As a child, Valerie
would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark
Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.”
She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an
adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any
vampire movie she could find.
Being
a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of
paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed
Series and from there she was hooked.
Today,
Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When
she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive
women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German
shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.
IMMORTAL GUARDIANS: ETERNAL FLAME
A woman he cannot have,
a man who is only a dream.
When
guardian Marcus Dagotto, discovers the Gods have gifted him with a mate, he is
pissed. He has no room for love and even less for a human who has no idea he
exists.
Cassandra
Jensen, has a shattered heart and has given up on men. Only one man can set her
body on fire, but he is a fantasy that haunts her sleep.
Two
worlds, one desire.
When
the two collide, fate will rip them apart and test their resolve. Will darkness
and evil prevail? Or, will love conquer all?
EXCERPT
She
glanced at the clock, it was one a.m. But the last thing she wanted to do was
sleep. She set her glass down and moved off the couch. “I’m not tired.” She
reached for his hand and dug for her courage. She had a feeling he didn’t want
to leave. “Kiss me.”
He
pulled her close and ran his fingers down her cheek. He leaned down and brushed
his lips against hers. Gently, he nibbled her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth
open with his tongue. She parted her lips, he took full advantage, pressed his
way deeper into her mouth, held the kiss before he broke away.
She
opened her eyes and let out a sigh. “You’re a good kisser, Marcus.” She leaned
into him and pressed her body against his. Wrapping her arms around his neck,
she pulled him to her, and their lips came together. Her tongue did a
deliberate slow dance across his, making him moan. Her core turned to lava, the
heat almost too much to bear.
He
pushed her away. “Cassie. I could stand here and kiss you all night, but I’d
better go before I make an ass of myself and you end up hating me.”
She
reached for his hand, knowing what his aim was. “Why do you think I would end
up hating you?” She worried it might be the other way around. Would he think
her a wanton woman? She tried to cap her desire, but the need to live what
happened in her dreams overruled her common sense.
“I
will not lie. I believe in the truth, always. I want you. I want to lie you on
the bed and make passionate love to you until neither of us can move.”
“Then
what’s stopping you?” she whispered.
“Love,
did I hear you correctly?” Disbelief was written on his face.
She
gazed into his stormy eyes. “I will admit, I’m not the type who sleeps with a
man on the first date.” She looked down at his chest. “Hell, not even the
second or third.” Her eyes moved back up to meet his. “I can’t say what it is,
this connection I feel. I just know I need you.”
He
pulled her close, his mouth crushing hers. Their tongues glided across each
other in a play for dominance. Her nipples hardened and strained against the
fabric of her dress. With only the thin layer of material between them, she
felt his cock harden.
She
pulled away and gasped for air as she led him to the darkened bedroom. Her
courage wavered for a moment. She’d come this far, there would be no stopping
now. She didn’t want to stop.
“Marcus,
I don’t know how to explain it. I trust you, and to be honest, your touch sets
me on fire. I need you, but if this isn’t what you want, then I’ll understand.”
She held her breath and waited for his reaction.
He
traced a finger along her cheek. “There’s no way in hell I’m leaving now,
unless of course, you toss me on the street.”
She
reached for his shirt, her fingers trembling as she loosened the first button.
He grabbed her wrists. “If at any time you want to stop, tell me.”
Her
head shook and continued with the buttons until they were completely undone.
She pushed the shirt past his shoulders and onto the floor. Breath escaped her
lungs when the moonlight filtered in the windows and danced across his chest.
He was remarkable, better than her dreams.
He
removed the clip that held her hair. Her chestnut curls spilled around her
shoulders. He moaned when his fingers ran through the silky mass. The dress
became a second skin, and she was ready to be rid of it, but before she could
make a move, he reached behind her neck and untied the halter. The dress fell
to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. His eyes became drunk with desire. He
tipped his head down and ran his tongue over her nipple, causing it to pebble.
God, she had almost come undone right there.
“You
have too many clothes on,” she said, reaching for the button on his pants.
He
moved off her breast, and she cried out from the ache he left behind. “I could
say the same for you, love.” He kicked off his boots while she dropped her
dress to the floor. She was left standing in a red thong and black heels. There
would be no turning back now.
Grabbing
the waistband of his pants, she yanked them to the floor, and his erection
sprung free. Her tongue traced her lips, desperate to savor him. He was much
bigger than she had experienced, but that only heightened her arousal. She
dropped to her knees and ran her tongue over the tip of his shaft. He tasted of
salt and seduction. He wrapped a fist in her hair and groaned. She sucked him
in, taking every inch. Drunk by the pleasure she gave him.
He
threw his head back. “Oh gods, Cassie, you feel so good. Don’t stop.”
As
if she could. No, she was a woman possessed, determined to take him over the
edge. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to make him scream her name.
BEHIND
THE SCENES
- Is there a word or phrase you catch
yourself overusing?
My husband tells me I swear
like a sailor. I use the word “fuck” often, so needless to say some of my
characters are pretty colorful.
- How do you know you’ve written a good
book?
I have critique partners
and beta readers. I count on them to tell me if something works or not. I would
be truly lost without these wonderful ladies. I can honestly say, they are real
ego boosters and if not for them, I’m not sure I would ever think my work good
enough to publish.
- How do you keep your characters and
stories organized?
I use Microsoft OneNote. I
have a page for each character with their description and a picture. I have
pages for general themes and ideas. I can’t tell you how many times I have to
refer back to these pages. *I also love looking at the sexy men* Oops, did I
say that out loud?
- Are you a Swooper (write first, edit
later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?
I swoop. I learned early on
that editing as I went took the steam out of my writing and caused me to lose
my muse. I will go back and read/edit if I get to a point where I’m stuck. This
helps me come up with fresh ideas and I can then go back and pick up where I
left off.
- What is the one thing you must have to
be able to write?
I need quiet, I am easily
distracted.
- Did you have any bad habits when you
began writing? How did you correct those habits?
Lol, are you kidding? I
hate commas, I think they are evil little creatures that should be banished. I
had to learn to stop and take a breath in my writing. I still find myself
rambling from time to time.
- What are you currently working on? How
is it different from other books you’ve written?
I’m actually working on
book two of Immortal Guardians right now. However, I did write an erotic
paranormal romance that will be published in November, called Amazon Heat.
Though Eternal Flame has sex, it was different writing something much steamier.
- What types of scenes are your favorite
to write?
I actually love dialogue. I
know many writers hate it, but I find it fun to flesh out a character and bring
them to life using their own words. I find I can actually get to know them
better through their dialogue.
- When and where can readers look
forward to seeing you this year?
I don’t have any plans this
year, but I hope to be attending RT Book Lovers convention in New Orleans next
May.
- Are you always in the driver’s seat?
Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?
I’d like to say I’m in
control and would never let my characters run the show. With that said, they
have made me rewrite entire chapters. They pester me at the worst times and are
relentless. Have you ever dealt with a Dragon-shifter before? *rolls eyes* they
are demanding to say the least.
- What is your least favorite part of
the writing process?
Edits. I would much rather
scrub the toilet with a toothbrush.
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