Recalling the past is the only way to repair the future… For Sub Rosa personal assistant, Eden Freberg, kissing men is like making out with a mannequin—cold, lifeless, disconnected. That is, until she meets alluring geneticist Rick Hartman. From their first touch, they connect like long lost lovers, fitting together like missing pieces of a puzzle. Eden is on an express train to beyond-this-world bliss—married, and with twins in less than a year—until Rick derails their perfect life, revealing corruption at the heart of Sub Rosa.
The transnational corporation plans to wipe the Jade and Violet vampire clans from existence, even though they pose no significant threat to humans. And Rick’s determined to make things right. But that’s not the only problem. On their journey of discovery, Eden and Rick unearth a forty-year-old secret that shatters their identities and threatens their lives. Will their pasts catch up to them before Rick has a chance to gain retribution?
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
When a personal assistant’s perfect life is shattered by a forty-year-old secret, will she be able to pick up the pieces and resurrect her world?
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
Rick and Eden’s first kiss.
How do you use magic in your book?
Some of the vampires have special powers eg. Ability to morph into a slime-type substance to escape confined areas.
Would your hero enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, candy corn, or apple bobbing?
Hmmm…he’d definitely prefer bloody, rare steak.
What costume would your heroine (or hero if MM) wear to a halloween party?
A sexy, vampy Morticia Addams.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
When Rick and Eden meet.
Is this book a spooky/scary PNR, or a cozy/snuggling with a monster PNR?
It’s on the dark side and explores ethical dilemmas as well as hope and true love.
What is your favorite monster to write?
Vampires. Love a sexy vampire.
If you had to pick, would you rather have fangs, claws, or wings?
I like writing fangs but personally, I’d love a decent pair of wings!
Halloween’s coming. Do you do anything special to celebrate?
No. It’s not particularly huge in Australia, though the popularity is growing!
Excerpt from Discover
Eden glanced up, ready to take off in search of her friend, but a big, sexy body blocked her vision. His. The guy stood right in front of her.
Eden sucked in her breath and froze. She stared up into his superb, angular face, her mind a jumble of surprise, joy and angst. He had to be over six feet tall, given that her skyscraper stilettos shot her up to five foot nine. He didn’t say anything, just kept staring as though she captured his gaze and held him spellbound.
His eyes were the most amazing light green she had ever seen. Magnetic. Her stare stayed locked on his, and she drifted closer until their bodies almost touched. They began moving in sequence, mirroring each other, as though dancing a choreographed routine.
Their unspoken communication continued, his lips closing in on hers. She moved up to meet him…and the song finished, breaking the trance. His gaze remained glued to hers.
After a few long, staring seconds, he leaned in. “Would you like a drink?”
His hot breath against her ear combined with his sexy, deep voice sent her heart rate skyrocketing. Something about his musical, tenor-type tone had a familiarity and friendliness, and that, in conjunction with his musky, masculine scent, rated him eleven out of ten on the allure scale.
“Yes, thanks. That would be nice,” she said, her voice straining above the blaring music.
He led her to an empty booth near the back bar and gestured for her to have a seat. “What would you like?”
You. “Just the house red, please.”
He smiled. “No worries. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He sauntered over to the bar, his blue jeans and white, fitted shirt emphasizing his lean, toned body. She still couldn’t believe he’d chosen her out of every female in the place. With his style and good looks, he could have anyone.
Eden scanned the club and spotted Grace, standing at the front bar, talking to a guy. Before she could make eye contact, he returned, handed her a glass of red wine and slipped into the other side of the booth.
“I hope merlot is okay.”
“Perfect. I love merlot.”
He stared into her eyes and raised his glass to hers. “Me too. Cheers.”
They both took a sip of their drinks, without breaking eye contact. She swallowed and dropped her gaze to his Johnny Depp-esque small moustache and goatee. Normally she hated facial hair on men, but not on him. It totally suited his rock-bohemian style. It blended in perfectly with his balanced, masculine face.
He placed his glass down on a promotional beer coaster. “I would ask if you come here often, but I know you do. Anyway, I’m Rick, and I have to admit, I’ve wanted to speak to you for ages.”
Sandra Carmel is an Australian-based author of engaging, thought-provoking romance novels, novellas, short stories and poetry, who writes for the pleasure of stimulating herself and others with words. An obsession with classic romance novels, particularly Jane Eyre, combined with marrying her own Mr Rochester were key motivators in commencing her romance writing journey. So far, she has taken the scenic route from contemporary to paranormal to erotic, creating provocative stories that delve beneath the surface of desire. She reads and writes a lot, frequently disrupted by her ever-attentive, cheeky cats, and sinfully amorous husband.