Blaze Knight has been through hell and back, but the nightmares aren’t over yet.
Five years after Blaze was maimed by Cyrus Chimola, a powerful vampire with a penchant for torture, he’s still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. As a genetically engineered mercenary with the ability to bend fire to his will and to see in infrared, Blaze’s mission is to protect what’s left of humanity. When Chimola and his crew return to the Bronx gunning for Blaze’s blood, Blaze is forced to face the demons of his past. Hell-bent on revenge, he seeks the help of Valerie Medeiros, an NYPD detective who manages to steal his heart and save his life in more ways than one.
Motivated by her sister’s gruesome death, Valerie has made it her life’s goal to bury every vampire in the ground where they belong. When she brings in Blaze Knight for suspected murder, she discovers he’s not only innocent, he isn’t a man at all—he’s a half-vampire hybrid working with a band of brothers for the U.S. military. Valerie has a hard time trusting anything with fangs, yet she quickly falls headlong into Blaze’s life, a life full of darkness and horror she can’t even begin to fathom. The bodies are stacking up, but Valerie can’t seem to let go of this hybrid, a beautiful monster filled with pain, rage, and passion unlike anything she’s ever known.
Valerie kept her eyes locked on the glass windows covered with cigarette prices and beer ads, watching Tattoos pay up at the cash register. Once she reached the side of the building, she pressed her back against the warm brick wall. Sweat trickled down her spine and she wiped her clammy hands on her jeans before she drew her Beretta. She listened for the bell hanging above the store entrance, and when it jingled, she peered past the corner of the building.
There he is.
Holding a pack of Marlboros, he slipped it into his back pocket along with a silver money clip. He walked back toward the Chevelle, scanning the area one more time as he stepped off the concrete elevation.
This is it. Do it. Now!
With her gun pointed at the ground in a two-handed grip, Valerie pushed off the wall and turned the corner, staring at his back. Her voice was loud and clear as she called, “Blaze.”
He stopped and pivoted around. A fleeting expression of confusion filled his face, but it quickly turned into shock as she lifted her gun and shouted, “Freeze, NYPD!”
Gasps and shouts resounded as everyone turned their attention on her. Some people ducked while others gawked, and she wished they would just climb into their cars and get the hell out of here. She did her best to ignore them, keeping her focus solely on the man before her as she carefully approached him. He didn’t make any sudden movements, his brow furrowing as a muscle in his jaw ticked.
Valerie flashed her badge to prove she wasn’t bullshitting. “Get your hands in the air where I can see them.”
He slowly lifted his arms and spread his hands out wide. Then spoke with a voice like black gravel, matching his appearance all too well. “What’s going on here?”
She closed in on him, his presence becoming more and more overwhelming. Sirens resonated in the distance, sending a trickle of relief through her. He didn’t appear armed but that didn’t mean jack.
“Turn around and get down on the ground. Now!”
Anger consumed the confusion on his face but he surprisingly complied, giving her his back again before dropping to his knees with his hands above his head.
She kept her gun aimed and her mind submerged in the well of her calm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d arrested someone; she usually shot to kill. “Cross your ankles,” she ordered, and he did so, crossing his booted ankles as if he’d done this before.
Valerie placed her foot in the space between his legs, so if he attempted to stand he would end up flat on his face. People finally backed away as she removed her tungsten carbide handcuffs from her utility belt, gripping the Beretta with knuckles white as chalk. Tungsten carbide was the only metal strong enough to hold a vampire, but she used it on everyone, regardless of species. Two New Rochelle cruisers whipped into the gas station, blocking off both exits before four officers leapt out of their respective vehicles. Valerie put the gun up and cuffed Blaze’s dominant hand, swinging his right arm around before latching onto the left.
He didn’t put up a fight. He didn’t even flinch. But he balled his big hands into fists at his back. She read him his Miranda rights as she cinched the cuffs around both of his thick wrists.
“You have the right to remain silent—”
“I have the right to know what’s going on,” he growled, showing her his savage profile.
“Anything you do or say can be used against you in a court of law.”
“What are you arresting me for?”
“You have the right to an attorney.”
“Fuck the attorney—”
She yanked the chain of his cuffs, bringing his solid body against her as the faint scent of cologne tickled her nose. She leaned into his ear, anger flashing through her as she thought of bloody grass and charred flesh.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Elena Delgado. Now get the fuck up and move.”
L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she’s been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.
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Author page: facebook.com/ldroseauthorpage
All about Judith…
I was one of those girls who always loved school and books, so I studied to become an elementary school teacher, thinking I’d inspire kids to love learning as much as I did. News Flash. Not every kid is enamored of math and reading. The good news? I love kids too. So I even enjoyed the ones who fought learning every inch of the way. When I had my daughters, though, and stayed home to raise them—supposedly until they reached first and third grade–the laws changed, and no one wanted a teacher with a master’s degree in our state, so I took up writing as a hobby. Big mistake. I’ve never quit. I love it more the longer I write.
1. How did you come up with the idea for your current story?
Blood Battles is the novel that follows Fallen Angels. The books started when I asked myself, What would happen if an angel wanted to join Lucifer when he rebelled and was thrown in the pit, but another angel—a friend—stopped him? And what if, instead of being grateful, Caleb, the rebel angel, was furious? He didn’t see himself as saved from the pit, but stuck in Heaven? So he says so, and he’s thrown to Earth to repent—but likes it there. He learns that mortals’ blood can replenish him almost as well as the Light did, and he infects humans with his own immortality, creating vampires. His friend, Enoch, is sent to Earth to clean up Caleb’s mess. But Enoch discovers that some vampires cave to their bloodlust, while others fight it. And he respects and admires them for that. So he befriends the good vampires and falls in love with Voronika—and his life just gets more and more complicated, until in Blood Battles, he teams up with the good vampires to save them from the rogues who want to destroy them. And the vampire war begins.
When I wrote mysteries, I was an outline fanatic, so that I could keep track of clues and red herrings. Didn’t help me. None of the novels sold. A few came close, but no cigar. Urban fantasy feels more fluid, more flexible, so for my novels or novellas, after I get the big idea that hooks me, I like to think of the opening scene, then the setting and set-up. I like two or three plot twists after that, and I always have to know the end. If I have the twists to aim for, I know I won’t go off on too big of a tangent while I try to get there. And then I create the characters who’ll lead me a merry chase along the way. I make a character wheel for each one of them, so they become living, breathing people in my head. (Shirley Jump, a romance writer, gave a workshop on character wheels and teaches classes on them. They work for me!)
3. What is your favorite scene in the book? Why?
When I finished the novel and sent it to my agent, she didn’t ask for ANY rewrites. BUT she wanted a scene added to the end of the book that showed Enoch and Voronika at their friends’ wedding. The wedding had been mentioned through the entire story, but I never showed it, and she felt gypped. More
than that, the wedding is personally meaningful to Enoch and Voronika. Intimate scenes aren’t my strong point. I struggle with them, and I try to avoid
them, but this one almost wrote itself. It felt right. And Lauren really liked it. I surprised myself. I liked it too.
4. What is the highest goal that you desire to meet as an author?
Someday, I’d like to write novels that are as wonderful as my favorite authors—Elizabeth George (mystery), Patricia Briggs, Ilona Andrews, and Faith Hunter’s Jane Yellowrock series—but I want to do it MY way. I want to learn the right balance of plot, pacing, characters, and voice and combine them into an intoxicating brew that keeps readers turning the pages and waiting for the next book.
5. Who is the one author that you would love to meet someday and why?
Not in the afterlife (because I’m not in a big hurry to get there), but through mysticism or magic, I’d love to meet Agatha Christie. I still love her mystery
puzzles, and she struck me as such an interesting person—divorced and then remarried to a younger man who was an archaeologist. She went on digs with him. Raised a daughter. Loved to try new things. And what a mind! I might not want to meet her for lunch, though, unless I was sure my tea or sandwich wasn’t poisoned.
6. What is the best piece of advice you would give to someone that wants to get into writing?
My first advice: Read, read, and read more.
2nd : Pay attention to the things that make you like one author more than another, study what they do and how.
3rd : Sit down and write. Try to do your best, but give yourself permission to mess up. It takes time to develop your own style and voice. Just do it until you get better.
4th : There are lots of writing how-to books and workshops and classes and blogs. Read them. Learn from them. But mostly, just keep writing.
5th: As Kurt Vonnegut said, “Don’t quit your day job.” It all takes time. Be patient with yourself.
7. How do you spend your free time? Do you have a favorite place to go and unwind?
I love puttering in my kitchen. Cooking relaxes me. That’s why I joined the Foodie Group on Goodreads. (I can’t say enough good things about Goodreads, by the way). I can sit and flip through cookbooks and be a happy girl. I’m hooked on foodtv, and my husband tries to keep me away from In the Kitchen with all of its gadgets on QVC. Zesters can look impossible to resist.
A mob boss is staked when he walks out onto a high balcony. Five of Caleb’s vampire generals are staked during the day while they sleep. And finally, a mortal is staked in Three Rivers while he’s working late at his office. Enoch won’t allow rogue vampires in his city. If they hunt in Three Rivers, he returns the favor. But he soon learns that much more is brewing in the vampire world. A war’s coming between rogue vampires and his former friend’s generals. Enoch’s still
angry at Caleb, but he vows to help the good vampires any way he can. He has no idea who their enemy is or how many enemies they face, but he soon discovers the battle’s far bigger than he ever imagined.
Connect with Judith Post
My blog link: http://writingmusings.com/
My web page link: http://www.judithpostswritingmusings.com/
My twitter name is: @judypost
My Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5023544.Judith_Post
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