Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Nightlife Series By Travis Luedke Virtual Tour

• Title: The Nightlife New York (Book #1 in The Nightlife Series)

• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: August 18, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance

Synopsis :: 
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, gangs, pimps and corrupt cops, the Nightlife of New York is never boring.

Is she a beautiful blond guardian angel as he imagined, or something else entirely? When Michelle saves Aaron's life she shares the benefits of her blood (after getting him shot accidentally). He awakes a changed man, living in a purgatory of eternal night, never to see the sunrise again.

Michelle drags Aaron through a hardcore learning curve of vampiric slavery. Forced to adapt to servitude, Aaron is subject to her authority of compulsion. She orders him around like a puppet on a string, a dog on a very short leash. First things first, he must learn to feed properly without creating bloodslaves (humans addicted to the powerful drug-like effect of their venomous bite).

And then she puts him to work-a male escort in the sex trade-same as Michelle. Aaron walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regiments and intensely erotic sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. It's do or die, Michelle vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control. The real kicker-amidst all these shocking and degrading adjustments, Aaron finds he's falling in love.

Can he maintain and keep a sliver of his humanity intact? Innocence is a luxury few can afford in the decadent nightlife of New York. In a world where sex, blood, and power over women is so readily accessible, Aaron struggles against the predatory instincts deeply rooted in his new psyche. He must find his way quickly, practicing rigid self-control, or risk the consequences of Michelle's wrath.

• Title: The Nightlife Las Vegas (Book #2 in The Nightlife Series)
• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: November 17, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance Erotica Thriller
Synopsis ::
Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule -- no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a 'pet'. When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are 'disappeared'. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.

Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series.

★★★★★ "Go grab a copy before this much fun is declared illegal."

★★★★★ "Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying "Wow!"

★★★★★ "A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well."

• Title: Blood Slave (Book #3 in the series, but considered a stand alone novel)

• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: December 23, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal Erotic, Adult Romance
Synopsis :: 
Her mother named her Esperanza de Salvador - Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.

Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.

Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.

Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?

And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.


Aaron burned, outraged at the audacity of the grotesque, fat, ugly bulldog of a man assaulting the blond goddess.  An involuntary cry tore from his throat, “Hey!  Leave her alone!  Get your hands off her!”  He couldn't believe either of these crude creatures would dare lay hands on the beautiful blond vision of perfection who spoke in an intoxicating stream of French obscenities.

T'as une tête à faire soutier les plaques d'égouts!”  She blasted the bulldog.  Aaron recalled just enough French to know she’d told him his face could blow off manhole covers.  She continued with, “Voulez-vous cesser de me cracher dessus pendant que vous par lez”, further expressing her disgust by telling him to stop spitting on her while he spoke.

Never ceasing her tirade of lovely French filth, the blond struck at the bulldog in a blur.  In one swift move, she broke his hold on her wrist and clawed his face, leaving a trail of bloody slash marks across his left cheek. Without pause she instantly pivoted and punched Barney Fife in the nose with a gratifying crunch sound, and a backward head snap.  A splat of blood flew through the air.  She pivoted a split-second later to face the bulldog with a Taser in hand, magically snatched from Barney Fife after breaking his nose.  The combat unfolded before Aaron's eyes like a scene from a martial arts film.  The heroine had the appearance of moving with super human velocity.  By comparison to her whip-like actions, the detectives seemed to be in slow motion.

Aaron's jaw dropped.  He stood in complete awe of the scene taking place before him.  He had difficulty accepting these bizarre events for reality.  As the shimmery cocktail dressed wonder woman fired her stolen Taser, Aaron recognized the bulldog was not truly as slow as he had seemed.  He had a pistol drawn and moving upward in a sweeping arc.

Aaron's dream state shattered along with his heretofore unremarkable and short life when the Taser struck the bulldog at precisely the point when his gun sights aligned with Aaron.  The electric shock of the Taser began a domino effect.  All muscles and tendons in the bulldog’s body clenched, including his trigger finger.  The sharp crack of the gun resulted in a slug passing through Aaron's chest and out his back, knocking him to the ground with the impact.

The pain came seconds later, delayed.  When it hit it was all-consuming, overpowering.  Nothing existed beyond the horrible agony of his body torn to shreds by the wicked projectile.  He wasn't brave or manly or noble like all these scenes of bullet wounds from Hollywood films.  He screamed and howled like a baby, and promptly blacked out from the overwhelming agony.

* * * *

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.  Aaron felt someone smack him three times.  He beheld an angel with a halo of light around her tousled blond curls like the corona encircling the sun.  She had the most succulent puffy lips and a benevolent shine of concern and compassion. 
“Are you an angel?”  His beautiful seraph began swearing in a stream of melodic French. 
Le réalité' et toi vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?”  She remarked on his disconnect with reality.  He didn’t know what to say.  How do you greet the angel of death?
She resumed her obscenities, “C'est vraiment des conneries!”  The words seeped in slowly, sparking a memory from French class––this was bullshit.  Are angels supposed to curse?
He was so tired, cold, numb.  Is this what it feels like to die?  He drifted back into unconsciousness content in the belief that heavenly hosts carried him off to a better place.

* * * *


They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but what the hell do they know?  Twenty-two year old Aaron Pilan could testify from experience that significant gambling losses––or winnings––definitely follow you home.

After three weeks of hitting the gaming tables, he was practiced at the fine art of gambling.  He knew the truth behind the veil of glamour.  As P.T. Barnum said, “There's a fool born every minute.”  Many a fool arrived in Vegas with a wad of hard earned cash fantasizing about winning big and coming home to boast of the thousands they reeled in during their brief stint as a high roller.  

He joined the foolish masses in their desire to hit it big.  He fully intended to beat the odds and walk away from the gaming tables, winnings intact.  It looked damn good for him at the moment.  Of course, being an exceptionally gifted telepath afforded him a decidedly unfair advantage –– definitely contributed to his good luck.

Another caveat to the Vegas rule would be murder.  An untimely death by strangulation definitely puts a kink in the high roller status.  Aaron read his opponent Alexander Demarco’s mind as the man contemplated this very thing.  Poor Demarco had been suffering the systematic and thorough fleecing of his poker chips.  He was a very unhappy man.

* * * *

Demarco envisioned a number of ways to kill Aaron Pilan, starting with the quick and dirty double-tap bullet to the back of the head.  Upon further consideration, that seemed almost too merciful, too quick and easy.  He graduated to fantasies of Aaron begging and pleading for his life out in the Vegas desert.  He imagined Aaron hog-tied at the bottom of a six-foot pit as the dirt hit his face while being buried alive.  Demarco had personal experience with both methods of murder.

He finally settled on a slightly more violent alternative.  Strangulation would be the most satisfying method of killing the punk.  He imagined the strength of his own hands wrapped solidly around Aaron’s throat, squeezing out his life as he flailed about feebly.  God I wish I could do it right now.  He had always preferred the ‘hands on’ approach.

I know that son-of-a-bitch is cheating somehow.  His gut instincts were rarely wrong in these matters.  The punk always knows exactly when to fold and when to call, he’s impossible to bluff.  He could smell a con from the end of the room.  No way could Aaron clean him out so consistently by pure chance.

His intuition was sharply honed from the years he spent hustling on the streets of west Humble Park Chicago, between Grand and Arlington, smack dab in the center of Latin Kings territory.  He bore his gangland battlefield scars proudly, a soldier displaying badges of merit.  The dog-eat-dog survival-of-the-fittest lifestyle was second nature.  He couldn’t enter a building without staring down every person in sight and watching all the exits.

This punk can’t weigh more than a hundred sixty pounds.  I could take him any day of the week.  He sized up Aaron, measuring him against his own two hundred ten pounds of lean muscle and six foot frame of a professional athlete.  Why am I lettin this white devil bitch run the show?  I wonder if he’s a Fed?  Maybe this is a setup.  He had an overwhelming feeling he was being taken for a ride.  He much preferred being the one doing the taking.

By sheer luck and opportunity he’d been one of the select few who escaped the Federal Racketeering indictment leveled against the Chicago Latin Kings when he moved to Vegas in 2004, a year before the indictment was issued.  Everything changed when he setup operations in Vegas.  He graduated from small time movements of heroin and cocaine by the gram to major deliveries measured in kilos.  His buddies back in Chicago became the end consumer.  Long gone were the days of pushing dime baggies out on the street.  Now he sold wholesale, fat transactions with sweet profit margins and far less risk of being snitched out by a punk ass junky popped off for banging a gram in a public bathroom.

And here he was a high roller, a shot caller, a badass, punked-out for thousands of dollars by a pinche gringo white devil with a smug smile.  He scowled at the pair of fives in his hand and continued fantasizing about murdering Aaron.

* * * *

Aaron was well aware of Demarco's malicious intents.  He read all the sordid details in his mind as he raised the pot, smiling at Demarco all the while.  He knew his pair of kings would win the hand unless the last card pulled a surprise.  Not having learned his lesson yet, Demarco foolishly called his bet and slid another stack of chips forward on the table.

When the dealer laid out a queen, Demarco's losses tallied up to $26,000.  More than enough to justify murder. Demarco had once beaten a man to death over a thousand dollars' worth of cocaine on the streets of Chicago. He now had twenty-six reasons to kill Aaron.

When his hand won again, Aaron knew it was time to leave the table.  He bid everyone a good night, collected his winnings, and winked at Demarco.  It was the wink that finally did it.  Demarco literally saw red.  The color of everything around him turned a violent shade of pinkish red as his blood pressure skyrocketed, hitting his temples in a pounding throb.  The white devil had given him a migraine.  He folded his hand and sat there fuming.

Aaron walked away tens of thousands richer.  Worse, a drop dead gorgeous blond wrapped herself around the white devil as if she would bang him right there.

“You left them with their pants?”
“Yes love.  Shirts.  The phrase is ‘lose your shirt’.  I feel merciful tonight.  They’re still fully dressed.”  Aaron caressed Michelle’s face as she cuddled with him, aligning her curves to all his sharp angles.

Demarco’s mind broadcast clearly as he watched Michelle holding Aaron intimately.  Demarco seethed with a rare combination of envy and hatred.  In his opinion, a woman like that deserved a real man, not some arrogant young prick.  Back in the ghettos of Chicago, Aaron was what they called soft.

He glanced over his shoulder at Demarco with a look.  It was not a soft look.  In this one instance Demarco's instincts were dead wrong.  He was young, but not soft.  Not by anyone’s definition of the word.

He scanned Demarco's mind one last time before walking away.  Green-eyed jealousy consumed his every thought.  They always want what they can’t have.  Aaron had become accustomed to this reaction.  He and Michelle were a strikingly attractive pair.  He knew onlookers considered his dark haired, dark eyed, five foot eleven frame of model caliber, but Michelle was a whole different level of attractive.  If not for her petite five-foot two, she could have been a world famous runway model.  Her lazy golden curls framed flawless pale skin and vibrant green eyes.  Her shapely hourglass curves could win international beauty and swimsuit contests.

All who crossed paths with the couple felt the effect of the magnetic attraction they exuded.  They had a phenomenal stage presence drawing the eye of any observer.  As several sets of eyes tracked the couple, Aaron remembered his first night spent with Michelle.  Just five weeks ago, he awoke to her angelic face and adorably incomprehensible French accent explaining, "This is the magnétisme animal of the vampires."

* * * *

Excerpt from BLOOD SLAVE:

I awoke in the afternoon alone in bed.  I could still smell him on the sheets.  Like the fool I am, I thought he’d be there.  Wake up sex can be awesome, but I rarely if ever have someone there when I wake up.  And it usually isn’t someone I really want there.

A dining cart awaited me with pizza, bottled water, a couple cans of Ensure protein shakes, and a note.  The pungent aroma of the chicken pesto pizza had me ravenous.  I inhaled two pieces as I read Enrique’s little love note:

Dear Hope:
Please eat and drink as much as you can.  You will be anemic constantly.  You must take very good care of your health.  The Ensure supplement will help.  There will be plasma and blood transfusions available soon, you will probably need them.  Take the sublingual strip Suboxone to hold off withdrawals until we meet again after sunset around 7:15 p.m.  The Suboxone goes under your tongue.
I apologize for your situation.  I hope we can find a way to work through this and become friends.

Okay … Suboxone.  Some of the guys at the Towers mentioned it once.  It helps fight off heroin withdrawals. One guy said it gave a slight buzz, but nothing like heroin.  I have never and will never try heroin.  I’ve seen what addicts look like, it’s really fucked up.
So why would he give me Suboxone?

And why wait till seven?  Three hours from now.  I didn’t want to wait for him.  I wanted him here now.  Right now! I wanted him to bite me again right now!
“Son of a bitch!  He got me with that fucking bite.  That’s what he’s been talking about.  He’s got me hyped on his bite!  Fucking vampires!”

I had a craving, a need, an unscratchable itch for Enrique.  Three more hours to go.

* * * *

I was bouncing off the walls by 5:30 p.m..  The Suboxone helped get rid of my headache, and I had a decent buzz going.  None of that solved the craving I had for Enrique, or more specifically his bite.  A warm bath didn’t help, the three cans of Ensure didn’t help, nor did the half bottle of chardonnay, although it kicked up my buzz nicely.

By 7:16 p.m., I was ready to strip the floral print wallpaper off with my nails.  Every part of my body ached for Enrique.  I don’t mean pain, I mean need, desire, angst.  By 7:17 p.m. I kicked at the locked door, front kicks and sidekicks.  I took a few steps back to do a jumping side kick when he opened the door with the most infuriatingly calm comment on his lips.
“Did you miss me?”

I screamed and launched forward.  “You son of a bitch!”

He caught me right out of the air in a graceful embrace, absorbing all my impact in his iron hard arms.  Before I could react, he bit me fast and hard, right in the neck, robbing me of all sense and reason.  Anger, hatred, need, frustration, all obliterated in the blast of sweet, sweet euphoria so intense it brought tears to my eyes.  He carried me to the bed as I convulsed with orgasms, still held in the leech’s embrace as if he cared for me.  It’s a good thing I didn’t have any underwear on beneath my bathrobe, I would’ve had to change them.  My inner thighs were soaked by the time he let up.

I hated and loved him.  I wanted to kill him, fuck him, and kiss him, all at the same time.  What a mess.  Hate won the toss up as the strongest sentiment of the moment.
“I hate you.” I spoke in a quiver, breathless from his bite.

“I expected as much.  It’s regrettable, but under the circumstances you left me no choice.”  He sighed.

“That’s all you have to say?  What did you do to me?”
“I know this seems bad.  I understand you’re upset, and rightfully so.  I apologize, but it was necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had to assure your loyalty.  I had to bind you to me.  There was no other way.”
“What do you mean bind?  How am I bound?  I can’t read your mind!  You have to tell me what you’ve done to me.  Why do I want to be with you all the time?  Why do I need you to bite me?”

“I understand.  It must be upsetting you can’t get in here.”  He tapped his finger on his skull.  “The only name for your condition I have ever known is an archaic terminology I learned from my master over a century ago.  He called them ‘Bloodslaves’.  I think it’s an inappropriate title.  I have no intention of making you a slave.”
“If I’m not a slave then why don’t you let me go home?”  I whined.

“Querida, you know too much.  It was bad enough you knew of our existence.  Then Lia brought you here.  She is a constant strain on my patience.  If she had let you be, the situation would’ve diffused itself.  I imagine you considered her an eccentric.  As it stands now, I can’t let you go.  To be truthful, your particular talents are intriguing.  I’m beginning to like the idea of having you around.”

He had me crying by then.  I couldn’t go home, ever.  He’d never let me go.  Hating him for my captivity, I still felt this inexplicable desire to touch him, coerce him into biting me again.  The bastard had me hooked like a damn heroin junky!  As I stood there with tears streaming down my face, the son of a bitch hugged me.

It didn’t seem real.  Like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.  He had to let me go home.
“What if I promised I would never say a word to anyone?  Who would believe me?  This is all so crazy!  I can’t hurt you or expose you in any way!  I’m an illegal immigrant!  I can’t call the police or any other government agency! Your secret’s safe with me!  I don’t care who or what you are, or where you live.  I just want to go home!”  I begged him shamelessly.  “I don’t want to be a bloodslave!  And I can’t stand it here.  Your mind is locked up solid.  You could be lying to me!  I don’t know anything about you!”

“Shush, Shush, Shush. It does no good to lament.  What’s done is done.  Querida ... you are bound to me.  The bond cannot be broken.  Surely you’ve noticed the connection between us, the way you need me?”

“OH MY GOD!  You did this to me on purpose!”
“Though I’m not proud of it, I’ll not lie.  Yes ... I did this.”
“Oh God, I’m a slave!”

“That’s not really correct.  I’ve no need to stoop to such degradation.  I respect you.  Enough drama – let’s look at some of the positives here.”
“What’s positive?”
“I know this seems bad, and it is, but there are some benefits to this life.  Come with me.”
I followed him reluctantly into the luxurious bathroom attached to my bedroom prison cell.  The nicest bed/bath combo I’d ever stayed in.  If I could come and go at will it would be perfect.

We stood before the mirror. “Do you notice anything different about yourself?”
I looked in my eyes.  I had a post orgasm flush, anger and frustration evident on my face.  My eyes were wet from crying.  Nothing seemed different from the person in the mirror an hour ago when I’d taken a bath.
“What’s supposed to be different?”

I took him seriously, a new sense of fear bloomed in my gut.  What had he done to me?  Was I changed?  Was I like him now?  I opened my mouth to inspect my teeth, looking for the tell-tale fangs.  Nada.  Nothing changed that I could see.

Enrique snorted laughter.  I elbowed him in the ribs.  My temper flared up.  This was my life he laughed at!  The asshole felt so damn solid, like hitting a piece of wood.

He had a twinkle in his eye.  “Look at your face.  Do you see any bruises or black eyes?”
The bastard hadn’t even flinched when I hit him, he was impervious.  He stared at me expectantly with a faintly amused expression.  I looked in the mirror again.  I scowled, not a very attractive look for me overall.  No bruises, no black eyes, not a mark on me from yesterday’s scuffle.  My elbows didn’t have any raw spots from when I’d hit the floor.  The bite marks that should have been on my neck were nowhere to be found.

I again asked the question, “What did you do to me?”  My voice filled with fear and awe.
“There are some pleasant advantages of repeated exposure to our bite.  With each bite a small amount of venom is released into your system.  This causes the euphoria.  Our venom is quite beneficial over time.  You’ll heal much more quickly.  Your immune system will improve, a higher resistance to communicable diseases. And you’ll age more slowly than the average person.  You could live to be well over a hundred.  How old are you?  Twenty-four?  Twenty-five?”

In shock from his words, it took me a few seconds to answer.  “Twenty-two”
“Oh ... well you seemed a bit older.  So very young to have lived through so much.  It’s to your advantage.  You’ll look as you do for many years to come.  A good situation for someone so young, to enjoy youth for a few extra years.
“How old are you?”
“Very old.”
“You don’t look a day over thirty five.”
“Why thank you.”
The bastard had calmed me down. I chatted with him like old friends.  He was so damn easy to talk to. Attractive, intelligent, kind, beautiful hazel eyes staring at me without blinking.  Damn.  I was falling under his spell.  And why tell me all this?  The more he revealed the more dangerous I became to him.  He’d never let me go now, I knew too much.  Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!  And still he stared at me with those beautiful unblinking eyes.

“I thought vampires were immortal, what’s all this hundred years shit?  I could live that long just by being careful.”
“We live very long lives indeed, several hundred years or more.  But you’re not a vampire.”
“Oh I get it.  I’m just here for you to bite and fuck.  I’m just food – a bloodslave.”
“Calmate querida.  Vulgarity is so unattractive coming from such a beautiful woman.  Listen to me carefully.  You are not a slave.  You’re my guest, permanently.  That’s how you’ll be treated, that’s how it is.”

“A guest who can never leave the bedroom.  That’s the same thing as a slave.”
“No more strife.  Let’s get you some clothing, a few amenities.  Lia has provided clothes temporarily.  Get ready and I’ll return for you shortly.”

“We’re leaving?  I actually get to leave the bedroom?  Where are we going?”
“Yes, with me of course.  I’m not letting you out of my sight.  I’m taking you shopping as a gesture of goodwill. Isn’t that what all women want to do in Manhattan?”
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Travis Luedke

Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it. His recent works include "The Nightlife New York", "The Nightlife Las Vegas" and "BLOOD SLAVE" the first novels in the Nightlife Series.

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Succubus Steam: Hot Steampunk from Lila Shaw

Succubus Steam (The Succubus Chronicles)

From Evernight's Romance on the Go line:

A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.

When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.

Oh my gosh! This is the hottest steam punk story ever! Having an automaton to give you any kind of pleasure...ummm. Delightful story! As usual Lila Shaw is in top form. This is indeed the best of her Succubus stories to date and I couldn't put it down.

When Violet builds Adam to help her keep her half succubus inclinations under control, she has a wonderful new toy that bears a striking resemblance to Lyle, a very sexy incubus that just might drain her dry if she gave in to his advances. Could Adam be the key to surrendering to her deepest fantasies? Read this one to find out.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

At War In the Willows Blog Tour


Tour Dates

January 31st Naughty Nights Press
January 31st Rawiya Erotica
February 4th Sexy Reads
February 8th Amber Skyze 
February 15th Eden Connor Writes
February 25th Erotica For All

Kiki Howell and Naughty Nights Press are pleased to announce the At War In The Willows book tour, celebrating the release of At War In The Willows in paperback format. 

War In The Willows
The Vampire's Witch.  Book One
KiKi Howell

Contemporary.  Paranormal

326 pages

Victoria Storm
Erzabet Bishop

Isaac's maker Drake was stabbed and a young witch was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was killed by a shot fired at the werewolf that had staked Drake.

Things are in an uproar between the vampires, werewolves and witches.

Isaac had to leave the area 10 years ago because he had been in a car accident and had nearly died when Drake found him and turned him.  At the same time a witch tried to save him and the magic combined left him turned not able to permit his new vampire blood to fix his mangled face.  She has wondered all these years what happened to him as no body was found.  He is dead to his human family and now his maker has been killed.  He returns to seek revenge and he captures the first witch he comes across to get some answers.

Isaac is further confused when the witch he has grabbed turns out to be the same witch that years ago tried to save him and there seems to be an unexplained magic between them. A spell binding read! Loved the chemistry between the characters!

The Vampire's Wolf.  Book two

Isaac's vampire sister, Amberlyn, is in love with Kane, a werewolf.  Things are explosive between the clans now and witches want revenge and the vampires are hungry for blood.  Isaac is in love with a witch and his vampire sister is in love with a werewolf. War has been declared.

Things are going from bad to worst for all of them and things need to be cleared up quickly before more lives are taken and before the human population becomes aware of  the supernatural elements among them. Another great edge of your seat read!

The Vampire's Human.  Book Three

Sara is a human and has had her eyes on Devin for some time whenever she watched him tend bar but knew she could do nothing about her desires with the way the town felt about vampires.  Everything was is a turmoil and all because a few witches were trying to gain power.  The witches were turning the vampires against the werewolves and the humans were caught up in the middle.  It was not accepted for a human to have anything to do with either werewolves or vampires.  Not until the witches went too far and turned the whole town into a blood bath. The elder witches forced to step in and put a stop to it all.  The town was nearly killed entirely before the evil doers were stopped and stripped of their powers.  Now those that were remaining had a big job ahead of them to rebuild the town and fate was left to take care of the rest of it.

If you want a series rich with characters that leap off the page then this one is for you!

I’m sure that most author dreams of the day that one of his or her books makes the big screen. I have had that dream many times, only I kind-of take it a step further. First, I married a singer/songwriter, so I dream also of his writing the music for the movie. Then, I imagine us celebrating by spending our earnings on some romantic dream vacation like a trip across the US, waterfall to waterfall maybe, in a luxury motor home… Sorry, back now, I was daydreaming!
I’ve had the same dreams with my new series, At War in the Willows. I would love to see the special effects of a war between vampires, witches and werewolves, especially in the little resort town of The Willows, a lake resort in the mountains of Tennessee. Rated R, at least, the one who chose the cast would have some great fun. So, let’s say I’m the casting director. Who would I pick? Well, that isn’t as easy as it seems. There are a lot of great actors and actresses, but I would have to be able to imagine them as their paranormal creature as well. So, here goes.
Book 1, The Vampire's Witch: I would go with Jared Padalecki as my vampire Issac and Julia Roberts as my witch Winter. I think Jared would be a great vampire, not like one in Supernatural, but as a tall, dark, brooding, vampire, with the sexy hair dyed a bit darker, defined chest make-upped to a pale white, etc. I think he could pull off the scars on Issac’s face, hood pulled down low over one side, serious face, yeah, Jared would be sexy anyway, right? But, could you see him with the long and red-haired Julia Roberts as the witch he falls for, the girl who has always been in love with him, even long after she had thought him dead?

Book 2, The Vampire's Wolf: I’m thinking Kate Beckinsale as my vampire Amberlyn and Joe Manganiello as my werewolf Kane. Hmm, love these two, and I think Kate is tough ans gutsy enough to be my female vampire with a tragic past. And well, everyone knows that Joe is just the best werewolf ever. No one could ever top him. But, I think they look really hot together as well. 

Book 3, The Vampire's Human: I’m going with Josh Holloway as my vampire Devin and Emma Stone as my human Sara. Why Josh? Well, if I had a book made into a movie, simply, he would just have to be in it! No questions asked. LOL But, can you picture him as a rough and tumble vampire, one who defends those he loves to the death, would do anything for anyone? Plus, my Devin is the tough street kid turned vampire turned bartender who finds a soft spot for a human. And, I just love Emma Stone. She makes a good female human, right? *giggles*

So, what do you think of my couples? I am open to suggestions here.

Title: At War In The Willows

Author: Kiki Howell

Genre: Erotic, Paranormal/Shapeshifter

Publisher: Naughty Nights Press

Pages: 326

Release Date: January 31st 2013

Coming soon on Kobo, B&N and Diesel Books

Purchase your print copy at Createspace | Amazon 

Book Description:

The Willows is a resort town run by vampires, werewolves and witches. Here, their true identities are kept secret from humans, and intimate relations between the individual clans are strictly forbidden.

When it becomes known that the vampire Amberlyn has fallen in love with the werewolf Kane, the tedious line of their co-existence has been crossed. Caught in the crossfire of this revelation, Drake, the vampire clan leader and Amberlyn’s maker, is killed along with an innocent witch. These deaths spark a series of horrific events leading to an all out War In The Willows.

Unexpected close encounters, bodies ripe with need, and situations beyond their control lead to forbidden relationships. Now three vampires, a witch, a werewolf and a human must ride along the edges of the rules. They will attempt once unthinkable romantic entanglements despite all those who oppose their relationships, while fighting for their lives as well.

With the Willows full of violence and bloodshed, meetings and magic amiss, will the clans ever be able to find peace among them again? Or, will this war destroy the Willows?


Meet Kiki Howell

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.

“After a long break having my boys, I finally just had to write again. And, as soon as I gave the stories the space, they entered it. It’s both awesome and humbling to find the words in my mind become characters on a page and create their lives.”
She has now had over thirty stories published between eleven different publishers. Kiki could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. Please look around. Although a bit of caution, most of her stories tend to hang out on the graphically sexy side of town.

In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. And, in March 2012, Kiki was awarded Bestselling Author for Naughty Nights Press, also earning two Silver Stars from All Romance Ebooks for her NNP novellas: Love, Creativity and Magick; The Vampire's Witch; and most recently Mystical Mayhem. Kiki's At War in the Willows Series has also been nominated for Best Series of 2012 by Sizzling PR
Kiki resides in the Midwest with her incredibly handsome and talented, singer/songwriter husband Stephen Howell and two children. When she is not writing, she is spending time with her family, reading, baking or knitting.
Her biggest dream is to have a novel she writes be made into a movie that her husband creates the soundtrack for, and then cruise to Alaska with her family on the money they make.

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