Happy Release Day & Happy Birthday to Me! & Giveaway

Happy Release Day & Happy Birthday to Me! & Giveaway

Two people from two worlds collide in a test of wills.

Olivia Esmerelda Vasques has always been in control—in the boardroom, in the bedroom, and in her life. But when her partner/ex-husband insists she needs a vacation, Olivia is reluctant to give in until the board of directors issues an ultimatum: take a vacation or don’t bother coming back.

So hiking Mt. McKinley it is. Not her idea of fun, especially after she stumbles into something she can’t quite explain and doesn’t really understand. All she knows is that the sexy warrior she meets has promised to keep her safe. The problem is, she doesn’t know if she can survive him.

Bödvar (Blue) Varangian never expected to have his ass handed to him by the saucy firecracker that barrels into him in the woods. Scared out of her mind, and just a bit moody, she’s now his responsibility. However, she doesn’t take kindly to him telling her what to do, even though she’s been thrust into a world of shifters and vampires and is obviously in way over her head. He knows her type, yet he can’t help wanting to tame her. But his cravings run dark; something he suspects will have her running faster and farther than the threat she currently faces.

Can two people from two different worlds find a way to navigate their journey of friendship, love, and their darkest desires?

**PNR, SHIFTERS, HUNTERS, Light BDSM, +18 and over Multicultural/Interracial Romance**

It’s my birthday and my release day! If I could throw confetti, I would! I’m excited for all of you to see Blue in all his story! And as thanks to all you beautiful readers out there, I’m giving away, a signed copy of Arctic Bound, Dire Cravings, and In The Cover of Night. All Shifters! The first two are part of my Arctic Wolves Series, the last book will introduce you to a hot panther shifter living in Louisianna.

I’ll also throw in a nifty 25$ Amazon GC! All you need to do to enter is leave a comment! (With email) so I can contact you to let you know you’ve won!

Here are the books I’ll be giving away. (SIGNED)


I did not see a monster drain a man dry of blood. Not possible. The images played on a loop in Olivia’s mind as she ran.

Three days.

That’s how long she’d been running nonstop.

Olivia’s legs carried her forward, but not fast enough. She kept going, suspecting that the creatures who’d attacked her camp were not far behind. The altitude alone slowed her down. Every sound made her skin crawl, and her heart race. The silence made her hyper-aware. The forest slept while she attempted to evade the men chasing her. You are not in a slasher flick, Liv. Keep moving. The erratic beat of her pulse served as a reminder that she still lived.  With every breath, her chest burned. The weather grew colder, wetter. The damp air hindered her movements and made her clothes stick to her skin. The combination of icy sweat against her overheated body exhausted her limbs. Her dry mouth and swollen tongue only served as an annoyance and a reminder of things she took for granted. Like water. Food. She was parched for water yet soaked from exhaustion. That show with the dude who got dropped in remote locations to survive…he would probably tell his viewers to drink up the sweat or drink their own urine. But time wasted meant certain death in Olivia’s mind. And what was considered safe? What constituted her life no longer being in danger?  Dead in the forest on a forced vacation posed a serious problem for Olivia.

What the hell were those things back there? Not vampires. Vampires didn’t exist. They had to be crazy drugged-up men. Yeah. Psychos. Because anything else would make her certifiable, and Olivia Vasques was not crazy. The men back at the camp had killed the Moores—a nice husband and wife. The Chesters—newlyweds who only wanted an adventure, had their throats ripped to shreds. The photographer, Ben—strung up by his feet from a tree limb while still alive, his blood seeping into the ice-cold ground beneath him to mix with the snow and mud. And their guide, Art. She hadn’t seen his body. There was too much blood and chaos for her to truly digest what her mind took in.

Thank God, she hadn’t screamed. A lot of good it had done her. The moment Olivia stepped foot inside the camp and witnessed the carnage, they sensed her. Blood dripped down the sides of their mouths as they hunched over the prone bodies of her fellow travel companions. Their heads snapped up. Eyes lit up like red lasers were eerie and devoid of sanity zeroed in on her. They followed her every movement, like the scope of a sniper’s rifle. One may have even called out to her.

No, thank you. She was not that girl. The one who died within the first five minutes of a slasher flick. Fuck that shit.

There’d be no dying today. She had a company to run. An ex-husband and board members to murder. This had been their idea, after all. Issuing an ultimatum and forcing her into a vacation she didn’t need nor want. Because of them, she was now running for her life. Her lungs burned, and all the cardio and spinning classes she took did absolutely nothing to help with her endurance. Not while in the mountains. The air was thinner, and her body felt like two tons of brick.

Her legs, now boneless, would give at any minute. Olivia’s feet throbbed in places she hadn’t known existed, and the blood in her veins felt thick and sluggish. With every inhale and exhale of breath, her ribcage protested with sharp slices of torment.  I’m too loud. They would hear her. She needed to slow down, backtrack and find shelter to rest for the evening. Grab some sleep before her body no longer supported her. If she slept at night and ran during the day, it would buy her some time. The idea made sense to her shattered mind. If she hid and slept while it was dark, and ran during the day, those things wouldn’t find her. She hadn’t seen one while the sun was out. Though she hadn’t really seen one at night either.

They’re playing with you.

Toying with their food in hopes of wearing her out. Or maybe it didn’t matter what time of the day she slept or ran.

Animals sensed fear and anxiety. But those monsters were men. Escaped lunatics from a local hospital surely. But in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness? There wasn’t a hospital for hundreds of miles, least of all a mental facility. Would anyone even look for her? No. They wouldn’t. A forced two-week vacation that the board deemed non-negotiable. If she so much as answered an email, her employment ended. Fuckers.

She knew their plans. They didn’t like the way she ran things. Wanted to shove her out, start recruitment for her replacement. They had another thing coming if they thought to toss her aside. She’d helped make Madds, Parsons, and Goldberg the best insurance agency in the business. She’d bled for them. What a coincidence it would be if she died because of them. I am not going to die.

The sound of something ahead drew Olivia up short. Had they found her? Ducking behind a moss-covered boulder, she plastered herself against the stone, hoping to become one with it. She tried to hold in her breath, the act impossible as her heart beat loudly, broadcasting her location.

The moist ground smelled of wet vegetation. Her water-resistant boots protected her from the cold and wet of the mud but did nothing for the agony in her feet.  Her body fought against her will to live. On the inside, the temperature burned. A toasty one hundred and two degrees if she had to guess. Which in turn made her sweaty—the reason her clothing clung to her skin. Hiking was not a part of her regular vocabulary or on her list of things to do before she died. She worked at an insurance agency, in a corner office. She ordered espressos with petit fours. Where were those two guys from that show when you needed them? You are not a survivalist, Liv. This felt more like a movie she’d seen where people hunted people. I gotta find a way to get out of here. The mountains well within her sight fueled her objective. It had been her target for the past three days. Her mind supplied the illusion that if she somehow made it to the mountain, she may come out of this horrible ordeal alive.


She’d cover herself in mud like Arnold had in that movie with the alien. Then, she wouldn’t be seen. At least, she prayed that was the case. Because if it wasn’t. She was screwed.

Will it work, Vasques?

It had better work, running any farther would be next to impossible. Olivia slid down the boulder and began coating her clothing, face, and hair with mud. She wouldn’t focus on all the bacteria, or the possible infections she could get. Or how cold and slimy it felt as she caked it on. Nope. She would imagine all the health benefits a mud bath offered. Your only free spa day, and you’re rubbing mud into your skin to save your life.

Olivia had to face reality. Death could be a real possibility for her. She didn’t know if the mud would work. She didn’t know anything at this point, except that she wanted to live. Survive to run another day, get off the mountain, go back to civilization, and when she returned from her forced vacation, she’d sue the ever-loving shit out of the company for emotional and mental stress.

That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Exhaustion set in fast as she slumped against the boulder. Adrenaline left her body by the gallons, replaced by irrational fear. Her eyes darted around the forest every second, her ears pricked at every sound. In the brush in front of her, she heard growling. Her limbs wouldn’t move. But her stomach rolled, and her mouth filled with saliva as a wave a nausea overtook her. Frozen in place, she waited. Exhaustion had zapped what little strength she had left.

Dig deep, Vasques. Pull that last burst of energy from your gut and move your ass!

The mental pep talk didn’t do her any good. Her vision blurred and the loud rushing of blood between her ears, gave her an massive headache. Unable to make out what animal hid in front of her, Olivia cringed. She heard the growl again. It was enough to get her heart to pump more blood into her system, giving her the strength and willpower to move. She made it to her feet within seconds, focused in on the mountain, and took off as fast as her boots would carry her.

As she ran, she heard the distinct sound of something chasing after her. She didn’t want to look back. If she did, she’d fall. It happened in every movie that ever involved a vampire. Turn around, you lose your footing, and then you die. Nope, it wasn’t going to happen to her. But her stupid, stupid mind told her there was no such thing as vampires, so it must be something else that pursued her. A bear? An elk? Are there even elk in Alaska? Whatever was chasing her, she wanted to know. Needed to know. She couldn’t not know.

Olivia chanced a quick glance over her shoulder and found that it wasn’t vampires. It was something much worse. A large, black beast of a wolf was trailing her, and its ice-blue eyes did not appear in the least bit friendly. The wolf looked pissed. It was also the size of a fucking pony. Holy mother of God! I promise to go to confession every Tuesday night if you just get me out of this. Please! Now, she was praying to the Virgin Mother. She was officially screwed. But then, the last pocket of energy she needed kicked in, and she knew outrunning the beast was absurd. Even if she tried to confuse it by zig-zagging in a jagged path. Wait. Don’t they travel in packs? Wolves weren’t solitary creatures. Stop thinking and run, Liv. Fucking run.

Her legs felt gelatinous, but she didn’t stop. The idea of climbing up a tree to save her life held appeal. But her arms probably wouldn’t hold her weight due to exhaustion, and the idea of lifting her bodyweight seemed altogether impossible—and dangerous. If she stopped, the wolf would pounce. There was no true clearing in the woods, only tree after tree after tree. The closer she got to the mountain, the colder it became. Olivia tried to focus in on the brush in front of her but failed. Everything was a blur. The sound of paws pounding the ground in pursuit of her had gone silent. But she knew the wolf was there, somewhere, waiting to attack. Her nerves calmed slightly at the idea that the wolf had given up its chase. But then her mind supplied the soundtrack, and she freaked out all over again. Hopefully, muddy human wasn’t on the menu, and the wolf simply wanted her out of its territory.

It didn’t matter. Olivia wasn’t about to slow down. But what she did do was turn her head to double-check her suspicions. Which was why, when her body collided with solid steel, she was knocked flat on her ass. She ached all over. There was a chance she’d broken said ass during the fall, but as she looked up, way up, she found a mountain of a man standing in front of her. She had to be dreaming. No, because you only dream of tall, dark, and handsome. Not tall, light, and… Her train of thought was lost when the stranger with the long, blond hair and ice-blue eyes peered at her, his savagely rugged beard outlined a face that belonged in an epic poem. Not just any tale, but a Viking eulogy, or an Icelandic saga complete with a ship burial as flaming arrows danced across the sky and embedded in their targets. In other words, she was imagining a tall sexy as sin blond male, instead of a beast of a wolf, hellbent on killing her. Because none of it was real. It was Olivia’s last coherent thought before darkness claimed her.


7 Things about Vampires you’d want to know

7 Things about Vampires you’d want to know

The results are in!


Their "Sire Bond" The way the make other vampires


They are hotter than hell


They are strong


If they can have offspring


Do they ever wish for a true and final death?


They are Immortal

Remember, I’m not the expert. But I decided to bring this question to the table among trusted peers, and these are our answers.  By trusted peers, I mean the ones in my head. *Hey* Characters have opinions too.

  •  The sire bond and how one vampire makes another.
    • The sire bond can be a real thing, and it can also be broken, especially if there is a traumatic episode. As far as making one another, well, yeah, that happens, like all the time.
  • They are hotter than hell.
    • Yes and no. There are some unsavory types. And beauty can be on the outside and they could be ugly on the inside right? I know some of those types of vampires.
  • Strong?
    • Of course, they are. They can lift quadruple their weight if not more right?
  • Offspring?
    • Well, there are a couple of possibilities. In Van Helsing (Hugh Jackman version) Dracula was trying his best to have offspring, but it didn’t work out so well. Edward and Bella managed to make little Esme, and in some stories, they can most definitely produce offspring.
  • Do they ever wish for a true and final death?
    • Maybe, are there some suicidal vamps roaming around out there? Probably. Or they go insane, right?
  • They are immortal.
    • I think this is also up for debate. As I know some real life vampires that want to suck the life from my very existence. Unless of course they are immortal and I never knew. (Gees, lets hope not.)

Virna De Paul's #FollowFriday Turned out April 2014!


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Perfect for fans of J. R. Ward, Nalini Singh, and Lara Adrian, bestselling author Virna DePaul’s new series of paranormal romances introduces readers to a thrilling world where vampires secretly co-exist with humans, seduction rules the night, and the stakes are nothing less than life and undeath.

Welcome to a mesmerizing world where vampires hide among humans. This centuries-old species has its own rules, code of conduct, and taboos. Only the FBI knows that vampires exist—and although the Bureau agrees to keep their secret, it also plots to give humans the upper hand.
Turning mortals into vampires is forbidden.
But there are creatures who refuse to play by the rules.

Ever since he was turned, FBI special agent Ty Duncan has had one mission: bring rogue vampires to justice. As a recruiter for Belladonna, a shadow agency formed to keep vampires in check, Ty must tap Ana Martin, a troubled ex–gang member and one of the few mortals who can infiltrate places that his kind and the law cannot. From their first encounter, Ty fights a hunger to make Ana his own.
“If you’re looking for a hot, sexy, emotional read, Virna DePaul delivers!”

When Ty claims to have information about Ana’s missing sister, Ana has no choice but to trust this captivating stranger who awakens her deepest desires. But as she and Ty climb the heights of pleasure and passion, an enemy is conspiring to destroy them both.

Can Ana help Ty find his humanity in a love that could heal them both, or will their passion lead them into a darkness impossible to escape?

Advance praise for Turned
 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author J. Kenner
“A captivating start to a fascinating new series with a hero that’s to die for.”—Bestselling author Rhyannon Byrd

“Virna DePaul creates yummy alpha heroes.”New York Times bestselling author Tina Folsom

“With Turned, Virna DePaul delivers a sexy and exciting new take on the vampire novel, one that comes complete with a kick-ass heroine and a to-die-for hero. I can’t wait for the sequel!”—Tracy Wolff, bestselling author of Ruined

Turned is intense, intricate, and insomnia inducing (plan to stay up way too late!). Virna DePaul puts the awesome in the awesomesauce of paranormal romance.”—Joyce Lamb, curator, USA Today’s Happy Ever After

“The chemistry between the two was great and made for some very sexy scenes.”Fresh Fiction

“This book has everything you could want and so, so much more!”Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

Turned is an intriguing story with flawed characters who I connected with immediately. Fans of paranormal romance rejoice, here’s a compelling new series to sink your teeth into.”Harlequin Junkie


“I can’t deny what I feel for you anymore, Ana. Not for another second.”

Confusion spread over her face. She gave her head a brief shake, as if to order the tangled thoughts there.

“I’m jealous of your relationship with Miguel. Crazy jealous. And I don’t know what the hell to do about that.”

Ana was stunned speechless, but eventually, she tried to respond to Ty’s bomb. She opened her mouth to speak, to clarify, but he didn’t give her time. Instead, he covered her mouth with his.

His kiss was life-giving, so utterly sensual and so welcome that she wanted to weep with gratitude.

She remembered this. This feeling of rightness she’d only truly felt once before—in his arms the night she’d found out what he was. A vampire. A man worth giving herself to.

Her mouth welcomed his tongue even as her hands reacquainted themselves with his body, shoving underneath his shirt to feel the muscles that rippled in his arms, chest, and back. She hitched one leg over his hip, gasping when he grasped her thigh and jerked it up higher while doing the same to her other leg until they were wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the huge white bed, then fell backward with her on top of him. Kissing frantically, they got completely naked and she tried to reverse their positions, but he held her down by her hips and shook his head. “No,” he said roughly. “This time you take me.”

She hesitated. He’d asked this of her in their shared dream, and she’d been able to do it. But now?

With all her experience, she’d never actually had sex with a man while she’d been on top. In a way, wielding that control and having to take what she wanted scared her.

Ty caressed her hip and whispered, “Do it. Just like you did in that dream. Take what you want. Take it how you want for real. I’m yours. Here. Now. I’m yours.”

She blinked, both touched by his words and tormented by them. She wanted so badly for him to be hers.

Impatient with her momentary silence, he wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. She sank into it even as she ground her pelvis against his. He’d brought her so much pleasure before. She wanted to feel that pleasure again and again.

He began to trail kisses down her throat, teasing her with sharp little bites that didn’t break her skin even as he caressed her breasts and tugged on her nipples. The erotic sensation went right down between her legs. She wasn’t sure anything could feel any better until he released her breasts, gripped her hips, and positioned her so her core was balanced right over the tip of his cock.

He swirled his cock through her moist folds, whispering, “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to feel me inside you? Filling you with everything I have?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

“Then take me, Ana. Please. Show me how much you want me.”

Virna DePaul

Bestselling Romance Author

Heat, Heart & HEA

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Best Vampire Book of 2013! Bound By Night by Larissa Ione

Best Vampire book of 2013!
I truly enjoyed this novel. It wasn’t like any of the other Vampire books that I read thus far over the last couple of years. In Ione’s world Vampires are the slaves, and humans are doing the unspeakable. But when they rise up against their captives they fight back in a brutal way.
I also enjoyed the Native American aspect of the story and the origins of the Vampires. The mythology was fresh, different. I will be the first to admit I don’t normally get down with the Native Americans, and I don’t know why that is, its like me with books on Wizards… I can’t get into them. But this was not the case here.
I found myself wanting to know more about the clans and their histories, and how they came to be the way they are. I have to say my favorite character in the entire book was the wacky vampire doctor.
Katina was another favorite, she had a great sense of humor and was bad ass! I felt bad for Riker and Nicole and the struggle between the two main characters was real for me. I was able to identify with both of them not to mention the between the sheets action… Good lawd those two were hot hot hot!
Im invested in the series and can’t wait for the sequel. I’m interested in Hunter as well as Myne… I can’t wait for their stories. I hope Katina gets her own story as well…
Great new series that I’m dying to read more of.