Oh, I almost forgot. At the end of the post, you'll find a way to win a copy of Into The Red!
The Questions for Julie Lynn Hayes
1) You’re
marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is
that person and what item do you have?
Hmm…The item is
a Kindle with wireless, because I have to have my books, and I could write on
it if I wanted to.
The person is
harder. I’d want someone who could provide sparkling conversation, excellent
cooking, and “enjoyable” nights. Can’t say there’s a real person out there to
fill the bill I have in mind.
2) Which
musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that
musical are you? Lordy. My Fair Lady. I’d be Eliza
Doolittle. : >D
3) Take
these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them: copper, grammatical, print In the warehouse, the wet penny odor of blood mixed with
the oily haze of diesel fumes and burnt metal. Cold, isolated, dark. No one had
heard a thing. The copper pipe lay in the grit on the floor, three feet from a
pair of broken glasses and the body of a hefty gentleman who no longer had the
face to set them on. A note sat on his chest, plain copy paper with “YOLO,
sucker” in crude print. Yeah, this killer wasn’t exactly a grammatical fanatic.
4) You’ve
just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you
want. Who do you fuck first and why? Yeow. No idea.
5) What
is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other? Talking over coffee, clothing optional.
6) When
you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot? A plot idea—one sentence. But I can’t start until I get
the main hero nailed down.
7) If
they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you? Mmm…now that’s a bit of a dilemma. I’d like to say Grace
Kelly or Audrey Hepburn, which’d make it a posthumous performance for either of
them.
8) Who’s
your favorite horror villain and why? Dracula.
Because he’s the guy who triggered my interest in vampires so many years
ago—the old black and white films. Bela Lugosi.
9) Do
you have an historical crush and if so, who is it? I’d
have to say Wyatt Earp. Nothing like an old time law man.
10) Is
there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to
receive it? Sure. But maybe the world will change
before I’m too decrepit to pound computer keys.
Now, tell us a little about Into the Red, will you please, Kelly?
Genre: Paranormal
romantic suspense
Blurb:
Human blood is an illicit and highly addictive
drug--if you're a vampire. Known as Red, its side effects are insanity, and
eventual death. A group of Red-addicted vampires known as Poisoners are killing
women as part of an extortion plot involving a lost ancient vampiric tome, and
they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The discovery of each new
victim risks exposure of the entire vampire race to humans. Then one victim
survives…
Dr. Evan Nichols, oncologist and vampire, lives a
monk-like existence, by his own choice, focusing on patient care and research
to benefit his vampire brethren. It’s been twenty-five years since his world
turned upside down—the night he lost his fiancee and discovered his hidden
vampire heritage. Now his government has ordered him to take a mate—or they’ll
choose one for him. It’s a horrible prospect, and one that might push him over
the edge—until Fate throws him together with a human female.
Wary of relationships, Tara West has poured her
energies into work and inventing cutting edge climbing equipment. She doesn’t
like the gorgeous Dr. Nichols, yet finds herself unaccountably drawn to him.
When a crazed vampire attacks and poisons Tara,
Evan rescues her. With time running out, he has to create an antidote to the
poison before he loses his chance at love.
In order to make the vaccine which might cure her,
he has to find the bastards who poisoned her and take their venom—before they
die of their addiction. If he doesn’t reach them in time, saving her will be
impossible.
Thus the journey begins—into the Red!
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Excerpt:
Excerpt:
The caged
light above the emergency exit cast a pallid purple glow over the alley and the
pair coupling against the brick wall. Barely twenty feet away he watched,
hunkered down in the murk of the shadows, thinking about the merits of killing
them both, or waiting for the girl to be alone.
The bar catered to the darker element;
men who came to drink, drug, and fornicate. Dangerous men. Men who committed
violent crimes as easily as they breathed. Few women frequented this
establishment. Most of the females present worked there as waitresses with
benefits for purchase, for the men with sex on their minds.
Management took a cut of everything—the
liquor, the drugs, and the sex. He also knew the management dictated who did
what to whom and when, so it had been just a matter of time before a pair left
the bar for the privacy of the alley.
The guy from inside the bar was clean,
well-dressed in something other than biker gear and blue jeans, and wasn’t
drunk or high.
Which was better than usual.
Hidden, he watched while the man
finished and then disappeared back inside. The girl stayed in the alley. A
match flared as she lit a cigarette and walked in tight circles by the back
door. Based on his observations, he knew she wanted to attract a customer who
didn’t come from the bar.
A quickie.
She didn’t realize she’d just sealed
her own fate. It would be a quickie. A hell of a quickie.
He separated from the shadows and
approached her from the end of the alley. He wasn’t clean, well dressed, or
sober.
Which was worse than usual.
But he did have fifty bucks. He bit
back a laugh as he caught the expression on her face—half victory, half
revulsion. She took his money, tucking it into her bra before turning to face
the rough brick of the building.
He leaned into her, pressing her chest
against the alley wall and inhaling the smell of her neck as he yanked up her
skirt and entered her from behind. He ran his hands over her body, relishing
the feel of her soft skin as he plunged into her, ignoring her little yips of
pain.
As he slammed into her and finished,
the leech of his addiction demanded satisfaction, and he snaked an arm around
her throat. For a moment she didn’t react, then the fragrance of her relief
gave way to the smoky scent of panic. She lashed out, connecting with the
unforgiving brick wall. Her struggles kicked his anticipation into overdrive,
and he sank his teeth into the exploding pulse of her fear.
Within a few seconds, her legs gave
out, leaving her limp against the wall; he supported her around the waist. Anyone
encountering the scene would assume they’d not yet concluded their transaction.
The ache of withdrawal eased its way into euphoria as the Red hit his
bloodstream.
With jerky movements, he laid the body
out of sight behind the filthy packing boxes before grafting himself to the
shadows.
Soon, another couple would exit the bar
for an outdoor tryst.
And
he’d be watching.
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