When Fantasy Becomes Reality.
What if your wildest fantasy walked into your world …fangs or fur, and
oozing sex appeal like warm honey on a hot buttery bun? Would you be ready?
That question is answered at some point and in some degree by every
paranormal romance/fantasy heroine. There comes a point when her eyes are opened
wide and a world beyond the ordinary is revealed.
Imagine opening your kitchen blinds some morning and instead of your
neighbor’s messy backyard you see a giant beanstalk, or mushrooms the size of
skyscrapers, or, better yet, a hot, hunky, man-beast eager to sink his teeth
into your neck and his…quick, cold shower please! Keeping it PG here!
Well, that’s what happens to Melanie Larson, BFF, of Chloe Carpenter, animal
minder extraordinaire, who has been incarcerated for multiple murders she didn’t
commit. Melanie’s mind-blinds are not simply opened, but blown right off when
supernatural secrets are exposed.
Melanie’s not a complete stranger to the supernatural. She’s found success
and made a ton of money writing about bump-in-the night creatures in her
paranormal romance books. She’s put her writing on hold and has rushed to Plum
Beach to offer Chloe moral support. She finds things are far worse than she
anticipated. Not only is her friend facing an uncertain future behind bars, but
Melanie soon discovers that monsters aren’t just found between the pages of her
books, but are lurking in the quant Oceanside town. Before she has time to
unpack her suitcase, she’s welcomed into a wild world of werewolves, vampires,
witches, angels and demons, faeries and demons, and a the havoc that unfolds
because of their meddling in human affairs.
With no time to process her paranormal predicament, Melanie is thrust into an
adventure that has the potential to destroy not only her own life, but everyone
and everything she holds dear, including the world they live in. But in the
midst of the unexpected madness, her man-hating beliefs are shattered when she’s
faced with several supernatural suitors vying for her affection.
Who will she choose? A young werewolf with a crooked grin, his handsome
‘pops,’ a powerful fae prince, or will she lock lips with a mysterious vampire
who keeps showing up in the most startling places, like outside her motel’s
bathroom window.
Let’s join Melanie as she ponders her predicament after a long day of mind
shattering revelations:
Until today, besides the characters and creatures in my books, I’d only once
given any genuine thought to the existence of nonhuman species, and the details
were foggy now. What I could recall was a trip to Vegas as a teenager. I’d sworn
to my parents that I’d spotted a werewolf lurking in an alley. We’d argued the
remainder of our vacation until I’d relented and accepted their theory. I’d
likely observed an actor in costume taking a break from some Vegas show.
Considering it was Halloween weekend, I could see how their reasoning made
sense.
Knowing what I knew now, I wasn’t so sure what I had or hadn’t seen. When I
mentioned it to Zane, he confirmed a substantial werewolf population in Nevada.
“So, now what?” My thoughts had grown swimmy and I was ready to collapse from
exhaustion.
With a touch of heroic effort, Michael rushed to my side. “You’re beat. Let’s
get you back to your room. We’ll post a guard to keep an eye on you while you’re
here. Chloe’s best friend is a friend of the Pacific Pack.”
I nodded, grateful for his offer. I glanced up and noticed his eyes. They’d
changed and now glimmered golden in the moonlight. Thinking my own eyes were
playing tricks, I looked away, but not before seeing his adorable half smile.
Michael was indeed a cutie. I didn’t have to be wide awake to know that.
A few minutes later I was in my room, in my pajamas and making certain
everything was locked up one last time. I peeked out the front window and
noticed another handsome stranger. He gave the hand signal, agreed upon by Zane,
to ensure I knew who was in charge of my surveillance. I returned the gesture
and dropped the blinds.
Tomorrow morning I would meet with Zane and the M’s for a trip to the Plum
Beach Wildlife Park where Chloe and Zane had met and were employed. Michael and
Mack performed security duties for Luke Snider, the park’s owner. Chloe had told
me about Luke, and I was looking forward to hearing his take on the seaside
scandal involving his key employees. It was important I remember that he wasn’t
privy to the supernatural elements in Plum Beach, or anywhere for that matter.
Finding out from me wasn’t an option. My lips were sealed.
I half stumbled to the tiny bathroom and plastered on enough night cream to
combat the future wrinkles all my worrying was sure to cause. Pushing aside the
curtain, I could see the parking lot of a market behind the motel.
Something moved, more like zipped toward me in a blur of silvery light.
My feet were frozen to the floor, leaving me to face a man unlike any I’d
ever seen. He stood outside my window, just inches from the glass, which looked
very thin and breakable all of a sudden. His lip cured up on one side revealing
a gleaming white fang.
Still glued to the same spot, I watched him raise a long-fingered hand to his
mouth. He kissed his palm, his eyes never leaving mine, and then blew me the
most erotic kiss of my life. It tingled all the way to my toes.
Before my bizarre reaction could register, he vanished in another blur,
leaving me trembling.
My feet came unglued and I backed away, fighting the urge, with every step,
to open the window and call for my fanged admirer … or was fanged stalker more
accurate?
Collapsing on the bed, I touched my neck. I couldn’t understand how one blown
kiss could leave such a trail of heat behind.
I’m not sure what I’d do in Melanie’s position, but at the moment, I’m
leaning towards open the darn window and let that sexy stalker in, fangs and
all. So, my question to you is: What would you do if a paranormal prince
charming showed up outside your window, door, or car (you get the point)? Would
you let him in or close the curtain/door and dial 911? My other question is more
general. How do you think you’d handle finding out the world as you know it
isn’t what you’d always believed? Would you go with the flow or get your head
examined?
Share your answers in this awesome blog’s comment section. I’d love to hear
from you. And if you’d like to know what happens to Melanie, Chloe, and the rest
of the Pacific Pack, pick up a copy of She Kissed a Vampire, book two in my
Werewolves of the West series.
And check out the picture below. I found one I think represents the vampire,
Alcuin. You will have to read the book and see if you agree. After you finish
reading, find a photo of how you envision Alcuin, and then share it on my
Facebook page to be entered in another cool drawing.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Werewolves-of-the-West-Book-Series-Author-Carol-Van-Atta/153030771437034?ref=hl
Happy reading!
Alcuin
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