Prequel to Paranormal Personnel Saga

Hey Guys,


"The Healing Hour" is now available on amazon, it's a short novella written from Nathaniel's point of view. It can be read as a prequel to £6.19 per Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #1)

Recently I posted a short excerpt on my Facebook page:
Here is a little reminder.

I pushed the door open wider, hearing a faint voice inside the chamber. My heart skipped a beat upon realising who the voice belonged to. All my hopes and desires were behind that door. My senses sharpened and my heart was racing so fast it was just about to gallop out of my chest. 
‘Blood, I want more blood; it’s never enough.’ 
Isabelle was talking to herself, sitting on the chair next to the fire. She was alone but the scent of another older vampire was still intense and floating in the air. I inhaled and the soaring pain in my chest eased off. I finally found her. My suffering came to the end.
But then she turned around. ‘You!’
My breath caught. I could barely recognise her. Lines under her eyes were darker, her face was covered in blood, and her hair was lighter than I remembered. The look on her face told me that she wasn’t expecting to see me. Her pupils widened and anger flickered in her beautiful blue eyes.
‘My darling, I’m here. I’ve finally found you,’ I said softly, falling down on my knees. My mind was cloudy and I could barely breathe, seeing her paleness and the kind of hunger that I used to feel myself when I was younger.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
She bared her teeth, staring at me as if she were looking at a ghost. I came here expecting her to throw herself into my arms and tell me how much she loved me. Instead, she roared with rage and charged into me as I knelt before her. I had no strength to fight with her. I let her scratch my face with her sharp nails and sink her fangs into my neck.
My breath came fast. She was better when she was hurting me, and I didn’t care about the pain. The blood was running down my neck, but I felt her closeness and that began to seal up the wound in my heart.
Until she pulled away and slapped me, saying, ‘You shouldn’t be here. I never asked you to find me!’ She wiped her bloody mouth, not taking her eyes off me.
‘Isabelle, we can be together now like before. I’m sorry for what he did to you,’ I said, trying to crawl to her, but she pushed me back.
‘Get away from me, Nathaniel. I don’t need your apology. I’m this way because of your lies. He saved me, gave me immortality. You wanted to keep this away from me.’
Tears ran down my cheeks, her words hurting me. I felt like someone was tearing my skin away from my body while I was still living and breathing. Isabelle was a full-blooded vampire now, a monster, her humanity lost.
Unable to comprehend that she wouldn’t even consider coming back to me, I offered my pledge. ‘Please, darling, let me take care of you. We can go back to England, to our old life.’
She started laughing, spitting her blood everywhere. ‘I’m not part of you anymore. My old life is over and I never want to see you again. My maker means everything to me and I’m glad that he turned me into the creature that I’m now. You failed me.’
‘Isabelle—’
She slapped ma again and stood up. ‘Leave or I swear that I’m going to kill you!’
I looked at her, seeing that her hatred for me was real. I wasn’t part of her life anymore. Her maker had changed her and destroyed her pure white soul. It was all my fault that it came to this. If I’d have told her the truth about my nature we could have avoided all the pain. I destroyed her by loving her and by lying that I was partly a vampire.
I searched two years for her since we parted, but her love for me slipped through my fingers. The wound in my heart reopened and from that day I promised myself that I would never fall in love again. Love only destroyed. It was like despair. My mother was right when she warned me that falling in love would only make me suffer.
She was turned into a vampire by my best mate right after I propose to her and then she vanished with him.
The horn somewhere on the road brought me back to reality. I slammed my foot on the break realising too late that the car in front of me stopped. I cursed under my breath. My brand new Aston Martin crushed by some piece of shit just because I was lost with my pathetic past. The impact of the collision wasn’t too bad, but still, the damage was done. I took a few deep breaths and tightened my palms over the wheel.

"All about you, part 2" is now available

I'm happy to announce that second part of "All about you" is now available on amazon. Part two and three will be released sometime in March. Blow is a short blurb.

India tries to get on with her life in Braxton, but Oliver doesn’t want to let it go. She tries to tell him the truth, but in the end he pulls her back into the darkness, to the bad memories from the party. 
Instead of blending in she has been humiliated again! 
Oliver might forgive her in the future, but he will never forget how ruthless she used to be. They are both keeping too many secrets, 
Has the line between love and hate ever been so fine? 

and a short blurb 

Links:

Amazon US 

Amazon UK 

Teaser:

 In the past few weeks I’d found it difficult to be in the same room with him. Whenever I saw him my pulse started racing, and my mouth went dry in an instant. I couldn't take this anymore. I wanted to tell him the truth about how I felt about him 

“Oh hey, I wasn't sure if anyone was at home,” I said, sounding oddly rough like I had a sore throat. My body tensed and I waited for him to say something, but he just stood there looking at me, studying me. His blue eyes looked right through me, watching as I struggled to breathe.

Oliver slowly approached me. He never worked out, but he was well built and I couldn't draw my eyes away from his naked chest. 

“I think we should take advantage of the fact that we’re alone,” he said standing in front of me. A couple of times Oliver let me know that I affected him the same way he affected me, but since that kiss in the cinema he hadn't tried to touch me at all. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you in my room.”  

“What about your brother? He’ll be home at any minute,” I hissed. He smiled, melting away all the hesitation. He took my hand and walked me to his room, before I protested. 

“Don't worry about him. He will be quite preoccupied tonight.” 

“But—”

“No buts, I know what I'm talking about." He smirked. “I’ve got something important to show you.”  

His room was dark, filled with posters of his favourite band. He was a Goth and he was into the occult and all that supernatural bullshit. People always made fun of him and his mother couldn't stand it, but I didn't mind. I liked that he was trying to be different. 

 He sat on the floor, dragging me to sit beside him. His touch sent a surging heat down between my breasts.

“What have you got to show me?” I asked, my voice hoarse. He looked at me with those diamond eyes and touched my cheek. A smile broke over his lips. His touch was unexpected and filled me up with explosive desire. Whenever Christian touched me I felt nothing, just an odd tingle of unease. I wasn't capable of feeling anything when he was around. It was like I was made of stone, locked within my own insecurities. 

 Oliver's touch, brought something new and fresh. When I was with him my stomach twisted with longing and my body searched for his closeness. 

“This, and I hope you don't mind,” he whispered. He leaned towards me and pressed his mouth over mine. Our lips connected with a mind-blowing kiss. Every part of me screamed that I should stop this before I couldn't control myself, but my heart thumped faster. 

When Oliver ran the tip of his tongue over my teeth and I moaned with pleasure. His palm held my face and I let go of the fear that I was doing something wrong. He pushed himself on top of me sliding between my legs, where he fitted in perfectly. 

“India, I've waited for this moment for so long,” he whispered, and I arched my head back enjoying as his fingers caressed my skin. The collision of emotions jetted over us. It was like someone woke me up from my deepest dream. Like I’d been living a different life before; I’d been kissing a wrong guy. And now I was finally making the right choice. 

 His lips moved over mine like a fire welcomes oxygen. His fingers started to unbutton my shirt. He began planting kisses down my neck, selecting only the most sensitive parts, devouring me completely and utterly with his whole body. His hand cupped my breast and the heat shot through my stomach down to my core, filling me with a pool of warmth and lust.