Title: A Vampire’s Tale
Publisher: Tirgearr
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Synopsis:
The best laid plans…
Marisa Clements was never satisfied
writing the ‘gossip column’ in the local paper and
she quit her job to follow her dream of
writing fiction. Floundering in an unforgiving
industry, she wrote about vampires, a
popular subject she considered fascinating but as
real as unicorns, to pay the rent.
Corgan was tired of human misconceptions
about vampires and ‘living’ as a vampire.
He planned to tell Marisa his story and
end his existence. It was no coincidence Corgan
selected Marisa to write his story. With
the ability to see the future, he knew she would
be a major part of it. He knew if they
met, she would help him die, but in doing so, she’d
be doomed to the same fate. Once they
met, their futures would be irrevocably
intertwined.
Corgan began to care for Marisa and
finally revealed the truth to her. He admitted his
quest to atone for his past sins had put
her in grave danger from a nest of revenge seeking
vampires. Corgan must claim her for her
own protection. But claiming her is not
enough, he must ask for help from his
wizard friends and his maker in order to destroy
his enemy or Marisa will never be safe.
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Maya
Tyler is a romance author, blogger, wife, and mother. She has a degree in
Commerce, but writing is her true passion. Her short story “Just for Tonight”
is included in an anthology called With Love from Val and Tyne and
her debut paranormal romance novella was Dream Hunter, published in
December 2014. Her second paranormal romance novel A Vampire's
Tale releases on March 22, 2017. She writes paranormal romance with a
twist and all her books have a common theme – happily ever after.
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Inside Look:
Why a book about vampires? Maya has been watching vampire movies for
years… from Dracula to Twilight… Hollywood has taken a unique approach on the
paranormal creature called vampire. If vampires were real, what would they
really be like? Maya took careful stock of the many different theories out
there and devised a version of her own. Meet Corgan Halton.
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Excerpt:
Under the cover of dusk, the city
lights came alive. Her view, slightly obstructed by the rickety fire escape,
did not keep her from seeing the flashing neon signs lining the street below. That’s
it. She’d wasted hours on this novel, immediately deleting every word she
typed. The cursor blinked mockingly on the otherwise blank page of her
document. Write something. Anything.
With her apartment now shrouded in
darkness, intermittently illuminated by the street lights, Marisa Clements lit
the white pillar candle on her desk. Its orange flame cast long shadows against
the wall. So I can see what I’m not
writing. An eclectic mix of music serenaded her from the neighborhood, a
reminder of Lincoln Park’s active nightlife, a distinct contrast to her quiet
Friday night at home.
The candle flickered and a cold
shiver travelled down her spine. Then it came to her. Fingers poised over the
keyboard, she typed.
And his eyes glowed with unholy
flames.
She squirmed in her chair. Marisa
could see the dark stranger, clad in black, standing before her like a real
being. He blended with the shadows, the dim room serving as apt camouflage,
except for his eyes. They bore straight through her.
What
do you mean “like a real being”?
She jumped in her seat. Yikes. A
little too real. Alone in her apartment, the voice could only be a figment of
her imagination. She shivered with anticipation as her fingers flew over the
keys of her beloved laptop. This would be her best story yet. To hell with all
the non-believers—her wealthy, socialite parents who’d disowned her when she’d
left business school, and the “so-called” friends who told her to get a real
job. This was a real job… It paid the bills, after all. Sort of. It paid the minimum
balance on her credit card.
Why did people choose the mundane
office job—she shuddered—plastering themselves to a desk from nine-to-five?
Sitting at a desk to write was completely different. No boss, no stress… No
money, if she didn't get her head out of the clouds and back to her latest
vamp.
He didn't have a name yet, but he
had a face. A dark, mysterious face with a century's worth of secrets. Secrets
he would tell her, only her, if she would listen.
Marisa took a deep, calming breath.
“I’m listening.” She closed her eyes, waiting. A cool breeze shifted her hair
and her eyes popped open. The old floorboards creaked, and she spun her chair
around. “Who's there?” The candle blew out. “What the—”
Time—and her heartbeat—stood still.
Paranoia set in, the consequence of writing too many vampire stories. She
must've left a window open. Or something. She re-lit the candle and turned her
attention back to her laptop, staring at the last words she'd typed.
Corgan
Halton.
She didn't remember typing that.
“Corgan Halton.” She said the name
slowly. “I like that.” She'd written a dozen vampire stories and this would be
her best name yet. It had an old-worldly feel to it. Like a real name. She'd
better look it up to make sure it wasn't a real name; she didn’t need a
lawsuit. Did people sue for name infringement?
“Okay, Corgan Halton. Are you real?”
She typed the name into a search engine.
“As real as you are.” The
distinctive male voice resonated in the otherwise quiet room.
Marisa froze. She didn't dare turn
around. It was her overactive imagination at play. There was no one there. She
hoped. Maybe one of her friends? Is this
a joke?
“Not a joke, Marisa.”
Gasping, she stood and spun around
toward the sound of his voice.
As he stepped out of the shadows,
she took in the man before her. Pale with black, curly hair, dressed in an
impeccable suit. Dark and intimidating, he stood in her living room, shrinking
the already small space.
Exactly as she’d imagined. She
conjured him from her imagination? No… This
is not happening.
She rubbed her unbelieving eyes.
There couldn't actually be anyone there. When did she last eat? Did low blood
sugar cause hallucinations?
He smiled at her, and the
temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“Corgan Halton.” He gave a courtly
bow. “At your service.”
No…
She stared at him in shocked silence. It
isn't possible.
“I assure you, my dear, it's
entirely possible.”
“Do you read minds, too?” She held
her breath and waited for his reply.
“You tell me. You're the vampire
expert.”
Vampire? He’s a vampire?
Thanks for the spotlight!
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