Monday, February 23, 2009

A bloody good time!

Find out about these hot models below!!! They are for the Kiss of Darkness Trailer

BUT First, You need to check out this hot book that is out now!
A DROP OF RED, Vampire Babylon, Book Four, by Chris Marie Green
A bloody good time…
Hollywood stuntwoman-turned-vampire hunter Dawn Madison is tired to the bone and beyond. Along with her comrades-in-arms, she managed to wipe out the Los Angeles Vampire Underground. And in doing so, she uncovered not only her own dark family heritage but also a terrible truth about the man she loves. Now all she wants to do is get to the next bloodsucking community, taking care of business with them, too.
Luckily, when it comes to battling the undead, there’s no shortage of Undergrounds.
When a new one is found in England, Dawn and the team are dispatched to carry the fight from the flash of Los Angeles to the seemingly staid and stolid streets of London. Dawn knows by now how deceiving appearances can be—and she is about to find out that it’s not only the beautiful people of Hollywood who are willing to bargain with evil…
About Chris Marie Green
A long time ago, in a land far, far away (Milwaukee, WI, St. Luke's Hospital), Chris Marie Green (also writing as Crystal Green) joined the world. While moving to Southern California, then Kentucky, then back to California and now Nevada, she amused herself by writing poetry and short stories featuring the ultimate Alpha males--Superman and Indiana Jones. Later, after graduating with a B.A. in English from Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, Chris decided to become a professional writer.
While she pursued this goal, Chris worked as an eighth-grade teacher, but resigned in 2002 to pursue writing full time. She creates urban fantasies for her Vampire Babylon series, action-adventure stories, and romances. She also loves to read, overanalyze movies, practice yoga , and travel, and details her obsessions on her Web pages, and
About Vampire Babylon
The first book, NIGHT RISING, was released as a trade paperback by Ace in February, 2007, and reissued in mass market format on January 27, 2009. The second trade book, MIDNIGHT REIGN, hit shelves in February, 2008, and will also be reissued in mass market format in July, 2009. The third book that closes out this initial trilogy, BREAK OF DAWN, came out in trade format September, 2008 (mass market reissue date pending). Ace is reissuing each book in the first trilogy to introduce the second trilogy (books four through six, which will be released in trade format).
The Vampire Babylon series uses trilogy arcs to tell one basic story, much like the way JK Rowling used seven books that didn’t solve every plot thread book-by-book to tell Harry Potter’s story. While each individual novel focuses on a central mystery that’s solved by the end, the three books together build character and mythology arcs/mysteries until everything culminates in the third book. Each trilogy repeats this pattern.
Release dates for the second trilogy, which continues the adventures of Dawn and team, are as follows:
A DROP OF RED, Book Four, March, 2009
THE PATH OF RAZORS, Book Five, August 2009
DEEP IN THE WOODS, Book Six, date pending

Then you need to read the prologue for KISS OF DARKNESS!!
Above I gave you a peek at the models that will be making the book trailer for Kiss of Darkness and the prologue! Just to give you more of a taste of the heroine, Emerald's battle to keep her and her daughter safe. Angel blood is craved by the damned. This scene occurs before Emerald meet's the hero Sam, but after reading it, you can clearly see why Emerald's life and heart are threatened when Sam is bitten by a Vladarian Vampire.
Six Years Ago
Wiltshire, England

“Meggie, wake up, poppet. We have to be goin’ to a safe place, now,” Emerald whispered to her daughter as she brushed back the soft curls from her face. All snuggled into her Magical Realms comforter she looked like a sleeping sprite on a fluffy blue cloud surrounded by unicorns and fairies dancing on rainbows. Megan’s room was a treasure-land of everything “magical” she could find, as if she already knew she was part angel.
Blinking several times, Megan opened her eyes. They were more solemn than any five-year old girl’s should ever have to be. She pulled her Booboo Bunny close and rubbed her cheek against the pink fur. “Da comin’, too?”
She’d heard the argument tonight. Emerald sighed and bit her lip, fighting the burning sting in her eyes. She thought she’d cried all the tears she possibly could. “No. Da canna. Da’s not well, poppet,” she said, shaking her head.
Tears filled Megan’s eyes, making them bright green pools of pain that tore Emerald’s heart even more. “For-eber?” Megan asked, her breath catching on the word.
“Forever is a very long time,” Emerald said softly. There’d been so many things that she thought would be forever. Eric’s love for her. Her love for him. She didn’t believe in forever any more. “Maybe not.”
Megan nodded and didn’t say anything as Emerald helped her dress in warm clothes, but as they left her room, she trembled. The big teardrops sliding silently down her daughter’s cheeks sent another surge of anger through Emerald. Damn Eric. Damn herself and the bloody evil that was stealing everything away from them.
She hadn’t forced Eric to accept her help and now it was too late. Her terrifying vision along with tonight’s argument had solidified her fear. She might not have been able to read Eric’s thoughts, but the evil hunger for blood—her blood—was boiling inside him.
She and Megan were no longer safe.
Her husband was no longer human and she had no more illusions.
Eric’s soul now belonged to Michael Wellbourne. He’d left several hours ago and wouldn’t be back until dawn, until the last moments of Samhain and the wicked celebration at the Devil’s Mound had gyrated to an end. Since then, Emerald had packed the car with everything she and Megan needed to go into hiding and now it was time to leave. Yet there was so much of her in their little cottage—a photo here, a labored embroidery there, a gift rich in memories on the shelf that she didn’t dust often enough. She felt as if she were ripping herself apart as she walked out the front door.
She tightened her hold on Megan’s hand and pulled the “magic” comforter closer. As long as miracles and magic existed in the world, there was hope. This wasn’t the end. Somehow, someway, she’d fine a way to save Eric yet. She had to. For her sake as well as for Megan’s.
Her daughter walked bravely, clutching her bunny and her favorite bedtime book, Precious Princesses. Eric had bought it for Megan’s fourth birthday. Emerald swallowed the lump of emotion clogging her throat. Eric had called Megan Precious Princess from the moment she was born. So much so that when Megan was little and Emerald had told her daughter she was being a naughty girl because she kept standing on the seat of the shopping cart, Megan wrapped her arms around Emerald’s neck, gave her a huge smile, and said very adamantly, “I not naughty. I precious princess.”
So many memories. So many lost dreams. Her house stood on a hill overlooking the fog-ridden Salisbury Plain, Stonehenge, and highway A303, the fastest route to London. From that city she could disappear to anywhere in the world.
Sucking in deep breaths of the chill air, she opened the car door and helped Megan in, but her hands shook so badly that her daughter ended up buckling herself into her car seat.
Doona think about it now. You canna, Emerald told herself as she got into the driver’s seat and backed way from everything she believed her life to be. Her vision blurred as she pulled out onto the road.
“Wait,” Megan cried and Emerald hit the brakes, blinking away her tears before she turned to look at her daughter. Megan held out her pink bunny. “Da might need Booboo Bunny.” Her tiny mouth quivered, but she held her shoulders stiff and kept her eyes fierce.
Dear God. Emerald fisted her hand around the steering wheel and prayed for strength. Megan didn’t know Eric wasn’t human any more. Even Eric himself didn’t know. But Emerald knew, had known even before her horrifying vision. She’d sensed the final shreds of the man she loved being torn away this past week and she’d been unable to save him.
According to Angel Lore it might have been possible to stop it all a month ago, at the very beginning when Eric had first been bitten by Michael Wellbourne, a Vladarian Vampire and had yet to be controlled by the poison in his soul. But Eric wouldn’t listen. Wouldn’t let her try and help him fight the evil with her powers. He’d been too proud to begin with. Then he’d claimed the power burning inside him made him stronger, better equipped to fight the monsters of the damned. To his credit, he’d eliminated a record number of vampires in a short time, but that had suddenly changed last week. And all of his insistences that he could handle the situation, all of his denials over how strong the evil had become inside him were lies. Eric the Vengeful, the world’s foremost Vampire Slayer was now what he’d once hated and killed. Was now reveling with the enemy and embracing the damned.
He was still Megan’s father.
Looking heavenward, Emerald thought about backing up to the house so Megan could leave her bunny for Eric. But when she saw a black wedge-shaped shadow crossing in front of the full blood-orange moon, she froze, terror gripping her. It was exactly what she’d seen in her vision, an army of huge bat-like creatures crossing in front of the moon before they attacked her and Megan. She shuddered hard, trying to force from her mind the images of her and her daughter being tortured and murdered.
It wasn’t real, she thought, shaking her head. It wasn’t about to happen now, was it? In her vision she and Megan had been attacked while sleeping in their beds. Yet as she blinked and looked again, there was no mistaking the army of the damned. The dark, evil creatures were coming in their direction fast.
She shoved the gas pedal to the floor, racing down the winding road into the valley and the highway leading to London. Once the creatures discovered their prey had left, they’d come looking. She had no doubt. Their evil hunger in her vision had been unmatched by anything she’d ever known, not even the demons from hell that she used to regularly fight had been as bad.
“Wait!” Megan cried out. “Go back.”
“We canna, Meggie. We’ll have to send Da the bunny later.”
“A present? We can send Booboo Bunny to Da as a present?” Megan asked, sounding completely taken with the idea.
“Yes, poppet. Yes, we will.”
“But why not now?
“There are bad creatures coming.”
“Are they very bad creatures?”
Emerald hurled into the darkness, heart pounding and stomach wrenching. She wasn’t going to make it to London where she could hide in the mass of humanity. And she couldn’t fight an entire army of evil creatures alone, not without drawing power from another source. Her powers were rusty, too. She’d barely used them since becoming pregnant with Megan. Motherhood had taken precedence. No demon fighting. No power tapping. Nothing more than an occasional misty vision until last night’s terror filled dream. The thought that their lives would now rest on her powers made her ill.
Sanctuary. She’d had to find a sanctuary instead. A place sanctified and blessed where the damned wouldn’t be able to reach her. The church in Amesbury? Could she make it? It was two miles away and she’d need time to break into the church, too. Turning onto the highway, she glanced back toward home.
The top of the hill had become a huge bonfire. Hellish flames were devouring her home, shooting high into the night as they consumed everything.
“Dear God!” she cried, running off the road in her shock. She pulled right, barely avoiding a crash as horror and panic gripped her. How had the creatures moved so fast? How had they caused such a devastating fire so quickly? It was as if they’d opened the earth and unleashed an inferno from hell.
Where were the creatures? She looked about. Frantic.
Sensing the grave danger, Megan cried for her and unbuckled herself. She came over the seat and grabbed Emerald’s arm.
“Meggie. Oh, God, Meggie. Get Buckled now!” Emerald drove with one hand and buckled Megan in the seat next to her with the other. She was petrified for her daughter.
“Mommy! Hold me.”
“I am in my heart, poppet. Can you feel my angel wings?” she asked, projecting magical comfort and protection over her daughter.
“Yes. And Nana’s from heaven, too.”
Emerald prayed it was true, that her mother’s angel wings were over her and Megan. She kept searching behind her, but couldn’t see the creatures, yet she could feel their evil pressing in on her. The night suddenly turned darker. Dear God…that black cloud rolling her way…moving faster than the wind…it couldn’t be. As she watched, two creatures, both larger than the rest, rushed ahead of the pack, moving at hyper-speed toward her.
She pumped the gas pedal, trying to go faster, but it was all the way to the floor. It wasn’t going to be enough.
The Stones, Em.
Her mother’s voice. She hadn’t heard the angelic sound in so long that she almost missed the soft tinkling. What stones? Did she mean Stonehenge? The Druid’s stones were just ahead, little more than a hundred meters off the roadway. But that would be suicide. She and Megan would be alone…with the creatures with no help.
Go, Em. Go to the Stones.
Suddenly a hellacious screech tore through the night. Two thumps sounded on the roof of her car sounded. Then something pounded on the metal above. The roof dented more and more, caving inward until a black claw punched through. It sliced into Megan’s car seat.
Deafening screams filled the car. Hers. Megan’s. The creatures’. Emerald didn’t know. Everything all ran together in a blur. She and Megan were going to die. Horribly.
The heavy creatures shifted on the roof. Then a black face appeared in the windshield. Looking down into the car from above, he smiled, fangs dripping with blood. She knew its eyes. Eric. Another face appeared. Michael Wellbourne’s eyes.
Oh God!
Emerald wrenched the wheel and careened off A303 toward the ancient stones. The car bounced hard, jostling Megan forward toward the dash. Megan’s scream was suddenly cut off.
Crying, Emerald grabbed for her daughter, caught her shirt and pulled her back.
“Meggie! Meggie! Talk to mommy, Meggie.”
Megan didn’t answer, but fell slack into the seat. What happened? She hadn’t hit anything?
“Meggie! Oh, God, please.” Emerald didn’t stop the car but plowed forward across the rutted field and through the ghostly fog toward Stonehenge’s monoliths.
The creatures moved to the hood. Facing her, one clung to the windshield, blocking out everything. Huge and black with wings, it stared at her with Eric’s eyes. No. Not Eric’s anymore. Eric’s gaze had never held the vitriolic malice glowing from this creature.
Everything became cold. Her heart, her soul, her skin. Even her breath frosted in the air. She became so cold that she couldn’t move, couldn’t steer or brake or look away from death. Grinning, the creature smashed in the windshield. Tiny cubes of cutting glass blasted everywhere, stinging her face and arms, welling up blood. The creature’s icy, evil hunger pierced her soul, wanting to master her, rule her, and devour her.
It reached for her throat, fangs ready.

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