cab pulled up next to her. The driver, a middle aged man with a cropped haircut and broad smile, stepped out of the car, trotted around it and opened the back door for her. Compelled, she found herself sliding into the vehicle without a question asked.
It was a quiet ten minute ride to the beach. Still smiling, the driver helped her out then waved for her to follow him. The rubber soles of her Tims dug into the sand as they trudged along the deserted beach.
Off in the horizon, the pale pink tint from the moon beamed over the small waves in the ocean and the light grains of sand. They sparkled under her appraisal like a trillion tiny diamonds in the spotlight.
The driver led her to a small gazebo with sheer red curtains covering the openings. Through the transparent fabric, a chaise lounge sat in the center of it. On the side was a tall bucket filled with ice, chilling a large bottle of wine. Long metal torches set on either side of the shelter added to the glow already cast from the orb above.
She turned to question the driver to find him nowhere in sight.
A sudden breeze blew ripples over the water and pushed the curtain back, as if to welcome her into the cozy enclosure. Swallowing hard, she moved forward.
“Do you like it?” A deep croon brushed the side of her neck.
Startled, she whirled around and tumbled back. Before she could hit the ground, a pair of hands caught her. She was drawn against a hard body. Her breath came out in shorts spurts as his arms circled her waist.
“Oh God,” was all she could whimper.
Deathly afraid to look up in his face, she clutched the lapels of his jacket and squeezed her eyes shut. Panic picked at her nerves then she realized she was holding her breath.
Breathe Rayne, breathe.
This was no dream, nor vision. It was actually happening. The alluring scent of him swirled around her. He smelled so good she almost passed the hell out.
His fingers slipped beneath her chin and tilted her face up to his. “At your request, I am here for you.”
She opened her eyes and her next breath got caught in her throat.
Jet black, wavy hair draped his broad shoulders, and framed his porcelain face. Accented by a fan of thick black lashes, bright and exotic eyes, shimmering like the ocean beneath a full moon, were fixed on her.
Never in her life had she seen a man so incredibly beautiful. Just looking at him made every muscle in her body tingle.
“Demetri?” she whispered, giving into the shudders ripping up and down her spine.
His sexy lips curved up in a smirk, enhancing his beauty as he slowly removed her shades. “Hello, Angel.”
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Bound by his sweetly spoken command, Rayne closed her eyes. Pure rapture flowed beneath his skin. Her nipples hardened and stung, her clit ached to be touched. Her breathing hitched as he drew her closer to him. She slipped her palm around his neck. His hands circled her waist then slid over the curve of her ass.
The temperature between their bodies rose to a blazing inferno. His veins began to pulsate beneath her touch.
She felt the blood, sensed it—the new evil blood that coursed through his being. This blood aroused her, called to her. It evoked a yearning within her, which kindled a ravenous fire. She wanted it. Her lips quivered with the need for a taste.
Digging his fingers within her hair, he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips against her temple. “Feel it,” he whispered.
Suddenly, gut wrenching screams entered her mind followed by images of unfamiliar faces, tortured faces, bloodless faces. Gasping, she withdrew her hands and attempted to pull away, but he locked his arms around her waist and held her against him.
“Embrace it,” he demanded hauntingly.
Her mind was swamped with panic, but she couldn’t erase the need to have him inside of her. She felt so damn twisted. “You killed them.”
“I did,” he responded softly, teasing the few strands of hair hanging along the side of her face. “You knew I would before I left you tonight.” The flames from the floating candles flickered violently with his words. “You knew I needed to, didn’t you?”
Not able to form words, she shook her head. Would it always be this complex while with him, torn between being scared shitless and horny out of her mind?