Vampires in Pop Culture–Movies #‎Octoberfrights‬ #giveaway

2015 October Frights Blog Hop, #‎Octoberfrights‬

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Vampires in pop culture

Silver-Screen Vampires
Hollywood has always been fascinated with vampires; from the early days of the industry with such classics as Nosferatu and Bela Lugosi’s portrayal of the Undead Romanian Count right up to the present day and works such as Dracula 2000, Interview with the Vampire and the (tragically underrated) Queen of the Damned, these beings are constantly recurring film stars. The most notable portrayal of him would have to be Christopher Lee:

Dracula and Bram Stoker Today–Christopher Lee

Christopher Lee: Hammer Horror interview 2001

Christopher Lee: Masters of Horror
Short Bio and list of his movies to 1999

The Dracula Myth
From HH : the UNofficial Hammer Films Site

Christopher Lee talks about his stint with Hammer Films and his role as Dracula

I’m not too impartial to Gary Oldman’s portrayal of the Count either. Now, that’s a rendition to swoon over, ladies but never forget…he’s a monster!

And the much maligned but actually quite good rendition of Anne Rice’s Queen of the Damned starring Stuart Towsend, as Lestat de Lioncourt

And of course that giant of Pop Culture, Tom Cruise took his turn as Lestat de Lioncourt, and Brad Pitt took his as Louis… Or the creme de la creme Dracula portrayal by the inimitable Bela Lugosi.

They’ve all put some sort of stamp on the face of the vampire, and probably will continue to do so, for better or for worse! Some will no doubt fall flat on their faces (like USA/SF Channel’s Dracula, Prince of Darkness–for all that they tried, bless their dark hearts. ;))

And then there’s that paragon of teen angst, Twilight.

*cough* Well, I only saw the first one; honestly that was all I could stand. As bad as the novel is, the movie’s worse. *shakes head* High school was never like that for me, and me? been there, done that. Don’t remember it in quite that light, thanks.  But me, I prefer the “real” vampires. The ones that would rip a girl’s throat out without worry about it. This whole, emasculated, “mooning love slave” vampire thing…*shrugs* eh.

Whatever…. It’s done the author(s) well…For the moment. I always wonder what will be the thoughts on our “latest thing” a hundred years down the line. Will Twilight survive the test of time? We shall–or rather our descendants–see.

What’s your favorite portrayal of the vampire?

Thanks for stopping by. You can see the rest of the participants in the hop by clicking the blue button below. Happy Halloween!!

Greek Myth by author Stella McLeod


I’m pleased to welcome paranormal romance author Stella McLeod, who has a topic I’m sure most of you will find interesting. Greek Myth and how it tied into her latest release, ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL and she tells us a little about herself too. So, grab some coffee or your beverage of choice :) and enjoy!

Author: Stella McLeod
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Title: Always Have and Always Will
New Release Date: 1/10/15

Have you ever read about the ancient Greek Gods and wondered where they came from? Well the new paranormal romance released this week, Always Have and Always Will has the answer. This luscious romance set in the Greek Islands unveils the secret to Immortality discovered in Antiquity, reveals a young ancient warrior who has waited for over 2000 years for his lover to return to him and a modern reincarnated woman who cannot remember her past-life or him. Throw in his sinister twin brother, her best friend Menander, some living Gods and the murderer and you have a plot to die for. Continue reading

Sandra Hill–book tour

Today we have delightful romance author Sandra Hill here  on our blog. I’ve enjoyed her works in the past and I think you will too. She’s provided us with a little about her new book, EVEN VAMPIRES GET THE BLUES, and I hope you’ll find it interesting.

Even Vampires Get the Blues by Sandra HillEven Vampires Get the Blues

A Deadly Angels Book

Book 7

Sandra Hill

On-sale: 8/25

ISBN: 9780062356529


New York Times bestselling author Sandra Hill delivers a sizzling new entry in her Deadly Angels series, as a Viking vangel’s otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than his match-she’s his predestined mate . . .

The fact that vampire angel Harek Sigurdsson was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for centuries. . .

The SEALs call her “Camo” for her ability to blend into a crowd-yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a ruthless band of international kidnappers, but Camille senses an unspoken agenda-besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny”. Just Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be …a vampire!

Excerpt 1:

Everything he touched turned to gold, or leastways a considerable profit, and thank the gods for that, because Harek Sigurdsson was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings.

It didn’t matter that he had vast holdings in the Norselands, an estate in Northumbria, several hirds of warriors who served under him when called to battle by one grab-land king or another (Harek was a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields in the Baltics, trading stalls in the marketplaces of Hedeby, Kaupang, and the Coppergate section of Jorvik, a fleet of twelve longships and two knarrs, and numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. It was never enough! Not to mention three wives and six concubines … or was it seven?

Not that he wanted or needed any more wives or concubines. Like many Viking men (hah! men of all lands, truth to tell), he was betimes guided by a body rudder known for its lackwittedness when it fancied a woman. The Wise Ones had the right of it when they proclaimed: A cock has no brain. Well, at the ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had finally taken a sip from Odin’s famed well of knowledge. In future, when he came upon a comely

woman, he would bed her, not wed her, then send her on her merry way with a pat on the rump and a pouch of gold coins. Cheaper that way and lots less trouble!

Harek had just completed a meeting with Toriq Haraldsson, his agent here in Hedeby. Toriq had once been a hersir overseeing Harek’s Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce swordsman had lost an arm in battle. Harek had no qualms about hiring the handicapped man as his business representative. Loyalty and honesty were more important in that role than fighting skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Harek’s life in battle at a time when Harek had been young and not yet so adept in fighting. A berserk Dane had been about to lop off Harek’s very head. Suffice it to say, the wergild for a highborn man’s head was enormous.

As they walked side by side on the raised plank walkways that crisscrossed the busy market center, men and women alike glanced their way, not just because of their impressive Norse height and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-lined cloaks, gold brooches fastening shoulder mantles, soft leather half boots—could support a tradesman’s family for years.

Unaware or uncaring of the attention, Toriq scowled and grumbled under his breath. Toriq was not happy with Harek today.

“Spit it out, man. What troubles you?”

“This latest venture of yours … it ill-suits a man of your stature,” Toriq said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that had gathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Other artisans were hammering gold and silver into fine jewelry. In fact, Harek noticed an etched armband he might purchase later. In other stalls, workers could be seen carving wood and ivory, or firing clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.

Hedeby was an exciting city, always something going on. To Harek, the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money being made, were like music to the ears. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be purchased here, from the prized walrus rope that was cut in a single spiral strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his latest venture.

Excerpt 2:

“Harek Sigurdsson!” a male voice yelled out of the mist, so loud that Harek jerked into a sitting position on the pallet in the alcove of his enclosed space and almost rolled off to the floor. He blinked and tried to see the hazy blur standing in the open doorway leading to the longship’s deck. The only light came from the full moon outside.

He stood, and at first he was disoriented. Who wouldn’t be with a head the size of a wagon wheel, with what felt like a battle-axe imbedded in his skull?

A man … He could swear it was a man he saw standing there, and yet at the same time, there was no one there. Just a swirling fog.

“Who goes there?” he yelled out, thinking it must be one of the crew stationed on board overnight.


Now he was starting to be annoyed. “Present yourself, man, or suffer the consequences.”

No one answered. Good thing, because he realized he had no weapon in hand. Should he grab a knife? What kind of weapon did one use with a ghost? Would a blade even suffice?

He shook his head to clear it, to no avail. He was still under the influence of ale. Or something.

He could see clearer now, and it was a tall, dark-haired man wearing a long gown in the Arab style who beckoned him outside. The gown in itself was not so unusual but the broadsword he held easily in one hand was, especially since it was his own pattern-welded blade. Then, there were the huge white wings spread out from his back.

What? Wings? Huh? It couldn’t be possible. He closed his eyes and looked again. Definitely wings.

Was it even a man? Or some kind of bird?

He had heard of shivering men suffering from wild dreams of writhing snakes or even fire-breathing dragons, but usually it was men trying to wean themselves away from years of the addictive brews or opium. Harek rarely drank to excess and never had an interest in the poppy seed.

But Harek had a more important issue at the moment. His bladder was so full he would be pissing from his ears if he didn’t soon relieve himself. Making his way through the now empty doorway, he staggered over to the rail. Undoing the laces on his braies, he released himself and let loose a long stream of urine. When he was done—shaking his cock clean, then tucking it back into his braies—he breathed a sigh of relief, then belched. Which was a mistake. His breath was enough to gag a maggot.

Which cleared his head enough to let him know he still had company. The man-bird stood there, scowling at him with contempt. The wings were folded so that he could scarce tell they were there.

“Who … what are you?”

“Michael. The Archangel.”

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Delve into the shadows of The Kyn with @JamiGrayAuthor and SHADOW’S EDGE… #FREEREAD #UF #PNR

I invited author Jami Gray over to tell us about her paranormal romance series, and something…snafued. My apologies to her. Despite the delay, I am pleased to introduce Jami to you. Please enjoy this look at her book SHADOW’S EDGE.

Delve into the shadows of The Kyn with Jami Gray

Much thanks to Juli for letting me come over and steal her readers for a bit. I’ve been asked numerous times where my story ideas come from, and I could wax eloquent and present this pretty picture of a creative mind, but that wouldn’t be fair or accurate.

Here’s the deal, I spent most of my teenage years wanting to be a different “me”, a “me” that could rival Harry Potter (who I wouldn’t meet until I was married with a mini-me on my hip and one in my belly). To achieve that I would take my favorite books and add in a role starring yours truly. Not a new trick, most avid readers do this to one extent or the other. Still at fourteen I decided my additional “role” was too big to hold in my gray matter, so it spilled onto 125 pages of hand written story. Sometime during those teen years I began to create my worlds, my roles and a whole slew of unique characters and writing became more than my escape, but my passion.

Still, as I tried to find my footing in this creative endeavor, each of my stories contained one, unchanging element–magic. When I wrote SHADOW’S EDGE I used my love of the unexplained and ancient tales of incomparable beings to create a “what-if” world. What if all those creatures we thought were myths, were real? How could they co-exist with the “normal” world? What would their world look like? What would happen if the veil of secrecy began to tear?

As I built my Kyn world, I wanted to make sure I had a spot for all those myths to call home. I have an entire backstory of how the preternatural population went underground, how the Library of Alexandria was reduced to ash to hide the truth. The Fey went first, quickly followed by the Amanusa (demon halflings), and the Lycans slunk away shortly after. The Magi (witches/warlocks/shamans) were the last to step into the shadows after following similar states during the Burning Times. Each group has their own creation story, and set of challenges. Amanusa, by their very nature, craves chaos, to the extent they’ll create it when things get too calm. The Fey, with their inherent arrogance, are blind to their faults, the Lycan’s live too close to their beasts, and the Magi are split between the witches holding true to their threefold law and the warlocks who have no problems trampling over their ethical lines to get what they want. That’s not counting the complication of human involvement, and hiding in the modern world.

Want to find out what happens? Pick up your FREE copy of SHADOW’S EDGE, and walk alongside Raine McCord as she delves into the shadows to uncover who’s hunting the Kyn.

SHADOW’S EDGE, Kyn Kronicles #1

Now available Free in eBook format at: AMAZON /


Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows—especially the monsters… When the supernatural lurks in the shadows of the mundane, hunting monsters requires unique skills, like those of Raine McCord. A series of deaths threatens to reveal the Kyn community and forces her to partner with the sexy Gavin Durand. As the trail leads to the foundation haunting Raine’s childhood, she and Gavin must unravel lies and betrayals to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.


Walking into the dim house, Raine braced for the usual smell accompanying a violent death.

She knew that smell. It was distinctive. It reminded a person of raw meat and coppery blood. A scent warning you whatever you found, it wouldn’t be recognizable.

Coming down the short entryway, a few steps behind the two men, she realized there was no odor. No blood, no raw meat. She let out the breath she was holding. Only then picking up on the spine tingling traces of magic. It raised bumps along her skin as she drew closer to the front room.

Two agents passed her, heading out of the house, small evidence bags in their gloved hands. Osborn stopped just to the left of the front room’s entryway. Gavin came to a halt in the middle of the opening, blocking her view. Stepping around to his right, she came to an abrupt stop, puzzled.

Bane Mayson was sprawled on the faded green couch under the picture window. At first glance the scene didn’t make sense. There were no visible wounds, no horrific mutilations, nothing to show how he died. Just the skitter of magic down her spine, making the deceptively calm scene in front of her much more ominous.

“Can you give a positive ID?” Osborn’s rough voice pulled her gaze back to him. He looked at Gavin who wasn’t answering.She tilted her head to find out why, and then realized Gavin was looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ve never met him,” he said blandly. “Just spoke to him on the phone.”

“Oh.” A little disconcerted, she turned back to the waiting agent. “Yes, that’s Bane Mayson.”

If you want to play in the shadows, continue the adventure with Jami Gray’s Kyn Kronicles: Banner         Jami Gray Jami Gray is the award winning, multi-published author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, and the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams. She can be soothed with coffee and chocolate. Surrounded by Star Wars obsessed males and two female labs moonlighting as the Fur Minxes, she escapes by playing with the voices in her head. Come stalk Jami at any of these fine locations:

Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Google+ / Amazon

 Thank you for being my guest, Jami! And for your patience. Folks, don’t forget to check out The Kyn Chronicles, and as ever …keep reading!

Book Tour: Remembering Raven: Sabine by Lacey Edward

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Author Lacey Edward has released a new paranormal romance and when we read its synopsis, we couldn’t help but sign on to become part of her tour. There’s a giveaway involved too, so do read on and enjoy!

Remembering Raven by Lacey EdwardRemembering Raven: Sabine

Remembering Raven

Book 2

Lacey Edward

Genre: Paranormal romance/suspense

Publisher: Asselin Group Online Publisher

Date of Publication: April 24, 2015

ISBN: 978-1511873895


Number of pages: 104

Word Count: 20,000

Book Description:

Raven LeClaire is still reeling from the murder of a young woman that turned out to be a reading client when there is another disappearance. On top of her connection to the victims, she is grappling with some newly discovered psychic abilities that have appeared, seemingly, from nowhere.

Then there is the very handsome and sexy Viktor Thorssen. She knows that he wants her as much as she wants him but he keeps turning away from her at the last minute. As frustrating as it is for her, she has no idea of the turmoil that he is suffering at having to keep her at arm’s length.

There are secrets that Raven needs to know before Viktor will feel comfortable entering a physical relationship with her. He feels that there is too much going on in her life at the moment and he does not want to overwhelm her by confessing his secrets to her. And he has many of them.

Things are quickly escalating as another beautiful young woman becomes a victim of horrible torture and murder. When she appears to Raven, she and Viktor are, once again, drawn into a deadly game where someone quite dangerous is controlling the players. While the police have no real leads, Viktor thinks he may have an idea of who is behind it all.

He has an enemy that dates back centuries. This is an enemy that he thought he was rid of forever. Now, as it turns out, that may not be quite true. All he knows is that he must stop this monster before both he and Raven become victims again.

Is Raven ready to hear the whole truth? Viktor knows that the only way he has a chance of winning is to tell her everything. But can he risk it?

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Remembering Raven by Lacey EdwardsChapter One


“Now remember to contact me if you need me,” Raven LeClaire said to her latest reading client.

“I so appreciate that, Ms. Raven,” Aimee said effusively as they hugged. “It just makes me feel so much better knowing that you’re here for me!”

“I want to be here for you, Aimee,” Raven replied. “Now you go get busy with what you need to do. Don’t be afraid. You will be able to pull this off with no problem.”

Raven walked Aimee to the front door of the shop and gave her a final encouraging smile. Then she watched the young woman as she walked with a determined gait down the busy sidewalk through the throng of people.

Yes, Aimee can do this as long she keeps up her determination.

Finally turning away from the window, she walked back to join her friend and business partner Allegra Canelle at the front counter.

“So, were you able to help her?” Allegra asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Raven nodded. “As long as she keeps her determined spirit, she will prove to her boss that she is more than ready for this promotion over that newer guy working at the firm. Aimee’s doing all the right things so far. She just needs to push it a little harder. That guy she’s up against for promotion really isn’t ready to take on all of this responsibility. Sometimes that good old boys network still raises its ugly head. But she can beat it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Allegra smiled. “Anytime you are right in a reading, our business skyrockets.”

“Well, you know what they say about word of mouth advertising,” Raven laughed. “I suppose you are heading out with your mystery man tonight?”

“Of course,” Allegra said as she tossed her mane of auburn hair coyly. “I can’t explain it, Raven. But I have such a connection with this guy! He makes me feel everything that all of those bodice ripper romances talk about.”

“Really,” Raven stated dubiously. “You have said that in the past, you know.”

“Yes, yes,” Allegra said dismissively. “I’m well aware of how I have behaved with men in the past. But I’m telling you, Raven, this guy is truly different.”

“Well, then, I can’t wait to meet the man that has turned my friend around when it comes to serious romances.”

“You will meet him, I promise,” Allegra said as she raised her hand as if swearing what she said to be the truth.

“Can’t you at least tell me his name?” Raven inquired.

“I suppose that telling you his first name wouldn’t hurt anything,” Allegra said hesitantly. “Ok, his name is Philippe.”

“Wow,” Raven said as she raised an eyebrow. “That’s quite a fancy name he has!”

“Don’t you start!” Allegra exclaimed. “You were the one that wanted to know his name!”

“I know, I know,” Raven laughed. “I was just teasing you. It really is a very nice name.”

“Well, that’s all the information you’re getting on him for now.”

“So tell me,” Raven leaned into to Allegra. “Does he dress French?”

“Stop it!” Allegra exclaimed as she swatted a hand at Raven.

There was no way to know how long this discussion would have lasted if the little bell above the shop door had not tinkled just then to announce the arrival of a customer. They both turned to greet the new arrival and saw that it was Sabine LaPointe, the lovely new client that had come to see Raven only a few short weeks ago.

She looked just as lovely as she had the first time Raven had done a reading for her. Her dark hair was once more in long braid that hung provocatively over one shoulder and her gorgeous golden brown eyes were still just as compelling. There was something different about her that Raven sensed immediately.

“Sabine!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you!”

“Thank you, Raven,” Sabine replied smiling. “I was wondering if you would have time to read for me today.”

“Of course! In fact, I’ve got some free time right now if you would like!”

Raven wasn’t sure if she imagined the look of relief that crossed Sabine’s face but she chose to pretend she had not noticed.

“Yes, please,” Sabine said. “Now would be perfect!”

“Come this way, then,” Raven said as she led her to reading alcove.

Once there, she invited Sabine to sit as she lowered the drape to afford them some privacy. Then she joined her and started to shuffle the Tarot cards.

“You look as if you’re doing quite well,” Raven said as she shuffled. “Are there any particular questions or concerns that you would like to address today?”

Sabine seemed to think about her answer before delivering it.

“I took your advice, Raven,” she finally said. “I accepted the modeling job and it has been going very well so far. They’re really keeping me busy and the money is amazing! I’ve never had so much fun working. I almost feel guilty calling it work.”

Raven smiled broadly.

“I’m so happy to hear that, Sabine! See? The cards were right! Now, let’s see what they have to say about things for you today.”

Turning over the first card, Raven smiled.

“Three of Cups,” she announced. “You’ve had plenty of celebrating to do since you were here last!”

“Yes!” Sabine eagerly agreed. “I definitely have! As I said, the modeling job is perfect and, well, there have been other developments, too.”

“Oh really?” Raven teased slightly. “Well, let’s just have a look!”

Turning over another card, she smiled even brighter.

“The Sun says that you are happy in all areas of your life currently,” Raven said. “This must mean that you dealt with the new man situation. He’s going along with you on the new job, then.”

Sabine nodded somewhat shyly.

“Yes, I was worried at first that he wouldn’t support me in it, but now he seems to be fine about it all.”

“Then I am relieved for you, Sabine,” Raven said even though she was starting to feel a little shiver of apprehension.

Turning over another card, she frowned slightly.

“The Devil,” she said. “This is your card of obstacles or potentials. In this case, it might be either or both. You see, the Devil shows temptation that is bad for you. It also shows you breaking free of some type of negative bonds that have been holding you back. The advice to keep the bad from happening to you is in the next card which is the High Priestess. This card shows that you have excellent intuition and that you are aware that someone important to you has many secrets that he is keeping from you.”

“You said ‘he’. Does that mean Henri is the one keeping secrets from me?” Sabine asked worriedly.

“He very well could be, Sabine,” Raven replied. “But we knew all along that he might not be the best man for you.”

“What else do you see, Raven?” she asked.

Raven turned over another card. It was the Eight of Swords.

“The Eight of Swords tells us that you have the ability still to escape the trap that might be approaching you. But you must pay attention to your intuition. It will never steer you wrong,” Raven said.

She reached across the table and laid her hand on Sabine’s.

“You already know in your heart that something is not right,” she said intently. “You don’t have to admit to me. But you must admit it to yourself.”

“No, no,” Sabine said somewhat frantically. “I do want to tell you. I just don’t want it to be true.”

“Then, if you feel that you want to share something with me, please do.”

“Well, you know I told you that Henri has been very supportive of me in my modeling,” she began.

Raven nodded, encouraging her to continue.

Sabine took a deep breath.

“I’ve just had this feeling that he only became so cooperative when he saw how much money that I was making. I’m afraid that…that he’s been…. stealing from me.”

Raven briefly closed her eyes.

“Ok,” she said softly. “Sabine, you already know the truth and what you need to do. There is no reason to put it off now. You have this amazing career in front of you! Don’t let this piece of garbage tear you down! Stealing from you? No. You must end things, but you must not do it alone.”

“What do you mean?” Sabine inquired with a slight tremble in her voice.

“I mean have some people very nearby when you end things with Henri. I fear that he may be dangerous. Actually, when is your next out of town modeling assignment?”

“I’m to leave on Friday,” Sabine replied. “It’s for a shoot in Holland.”

“Then that’s perfect!” Raven exclaimed. “If he already knows that you’re going, then you will have the ideal opportunity to end things with him. Make sure you are not alone with him. How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” she said. “At least a couple of weeks, maybe a little longer. It is a shoot for several projects. The photographer is the same one for all of them and just felt that it would save on time to do them all at once.”

“Does Henri know where you are going?”

“Not precisely,” Sabine said. “Just that I am going to Holland.”

“Ok, that’s good then. Still, I would feel a lot better if you were to keep someone with you at all times. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I do,” Sabine sighed. “I just hate feeling like I have to be afraid of someone that I have begun to have feelings for, you know?”

“I do understand, sweetheart,” Raven said as she tried to comfort Sabine. “But the right man will come along for you and it will not be that far in the future.”

The rest of the reading was rather ordinary and, except for that niggling little feeling of apprehension, it went well. Raven hugged Sabine and walked her to the door of the shop. She continued to watch her as she walked away. When she returned to straighten up the reading table, she drew one more card on impulse regarding Sabine.

It was the Ten of Swords.

About the Author:

Lacey Edward was born and raised in Canada. She writes mainly paranormal romance fiction but enjoys throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good measure and to keep things interesting. Her first experience with vampires was the Barnabas Collins book she read in grade eight. She devoured it and never looked back – well, maybe over her shoulder once or twice.

Lacey lives in the country with her husband and two daughters. They enjoy skiing and sliding in the winter, swimming, golfing, and boating in the summer, and music all year long. Lacey also tries to keep up her mixed martial arts skills, just in case one of her unsavoury characters comes to life…

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Thanks for being with us, Lacey, and good luck with your novella Remembering Raven: Sabine! Folks, enjoy and have a great day.