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Monday, October 29, 2012

31 Days of Halloween Giveaway: Bad Things and Thunder Road by Tamara Thorne

On the 29th day of Halloween, Kensington has a giveaway just for you! Today you have a chance at winning a gifted e-copy of Bad Things and Thunder Road by Tamara Thorne. To enter just fill out the Rafflecopter form below! Open internationally but limited to sites that permit ebook gifting.

The house has been in his family for generations.
But it really belongs to them…

The Piper clan emigrated from Scotland and founded the town of Santo Verde, California. The Gothic Victorian estate built there has housed the family for generations, and has also become home to an ancient evil forever linked to the Piper name…

As a boy, Rick Piper discovered he had “the sight.” It was supposed to be a family myth, but Rick could see the greenjacks—the tiny mischievous demons who taunted him throughout his childhood—and who stole the soul of his twin brother Robin one Halloween night. Now a widower with two children of his own, Rick has returned home to build a new life. He wants to believe the greenjacks don't exist, that they were a figment of his own childish fears and the vicious torment he suffered at the hands of his brother. But he can still see and hear them, and they haven't forgotten that Rick escaped them so long ago. And this time, they don't just want Rick. This time they want his.

The California desert town of Madelyn boasts all sorts of attractions for visitors. Join the audience at the El Dorado Ranch for a Wild West show. Take a ride through the haunted mine at Madland Amusement Park. Scan the horizon for UFOs. Find religion with the Prophet's Apostles -- and be prepared for the coming apocalypse.

Because the apocalypse has arrived in Madelyn. People are disappearing. Strange shapes and lights dart across the night sky. And a young man embraces a violent destiny -- inspired by a serial killer whose reign of terror was buried years ago.

But each of these events is merely setting the stage in preparation for the final confrontation. A horror of catastrophic proportions is slouching toward Madelyn in the form of four horsemen -- and they're picking up speed . . . 

(Blurbs via author's website) 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

31 Days of Halloween Guest Post: Ghost Stories and Pretty Dresses by Shirin Dubbin

Just want to give a BIG thank you to Shirin for guest posting today! I have known her since I began blogging and she is always full of interesting stories and surprises..:D

In an apropos observance of Halloween, and for the entire month of October, I’ve started telling ghost stories.

In public.
In front of audiences.
In a Victorian era dress.

Yep. And it’s fun. American history is filled with enough murder, betrayal, and scandal to rival a Shonda Rhimes show. Neither Grey’s Anatomy nor Scandal can outdo the likes of a congressman killing the son of Francis Scott Key in front of witnesses, and only steps away from the White House. Or how about the grandson of John Quincy Adams who murdered his wife, made it look like a suicide, and went out partying afterward? See, toldja. No wonder it’s so much fun telling the tales of these restless spirits.

Adding to my glee is the fact I get to dress up. I adore my bright red Victorian frock and its black lace ruffles. I’ve even gone so far as to hide a white handkerchief up one of my sleeves. I whip it out in dramatic moments and watch my audience’s eyes light up. I love fashion as much as I love storytelling. My stint as a weaver of ghostly tales suits me perfectly. See what I did there? Suits. Heh.

Another of my strongest suits (somebody stop me) is my new short story in the Bloody Fabulous anthology, which releases at the end of the month from Prime Books. Here’s the rundown:



Open collars over exquisite collarbones.

A single red drop on paper-white cuffs.

From the brocade extravagance of the Unseelie courts to the ubiquitous leather of supernatural detectives to the old-fashioned good taste of wealthy vampires—we are as familiar with fantasy protagonists’ attire as we are with their paranormal deed. Tales of tormented designers and well-dressed vampires strut into the spotlight in this anthology of fantasy tales focusing on the world of fashion and its intersection with the uncanny. 

Oh, wait. The digital edition is available now. Hurry. Go take a read and tell me what you think. My story, The Truth or Something Beautiful, ensnarls two rival fashion houses in a supernatural blood feud. It’s dark, twisty, and quite sexy. Kind of like me when I’m telling ghost stories.

Both are well worth the price or your soul…um, I mean admission.

Shirin Dubbin is a closet wallflower with an addiction to laughter whose alter ego is the orange, ass-kicking geek. Besides being a voracious reader and lover of storytelling, she hosts D.C.'s Fantastic Forum, a show celebrating comics, sci-fi and fantasy. When not working in graphic design she's lost in writing: screenplays, novels, graphic novels and stage plays—all of which she adores, but her favorite genre to write is Urban Fantasy with romantic edge. Shirin's first novella, "Keeper of the Way," debuted in 2009 and she was overjoyed (and more than a little surprised) with the great response to the "modern Fae trapped in Washington, D.C., tale." Culturally, she's half American, half British and very southern; right down to the accent and love of grits—they're great with shrimp...try it! Government reports show a residence in D.C., but Shirin spends most of her time on the astral plane and is certain she's seen you there. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

31 Days of Halloween Giveaway: How to Lose a Demon in 10 Days by Saranna DeWylde

On the 15th day of Halloween, Kensington has a giveaway just for you! Today you have a chance at winning a copy of How to Lose a Demon in 10 Days by Saranna DeWylde. To enter just fill out the Rafflecopter form below! Open to US/CA only.

Got Demon?
Grace does. She’s got more demon than she can saddle. In fact, she’s got a sinfully sexy Crown Prince of Hell named Caspian. She’s also got ten days to get rid of him or Bad Things shall ensue. See, her Russian mobster ex-boyfriend didn’t take kindly to her smutty Mephistophelean contract. It’s not that she’s conspiring with fiends; that was his idea. It’s that she’s conspiring against him with outrageous devilry that runs the gamut from embarrassing to a dead hooker turned dominatrix demon gunning for his soul.

One should never trust demons, let alone shag them. They don’t have hearts. Yet Grace is buying hers some slightly tarnished armor and hoping that once he’s been shoveled into it, kicking and screaming, he’ll find it’s just his size. This damsel in distress needs a dark knight for a Happily Ever After.

Chapter One


Caspian was technically a Crown Prince of Hell. Technically. And technically, he was royally fucked. Or was about to be, if he could manage it.

How did he get himself into these things? He felt the pull, and there was no use in fighting it. The Big Boss had seen to that. Fighting would just make this harder.

Caspian gave a dramatic sigh and followed the call up into the mortal world. Which he hated. Not the mortal world per se, but the bitch work. He materialized in the middle of what was obviously a woman’s bedroom. There was enough purple to choke a unicorn. He quickly realized he was trapped within a chalklike circle drawn with finely ground bone.

Correction, not ground up. It was old. It smelled like rot. It had turned to dust on its own. What was this happy- crappy, another weekend warrior? How come he always got the freaks? No one sensible ever tried to summon a demon. Perhaps that should have been a consideration when he’d been frolicking down the primrose path that led to his current career.

She wasn’t bad to look at, aside from the sneer, which was a bit scary. He was willing to overlook it because the rest of her real estate thrilled him. On the other hoof, as some of his co-workers would say, she didn’t look at all impressed at his entrance, and Caspian was a showman.

“WHY HAST THOU SUMMONED ME?” he began in a large, thunderous voice that rattled the windows and made books and knickknacks fall off the shelves in a most pleasing way. Pleasing to him, anyway.

“I hope you know you’re cleaning that up.” The voluptuous woman put her fist on her hip and tossed long dark hair over her shoulder.

“WHAT?” Caspian would have clapped a hand over his mouth had she not been staring at him so intently with those large chocolate eyes. Who was she to tell him that he was going to do anything of the sort?

Chocolate eyes? Where the hell had that come from? Did he care what her eyes looked like? No. Not in any meaningful sense, anyway. He wouldn’t remember them in a hundred years and describe them like foodstuffs he could get lost in or whatever.

“I know you don’t have to bellow like that. It’s not cute. I am not impressed.”

What did she mean, she wasn’t impressed? Of course, she was impressed. He was Caspian, Crown Prince of Hell and demon extraordinaire. He was Infernal Royalty. While Caspian couldn’t imagine the Big Boss being rendered somehow impotent and unable to perform his cosmic duties, on the off chance he was, it would be Caspian’s turn to pull the strings. No matter what the other twelve Crown Princes had to say about it.

“Look, lady. You summoned me. You take what you get.”

She damn well better take what she got and like it. He used his demon sight to look at himself. No broccoli in the teeth; they were all straight, white, and perfect. There was the hard jaw, broad shoulders, wicked tongue—check, check, and check.

“Why, pray tell, did I have to get stuck with the metro sexual demon concerned with making an entrance? You should be on Broadway. Do you sing?”

Apparently, the question was serious. She was looking at him expectantly. Not only that, but she’d insulted his manhood. Demonhood. Whatever. She’d challenged his prowess.

Caspian looked at himself again. Metrosexual? He didn’t think Regency GQ was metrosexual. He rather liked cravats, velvet coats, and breeches. Especially the breeches because they showed off his considerable package and his ass. All the girlies liked it, thought he was going to spout poetry and fling a sword about and . . . oh.

“Well, do you? I need to know.”

“Why?” he grunted.

Wow. That was intelligent. Way to make her understand that she was in the presence of Caspian, a Crown Prince of Hell, his power second only to that of the Devil himself. Way to make her quake. If it wouldn’t totally shoot his- credibility to shit, he would have palmed his forehead.

“I can’t have you bippity-bopping along behind me, now can I?” She sneered again, her cute little mouth curling in a very un-cute way.


His gaze lingered on her lips. They were making them better these days, human women. For a while, when summoning demons had last been all the rage, the women had been very skinny and worn ugly clothes. The ’70s hadn’t been a pleasant time for Caspian. Lots of offers for sex, though. He had actually inspired many of those gothics where the heroine gets it on with the Big Boss. Of course, he wasn’t the Big Boss, so that had gone over like an airborne pisser. See, the Big Boss was a showman, too. He didn’t really care to be upstaged.

This summoner really would be prettier if she smiled. He opened his mouth to tell her so.

“Oh, for the love of Hell. Not you, too.”

“Not me, what?” Again, he had yet to put her in her place, to make her quail before the might of—

“‘You’d be prettier if you smiled,’” she mimicked in a nasal little voice. “I can see the look on your face.”

“Well, you would be. I’m not gonna lie.”

“Why not? You’re a demon.”

He sighed. “Because lying is bad for business and it’s boring. Can we just get on with this? What do you want? Riches? Power? The ability to eat anything you like and not gain a pound...?”

She looked down at herself for a moment and snorted. “I like my figure fine, thanks. What I want—”

Caspian cut her off. “Really? Because you know most women are unhappy with themselves, regardless of size. It’s nice to see a woman with real hips and”—he paused to look her up and down again—“very nice breasts who—”

“Excuse me?” she practically growled. “Can I send you back and get another? Because this is not working.”

“No. And I’m offended.” He pulled at his sleeve for a moment. “I really don’t want to have to drag out the fire and the tail and the—”

“Fine! Let’s get on with it. Vengeance. I want ven geance.”

Caspian snorted. Hell, she was a woman scorned, which meant she didn’t need him. “Lady, I don’t know if someone forgot to tell you, but you’re a woman. You don’t need a demon to help you with vengeance. Most chicks do just fine on their own.”

“You don’t understand who he is. I definitely need help.”

“Let me give you some advice,” Caspian began. He could feel himself about to get into trouble again. He really shouldn’t be spouting off at the suck hole, offering free suggestions. He should get something from her.

She sighed loudly, as if anything he might say would be superfluous. It annoyed him far more than made sense.

“Sleep with all of his friends,” Caspian suggested. “They hate that.”

“Uh, he’d kill them . . . ?” She let it hang like a question, almost with a Valley Girl inflection, as if he were the stupidest of all creatures.

“Oh.” Well. Yeah, killing could definitely put a damper on that sort of plan, especially if one had a conscience. Which this chick seemed to have. Caspian supposed she hadn’t actually killed anybody for the bone dust, which was why it smelled old. He wasn’t sure if she was just enterprising enough to acquire what she needed in the simplest way or if she was against staining her soul with murder. He hadn’t pinned that down yet, but he was definitely interested in finding out. Which was bad. He shouldn’t care one way or the other.

“Well?” she demanded.

“Well, what, gorgeous?” He found his gaze zeroed in on those magnificent breasts. And they were magnificent. Creamy scoops of mouth-watering—

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Caspian waved her off. He could stare at that rack for hours, imagining it in a push-up bra, in a corset, or just running wild and free, as he could tell those breasts so obviously yearned to do. Really, that was what he wanted for them. It was wrong to capture something so beautiful, unless it was using his mouth, which—


“But what?” Caspian said, still pondering the pleasures of that milky flesh. If she would just shut up.

“Demon! Hello? Up here.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “They can’t talk.”

“I know. That’s part of the appeal.”

“Can we just get to the part where we make the deal?”

“Just a second,” he grumbled. He wanted to ogle the chest some more before he dealt with the head. Why did something so delicious have to be sour in the mouth?

“I’m not making one of those open-ended deals,” she growled. “I want to know the price up front. And I want it in writing.”

“By the Sulfuric Rod, you are a difficult little baggage, aren’t you?” He hated when they wanted things in writing. He sighed. “Yes, fine.”

“Signed in blood. I won’t settle for anything less.”

“No. You wouldn’t.” He rolled his eyes.

“You still haven’t told me the price. Don’t we need to haggle?”

“There will be no haggling, witch.”

“I’m n— a witch.” It was a pointless denial. She couldn’t even get the not out of her mouth.

“Aren’t you?”

“Mother of Christ!”

She was screaming at him now. Not that anyone would blame her. He was being difficult. But what could you expect from a demon? Really.

Caspian cringed. “Heed your tongue, witch!”

“Don’t call me . . .” She trailed off, then sighed. “I really don’t like you.”

“That hurts. I like you.” He eyed her lasciviously. “I like you very much.”

“I’m sure. Your price, demon. Now.”

“Well, usually it’s virgin’s blood. But I’m thinking you don’t have any of that.” He looked her up and down lasciviously again. “Do you?”

“A gentleman wouldn’t ask.”

“But I am no gentleman. I’m a demon.” Why did he feel the constant need to remind himself—and her—of the fact?

“This is so much more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Is it really? If you were angry enough to summon a demon, a Crown Prince of Hell, no less, it should be worth plenty of trouble. Because that’s what you are going to get.”

She smirked. “Oh? So you’re a Crown Prince? How did you get stuck with this gig, then, answering summonses in the middle of the night? Isn’t that like busting a detective down to traffic?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “No. More like vice president down to jizz mopper.”

“Thank you for the visual.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So polite,” she volleyed.

“I try.”

“So, barring the virgin blood? What’s your price?”

Tenacious, wasn’t she? Caspian sighed, a very loud and bothered noise. Snide or not, he really wanted to get between this mortal’s thighs. How badly did she want vengeance? And also . . . how badly did her state of non- virginity concern him? It was something he had to consider.

See, there were rules to the game. Demons went around deflowering virgins not because they liked their purity. Oh, no. It was more because virgins wouldn’t ripen with fruit grown from the seed of demons. However, a more experienced Daughter of Eve? Well, her experience decided how fast and how easily she would ripen. One couldn’t go around banging the corrupted willy-nilly or else hordes of imps would destroy the world. And, contrary to popular belief, the Big Boss was happy with the status quo.

It was an ugly mess, denying demons their nature. See, angels on both sides of the Eternal War still found the daughters of Men to be beautiful. Hell, the Book even talked about it. So, how badly did he want this chit? It had been a long time.

A very, very, very long time.

His decision had been made for him the moment he was summoned, really. She was hot. Hotter than the Diablo peppers the Big Boss kept in a jar on his dining room table. Caspian had to corrupt her for all mortal men. It would be a good day’s work. He’d forgotten that it was dangerous to conspire against women, who are at their core capable of much stranger plots than any simple demon. Even a Crown Prince of Hell.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

31 Days of Halloween Review: Phantom Shadows (Immortal Guardians, #3) by Dianne Duvall

Publisher: Zebra
Release Date: October 2, 2012
Format: ARC
Source: publisher for an honest review

BLURB via Kensington 
Dr. Melanie Lipton is no stranger to the supernatural. She knows immortals better than they know themselves, right down to their stubborn little genes. So although a handsome rogue immortal seems suspicious to her colleagues, Sebastien Newcombe intrigues Melanie. His history is checkered, his scars are impressive, and his ideas are daring. But it’s not his ideas that have Melanie fighting off surges of desire…

Bastien is used to being the bad guy. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he had an ally he could trust. But Melanie is different—and under her calm, professional exterior he senses a passion beyond anything in his centuries of experience. Giving in to temptation is out of the question—he can’t put her in danger. But she isn’t asking him… 

Oh, Dianne, you love to torment me with your boys! Duvall has done it again with another great addition to her Immortal Guardians series. I was so excited when I found out this was Bastien’s story I was excited and Duvall did not let me down.

Bastien’s past with the Immortal Guardians is not a good one. Before Bastien knew that he himself was an Immortal Guardian, he thought he was just a vampire and using his vampire army he was going to overthrow the Guardians. Now he works with the Guardians trying to figure out how to retain a vampires mind after their conversion. Working alongside Melanie is very distracting for Bastien. He wants her so bad but doesn’t want to admit it. Melanie has a soft spot for Bastien. She just wishes he would quite antagonizing some of the Guardians and just start getting along. It is hard for Bastien to get the chip of his shoulder but with a little help from Melanie he just might become part of the “team”. Both Bastien and Melanie are very strong characters and complement each other very well. I like that there is vulnerability in the tough façade of Bastien and when Melanie is around he lets it show.

The story line moves fast and the reader is caught up in the emotions of the characters. The world building that Duvall creates keeps the reader intrigued in where the next book will take them. With so many characters that I want to know more of, I am sure Duvall will keep me glued to her series. These books are a must read but is addicting!!



Monday, October 22, 2012

31 Days of Halloween Author Interview/Giveaway: Dianne Duvall

I want to thank Dianne Duvall for taking time out of her busy schedule to answer a few questions for me. I was super excited when she agreed to do this because she has become one of my favorite authors. Her Immortal Guardian series is just fantastic and and rank it up there with J.R. Wards Black Dagger Brotherhood. THAT is how awesome it is! So enjoy my interview with Dianne and don't forget to enter to win the first book in the Immortal Guardian series, Darkness Dawns. Just fill out the Rafflecopter form below. US/CA only. 

I know your third book in the Immortal Guardian’s series, Phantom Shadows published October 2, 2012 and I really want to talk about that. But first, I’d like my readers to know a little about you.

What is your favorite quality about yourself? 
I would have to say my determination. If there is something I want to accomplish, I keep working – no matter what obstacles may litter my path – until I accomplish it.

What are you most proud of accomplishing so far in your life?  
I think getting published may very well be at the top of the list. I’ve loved books ever since I first learned to read and have been creating my own tales for almost as long. Getting published and sharing stories and HEAs with others was a goal I worked long and hard to achieve, so seeing my books in print and hearing from readers who enjoyed them is wonderful. A dream come true. 

We’re going to talk about this book that you’ve written, but first, let us learn a little about how you got your start in writing.
How has your upbringing influenced your writing? 
I wouldn’t have become an author if a deep, abiding love of books had not been cultivated in me from the beginning. My parents always encouraged me to read, and reading sparked my imagination. The joy I found loosing myself in fun, fascinating characters and their adventures made me want to create many of my own.

What inspired you to write your first book?   
When I entered college, I majored in journalism. And, while I did enjoy the writing, I found it to be too restrictive. You might say, I wanted to color outside the lines. J I wanted to create new worlds, pit good against evil, and help men and women fall in love and live happily ever after. So I put pen to paper with romance in mind and haven’t stopped writing since. 

Okay, now we can get to talking about Phantom Shadows. 
Tell us about a little bit about Phantom Shadows.   
Phantom Shadows was so much fun to write because its hero is Sebastien Newcombe, who many readers of my series have been hoping would find a Happily Ever After. Sebastien entered the series as quite the villain, raising an army of psychotic vampires with the intention of destroying the Immortal Guardians. His past was dark, dangerous, and deadly. His present is the same. And his future is not looking good. His actions have earned him the hatred of immortals, vampires, and humans alike. Calls for his execution have become a clamor. Bastien knows something is going to have to change soon, he just doesn’t expect that change to be inspired by a mortal woman who sees in him something he and the others can’t.
Dr. Melanie Lipton, a member of the extensive human network that aids the Immortal Guardians, has worked with the lone surviving members of Bastien’s vampire army for over two years, searching desperately for a cure for the virus that infects them or at least for a way to prevent the brain damage and subsequent insanity it causes in humans transformed by it. Her frequent encounters with Bastien have confirmed what the vampires have been telling her all along, that there is far more to him than meets the eye. She just has to find a way to make Bastien – and the Immortal Guardians who loathe him – see it, too. 

How did you develop your plot and characters?  
Each book in my series contains two plots. The first is what I consider the short-term plot that makes the book approachable as a stand alone novel. A romance plot develops alongside an exterior action plot, and both are resolved by the end of the book. The second plot is part of the greater series plot or the series arc. It continues to develop and expand with each new book in the series. In Phantom Shadows, both plots were set into motion by Bastien. The series began with Bastien raising a vampire army. Bastien was set on seeking vengeance and had no idea just what he was setting into motion. His actions started the proverbial snowball rolling down the hill. Every villain that has arisen since can be directly linked back to Bastien. And that isn’t something the Immortal Guardians are likely to forgive . . . or let him forget.
So I decided to find someone who would. After their explosive first encounter in Night Reigns, I couldn’t wait to see how Bastien and Melanie would react when thrown together again. Bastien is not used to kindness, having received none of it during the past two centuries. Melanie is kind and not accustomed to the violence that has been such a large part of Bastien’s world. So I knew both would have to grow and change in order to find that treasured happy ending 

How important do you think villains are in a story? 
Since Bastien was a villain himself when my series began, I would say they are essential. They generate action and conflict and provide characters, who otherwise may never have encountered one another, with a common goal they must work toward. Many villains are truly despicable, which is why we love to hate them so much. But some, like Bastien, can surprise us and be redeemed. Those, I think, are my favorites.

How do you come up the titles of your books?  
When I name my books, I look for a simple phrase that represents some aspect of the novel’s plot. In Darkness Dawns, for example, an enemy arises who threatens the existence of the immortals and spawns a new, dark era in the Immortal Guardians’ world. Hence Darkness Dawns. With Phantom Shadows . . . I will let readers unravel. Explaining the title would be a spoiler. ;-) 

Have you started your next project yet? If so, can you tell us anything about it? 
I have. Thank you for asking. I’m actually working on two projects. The first is a novella entitled “In Still Darkness” that will appear in the Predatory anthology alongside stories by Alexandra Ivy and Nina Bangs. It features Richart d’Alençon and will give readers a chance to witness firsthand the romance that is secretly unfolding behind the scenes in Night Reigns and Phantom Shadows. The second project is the fourth book in the Immortal Guardians series, as yet untitled. I’m very excited about both! 

Do you have any specific last thoughts that you want to say to your readers?  
Thank you so much for joining us today. It was such a pleasure to be here. I hope you all will enjoy my new take on vampires and the romance that flourishes in my Immortal Guardians world.


What is your favorite TV show?  

What is your favorite late night snack?  
German chocolate pie. It’s a guilty pleasure.

What’s your favorite place in the entire world?  
In terms of location, I haven’t found it yet. There are a number of places that appeal to me for one reason or another, ranging from beaches to rolling hills to mountains to bustling cities. I found the forests, corn fields, and rolling meadows of North Carolina alluring, particularly when accompanied by moonlight and the fog that frequently creeps through the trees and across the land at night, which is why I made North Carolina the primary setting for my series. When it comes to writing, I tend to gravitate toward quiet, isolated places where I can let my imagination roam freely without distractions or interruptions. And, in terms of kicking back, relaxing, and enjoying myself, my favorite place is with my family, wherever that might be. 

If you got a parrot for a pet, what phrase would you be sure to teach it to say?   
Hmm. I’ll go with one of my favorite Roland quotes: “I’m not antisocial, I just want to be left alone.”

I have to say that is one of my FAVORITE quotes by Roland because he summed up what I have been telling people forever about myself..LOL
Are you a morning person or a night owl? 
I’m a night owl.
Dianne Duvall is the award-winning author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series. Her debut novel Darkness Dawns was nominated for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance 2011 by RT Book Reviews, for Best Paranormal Romance - Vampire 2011 by The Romance Reviews, and for Best Book of 2011 by Long and Short Reviews. Night Reigns, the second book in her Immortal Guardians series, has been declared an "utterly addictive" Top Pick by RT Book Reviews, "intense, passionate and engrossing" by The Romance Reviews, and "a clever, unique, and brilliantly executed book" by Long and Short Reviews. Phantom Shadows, the third book in the series will be released on October 2, 2012.

When she isn't writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and once even appeared onscreen as a machete-wielding maniac not unlike the vampires she so loves to create in her novels.
Dianne Duvall lures readers into a world of romance and suspense, where love can mean the difference between life and death. . .  

Dr. Melanie Lipton is no stranger to the supernatural. She knows immortals better than they know themselves, right down to their stubborn little genes. So although a handsome rogue immortal seems suspicious to her colleagues, Sebastien Newcombe intrigues Melanie. His history is checkered, his scars are impressive, and his ideas are daring. But it's not his ideas that have Melanie fighting off surges of desire. . . 

Bastien is used to being the bad guy. In fact, he can't remember the last time he had an ally he could trust. But Melanie is different--and under her calm, professional exterior he senses a passion beyond anything in his centuries of experience. Giving in to temptation is out of the question--he can't put her in danger. But she isn't asking him. . .