Here is Once Dance With A Vampire, book four in the Dancing Vampire series. Coming in 2014.
One Dance With A Vampire
The forth book in the Dancing Vampire Series.
A sexy Scottish highlander, Angus, is consumed with dreams of a fiery vampiric fey, Charlak. Their dancing steps came to a stop a year ago when he and she nearly died. Angus comes upon the alluring woman again and despite the danger, he has to have one dance with the vampire. Charlak dances across the field of heather as Angus’ muscular arms clasp her body tightly to his. An insatiable hunger rises in her and it isn’t for his blood.
From different worlds, fey and human, with her sisters and his brothers threatening at every turn to keep them apart, is there any hope of happiness for Charlak and Angus or any future for their forbidden love?
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
The first book I wrote, The Fox Prince was published by Awe Struck eBooks in January 2001 now it’s January 2014 – thirteen years ago. Thirteen years, that’s hard to believe. It’s still available but it has a new title, new cover, and I revised it -it’s now – The Celtic Fox
Blurb: A Celtic prince, Tryffin, searches for and finds his true love, Aelfrida, but to her, he’s a sworn enemy, she can never give her heart to him. Though Tryffin is a fearless champion in battling Saxons, fighting for Aelfrida’s love proves a greater challenge.
To save her foster father’s life, Aelfida is forced to wed the powerful Prince, who led the war band she blames for slaying her parents. She’s surprised at what a powerful temptation he proves to be to her body and her heart. Everything rests on the Saxon bride’s choice of vengeance or love.
She turned toward the bed and gasped in awe for it was strewn with roses.
“Nesta picked them for us,” he said hoarsely.
A silver bowl on the chest caught her eye and she walked over to it and picked it up. She sat on the bed and grabbed a long stem rose. Delicately, she peeled off a single petal. She let go. The red petal fluttered into the silver bowl. Gently, she plucked another petal; it floated into the delicate bowl. Intimately touching only one red petal at a time Aelfrida plucked the petals from every rose. After filling the bowl with a bounty of lush petals, she leaned down and breathed in the arousing fragrance.
Tryffin walked over and picked up the loose stems, then he dropped them out of the small, high window.
Aelfrida stood before a large tub filled with clear water. Clutching the bowl she turned it over. Petals fluttered through the air and floated onto the rippling water. She gazed down at the red petals drifting together.
She rose to her feet and peeled off her blue shift with a lazy, seductiveness.
Happy New Year,
The Dancing Vampires
Baobhan sith roam the highlands in packs and all of them are women, no men. Voluptuous and enticing, these beauties are always wear green gowns. Also, they have talons. No fangs. Like other vampires, they drink human blood and fry in the sunlight. Often referred to as dancing vampires, they target young men coming from pubs at night. The baobhan sith dance with them until the men grow exhausted. Then the vampiric temptresses transform their long nails into talons and rake them across the men’s backs. Clawing at their victim’s skin, draining their blood, then drinking it. So the baobhan sith are always female and their victims are always men.
Ever So Bonnie A Vampire
This is the third in my sexy dancing vampire series form Ellora’s cave.
Calin has had fantasies about the vampiric fey, Ever’s, warm, curvaceous body ever since they danced a year ago. When they meet again he waste no time in claiming and capturing her. Once the sun rises, Ever can’t leave the earthly realm and is bound by fey lore to the human, Calin. Though he has saved her from the sun, things get pretty hot in his arms. Thrust into the mortal realm, his love making excites her like no fey man’s ever has but she’s consumed with the vow she made to her sisters to not leave them for a mortal man. She fights her feelings for Calin and seeks help from goddess Morrigan.
The goddess has feelings of her own for the tall, muscular mortal so she frees Ever to return Underhill. It isn’t until Ever’s back with her sisters that she realizes her heart is still held captive by Calin. When Calin spurns Morrigan’s attentions, the goddess’s lust turns to vengeance. With Ever out of his reach, Underhill, and a goddess shape shifting into different beasts to hunt and kill him, Calin McDuff must risk his life and fight all odds to be with the woman he loves.
Have a Fang-tastic New Year,
Vampire Highland Fling
Murdina, a dark vampiric fey, hunts the Scottish Highlands for a man, but not for blood—Murdina wants love. She spots Cameron playing the bagpipes, and when a strong wind lifts his kilt, she takes a good look and decides he’s the one.
When Cameron meets a beautiful, mysterious woman who dances the Highland fling for him, his blood boils for her. Soon Murdina and Cameron are doing more than dancing. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they discover true love, but their time together is limited before Murdina’s fey sisters cross the portal to steal her back and probably kill him. Is their love strong enough to overcome the threat her sisters pose to Murdina’s heart and to Cameron’s life?
Have a Fang-tastic New Year,
The first in the Dancing Vampire series is Dance Of The Vampires.
Come dance across the Scottish Highlands with Sorcha.
One of Ian’s six brothers kicks over the stones of an ancient cairn, unknowingly freeing Sorcha and her six sisters from Underhill. The seven handsome Scots are enchanted by the voluptuous temptresses until they turn on the men. Ian captures Sorcha, giving his brothers a chance to escape. With the dark fey woman still in his grasp, Ian is saved by the rising sun.
Her sisters vanish with the light of dawn and Sorcha is trapped in the mortal realm. The seductress can’t resist Ian’s attentions as he stirs throbbing urges she’s never felt before. Ian is bewitched by the wild delights offered by this vampire siren. He can’t get enough of her. Still, her wicked sisters and his highland brothers want nothing more than to attack and kill each other. Will Sorcha and Ian’s sizzling passion prove strong enough to overcome the differences between the dark fey and humans?
Amazon Reader review – “This was a short hot story that stayed with me long after I read the book. I love the world Cornelia Amiri created introducing the fey in this series and can’t wait to read more!” reviewed by Lisa Corderio.
Have a Fang-tastic New Year,
Happy New Year everyone,
Here’s a tidbit of an interview of the owners of Thick and Thin, they make steampunk and geek themed cupcake toppers. I think that’s so cool. Cupcakes and Zombies. Talk about fun.
Also, I’m passing out virtual vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet cupcakes with virtual mustache, gears, and tentacle toppers. Take one please – they are a zero calorie treat. Happy New Year.
I shake John Carney and then Christine Carney’s hands. “Happy New Year and welcome aboard Airship Steamed. Watch your step,” I call as I stretch my short legs in a leap across the wide gap between the dock and the airship. John and Christine, the owners of Thick and Thin Designs, follow me into the parlor.
I gesture towards the crimson settee, which features curvy lion head legs and claw feet. John and Christine take a seat there. I sink into the large armchair across from them. I raise my voice to speak over the clang and grind of the airship as we take off. “Cupcake toppers are wonderful and they take a cupcake to a whole other level. What drew you to the fascinating art and business of creating decorative acrylic cupcake toppers, jewelry and ornaments?”
Christine glances at the blue willow teacups, shaking and rattling on the tea table between us. “John’s an MFA student at the University of Maine and had been working as a tech in the new Innovation, Marketing, Research and Commercialization Center (IMRC) on campus and fell in love with the laser cutter. We knew that machine would allow us to produce what previously only existed in our wildest dreams. One night while I was cooking dinner, we envisioned a massive zombie horde placed upon dozens of cupcakes and the idea to produce unique, quirky cupcake toppers was born. We always knew that we wanted to be in business together and this was our opportunity.”
“How can you not love any business inspired by the vision of a zombie horde on cupcakes.” The dainty china cups cease rattling on the tea table as our airship glides smoothly pass the clouds. “Several of your Thick & Thin creations have a Steampunk appeal: gears, mustaches, tentacles and hot air balloons. Do you have an interest in Steampunk?” I pick up the teapot and pour my guests a cup of Earl Grey.
John and Chrisitne pick up their teacups. “We love the Steampunk genre! We love the combination of beautiful clothing, dirty industrialization and the whimsical nature that threads through it all. Steampunk and those who love it are always an inspiration for us when we’re creating new designs because we know that there are great number of people out there who love it and not many products to support it.” Tendrils of steam rise from their teacups as they each take a sip.
I pour myself a cup of tea. “How do you get your inspiration for your creations?” Lifting and tilting my teacup to my lips, I take a long sip.
John reaches for the sugar bowl, picks up a white cube and plunks it into his tea. “We’ve always been fans of the obscure, geeky and cute so we often find inspiration in our hobbies. When we’re deciding what to put on our shop we think of things that we would want and can’t find anywhere else. We have a very diverse group of friends, sometimes thinking about what they might want can lead to innovative designs that we wouldn’t necessarily think of for ourselves. The tentacles for instance were created specifically for one of our Cthulhu loving friends who had just moved to the US from Spain. Obviously they had to be shared with the world, and now they are one of our top sellers.” He dips a silver teaspoon into his cup and swishes it gently from side to side.
Reaching for the dish on the table, I pinch a slice of lemon and inhale the invigorating citrus fragrance as I squeeze a few drops into my teacup. “Since this is Steamed, I have to ask do you like Steampunk fiction? If so, what are some of your favorite Steampunk books or authors?”
Chrisitne leans back in the setee and takes another sip of tea. “I’m a big fan of H.P. Lovecraft and have loved the His Dark Materials trilogy by Pullman since it was first published. I love science and enjoy Steampunk fiction especially because of its, often positive, view of mechanics and its favorable portrayal of women in the field. It’s inspiring to women young and old to not let anything stop you from doing what you love, especially public opinion.”
I bring my teacup to my lips. As the steam from the cup blows warm on my face I finish the last of my tea and set the cup down. “As a husband and wife team, do you both design the cupcake toppers? If so, are some of the designs collaborations?”
Christine sets her teacup on its saucer on the table as John does the same. “All of our pieces are collaborations. We will bounce ideas back and forth off of one another during the initial phases of a design. I will often check for scientific accuracy while my husband checks to make sure the piece will be interpreted visually. After the first rendition is finished in Illustrator, we’ll print a few test prints off and discuss how we feel about the piece and whether it’s successful before putting it up on the store. When looking at our shop line-up any design that is animal related or cute can be attributed to me and anything mechanical or figurative can be attributed to John.”
For more of the interview on Steamed - http://ageofsteam.wordpress.com/2013/12/31/cupcake-get-your-steampunk-on-thick-and-thin-designs/
Check out my Steampunk books at MaeveAlpin.com
Happy New Year,
Maeve Alpin – pen name
Happy Thanksgiving from The Scottish Selkie, The Dancing Vampires, and the Conquistadors In Outer Space
from me, (Cornelia Amiri) and some of my characters
Today – at Crhis Redding’s blog – an Audio Book Giveaway – The Scottish Selkie – a Pict princess,a Scot warrior & a secret. Drop by to win http://chrisredddingauthor.blogspot.com
“Hello there. I’m Margaid, I’m a leanan sidhe. I know, everyone’s like what’s a leanan sidhe. Well, we’re fey creatures, some call us fairy creatures, as in the fair people, we’re all very beautiful or so they say. We’re not mortals, though I have nothing against mortals. I love them. My husband, Andrew, is a mortal. And a mortal named Corny wrote a book about me. She really did. Her whole name is Cornelia Amiri but that’s a mouth full. Well, Corny calls my life a funny vampire story. And I’ll let her say that, because I love Corny. But I’m not a vampire. There is nothing wrong with my teeth, no pointed tips. Now my nails do extend magically, they lengthen several inches, like talons, but many find long nails beautiful. They do. Oh look, here’s Corny now.”
“Hello, I’m the author, Cornelia Amir. Hello Margaid. I just wanted to pop in and let the readers know that my funny vampire novella, A Fine Cauldron Of Fish, is a 99 cent book on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, I Tunes, All Romance Ebooks and Smashwords.”
Here’s the Burb: It’s summer on the Isle of Man and Andrew is looking for hot girls and good times. So when he meets the dreamy and seductive Margaid, he thinks he’s hit the jackpot. There are only a couple of minor problems: Margaid lives in a cave under the sea, is invisible, and thinks that only Andrew’s blood can save her from turning into a kelpie! But hey, whoever said love was perfect?
My steampunk/romance, Conquistadors In Outer Space is set in an alternate history of 1610 AD. The King of Spain commissions the creation of giant cannons, fashioned from Leonardo Da Vinci’s design, for the purpose of blowing the island of England to the bottom of the ocean. Since that country separated from papal authority, Spain has the approval of the church to separate England from the rest of Europe. Then, after an interrogation by priests with the inquisition, Galileo sees a faraway dot in the night sky with his new telescope. He shows the pope planet X, an actual New World Spain can claim and all the inhabitants can be converted to Christianity. Also all the gold and riches discovered there will belong to Spain alone. So they find a way to use the cannons to that end instead.
Thrown off the Spanish estate she worked at all her life, Ana, a milkmaid, seeks a new life. Disguised as a rich widow, she boards a rocket, to be blasted out of a huge cannon, and targeted for the newly discovered planet, X. Sparks fly when she finds Ramon, the only man she ever loved, heir of the estate she worked on, is flying to Planet X as well. As the Spanish governor of Plant X searches for gold, the treasure Ramon seeks is Ana. His conquest is challenging, though he swears to protect and love her, as a noble he cannot marry a peasant. Ana cannot deny her desire for Ramon, but she will not be his mistress. Will his conquest of her heart succeed or will Ana make a life for herself alone amid the wonders and dangers of Planet X.
In an instant the loudest boom and ka-chung noises he ever heard rattled his ears as the metal projectile shook violently. He clenched his teeth as every muscle in his body quaked with the blast.
“It is the Estrella. It is hurdling through space to planet X.”
He recognized the voice of the priest who strapped him in. Ana’s ship, De Nunez had told him. “Is all well,” he yelled out. “Did they lift off safely?”
Now that he had found her again, he needed to protect her. Once they arrived on planet X, he would seize this second chance to win her heart for she’d stolen his long ago.
“Si.” The priest’s tone held a tinge of awe. “In a blaze of light they blasted through the heavens. They are in God’s hands now.”
Ramon let out a long breath of relief. Ana was safe, shooting through space. The Estrella had cast off and the Juanita would soon follow. When his rocket blasted off in an explosion of light and fire, he wouldn’t hear anything.
He felt his mind loose itself in drowsiness. He shut his eyes under the power of this death like sleep and prayed in twenty years he would wake. When he did, he’d be on Planet X with the woman he’d always loved. He knew for the next twenty years of the voyage, he would dream of Ana.
pen name – Maeve Alpin
I wanted the share the news of The Celtic Vixen, on sale for the holidays for 99¢ on kindle
Author note: It was previously published by Awe Struck eBooks. When I got rights back I put it directly on kindle and Smashwords. The previous title was The Celtic Princess. I changed the title and the name of Nesta’s dead husband, the ghost.
Reviewed by by Paige Lovitt for Reader Views.
“I loved this tale. It is by far one of the best Celtic historical romances that I have ever read. The author, Cornelia Amiri, brings this time period to life. She makes the setting come alive and seem real. The humorous elements that she adds to the story further enrich it and make it one book that is very hard to put down.”.
Nesta’s family urges the fiery, middle-aged widow to get a new husband to protect the villa, but she can take care of the villa herself. So she picks up her deceased husband’s long sword and joins the15-year-old war leader, Arthur, to battle Saxons. There she meets the dark warrior, Ulfin, who, unknown to Nesta, is haunted by the matchmaker ghost of her deceased husband, but this spirit has his work cut out for him for Ulfin and Nesta care more about war than
Ulfin bid his friends good eve, and with a slight stagger, walked back to his tent. Lifting the oilskin flap, he crawled inside and rolled onto his cot.
Shutting his eyes, he fell into a deep, drunken sleep. Until the words, “The dead walk tonight and it is not even Samhain,” sounded in his ear, along with a puff of hot breath.
Ulfin shot out of bed and grabbed his sword. He gasped, startled at what he saw. He blinked again, but the shadowy form of a man still floated in front of him. “You are dead,” he said to Gwynfael or what looked like Gwynfael, Nesta’s deceased husband.
“Yes,” the ghost answered.
“You are blurry.”
“Yes, I am real, yet I am not solid. That is why I appear, as you say, fuzzy.”
“And you are … bright. My eyes sting when I look at you.”
“In truth, because you are in your cups. When you are sober and more than half awake, I will but glow a bit. It is the difference between the flesh and the spirit.”
“You … you are a ghost.” Ulfin took a deep breath to slow his racing heart. “I must be dreaming.”
“No, we already established I am real, though fuzzy and glowing.”
“You cannot be real. It’s the ale, I had too much, you are naught but a hallucination.”
“I am no drunken dream, I’ve come to help.”