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flhl-coverFor the Love of His Life by Fiona McGier

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Publisher: Eternal Press

Release Date: May 1, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 81,600 words

Buy Link

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/For-Love-His-Life-ebook/dp/B00CMHMGXI/ 


Can a sexy Hispanic action movie star find himself in the BWCA of upper Minnesota? Will the local woman he grows to love believe someone who “lies for a living”?

When the famous action movie star Raul Roderick needs to “clean-up” for a major role that even he doubts he can deliver, the director sends him up to a resort owned by his grandmother in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, to learn to commune with nature.  His guide is Veronica, the director’s cousin, a tall, athletic woman who has the relaxed, sensible nature of someone who knows herself well.

Raul hasn’t been this far from his reliable drug-dealers for a very long time, and dealing with real-life is something he’s never been very good at. His initial clumsy attempt to seduce her makes her laugh…so he calls her fat. Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? And can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover what is really important in life?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations (including a f/f/m ménage scene/scenes in the first chapter) and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Teaser Excerpt:

Scene Set Up: Raul tries to convince Veronica that he’s fallen in love with her.

When they got back to the truck, Veronica hit the clicker before moving around to the back to toss her backpack into it.  Raul followed and did the same with the one he’d been carrying.  She pushed the back end of the truck back up and walked around to get into the drivers’ seat.  Raul got into the passenger side and they both pulled their doors closed.  There was silence for a long moment.

“Come back to my cabin with me,” Raul urged in what he hoped was a persuasive voice.

Veronica shook her head without looking at him.

“I can’t!  You know that!  Gram Marie would see us and have a shit-fit!”

Raul leaned over the console and put his hand over Veronica’s hand that was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.

“Then take me back to your place,” he said in a low voice.  Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him and he added, “Please.”


“Because I’m going crazy from how much I want you.  I’ve never made love to a woman before.  I need to know how we will feel together.”

Veronica spat out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, you’d better get more blood back into your brain first.  How can you expect me to believe you?  You’ve probably had sex with half of Hollywood, and fucked your way across the country by now.”

Raul’s face grew more serious.

“Yes, I have.  But I’ve never even bothered to learn the names of the women I’ve had.  What did it matter?  They were only after one thing, and so was I.  Once that was over, and they could brag about fucking Raul Roderick, our business was done.”

He heard her intake of breath, staggered, like she was trying not to cry.

He reached his hand up and turned her face toward him.

“Look at me, Nica.  Look into my eyes so you can see I’m not lying to you.  I won’t ever lie to you.  I’ve never had real feelings for any other woman before.  I don’t even know how to seduce you.  I don’t want to insult you with any of the moves I’ve used with so little thought before.  I don’t want you to think this means nothing to me.  It means everything.”

“Is this a new seduction strategy for you?  Are you just trying it out on me, to see if it will work?”  Her voice held layers of insecurity, and there were tears in her eyes, and that was too much for him to bear.

Raul sat back in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.

“No,” he said in a flat, monotone voice.  “I don’t know how to convince you that I’m not feeding you a line.  I’m not very good at speaking from my heart, because I don’t know how.  I’ve never done it before.  But please drive us away from here, so we won’t be seen by any inquiring minds who want to know what’s going on.”

Veronica sat and stared ahead of her for a minute before taking a deep breath.  She turned the key and started the truck and pulled carefully out of the parking lot.  She turned left and headed south on the Gunflint Trail, back towards all of the places they knew.

Raul tried hard not to give in to depression, but he could feel himself beginning to wallow in it.  As a child he had hated those feelings so much that he pretended they didn’t exist…as if he was someone else.  That had always made his loneliness and pain easier to bear.  But now?

I don’t know how to reach her.  Anything I say, she’ll think is a line.  I’m in love for the first time in my life, and there’s nothing I can do or say to convince her of that.  I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve any better. 

Raul stared down at the hands folded in his lap and felt self-hatred gnawing at his soul.

 About the Author:

Fiona has always had stories in her head. Characters intrude into her thoughts and insist on showing her scenes from their lives. She discovered that when she ignores them, they start to yell louder; if she writes their stories and they can live in readers’ heads as well, they usually leave her alone. Only to be replaced by a new group of story-tellers. Her head is usually a very crowded place, but she likes it that way. Visit Fiona at www.fionamcgier.com.


Giveaway Info:
Prize is 5 $5 Dunkin Donut Gift Cards from Fiona McGier (1 each to 5 winners). Contest is tour-wide and ends May 20. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

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Release Blitz for Fiona McGier

Prophecy of the Undead by Fiona McGier

Keisha is a neurobiology researcher determined to discover the secret to intelligence to save humanity from itself.  What she learns leads her to realize a bigger threat comes from beyond the stars.  Yuri is a Russian vampire whose long-dead feelings respond to the scientist whose brain he admires but whose curves he can’t resist.  Will his love reach the places in her heart that she has ignored for so long?  And can they defeat the prophecy of the undead to find happiness sharing eternity?

Buy link: http://eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615727988
Note: paperback will become available in a couple of weeks.




Keisha wakes up to find herself tied up in the trunk of a car, and futilely tries to escape while the men had to walk to a gas station when they ran out of gas.  They’ve returned:

The trunk opened and Keisha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.
She felt the tip of a gun against her cheek as it stroked her face.
“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”
“Just feel her up then let’s get out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being watched…”
“By who? There’s no one else out in this God-forsaken…what the fuck?”
Keisha heard a swooshing sound and opened her eyes to see a blur of movement. There was a snarling growl, combined with the yells of real fear, coming from her two tormentors.
“Kill the bitch!.”
She felt the gun stuck into her ribs and held her breath, waiting for death. The gun fired. The bullet tore its way through her skin and chest muscles, burned through her lung, and severed arteries as it lodged in her heart. She found it difficult to let out the breath or to breathe in any more air.
There was the awful sound of breaking bones…then silence.
Someone leaned over into the trunk and lifted her gently out as if she was as light as a child. She felt herself being laid on the ground and fought to breathe as her blood pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes and making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she was unable to budge. She tried to thank him with her last gasps of air.

“Tha…thanks.” She choked on her own blood and her head swam.
“Keisha, look at me,” he commanded in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she was moving far away from him.
She tried to focus her gaze but merely saw the outlines of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible, topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.
“I had hoped to spare you this but I have no other choice now. I can’t lose you…I won’t. You must choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”
In her mind she giggled but all that came out of her mouth was a gargling sound.
“Um, yeah…don’t think…option anymore…”
“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing, you will be changed. You will be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure you want me to do this?”
Her head nodded up and down as darkness descended, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now. She drifted off and idly wondered if she was going anywhere or if she was just going to lose consciousness and that would be the end of thought.
Suddenly her mind was invaded by a tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes that shone with a black fire in their depths.
What are you doing here? I’m busy dying…who are you?
“You are dying but not in the way you expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with as your body dies?”

She tried to shrug but was unable to move any part of her body.
She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.
“How about something erotic?”
She was suddenly on a downy-soft bed, naked, with a man’s head between her thighs. His tongue was driving her mad with desire as he alternated between licking her from front to back, and nibbling on her clit gently. When his fingers pulled the hood back and his teeth grazed her clit, she screamed with pleasure as the orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tsunami. She rose up off of the bed with the tightening of her muscles. Then the man loomed before her, spread her thighs uncomfortably wide and his hips surged forward. The pleasure she had just felt multiplied as his massive organ pushed its way into her, stretchingher almost beyond comfort. He filled her, then withdrew only to
slam into her again and again. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed as he came, the force of his orgasm making her spasm with an intensity to match his own.
He growled like a wild animal as he pulsated inside of her.
Her muscles clenched around him. Her orgasms were like a roller coaster of pleasure, pushing her up a hill then crashing her down on the other side.
The last thing she remembered was his voice telling her, “Drink. Drink deeply. Take as much as you can hold. I have emptied you; now, fill yourself with me.”
     I’m already filled with you. Her thoughts were her own but inexplicably she felt his chest move as he chuckled. Everything went black and she drifted off into nothingness.

About the Author:

Fiona has always had stories in her head, with characters telling her about their lives. Often she wakes up with entire story arcs that she has to feverishly write down before starting her day.  Now that her four children are erudite young adults, she hides from everyone for hours, bringing the stories to life. She hopes that you enjoy your short trip into her mind as you meet some of the heroines and heroes who live there, and now on these pages also. If you want to read more, she has a series of six contemporary romance books about the members of a large Hispanic family, The Reyes Family Romances.  She also wrote two books about female spies who work for a top-secret international agency, as well as two stand-alone contemporary romances.  Visit her at: www.fionamcgier.com, where the first page is her blog.


Introducing Linda Hays-Gibbs

Hi and welcome to my blog, Linda Hays-Gibbs. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  So tell us a little about yourself.

So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?  I was reading about Napoleon and his last battle.  I thought about all those young boys lying (45,000) dead on one battlefield and wondered what would happen to the survivors?  I thought about vampires hunting prey on this battlefield and maybe the ghosts of the men slain trying to find the living.  I don’t know my imagination just took off flying.  I love to imagine all this in my head and then try and write it down.  I did think a Frenchman and an English lady would make a great love story but I ended with a Scotsman coming into the picture just to give her more choices, you understand. All those men and only one lady to make up her mind about who she would love or not love.  It was a dilemma.


If you had any super powers, what would they be and why? I want to fly, get my youth back and find the man I wanted when I was young.


What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future? Murder Mystery.  I would also love to do Science Fiction.


What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?

I have been married a lot, like four times and I am now single. 


If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say? Too (serious)s, too (pessimistic) but terribly (romantic)


What authors can be found in your library of books? Johanna Lindsey, Jo Beverley, Barbara Metzgar, William Shakespeare and Jack London, Ernest Hemingway, E. E. Cummings, George R. R. Martin, and Jane Austen.


Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us? Chocolate, man watching and “Game of Thrones” oh, and William Shatner and Thor to play with.


Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?

 “My Angel, My Light As Darkness Falls” 

From the corner of the woods Pierre Blanchard saw her. She was like an angel floating around in the carnage of hell. At least she looked like an angel. Her beauty was compelling and her grace was like a dancer and a determined little flower with serious and painful intent. He could feel her emotions. Suddenly, all he wanted was to comfort her, to take her into his arms and never let her go. He started toward her and then halted, shaking his head to clear it. He could not do that. He was the enemy, the dreaded Frenchman, and he had to stay hidden. After all this horrible battle, someone had to report back toFrancethat they were defeated.Pierreshould have already left. Maybe, God willing, this time there would be no more wars. No, that was not possible. Was it not Plato that said the only men who did not war were dead men? There would always be wars. Mesmerized by his angel, he kept following her. She had on the most exquisite gown, and though it was soiled, she still looked like a china doll.

Pierreran toward her and almost out into the clearing. He stopped just short of exposing himself. Oh, God he wanted to help her. She was so helpless and tiny and she was so broken. His heart was breaking for her as she screamed and wept, so he continued to weep too. She had found her lover. Oh, whatPierrewould give for her to love him like that and to hold him like that! His features twisted into a scowl. If he could only take her in his arms and love her! His clothes would not give him away. 

It is a Regency Romance set at the time of the last battle with Napoleon.
      Prudence Elizabeth White, the daughter of the Earl of White is left alone while her brother Michael and soon to be betrothed, Fearghass MacDonald, the Duke if Sumerled rush off to the battle. Days later neither has returned so with no one to help her Pru goes in search of her loved ones. She finds herself 
immersed in horror unimaginable and she almost loses her mind and would except for the man who holds her and kisses her in the pitch black night on the battlefield among 40,000 dead bodies. Needless to say, she falls in love with her unseen but very comforting hero. The only problem is that her hero is French and a vampire. 
     Destitute, Pru takes up residence in a ruined castle and soon finds that it already has residents, a few ghosts and demons. Her midnight love protects her until he is injured saving her.He also finds he needs other things besides food, another hunger has overcome him.
    Suddenly another man comes to the castle, the owner.  Pru is terrified and intrigued, as he looks very familiar.  Is he someone who will protect her or harm her? 
     Pierre cannot leave Pru alone.  He is deeply and hopelessly in love. He hungers for her with a fire he can barely control.  In the darkness, he holds her and protects her but how will he protect Pru from himself.
      Dughlass is stunned that someone has taken over his castle until she falls at his feet and his heart falls at hers.
He started down the stairs and heard a moan coming from Pru’s room.  He could not help himself; he was inside her room in a second.  She was having a fitful dream and he felt some presence in her room.  He looked around for this cursed man she wanted but did not see him, but there was something…what was it…then he saw it a darkness hovering over her.        
    “In God’s name what are you? I adjure you in the name of all that is holy; stop what you are doing!  You cannot have Pru!  If you must have something or someone, take me!” 

What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing? I read a book. Lol yes, I read quite a bit actually.  I also watch movies but I love reading.

What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why? I would love to chat with Daniel Boone since he is my great, great, great, grandpa.  I would also like to chat with Dragging Canoe as we are supposed to be related.  He was a famous Cherokee chief. 

Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future? The Devil is Real” It is about an assassin from hell that goes to kill a woman that is half angel and he finds he can not kill her.  He falls in love with her but she has powers too. She can not tolerate evil.  She can taste a lie or taste evil, see evil, smell evil, feel evil and hear evil.  She falls down the stairs and has a lapse in memory and that is the only way she falls in love with him.  She temporarily loses her powers to perceive evil and therefore, cannot see the evil in this man and falls madly in love with him.  He is shattered when she gets her memory and powers back and cannot be in the same room with the man she loves.  How can they solve this problem?

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one?  ”My Angel, My Light As Darkness FallsIf not, then which one is closest to your heart?  “He Would Make Her Pay”


Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?

You can buy my book at: http://eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615726028 


watch a trailer on utube about it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDjuhb5n9L4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

you can contact me at:  lindahaysgibbs@gmail.com




My Angel, My Light by Linda Hays-Gibbs

Eternal Press

Historical Romance


At the mercy of the darkness which terrifies her, Pru is alone except for 40,000 dead bodies. She starts screaming with no hope as the black starts to consume her. Suddenly warm strong arms embrace her and she is sheltered from the horror all around. She sleeps until the arms leave her once again alone in the dark and her screaming starts again.

Luckily the dawn is coming and she has not lost her mind entirely before the first burst of light softens the dark. Then the horrors must leave as the day chases them away.

Teaser Excerpt:

From the corner of the woods Pierre Blanchard saw her. She was like an angel floating around in the carnage of hell. At least she looked like an angel. Her beauty was compelling and her grace was like a dancer and a determined little flower with serious and painful intent. He could feel her emotions. Suddenly, all he wanted was to comfort her, to take her into his arms and never let her go. He started toward her and then halted, shaking his head to clear it. He could not do that. He was the enemy, the dreaded Frenchman, and he had to stay hidden. After all this horrible battle, someone had to report back to France that they were defeated. Pierre should have already left. Maybe, God willing, this time there would be no more wars. No, that was not possible. Was it not Plato that said the only men who did not war were dead men? There would always be wars.

Talking with Kathryn Meyer Griffith

The Story of Egyptian Heart

A backstory and other tidbits from an old writer’s life

Eternal Press buy link:http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-443-7 * Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-444-4

You Tube Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cogCNYKzPqc



Let me start with this: I have always loved ancient Egyptian stories since I was a child. I remember I wrote one of my first school papers at around eleven years old in pencil on the ancient Egyptians after dragging home an armful of musty smelling books from the library. I don’t recall exactly why I loved this particular time period and the people that lived in it but it might have had something to do with the movies The Ten Commandments (I was raised a Catholic), the horror mummy movies of the 1960’s and the early TV shows on Nefertiti and Cleopatra. I just had this affinity for the period.

It was February 1994 (I noted it on the outside of the manila folder where I keep a running book history on each novel) when I began Egyptian Heart. Originally I called it The Cursed Scarab. Later, I retitled it Egyptian Heart because I wanted it to more reflect the romance tale it had become.

I still had my agent, Lori Perkins, who’d sold four earlier novels for me to Zebra Books (Vampire Blood, 1991; The Last Vampire, 1992; Witches, 1993 and The Calling, 1994…after I’d sold my first three novels on my own to Leisure Books: Evil Stalks the Night, 1984: The Heart of the Rose, 1985; Blood Forge,1989) and she’d told me about a new romantic horror line that Silhouette was starting called the Shadows Line. They wanted to tap into the darker romantic paranormal market. Lori said they wanted the kind of story I wrote but with more romance. It was Silhouette after all.  I’d been labeled as a horror writer from the get go, though all my novels blended genres; usually I wrote a romantic horror mixture with dashes of adventure, suspense and sometimes threw in a little history or mystery as well…but in those days the big publishers felt the need (and I think they still do) to squeeze a writer into one narrow slot. So I was a horror writer.

But my 1994 I’d lost my sweet editor at Zebra and a new one took her place…and over the next year he didn’t like anything I wrote for him and later that year Zebra unceremoniously dropped me and my latest book (Predator, a story about a dinosaur in Crater Lake…which never came out but still lingers like some weird ghost book in every computer on the global Internet) only six weeks away from going to the bookstore shelves. I’d begged the new editor not to call it Predator, bad title since there was a popular movie out of that name and it was nothing about a dinosaur, and the cover was awful, an empty boat on a lake…what!!! Having that book – my first ever – dumped like that was a crushing experience, let me tell you. I had a stack of finished, printed covers and had already done my final edits! I got to keep my advance but the book was officially dead. The new editor-that-didn’t-like-my-writing explained: “No one wants to read a book about a dinosaur.” And six months later Jurassic Park came out! The book is still sitting in a drawer somewhere (perhaps one day I’ll resurrect and finish it as well).

At that point, my agent wanted me to branch out so I wrote two manuscripts for the Silhouette Shadows Line or tried to.  Egyptian Heart and Shadow Road (a romantic suspense about a woman truck driver driving a dangerous wintry route with a murderer on her tail, which later I retitled and sold as Winter’s Journey). To make a long story short, Silhouette Shadows turned both down. Seems I had too much horror in them; not enough sex. I didn’t follow the formula. Sheesh. I’ve never liked depending too much on sex in any of my books or writing a book too predictable. The originality of the novel and the characters make the story for me.

After that my agent dropped me. Ah, the life of a writer.

So, then life (as it has many times in my 39 year writing career), family and job problems, and my other novels (I was into murder mysteries for years and sold two to Avalon Books), got in the way and Egyptian Heart and Shadow Road went into drawer hibernation until, oh, about 2004, when I rediscovered them, dug them out, rewrote them and began trying to sell them again. Sometimes, I’ve found, a book left alone in a dark cubbyhole ages like good wine. (Or sometimes it just turns to vinegar.)

Fast forward three years to 2007 and a new e-book (e-books still being considered a risky new-fangled craze at that time!) publisher called The Wild Rose Press contracted both and eventually a third called The Ice Bridge, a ghostly romantic murder mystery set on Mackinac Island, and published them. Good publisher. They treated me well. But in 2010 when I contracted my two newest novels, Before the End: A Time of Demons and The Woman in Crimson (both romantic horror) my new publisher, Kim Richards Gilchrist at Damnation Books wanted to bring out all my old out-of-print novels again (going back to those early Leisure Books from the 1980’s) in print – and e-books for the first time ever.  Seven old paperbacks. I’d rewrite them all, get new covers and they’d all live again. I was thrilled. And grateful. It would take a lot of work on both our parts but when we were done ALL my old novels would be in print again and in electronic form out in the world. I jumped right in.

Then when my two year contract (I was lucky, e-books still being new, it was only for two years; now most e-book publishers contract for five years or longer) ran out with The Wild Rose Press I happily switched Egyptian Heart, Winter’s Journey, The Ice Bridge and a novella Don’t Look Back, Agnes to Eternal Press (Damnation Books sister company). Kim Richards, and her husband William, had just brought Realms of Fantasy Magazine into the fold, as well.

So. Egyptian Heart has had a very long history. Simply put, it’s a romantic time travel paranormal romance set in the ancient times of Nefertiti and her heretic Pharaoh Akhenaton.  It’s more romance than history, though I did a lot of research in 1994… originally for my 1994 Zebra horror paperback The Calling. I thought: why waste all this hard worked for research on just one novel? So I also used it for Egyptian Heart and an erotic short story, The Nameless One, one that Zebra had placed in their 1994 horror anthology Dark Seductions.

The new cover for Egyptian Heart by Dawne Dominique is amazingly beautiful and Kim Richards herself was my editor. Thank you both.

So from a child’s love of ancient Egypt to the finished book, it’s been a long journey and goes to show all you writer’s out there that, yes, persistence does sometimes win out.  And a good book never dies. It just ages like wine in a dark drawer.

I hope you’ll give Egyptian Heart a look and a read. The best way to describe it is through its blurb and so here it is:

Maggie Owen is a beautiful, spirited Egyptologist, but lonely. Even being in Egypt on a grant from the college she teaches at to search for an undiscovered necropolis she’s certain lies below the sands beyond the pyramids of Gizah doesn’t give her the happiness she’d hoped it would.

There’s always been and is something missing. Love.

Then her workmen uncover Ramose Nakh-Min’s ancient tomb and an amulet from his sarcophagus hurls her back to 1340 B.C – where she falls hopelessly in love with the man she was destined to be with, noble Ramose, who faithfully serves the heretic Pharaoh Akhenaton and his queen Nefertiti.

She’s fallen into perilous times with civil war threatening Egypt. She’s been mistaken for one of Ramose’s runaway slaves and with her light hair, jinn green eyes and fair skin she doesn’t fit in. Some say she’s magical and evil. Ramose’s favorite, Makere, tries to kill her.

The people, angry the Pharaoh has set his Queen aside and forced them to worship one god are rising up against him.

Maggie’s caught dangerously in the middle.

In the end, desperately in love, will she find a way to stay alive and with Ramose in ancient Egypt–and to make a difference in his world and history?

Because Maggie has finally found love. ***

Thank you all! Kathryn Meyer Griffith

Eternal Press buy link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437

You Tube Video Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cogCNYKzPqc 


A word about Kathryn Meyer Griffith, August 2011…

Since childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. I began writing novels at 21 and have had fourteen (nine romantic horror, one historical romance and two mysteries) previous novels published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.

I’ve been married to Russell for thirty-three years; have a son, James, and two grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have two quirky cats, Sasha and Cleo, and the four of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die.

Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:

Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure, 1984; Damnation Books, July 2012)

The Heart of the Rose (Leisure, 1985; Eternal Press Author’s Revised Edition out Nov.7, 2010)

Blood Forge (Leisure, 1989; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out February 2012)

Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out July 2011)

The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out October 2010)

Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out April 2011)

The Nameless One (short story in 1993 Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions;

Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out February 2011)

The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition out October 2011)

Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2003)

All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2006)

Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press, 2007; Author’s Revised Edition out again from Eternal Press in August 2011)

Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition out again from Eternal Press in September 2011)

The Ice Bridge (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition out again from Eternal Press in November 2011)

Don’t Look Back, Agnes novella and bonus short story: In This House (2008; ghostly romantic short story out again from Eternal Press in January 2012)

BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons (Out from Damnation Books June 2010)

The Woman in Crimson (Out from Damnation Books September 2010)


Her Websites:

http://www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith (to see all my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer)

http:// www.bebo.com/kathrynmeyerG









E-mail me at rdgriff@htc.net  I love to hear from my readers.









The Story of Vampire Blood by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

The Story of Vampire Blood

Author’s Revised Edition by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

A rerelease of my 1991 Zebra paperback romantic vampire novel

out from www.damantionbooks.com on July 1, 2011


In 1990 or so I’d just got done releasing my first three paperback novels with Leisure Books, a romantic historical (The Heart of the Rose 1985) and two romantic horror books (Evil Stalks the Night, 1984 and Blood Forge, 1989), and because I wasn’t making much money on them, was looking, as most so-called restless young authors were doing, to move up in the publishing industry.

So I wrote snail mail letters to three established authors of the day – Dean Koontz, Stephen King and Peter Straub – asking for a little advice and a little help. What do I do next? I want to be one of the big dogs running in the big races. I want to make the big bucks. Be famous like you. (Ha, ha. I was so naïve in those days!)

Well, Stephen King and Peter Straub never answered my letters but one rainy fall night I got a phone call from Gerda Koontz (Dean Koontz’s wife) and she said Dean had gotten my letter and wanted me to have a name of a brand new agent who I should call or write to and say I was recommended by him. If I thought it strange that Dean Koontz himself wasn’t actually talking to me I was told by Gerda that he was a shy man and had had a particularly hard couple of months because of family problems (I think it had something to do with his father in a nursing home or something, but can’t exactly recall now) and he’d asked her to call me. She often did that for him, as well as helping him with the business side of his writing career. He (through her…and I got the impression that he was actually nearby telling her what to say the whole time) said I had to have an agent (I didn’t have one) and then he gave me the name of an ambitious one, Lori Perkins, just starting out and his advice on what I should do to advance as a writer.

I do remember being incredibly touched that he, a famous busy novelist that I admired – I loved his Twilight Eyes – would take the time to talk to me, even through his wife. They were both so sweet and we talked for nearly an hour all about writing, books and everything.

I took their advice and contacted that agent and she agreed immediately to represent me on my fourth book, Vampire Blood, no doubt, because I said Dean Koontz had recommended her to me. Name dropper! But Vampire Blood was the reason I’d contacted those famous authors in the first place. I thought it was the best book I’d done so far and wanted it to go to (what I thought at the time) would be a better publisher than Leisure Books, which contracted and hog-tied their writers with a horrible ‘potboiler’ one-size-fits-all ten year contract with low advances and 4% royalties. Yes, I got a whole whopping 14 cents a book in those days, but, I must confess, they did print thousands of paperbacks each run and had a huge distribution area.  I thought I could do a lot better. Anyway, Lori Perkins wanted me to send her the book and she did like it and eventually sold it, and then three others zip-zip-zip right after, to Zebra Books (now known more as Kensington Publishing) at 6% royalties and double the advances I was used to getting. They slapped a sexy blond vampire with a low dress on the cover and a hazy theater behind her. Lovely colors. I thought it was an eye-catching cover. I was so happy. I thought I’d made it! Again, so naïve.

Vampire Blood. A little story about a family of vicious killing vampires who settle in a small Florida town called Summer Haven and end up buying and fixing up an old theater palace to run, and pluck their victims from, and a divorced, down-on-her-luck ex-novelist and her hard luck father, who along with friends, help thwart them.

Now to how and why I wrote it.

My husband and I lived in this small Illinois town, Cahokia, at the time and there was the neatest little hole-in-the-wall theater in a nearby shopping center we used to go to all the time…run by a family of a sweet man, Terry, and his wife, Ann, and sometimes their three children, two teenage boys and a girl named Irene.  Such a friendly, but odd couple. The run-down theater was their whole world it seemed. The kids helped take in the tickets, pop the popcorn and sell the candy snacks.

Now the minute Terry and Ann found out, in one of our earliest conversations, that I was a published novelist they were my greatest fans. Terry went right out and bought all three of my books and they all read them. Terry always thought they’d make great movies. Next time my husband and I went to the little theater Terry and Ann greeted us like old friends, so delighted to see us, and refused to take a dime from us for anything. We got in free whenever we went from then on. Now in those days my husband, my son, James, and I were pretty broke. I worked as a graphic designer at a big brokerage firm in downtown St. Louis (across the Poplar Bridge from our Illinois town) but my husband was in between jobs. We lived on a shoestring. Hard times. So I always was so tickled that we could get into the local movies for free. We went a lot, too, as we loved movies, especially science fiction and horror films.

One night I was watching Terry and Ann and their joy in running that little theater, with the kids bustling around doing their jobs, and I got the idea for Vampire Blood. Just like that! Use them and the theater as a backdrop for a vampire novel. Hey, wouldn’t it be neat, I off-handedly mentioned to Terry one night, if I wrote a book about a family of vampires that was trying to pass as a real human family, the man and woman wanting so badly to fit in and lead a normal life for a while, renovating and then running a theater together…but the kids are wild and, as kids always do, make trouble for them in the town…killing people? Terry loved the idea and I asked him if it’d be all right to use him and his family as a template for the vampires. He was thrilled to be part of anything to do with my books and said yes. So…I wrote this book about them (sort of), the theater (making it much grander than it was, of course), a small town terrorized by cruel, powerful vampires who can change into wolves at will….and a saddened lonely woman, her brother, and her ex-husband (who she still loves and ultimately ends up with again after he saves her life) who finds herself again, but loses a lot, as well, fighting these vampires. Vampires she doesn’t believe in at first.

I was very happy with the book when it was done and dedicated it to Terry and Ann when it came out in 1991. Terry and Ann were thrilled, too.

So Vampire Blood came out and did very well for me, second only to my Zebra 1993 Witches. As the years went by it went out of print and when, twenty years later, Kim Richards at Damnation Books contracted my 13th and 14th novels, BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons and The Woman in Crimson, she asked if I’d like to rerelease (with new covers and rewritten, of course) my 7 out-of-print Leisure and Zebra paperbacks – and I said a resounding yes!

So…here it is…Vampire Blood…twenty years later, alive again and better, I believe,  than the original because my writing then was done on an electric typewriter, with gobs of White-Out and carbon paper (I couldn’t afford copies), using snail mail; all of which didn’t lend itself to much rewriting. And in those days, editors told an author what to change and then the writer only saw the manuscript once to final proof it. Who knew what those sneaky editors were slipping in inbetween and before the final book was in an author’s greedy little hands. Hey, and I was working full time, raising a son, living a life and caring for my big extended family in one way or another, too. Busy, exciting, loving, happy and sad times.

For this new version, Damnation Book’s cover artist Dawné Dominique made me an astonishingly intriguing cover of a lovely vampire (Irene the youngest vampire who turns out to be the most brutal and ancient in the end)…but, thank goodness, without the low sexy top. And my DB editor, April Duncan, helped me make it a better novel.

A lot has happened to me and my family in these twenty years, as well. Both my parents, and my beloved maternal grandmother, the storyteller of her generation, have since passed away. Many people we used to know have. Old boyfriends, old friends and relatives. I miss them all! I no longer have that agent; she went on to bigger advances and bigger writers.  I lost my good job at the brokerage firm, bumped around in lesser jobs for years, always writing in my spare time, and now, at long last, write full time while my husband works way too hard in a machine shop to support us.

Rewriting the book brought back so many good memories…and tears over those no longer here. The theater closed sixteen years ago, the owner believing it’d served its purpose and used up its time. Terry and Ann, heartbroken, were never the same. They had other jobs, none they truly cared about.  Ann is still with us, but Terry died a few years ago, I heard from someone. We lost contact once they stopped running the theater and we moved from Cahokia to a nicer town miles away.

But I’ll never forget those early days and the stories that came with them. Days of high hopes and far distance future dreams…some of which have come true and some which haven’t. I’ve never made the big bucks, never gotten truly famous, but now, at long last and to my great delight, all twelve of my older books, from Leisure, Zebra, and The Wild Rose Press are being rewritten and reissued from Damnation Books and Eternal Press between June 2010 and July 2012. Better than ever after I’d rewritten them. I have plans to write more books and short stories, too, when they’re done. Most importantly, I’m living a good life with a husband I adore and brothers and sisters I love. Writing the stories I was born to write and happy I am. I have my memories. All in all, I’m a lucky, lucky woman.

So, all you writers out there…never give up and never stop writing!

Thank you!


Kathryn Meyer Griffith has been writing for nearly forty years and has published 14 novels and 7 short stories since 1984 with Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press in the horror, romantic paranormal, suspense and murder mystery genres… and all 12 of her old books, see below, (and two new ones) are being brought out again between June 2010 and July 2012 from DAMNATION BOOKS www.damnationbooks.com and ETERNAL PRESS www.eternalpress.biz again in print – and all in  e-books for the first time ever! Learn more about her at www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith or  www.bebo.com/kathrynmeyergriffith or  www.authorsden.com/kathrynmeyergriffith or www.bebo.com/kathrynmeyergriffith and http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1019954486 .


Here’s a list of all my published novels and short stories:

Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure,1984; Damnation Books, July 2012)

The Heart of the Rose (Leisure,1985)

Blood Forge (Leisure,1989; Damnation Books, February 2012)

Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation Books, July 2011)

The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992; Damnation Books, October 2010)

Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books, April 2011)

The Nameless One (short story in 1993 Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions;

Damnation Books, February 2011)

The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation Books, October 2011)

Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2003)

All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2006)

Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press, 2007…out again from Eternal Press in

August 2011)

Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press, 2008…out again from Eternal Press in

September 2011)

The Ice Bridge (The Wild Rose Press, 2008…out again from Eternal Press in November 2011)

Don’t Look Back short story (2008…out again from Eternal Press in 2011)

In This House (short story 2008…out again from Eternal Press in 2011)

BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons (2010)

The Woman in Crimson (2010) ***


Welcome to Nancy J. Gaffney

Hi and welcome to my blog, Nancy J Gaffney. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  So tell us a little about yourself.

Thanks for having me! *accepts beverage from the uber-sexy lads, complimenting Raine on her talent for selecting the most ‘talented’ lads for the job* Love the establishment!


Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?

I am very proud to say that I’m an Eternal Press author. Both my books, Prey for Closure and Another Way were accepted by the amazing Candace Clayton (the Senior Acquisitions Editor) and facilitated into print-hood by the very talented Kim Richards (CEO Eternal Press/Damnation Books).

I’m kind of an ‘inter-category traveler’ as far as genres go. I like to ‘visit’, ‘get to know the locals’, ‘send out a few postcards’ and then ‘tell my tales of adventure’ once I return home. All of which are nothing but euphemisms for me saying that I love to write in every genre; my characters are ‘the locals’, my postcards are my notes (about whatever story I’m working on) and when I tell my tales, that’s the story that I write.

 For example, Prey for Closure is an urban-fantasy paranormal noir and Another Way is a grand-scale sci-fi adventure story with romantic elements. I’m also working on Regency historical and a contemporary romance.

Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

Another Way hits the shelves this Saturday, May 7th, 2011 – I’m so stoked! It’s a fab, fun, intricate, complete, 608 page-turner that features space battles, inter-personal conflicts, internal justifications and balances the life of one person against the value of the whole.

 The inspiration stemmed from a mental image I had in my mind… I pictured a woman mentally – and physically – challenging her opponent as she said, “… over my dead body.”

 That got me thinking… We, as a society, have such a propensity for exaggeration. We use phrases like, ‘I could just kill that person for…”, “I drove, like, a million miles today…”, and “There’s nothing I would give to be able to do that…” all the time, but we really don’t mean what we say. I thought: what would it take for someone to really mean exactly what they said? Hence how the plot of Another Way came about. What would have to happen to someone where the ultimate showdown involved the declarative sentence: Over my dead body.

 When you read the pages that detail that confrontation, you truly believe that Shannen Everett (the hero of Another Way) means what she says.

Q: Who are some of your favorite characters from your books? The hardest to write? The easiest?

 Hmmm… That’s a really great question! I’d have to say that the hardest character for me to write are the ones that possess the most basic of motivations. Someone who just does that they do because that’s what they do – those characters enable my lazy side. The characters that really engage me, the ones that always seem to have just one more layer to them – even when I thought they had told me all about themselves – are the ones that are the easiest for me to write.

For example, in Prey for Closure, Sam (the antagonist) is a deeply disturbed individual; he believes the world owes him because the world was so cruel to him – hence his perceived license to do what he wants when he wants. His voice came to me so clearly that I wrote an entire chapter (devoted entirely to him) in less than two hours. When I did surface (afterwards), I felt an… I guess that the closest thing I could call it, Raine, was an emotional hang-over: my head hurt, my body ached, and as darkly enthralled as I had been with Sam, the last thing I wanted to do was delve back into his view of the world. But, I have to admit, Sam’s identity rings true throughout the book, and not in that one chapter.

 In Another Way, the most challenging character to write was the male protagonist. Jason Carrack gives the impression of being an officer and a gentleman, but he’s far from perfect. I found myself time and again discovering that.


Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them/she/it/he back to the drawing board?

Music – definitely music. I’m a hard-core fan of 80’s music, 90’s pop music, and angry-female-empowerment music. Not the male-bashing music, but the kind of music that makes you sing out loud and cheer – internally or externally – to the lyrics. P!nk, Kelly Clarkson, Lita Ford, Joan Jett, Melissa Ethridge, Cher, and a multitude of others fill my playlists.

My second method of reaching out to my muse is to challenge her sense of pride! I’ll watch a movie or read a book and slyly smirk at her as I say, “Bet you could write that (scene, moment, plot) better.” That almost ALWAYS works!


Q: Is there a genre you haven’t tried yet but plan to in the future?

I would love to tackle a ménage story – but not because ménages are ‘hot’ right now. No, the reason why I’d like to try my hand at such a story is because there’s so much opportunity to write a deep, character-rich, story that can really reach out to some aspect of everyone’s life. But, you have to be very careful when crafting such a story; if you’re lazy, it comes off cheap and tawdry, if you over-due it, you lose the heart of your characters and your story. To find that delicate balance would truly create something special. I’m not sure if I’ve developed enough skills to do a story like that proper justice.


Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list?

  1. I would make love with someone special
  2. I would tell myself that mistakes are just mistakes and not to carry them with me when the world ends
  3. To face Fate with calmness


Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?

The ‘bad girl’ in me says: stay put, polish up my seduction skills, learn to like sea urchin and sea weed soup, send out stories to publishers, and make sure that the handsome man had a vasectomy (and screened for STDs) prior to our stranding!

The ‘good girl’ in me says: e-mail for help, bide my time until rescue, and appreciate my impromptu vacation.


Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?

Honestly? It’s an image. A moment. From one of those two things, I create deconstruct the story so that what I see/saw in my head comes to fruition. With Prey for Closure, Ellie (short for Elvira – hey, not every heroine is going to born with a porn-star-esque name!) has a line of dialogue: You’re the bad thing I can’t let happen to innocent people. The result was the story, which culminated into her delivering that line.


Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters?

Talk about tapping into my inner-most dreams!

Benedict Cumberbatch (from Sherlock) is the spitting-image of Sam, from Prey for Closure. Ellie is a little tougher to pin-down. I’d have to say that Shannen Doherty would be a good look-alike…

Another Way?  Cobie Smoulders would – loosely – fit as Shannen Everett; she’d have to be really bring her fierceness and protectiveness, though. Jason Carrack… his part could be played by David Boreanaz.

I DO know who I’d want to collaborate on the screen play and direct the movies: Kevin Smith. That man is made out of AWESOME!


Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?

I’m really hoping to craft a sequel to Prey for Closure and have that finished by the end of the summer. Also, I really would like to finish my Regency historical. It’s a VERY cool take on what could have happened during Napoleon’s Hundred Days. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

 Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

 Watch Out: She’s Unpredictable. I have this *tiny* flaw in my personality where I don’t *always* say what I’m supposed to say or do what I’m *supposed* to do!

 Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?

 My stories are all about fun, fabulous, and flawed females. I’m not talking about someone who can’t hold her liquor or talks too fast or is a bad driver. I’m talking about women who fight because that’s what they do, even when they shouldn’t. I’m talking about women who make the same mistake again because there’s something inside them that feels the need to be punished for some wrong that they themselves can’t recognize.

I love to celebrate women – and men – because women (and men) are worthy of celebrating. We fight, we struggle, we win, we lose, we step in the same sh*t time and again because that’s what we do. I can’t think of a richer pool from which to draw storylines, inspiration and introspection.  

 Q: Where can we find you on the web?

 I LOVE to hear from those who like to read, like to write or just like to ‘like’.

 I can be found at Eternal Press, Bunch of Grapes bookstore, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and my own website, www.valkyrieromance.com

Raine, thank you so much for having me! I truly enjoyed you and myself!

Blurb for Prey for Closure:
 Buy at Eternal Press HERE

Just my luck. The one time I pick up the phone without checking the caller ID is the one time I can’t say ‘no’ to doing a job. Sam, a man I used to love, is up to his usual tricks. Let’s just say that he’s the kind of guy who takes the phrases, ‘I never want you to leave me’ and ‘I want to stay with you forever’ a little too literally. But Debbie, his girlfriend, needs my help to make their separation permanent and I just so happen to owe her a favor. Oh well. So be it. Sam would’ve showed up on what passes for a work-order from Big Mike and Rafe one of these days.

The question isn’t whether or not I can kill a guy I used to love.

The real question has everything to do with whether or not I can kill Sam before I fall in love with him all over again.

Blurb for Another Way:
 Buy at Eternal Press HERE

A thousand years ago, in the name of ‘the greater good’, a great betrayal occurred.

In the name of righteous retribution and justifiable genocide, a peaceful planet is attacked. A civilization a thousand years in the re-building is razed. An idyllic society, steeped in music, literature, and civic duty, is forced to flee the only home they’ve ever known.

 In middle of the struggle for survival, Shannen ‘Keeper’ Everett, Jason ‘Preacher’ Carrack and Colonel Robert Preyar must find a way to stay alive and thwart enemies no one ever knew existed.

 The battle for life as they knew it is on.