Turning The Pages Book of the Year 2013
I
am thrilled that my book – Half Blood- has been nominated for Turning The Pages Book of
the Year 2013 – in the following categories
& Book of the Year - Star
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Paranormal
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Romance
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Adventure
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Brought up in
foster care, Harmony Jones didn't know she was the first, and only
half human, half vampire, until Zander Washington moved into the
apartment across the hall. A full blood vampire he's been sent to
kill her by the vampire council instead he's fallen in love with her.
Now they're out to get him too.
Hidden deep under
the Himalayan Mountains, Ar'ranma, the vampire city is where they
must go to plead for Harmony's life.
Hunting them, the
beautiful but vicious full blood vampire hunter, Celina. She wants
her old lover Zander, back and and she wants Harmony dead, and she'll
do anything to make it happen.
As love triumphs
and the old ways change, the vampire nation is sent into turmoil.
Chapter One
The
first thing Harmony Jones remembered when she woke up was - she’d
tasted human blood.
She’d
felt its warmth cascade over her lips. Felt the sweet nectar of the
life it carried coursing down her throat.
What
half of her craved, and then answered the call of the blood lust?
Certainly not the human half, but her mother had wanted her father’s
love, a vampire’s love, hadn't she? Only the vampire part of her
could feel that good as she sank her newly grown fangs into the pale
soft flesh of the woman’s neck.
Harmony
rolled her slim naked body over between the fresh clean sheets of her
bed savoring the memory and found Zander’s body lying next to her.
Like her, he was naked, and like her he’d drank blood the night
before, only for him it wasn't his first time.
Zander
Washington. Whispering his name softly, she watched the rhythmic rise
and fall of his taut muscular chest, his breathing deep with sleep.
Rolling back onto her pillow she listened through the half open
bedroom window to New York ending another day and beginning another
night. The cool spring night air drifted in, carrying with it the
sounds and smells of the vibrant city.
Harmony
had never known her mother. She´d been brought up in foster care.
She’d been told her father died before she was born, and that her
mother couldn't cope with her.
Her
father wasn't dead. He was a vampire. Was her mother with him?
Everything she believed in had been turned upside down by the vamp
lying next to her.
Turning
her head she watched as Zander began to snore softly. Harmony wanted
to lose herself in their lovemaking all over again. She ran her hand
lightly over his stomach slowly edging down towards his, for the
moment, limp, manhood. Expertly manipulating his softness between her
finger and thumb Harmony massaged
him,
getting excited by his small flaccidness in her hand growing larger
and harder from her efforts. Zander’s snore changed from a light
nasal grunt to an audible groan as he trembled in her hand.
He
opened his eyes and looked up into her sloping dark midnight eyes,
set in a pale amber face, with gracefully high cheek bones. She saw
by the way he looked at her, and touched her head, he loved the lie
of her mop of thick, short cut, raven black hair, and he wanted to
feel her full almost pouting lips, on his now thick erection. Harmony
sensed that her lips, the color of fresh blood, gave him an
uncontrollable rush of exhilaration as he placed his hands on her
head and pulled her down to him. She caught the edge of his
expectation as he waited for the exquisite sensation of her open
willing mouth.
Making
love with Zander, Harmony decided, was like nothing she’d ever
experienced before. His arousal of her body was sensational. His
touch sensitive and understanding. He knew instinctively a woman’s
hidden desires, expertly finding her erogenous zones.
It wasn't meant to be this way. Harmony had never wanted to fall in
love with him. She couldn't help herself. From the first moment
Zander exploded into her life when he moved into the apartment next
door, Harmony had felt the supernatural link between them.
She’d
observed him coming and going, taking his things into his new
apartment. In the days just after he’d moved in, when they passed
in the corridor, he’d ignored her. At least his body did. His eyes
said something different. His eyes studied her very carefully. She
was sure she saw the corners of his nose twitch, as if he were
tasting her aroma.
Harmony
loved the night, she always had. As a child she would sneak out onto
her bedroom window ledge and sit for hours just absorbing the feeling
of its mystery. She’d always wanted to be a part of it - somehow
she knew she belonged to it. Now she was the night. Finally she
belonged to it, and she belonged to Zander, and he to her.
Zander’s
body heaved on the crescendo of the orgasm she was giving him - then
he was still.
“Your
turn.” he breathed huskily to her stomach. Moving down her body, he
opened her legs: using his tongue expertly bringing her to a climax.
Would
they drink blood tonight?
Or
would they eat human food?
Everything
she’d ever read about vampires had been turned upside-down.
Vampires don’t have children with humans. Vampires can only drink
blood. Vampires can’t go out in the sunlight. A vampire could turn
a human into a vampire by biting them. It was all wrong. Zander had
lifted the lies.
Zander
got up from the bed stretching his taut sinewy body to his full
height of just over six feet. Raising his arms high above his head,
he gave a yawn of perfect satisfaction. The sight of his naked body
thrilled Harmony’s senses. Her eyes traced the cobra tattoo that
wound around his torso from his waist over his chest, across his
back, the snake’s head finally resting on his right shoulder.
As
he strode off to take a shower, she lay back on the bed remembering
their first conversation.
Bernie’s
Diner on the corner of 53rd
and main was where they’d met, or rather where Zander had followed
her to. Harmony went there every evening for breakfast before
starting work on the night shift as a hematologist at the Mount Sinai
hospital. She ordered what she always ordered; a steak, ultra rare, a
side order of fries and a tomato juice.
She
didn’t go to work that night, nor any other night, and she never
went back to the hospital.
Zander
filled her nights and days. He completed her.
Until
she met Zander there’d always been a piece missing to her. Her
psyche hungered for liberation; a longing that needed to be set free
from so many unseen constraints. She was floundering around in a dark
pool of unfulfilled emptiness. And then, there was Zander. All her
longings and wishfulness evaporated in the essence of his magnetic
presence.
She´d
eaten her steak, aware of Zander’s dark eyes watching her every
move. A tingle of anticipation coursed through her body, as she felt
his intense scrutiny, penetrating her outer layers, into the depths
of her soul.
Casually
nonchalant, he approached her. Flopping down onto the seat opposite,
throwing his legs up on the booth bench coolly crossing them at his
ankles. He ordered a black coffee.
Harmony
waited expectantly for the waitress to say something, like, “Get
your hulking legs off the furniture, you jerk. Don’t you know it’s
clean - ain't you got no respect?”
Mari
had a wide reputation for poor customer service. It was also well
known she was giving Bernie, something his wife found disgusting -
one helluva great blow job.
Curiously,
Mari said nothing: she just smiled at Zander, as she filled up his
cup with the sweet smelling black liquid.
Winking
a girl-to-girl wink at Harmony, she left them in peace and went back
to insulting the other customers. Her employment was safe, even if
Bernie’s marriage wasn’t.
Zander
took a long swig of the hot rich coffee, his dark perceptive eyes
never leaving her face. Finally putting the cup back down on the
table, he´d said “Tell me, did your pop die before you were born?”
What
sort of question is that?
Harmony asked herself.
“That’s
an original line. No guy’s come up with that one before. Usually
it’s, you've got the greatest something or other. Asking about my
old man...that’s new.”
“Let
me guess. He died before you could remember him, and he died a
hero...right?”
“Why
are you so interested in my father?” she retorted, annoyed.
Zander
lifted a quizzical eyebrow in her direction waiting for her answer.
“Look,
so what if my dad was a cop. And that he died just before I was born.
He was killed in the line of duty, okay? Are you smelling
me?”
“Not
on the outside…on the inside. You have no idea who you are, do
you?” He leaned across the table and ran his index finger along the
bridge of her nose, stopping briefly at the tip.
“I
know exactly who I am.”
“No…you
don’t. You know who you think you are, but that’s very different
to what, and who, you actually are.”
“And
you know who I am better than I know myself?”
“Yes.
Yes, I do.”
“Okay,
smartarse, who am I?”
“The
main point is…it’s not really who you are, but what you are.”
She
decided the conversation was becoming surreal and looked for a way
out. How she could have imagined he was interesting in the first
place, she could only guess at.
“If
you don’t mind, I’ll just eat and then go to work.” Harmony
concentrated on her now cold steak with the distinct feeling that the
good-looking guy who’d just moved in next door was a total nut job.
“Come
on...don’t pretend you don’t want to know. Has no part of you
ever felt out of sync with the rest of humanity?”
Harmony
curtailed a desire to scream. She’d always felt out of sync with
the rest of the world, but being told your inner most worries by a
complete stranger troubled her logic to the bursting point. How could
he possibly know anything about her, especially what went on in the
unhappy recesses of her unfulfilled mind?
“Okay,
again smartarse...what am I?” Do
you really know who I am, because I sure wish I did?
“You’re
a half blood. Not a perfect being, but almost.”
“Now
you rude bastard, you just listen to me.” Harmony began.
He
smiled a deep knowing smile that bordered on patronizing, but not
quite.
“You’re
stating the obvious, one of my ancestors was black, and I’m proud
of it. Now why don’t you go away, and leave me alone.” She went
back to her cold bloody meal.
Thanks
a lot asshole. The one thing I’m sure about of my parents, and you
have to degrade it.
Zander
swung his long graceful legs down onto the floor and got up from his
bench, sliding himself next to her he said, “I wasn't referring
to your human parentage, which means very little to me. I was
alluding to your father’s blood…the vampire half of you.”
Harmony’s
fork froze in mid-air. It was definite: the good-looking guy who’d
moved in next door to her was a lunatic. Humor
him, go to work, and ignore him.
“I’m
not a lunatic.”
Can
he read my thoughts?
“Of
course I can read your thoughts. You see, I’m a vampire too. Only
I’m a bit more perfect. I’m a full blood.”
“Prove
it.” Harmony said, turning to look him in the eye, but he'd gone.
She hadn't felt him go. She hadn't heard him go. He was simply
gone, vanished. She called over to Mari, “Did you see the guy
sitting with me leave?”
“Who
gives a damn?” Mari answered in her usual polite way.
Harmony
turned back. Zander was again sitting grinning at her in the seat
opposite.
“How
in god’s name?” she managed to utter.
“This
is not the place. Let’s go for a walk in the park.”
He´d
left enough dollar bills on the table to cover the food and led her
out of the diner; into her new life.
That
had been two months before.
Zander
called to her from the shower.
“Come
and join me. I've still got an enormous erection.”
Vampires
were not like human men; they were never
satisfied. And, they gave complete satisfaction every time, all
the time.
Harmony
threw the covers back and headed for the shower, her nipples hard
with expectation.
Thanks
for reading this post.
Josephine
Sanchez-Vanner
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