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MAD HATTER VAMPIRE RELEASE!

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I turned to Sasha with a predatory gaze. I had a reputation befitting of me amongst the many Kingdoms of our land. Most either feared me or crazily obsessed over me. But this one was different, no signs of either. I jumped off my seat and with lightning speed, came to a halt to stand in front of her. A breeze swept past her from my speed, but no clothing or hair moved. It was all so tightly pinned back just like this woman. I circled her, assessing her more seriously at a closer advantage.

Her scent was driving me crazy. I stepped closer and pressed my nose to her neck and inhaled. The surprisingly floral and feminine smell flooded me and inevitably made me thirsty for her. But the pang of copper shortly came through with an undertone of grit to my pallet. My cock began to throb with anticipation. Strange that she hadn’t so much as flinched since I approached her so closely. She just stood, frozen like a well-trained soldier. My cock throbbed for her as I circled once again. I brushed back part of her leather collar to see how far the scar stretched down her neck. I couldn’t see the ending.

“Who did this to you?” I asked. I wanted to know who and how I could find them. It had been a while since I had ventured on a scavenger hunt.

“You don’t intimidate me,” was her response. I arched my eyebrows and stood in front of her. I was not oblivious to my own overpowering presence and physical appearance. Some had proclaimed me as a beautiful death angel. I hadn’t met anyone yet that could so easily look into my crystal blue eyes and not become short of breath. I was glorified in my maddening reputation and looks. But not this woman. My own arrogance began to eat at me alive. I wanted the gratification of her attraction towards me.

“If not intimidation then do I thrill you in other ways?” I said in a husky tone that would make most whimper and plea. Again, her body gave me no indication of interest. She just matched my stare with those steely brown eyes. Was she… bored?

MAD HATTER VAMPIRE PRINCE BLURB

A PREQUEL NOVELLA TO THE TOKEN HUNTRESS SERIES. CAN ALSO BE READ AS A STANDALONE.

Kyran Klaus is the prince of Grand Klaus, his reputation honoring him the title of the Mad Hatter Vampire Prince. Crazy, deadly, lustful, and utterly bored with life.

Sasha Pierce is one of a kind. Having been experimented on by her mother as a child, she’s become a human weapon who’s looking for answers beyond the walls where her kind aren’t enslaved to vampires.

When the Mad Hatter Prince takes a sudden interest in Sasha and her work, she scarcely begins to cover her tracks and hide her secrets. What she doesn’t anticipate is being a pawn in his most sinister performance yet.

Disturbingly Wicked! This novella is not for the fainthearted. Lust, Gore, Wit, and Malicious Humor. Prepare to be deliciously tainted.

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A PREQUEL NOVELLA TO THE TOKEN HUNTRESS SERIES. CAN ALSO BE READ AS A STANDALONE.

Kyran Klaus is the prince of Grand Klaus, his reputation honoring him the title of the Mad Hatter Vampire Prince. Crazy, deadly, lustful, and utterly bored with life.

Sasha Pierce is one of a kind. Having been experimented on by her mother as a child, she’s become a human weapon who’s looking for answers beyond the walls where her kind aren’t enslaved to vampires.

When the Mad Hatter Prince takes a sudden interest in Sasha and her work, she scarcely begins to cover her tracks and hide her secrets. What she doesn’t anticipate is being a pawn in his most sinister performance yet.

Disturbingly Wicked! This novella is not for the fainthearted. Lust, Gore, Wit, and Malicious Humor. Prepare to be deliciously tainted.

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YOU’RE INVITED! MAD HATTER VAMPIRE RELEASE FACEBOOK PARTY!

You’re invited to the Facebook Mad Hatter Tea Party! Line up of amazing authors to keep us entertained. Giveaways included.

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“Sasha you seem like an angry person,” I began as point of conversation. I set my blue china cup down and uncrossed my legs. “Maybe I can teach you to loosen up. I’m certain that eventually you will be so daring as to give me a smile.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “Many of my men and women have died protecting your walls… so you can have tea parties. Forgive me that I don’t see light-hearted humor in this meeting.”

“You’re forgiven.” I shrugged my shoulders accepting her insincere apology. “So obviously no boyfriend then?” I asked, crossing my legs. Not that I cared if she did. It would make no difference to me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. I let a coy smile out. How I delighted in that hatred. I picked up my tea, taking a mouthful of the coppery herbs. I was praying on the beating vein in her neck. I could be consuming the very creature sitting before me instead of entertaining her in this sophisticated stage that I never used. “Tell me Sasha, how do you see me?”

She responded without hesitation. “I think that you’ve gone crazy during the hundreds of years that you’ve lived. You lack in ambition and act as your brothers lap dog. I’m surprised very few have attempted to take your life and genuinely believe that your arrogance will be your undoing.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “No, no, I meant my looks. Are you attracted to me?” She looked at me dumbfounded and I charmed her another smile. “Play with me.”

She looked away with a sigh that sounded imprisoned for eternity. I took a loud sip to draw her attention back to me. Tick tock. Tick tock. The mouse will come around the clock. She turned again and straightened her shoulders. Much to my shock she flashed her pearly whites with a smile that I thought I would never see.

“Well,” she purred. “You look to be a man in his late twenties. You have pale, smooth, and beautiful skin. Well built in frame, muscular, six foot six in height. You have nice trimmed black hair with a little bit of shadow instead of a full-grown beard. You have a strong muscular jaw and pointed nose with bold dark eyebrows that so beautifully frame those piercing blue eyes that seem to look into my soul every time our eyes meet. You hold a daring confidence that lets any woman in the room know that you are no good for her.” I prompted her to continue. This was the conversation I had been waiting for in the last twenty-four hours. She provided pause and I took that in with a smile. She was attracted to me. “Such a beautiful man, such an intoxicating vampire. And yet,” the charming smile she held vanished. “I find myself utterly repulsed.”

I slowly put my tea down not letting my gaze drop from hers. “Are you certain repulsive is the word you meant to use?”

“Undeniably.” She said dryly.

“You know I could have you dead for saying such a thing to me.”

“And if you were going to, you would have done so by now,” she added finally taking interest in the selections of tea. “I’m not scared of death, therefor, I’m not scared of you.”

“There are worse things than death,” I added, taking interest in her selection of teas. This entire setting was too much even for me. The herbs were disgusting, and my cup of blood was already going cold.

“The only thing that is worse than death is defying it,” she said looking up at me.

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THE SHADOW MINDS JOURNAL NEW COVER REVEAL

Blood. Lust. War. All rules are fair in the Underworld and killing is just for fun.

In the year 2986, rebirthed Vivian Lair is a prized Guardian contracted to uphold the treaty between angels and demons in the city of Shabeah.

Shifting into seven demons is one of the perks of the job. Taking orders and being under constant surveillance from Demon Lord, Haymen? Not so much. Involving herself with the Angel of War, Gabe? That was probably a mistake as well.

When a trail of bodies begin appearing at an orphanage on the outskirts of the city, Vivian must use her detective skills and hunt down those who orchestrated the attacks. Her discovery could lead to her own undoing, and, just maybe, the secrets behind the sacred and deadly text of the Shadow Minds Journal.

Will Vivian survive the fame, riches and games—all while appeasing the seven demons she’s contracted to?

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TOKEN HUNTRESS ALL NEW COVERS

ALL NEW COVERS!!! The world and characters you love. All new and revamped. 10k words extra content in each book! Available in KU
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Token Huntress:

Being born a hunter, Esmore has been raised with one purpose: to hunt and kill the vampire race that destroyed the world as it was known. At eighteen, Esmore’s a Token Huntress in her Guild, surpassing her mentor’s expectations of her, despite having no magical ability, like all hunters before her.

During a raid in the once iconic San Fransisco, Esmore’s team is ambushed, and a mysterious vampire that she is drawn to captures and takes her to the Vampire Council as a prisoner. Her captor—Chase, a lethal, immortal, sexy, and charming vampire who will stop at nothing to claim her as his familiar.

While in captivity, Esmore learns information that makes her question everything she’s been taught.

Now in the year 2341, Esmore fights for her survival. But who exactly is she fighting against? The very people who nurtured her or the evil she’s supposed to hate?

Dark. Romantic. Dangerous. Your newest obsession awaits…

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HAPPY SELF CARE DAY!

HAPPY SELF CARE-DAY! This is about to get a bit personal in here. I think it’s important that we understand self-care is different for everyone but is an essential necessity in our daily lives. Like us, it comes in all shapes and sizes and we have different priorities. However, the biggest priority and investment should always be ourselves. The amazing Evie Mitchell started a campaign to raise the support and voice of self-care suggesting we make it a little bit personal and I am happy to oblige.

‘You’re always so optimistic’, ‘You’re always smiling’, ‘You’re so quirky’, ‘You’re wonder woman, I don’t know how you do all of this’, ‘WOW you go a hundred miles an hour, how super’, ‘Nothing get’s you down’, ‘You have such an awesome life’.

These are all things that have been said to me over the years and I take great pride in them as well as sadness as to how much they once conditioned me. I try to be positive and optimistic on all things but much of my life has been a struggle caring about what others think both good and bad and the results I could offer them, in hope it seemed much more substantial then simply myself. One of my biggest lessons has been that being ambitious is ‘okay’ but putting my body in harms ways by running it down, taking to many things on board and even telling myself on a daily ‘Smile. You are a robot. You can do this. It’s mind over matter’ is not self-caring. In fact, for me it was the opposite. I’m only twenty-six and have fatigued three times. The first time I was only nineteen years old with three jobs and a passion for all thing’s success. Not a bad mentality to have but it was taxing for my body and let me tell you from first hand, the body cannot keep up with the demand, no matter how much you disconnect your personal feelings and intuition away from it.

It’s only these last twelve months that I’ve truly begun to regain some of that energy, learning and finding the tools to prioritise myself, personal fun and lowering self-expectation and ridicule. I was always determined to not let others see my imperfections and fatigued because I thought I was almost inspiring in a way or if they saw the truth behind the mask then I’d be more of a burden with all my inner dialogue, so instead I chose to ignore it as well. These were all genuine concerns for my health and wellbeing and I CHOSE to ignore them. I chose to ignore myself. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I didn’t have my s**t together. There it is again, what did others think?

I’ve yoyo-ed with body image for as long as I could remember and because of it, in periods of my life been extreme in methods and hours I’ve put into exercise and what I’ve eaten. And you know what, it never worked! I might’ve been obsessed with doing what I thought was the right thing to do but what I didn’t focus on was my personal obsession of self-love that would actually make any difference besides counting out how many carrots I could eat that day.

In recent months, with the world coming to a pause, I have been blessed to take this time out, pick up amazing books and really evaluate what’s important to me and WHY I’m important to ME. My mentality has changed significantly. It wasn’t easy but necessary. I am literally the person I will be spending the rest of my life with; it only makes sense to give as much love, actually MORE love to me then what I can offer anyone else.

The biggest form of negativity we will ever encounter, I can guarantee is from ourselves. And you know what! I’m sick of beating myself up with cycled silly nonsense I created on replay because of bullies in the past who no doubt had their own insecurities, opinions of others because they were comparing their work to mine, or the images I face every day that might tell me my body isn’t the same as hers.

Now every morning when I wake up I’m grateful for my morning coffee, curl under my blankets and read a book, meditate and affirm to myself that today is a great day, that I’m beautiful, smart, successful, and that I’m blessed to love my career as an author where I can passionately do what I love most, WRITE. I take my beautiful dog, Sia for a forty-five minute walk, listen to an inspirational audio book, and then hit the gym because I ENJOY exercise. I then have an awesome breakfast because I’m convinced I’ve recently turned into a master chef, sit down at my laptop and run my awesome business that I’m building brick by brick, with obstacles on some steps and I find a way to deal with them in a positive manner instead of trying to bulldoze through them face first. And some days, if I just want to have time to myself, hang out with friends or my sister, or just play a video game to make my inner nerd dance, I DO! Because I’m just as important as my goals and everyone else I care about.

CHOOSE yourself. LOVE yourself. And CARE for yourself. In whatever way that looks, I support you and can’t wait until you have the epiphany that you support yourself too. How will you practice self-care today?

Let’s cheers together on this amazing day of self-care, love and nurture. HAPPY SELF CARE DAY! Xx

#iselfcare #selfcareisnotselfish

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MAD HATTER VAMPIRE RELEASE COVER REVEAL AND PRE-ORDER

A prequel to the internationally bestselling Token Huntress Series. PRE-ORDER NOW!

Disturbingly Wicked! This novella is not for the fainthearted. Lust, Gore, Wit, and Malicious Humor. Prepare to be deliciously tainted.

Kyran Klaus is the prince of Grand Klaus, his reputation honoring him the title of the Mad Hatter Vampire Prince. Crazy, deadly, lustful, and utterly bored with life.

Sasha Pierce is one of a kind. Having been experimented on by her mother as a child, she’s become a human weapon who’s looking for answers beyond the walls where her kind aren’t enslaved to vampires.

When the Mad Hatter Prince takes a sudden interest in Sasha and her work, she scarcely begins to cover her tracks and hide her secrets. What she doesn’t anticipate is being a pawn in his most sinister performance yet.

Written by Kia Carrington-Russell

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