Virtual Book Tour Dates: 7/16/14 – 8/13/14
Genres: Paranormal Romance
Blurb:
Ember
Winterstone is not having a good night. She wakes up in a dumpster.
Her neck hurts where her date used her as a meal. Vampire hunters
chase her, and the other vampires think she is the real queen,
especially since she is a day walker, eats food, drinks almost no
blood, and stands up to Zophia, the psycho vampire queen.
Ember’s
problems have just begun.
Her mother has
kept a couple of major secrets from her, the two men who make Ember
drool refuse to claim her, and the psycho vampire queen decides Ember
must die.
Excerpt:
The night I died, I
woke up into a world I thought only existed in the warped minds of
screenwriters in Hollywood and romance authors who wrote about the
dark, tortured soul looking for his or her soul mate. I mean, get
real. Vampires and werewolves are stuff of myth and legends.
Right?
Wrong. Wrong!
WRONG!!
Vampires are REAL.
How do I know this?
The night I died, I
woke up as a vampire. But of course, leave it to me to screw up the
whole process.
Okay, I am rambling.
Sorry about that, and I am sorry for apologizing, and I—you get the
idea.
By the way, I’m
Ember. Ember Winterstone.
I know what you’re
thinking. Ember the Vampire. I guess you are waiting for me to burst
into flames. Ha. Ha. The jokes are not funny. I did not pick my
name. That honor is my parents’ fault; or rather, it was my mom’s
fault. I do not know much about dear old dad. Mom doesn’t have any
pictures and she never said much about him other than he was special
and he had duties that came before their love, but he loved us very
much and wanted us to be happy.
I guess it was her
way of making excuses for a deadbeat dad.
Then, my mom married
Henry Taylor when I was ten.
She said I wasn’t
happy because I didn’t have a father and it was her job to make
sure I had one. I think mom was lonely. Memories don’t keep
you warm at night. Anyway, I ended up with a weird stepfather and an
even weirder, older stepbrother.
I don’t have a lot
of time this afternoon, lots of things to do to prepare for the
Halloween Ball, but I need to get my story down on paper.
First, I am a
reporter. My job is to tell stories, to get the facts into print so
people can read it. Second, I want to be the one telling my story so
it is accurate. So many biographies have errors or they make the
person sound more heroic than the person really was. Third, it gives
me a way to sort out the details and make some sort of meaning from
everything that has happened to me. Call it a therapeutic activity,
if you want.
Where does my
journey begin?
That’s easy.
It began on the day
I died and woke up.
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About the Author:
Rayne Rachels lives in
Texas with her husband and two very demanding cats. When she isn’t
creating stories, she can be found reading and honing her photography
skills. Rayne enjoys taking road trips, especially to the coast where
she fishes every chance she gets. She also enjoys visiting flea markets
and playing poker.
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