Wednesday, 23 September 2015

I would like to introduce the lovely, L D Rose Author of Release the Demons

Welcome L.D. Rose to my blog, The Authors Blog!

Thanks so much for having me, Tracey!

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L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she’s been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.

L D, what is the inspiration behind your book?

This entire series has been in my head for a very long time! I used to participate in roleplaying games in high school and college (yep, total geekery) and I created character profiles all the time. My six boys for the Order of the Senary popped up in a slightly different manner then, but the overall gist was the same—six genetically engineered half-vampire mercenaries created by the U.S. military to take out vampires in a pseudo-post apocalyptic NYC. Each of these fellas has their own superpower(s) due the dramatic side effects of species hybridization with both physical and mental manifestations. I love stories with some element of romance in them so I had to hook each of these boys up with a special lady, and my muse pretty much took off with the idea and ran with it.

What will readers love most about your characters?

Blaze is a dark, tortured hero who’s still recovering from a horrific past incident. Although he puts on a hard exterior and gives off a “bad boy” vibe, he’s truly a good man and will do whatever it takes to protect those he cares for. Valerie is a tough chick who takes no shit, but she too is vulnerable and tries to hide behind her sarcasm and wit. Trying to get these two past each other’s walls was the best part about writing them.

Do you have a favourite moment or scene from your book, that you would like to 
share with us?

Just for context’s sake, the hero sees in infrared and can’t feel his hands from nerve damage due to repetitive burn injuries. All in all, this makes shaving difficult.
“How long have you been clean?”
“Two years.” He finally scraped up enough courage to look at her. She’d scooted closer, her eyes piercing his soul and leaving a mark. “I’m still trying to put myself back together and it’s been harder lately.” He swallowed hard, feeling extraordinarily vulnerable. “But you’ve made it easier.”
Valerie smiled, one of those gorgeous, heart-stopping smiles that had lured him in the first place.
Shaving cream dripped onto Blaze’s forearm and he lifted a hand to his face, trying to catch it. “I’m making a mess.”
“Come here.” She pulled him toward her and picked up the razor he’d dropped in the sink. He settled between her legs as she reapplied the shaving cream, smoothing a hand over his skin. He sighed as he closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation as her warmth filled his heart to the brim. She carefully finished what he’d started, and it was in that moment when he realized he was madly in love with her.
“No one’s ever done this for me before,” Blaze said a bit hoarsely, covering her knees with his hands.
“I used to do it for my dad when he couldn’t anymore.” Valerie leaned over and rinsed the razor before setting it down. “But he had a lot more hair than you,” she added with a chuckle, handing him a towel.
He wiped his face and murmured, “Thank you.”
She trailed a finger along the line of his jaw. “You’re welcome.”
Blaze dropped the towel before he framed her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, pouring all of his emotion into it. She returned it with the same fervor as she wrapped herself around him.
Even after everything he’d told her.
After everything he’d done.
I love this segment (the entire scene really) because my hero, Blaze, finally shows my heroine, Valerie, that he’s vulnerable and human and not some enraged monster hell-bent on revenge (of course, he’s that too). What makes it special is that he finally realizes how much he loves her and how much she means to him, although he doesn’t tell her quite yet. ;)

What words best describe your book? 

Dark, superhero, and vampire. ;)

Do you have any upcoming events that you would like to share with readers?

I’m constantly guest blogging on various sites and I’ll be at a Virtual Fantasy Con on Facebook in November (specifically Nov 2nd, link: https://www.facebook.com/events/1042477232432225/.

I also have a review tour with Reading Addictions (https://sites.google.com/a/myaddictionisreading.com/fall-2015-tours/l-d-rose) and I’ll be running giveaways then.

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Hell-bent on revenge, Blaze is out to set the world on fire, and Valerie is the only one who can tame him. Will she pull him back from the brink or fall headlong into his dark past?

Here is a bit about the book to wet your appetite.
Blaze Knight has been through hell and back, but the nightmares aren't over yet.
Five years after Blaze was maimed by Cyrus Chimola, a powerful vampire with a penchant for torture, he’s still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. As a genetically engineered mercenary with the ability to bend fire to his will and to see in infrared, Blaze’s mission is to protect what’s left of humanity. When Chimola and his crew return to the Bronx gunning for Blaze’s blood, Blaze is forced to face the demons of his past. Hell-bent on revenge, he seeks the help of Valerie Medeiros, an NYPD detective who manages to steal his heart and save his life in more ways than one.
Motivated by her sister’s gruesome death, Valerie has made it her life’s goal to bury every vampire in the ground where they belong. When she brings in Blaze Knight for suspected murder, she discovers he’s not only innocent, he isn't a man at all—he's a half-vampire hybrid working with a band of brothers for the U.S. military. Valerie has a hard time trusting anything with fangs, yet she quickly falls headlong into Blaze’s life, a life full of darkness and horror she can’t even begin to fathom. The bodies are stacking up, but Valerie can’t seem to let go of this hybrid, a beautiful monster filled with pain, rage, and passion unlike anything she's ever known.
In a world where the line between good and evil is blurred, Blaze and Valerie will find danger at every turn, risking everything they’ve come to know and love, including one another.

For those of you that would like to read a little more. Here is a taster of what to expect.
Valerie kept her eyes locked on the glass windows covered with cigarette prices and beer ads, watching Tattoos pay up at the cash register. Once she reached the side of the building, she pressed her back against the warm brick wall. Sweat trickled down her spine and she wiped her clammy hands on her jeans before she drew her Beretta. She listened for the bell hanging above the store entrance, and when it jingled, she peered past the corner of the building.

There he is.

Holding a pack of Marlboros, he slipped it into his back pocket along with a silver money clip. He walked back toward the Chevelle, scanning the area one more time as he stepped off the concrete elevation.

This is it. Do it. Now!

With her gun pointed at the ground in a two-handed grip, Valerie pushed off the wall and turned the corner, staring at his back. Her voice was loud and clear as she called, “Blaze.”
He stopped and pivoted around. A fleeting expression of confusion filled his face, but it quickly turned into shock as she lifted her gun and shouted, “Freeze, NYPD!”
Gasps and shouts resounded as everyone turned their attention on her. Some people ducked while others gawked, and she wished they would just climb into their cars and get the hell out of here. She did her best to ignore them, keeping her focus solely on the man before her as she carefully approached him. He didn’t make any sudden movements, his brow furrowing as a muscle in his jaw ticked.
Valerie flashed her badge to prove she wasn’t bullshitting. “Get your hands in the air where I can see them.”
He slowly lifted his arms and spread his hands out wide. Then spoke with a voice like black gravel, matching his appearance all too well. “What’s going on here?”
She closed in on him, his presence becoming more and more overwhelming. Sirens resonated in the distance, sending a trickle of relief through her. He didn’t appear armed but that didn’t mean jack.
“Turn around and get down on the ground. Now!”
Anger consumed the confusion on his face but he surprisingly complied, giving her his back again before dropping to his knees with his hands above his head.
She kept her gun aimed and her mind submerged in the well of her calm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d arrested someone; she usually shot to kill. “Cross your ankles,” she ordered, and he did so, crossing his booted ankles as if he’d done this before.
Valerie placed her foot in the space between his legs, so if he attempted to stand he would end up flat on his face. People finally backed away as she removed her tungsten carbide handcuffs from her utility belt, gripping the Beretta with knuckles white as chalk. Tungsten carbide was the only metal strong enough to hold a vampire, but she used it on everyone, regardless of species. Two New Rochelle cruisers whipped into the gas station, blocking off both exits before four officers leapt out of their respective vehicles. Valerie put the gun up and cuffed Blaze’s dominant hand, swinging his right arm around before latching onto the left.
He didn’t put up a fight. He didn’t even flinch. But he balled his big hands into fists at his back. She read him his Miranda rights as she cinched the cuffs around both of his thick wrists.
“You have the right to remain silent—”
“I have the right to know what’s going on,” he growled, showing her his savage profile.
“Anything you do or say can be used against you in a court of law.”
“What are you arresting me for?”
“You have the right to an attorney.”
“Fuck the attorney—”
She yanked the chain of his cuffs, bringing his solid body against her as the faint scent of cologne tickled her nose. She leaned into his ear, anger flashing through her as she thought of bloody grass and charred flesh.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Elena Delgado. Now get the fuck up and move.”

For those of you who would like to read more of, Release the Demons it is on sale now on the below links.

Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B013GVCC7I
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B013GVCC7I
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26063603-releasing-the-demons

You can find out more about L D Rose on the following links:
Website: writerldrose.com
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Author page: facebook.com/ldroseauthorpage
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Goodreads: goodreads.com/ldrose
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Thank you L.D. Rose for joining me today! 

Pleasure to be here and hope I was at least somewhat entertaining. ;)

Oh you were and I can't wait to read your book.


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