"NEW" Limerence cover reveal & the start of horror month!

Hi everyone,

so, today is the start of 'Horror / thriller month' and I'm going to kick it off with the new cover reveal and blurb for Limerence. 
 
I hope that you love it as much as I do. I truly believe that it encompasses everything that the story represents. From yearning desire, to burning love, and twisted revenge, and I think that anyone that has read the story will understand the image.
For anyone who hasn't, well, I hope that it makes you want to read it now!
I'd love to know what you all think please.  
Thanks again for all of your encouragement, and as always...
 
happy reading
 
Claire ♥

Wait, what's that? You want something else for the start of horror month? Okay then, how about a sneak peak of Limerence II: Mia?
Thought you'd like that.
Enjoy...

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Limerence II: Mia. (coming January 2014)

 Sneak Peak.


The dining room is quiet at this time of the day. It is neither lunch nor teatime,
however there is always food prepared. I take my glass from the stand and
move along the counter until I reach Donny, the chef here. He smiles warmly at me.

“Mia, how are you today?”

“I’m good, hungry.” I mirror his smile as I look at the selection of food available.

“Of course, aren’t you always. What would you like? Something sweet? Something
spicy perhaps?” He licks his lips greedily and rubs his hands together. Donny is
always hungry, though he should have learnt to control his thirst by now. He is far
older than Evan and I, and even older than most of the other vampires around here.
His eyes gleam at me. I don’t know how he does this every day; the smell alone would
drive me mad, but he seems to relish in it. Perhaps his pleasure to it is because of his constant overindulgence. 

“Sweet please, Donny,” I say and hand him my glass.

He turns to the selection of humans behind him, and reaching for a youngish man he
pulls the seal from his wrist and holds it over my glass. The man’s eyes are glassy and hollow. He stares at nothing.

My stomach grumbles as the glass fills, and I urge him to hurry.  My fangs unsheathe in expectancy. 

Down boys, not this time.

Donny reseals the wound and turns back to me with my now full glass of sweet 
negative B.

“Thanks.” I smile wider this time and hurry to a table by the window. I want to sit
and enjoy the sun on my face whilst I drink. It’s cold out, but the sun still rises each
day in retaliation of the coming winter.

The first taste is always the best. That first millisecond when the blood touches
your taste buds is as if every one of my senses are being caressed by the hand
of God. Every stroke, every touch, awakens my very soul, devouring my body
from the inside out. Though without doubt, not by God.

I stare at my glass for a moment, watching the gentle waves of red caress the sides
of the thin glass; almost teasing myself, and then bring it to my lips. The smell makes
my face flush, like an ocean breeze, the wave caresses my skin. I lift it to my lips, tipping
it a fraction until the blood drips, in what seems like slow motion, on to the tip of my tongue. The fire ignites instantaneously within me upon that one drop, my eyes blurring upon the heady satisfaction and I tip it further and swallow the full glass down eagerly.
I can’t stop the moan of pleasure that leaves me. It’s warm and magnificent, and
when I’m finished I pick up my glass and go back over to Donny with a grin. 
 
“Melon?”I ask, tipping my head to one side.

“Ha ha, yes, melon. How do you do it? You always get it right,” he laughs
and claps his hands together. Mad Donny is what the others call him. Mad for his
crazy concoctions or mad for how he had been in his human life I will probably
never know.
          
“Not always,” I laugh back and hand him my glass.

“When? When did you not guess correctly?” 
             
I think for a moment, letting my mind go back several weeks. “The pizza. I didn’t
recognise the pizza.” Yes, I’ve already started to forget the taste of some things,
pizza being one of them.

“That’s true, though no one guessed correctly that day. It was hard to get the flavour
 of pizza into their blood.” He smiles again. “More?”
            
I look at the man sat in the chair. His skin is still full of colour, his lips plump, but it’s
his eyes that give it away. The faraway look in his eyes.  As if he’s already dead. Maybe
he is, it’s just his body hasn’t given up on him yet. It’s sad really. A sad, pathetic end to what was once, more than likely, a very happy life.

I nod with a wide smile. “Yes please. This one tastes good; I’ll have the melon again.”

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