Book Tour for A Hunter's Angel by Cera Dubois (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)

Fans of the paranormal have another book to add to their list of must-reads with A Hunter's Angel by Cera Dubois.  Today you'll be getting a glimpse into this book as well as another installment in The Vampire Encounters where we get to know the vampires from Cera's A Hunter's Angel.  So let's get to know these sexy vampires....

Thank you so much for having me today.

I’d like to share the seventh installment of my series of short stories, entitled The Vampire Encounters. As I hop around the internet these next few weeks, I’ll be sharing a part of each story. The story has four parts, with each part broken into two—except the last, it’s broken up into three sections. So, come follow me, as I interview (Ann Rice style) the four vampires from A Hunter’s Angel...

Although all of them could be read separately, if you would like to read them all I will also be putting them on my website. Or, if you’d like to follow along, go to http://ceradubois.wordpress.com/a-hunters-angel-the-book-tour/ for the link to the other parts.

The Vampire Encounters

PART 4—Vivian (van Dyke) Pomeroy

Two days after meeting Master Pomeroy, I set up a meeting with his wife in the same office building. Only this time I had one request—we meet during the day.  A week of nightmares and sleepless nights was dragging me down.

She knocked lightly on the door, and I opened it. And was struck stupid—again. Vivian van Dyke Pomeroy was supermodel beautiful. Tall and curvy in her dark blue leather, skin tight cat suit, with long blonde hair and blue eyes that, like Ian’s, glowed with an inter light. Neither the Bond girls nor Cat Woman had anything on her. Despite her femininity, I wouldn’t want to be a bad guy caught in her sights.

She held out a hand and smiled. “Ms duBois, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Her slightly accented voice was beautiful, like silver bells at Christmas time. I shook her hand and returned her smile. “Same here.”

She sat on the couch, and I took my seat behind the desk. After I relaxed enough and we got the meaningless chitchat out of the way, I turned my recorder on and sat forward. “When I spoke to Grace, she mentioned that your mortal life was—ah—not glamorous.”

“You could say that.” She laughed and crossed her long legs. Then she sobered. “I was born in 1464 in Amsterdam to a poor family. My father was a rat catcher, which is probably how he contracted Yersinia pestis.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

A soft pink colored her checks. “Sorry, sometimes the scientist in me gets in my way. Y.  pestis is the bacterium that caused the bubonic plague, the Black Death in Europe. My mother died two days after my father and my younger brother and sister followed them to the grave. Why and how I was spared is anyone’s guess.”

“How old were you?”

“Twelve.” She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “I was living on scrapes for months until I was indentured to a tavern owner. I soon discovered serving ale and mutton wasn’t all he had in mind for me. The Anchor Head was one of many such places near the harbor. Our clientele were men of all ages and walks of life, but all of them had two things on their minds when they entered a tavern after months and months at sea—ale and sex. For the six years I was indentured, my room was never my own.” She flashed me a smile. Obviously, she’d long ago come to peace with what her occupation had been. “I was a tavern wench. A prostitute. Until the day, I took a mysterious man to my room and woke up two days later a vampire.”

“How awful.”

She shrugged. “What was awful was the bloodlust. I never liked the killing. But becoming a vampire was the best thing that ever happened to me. The master who turned me took me from the tavern. I met Maria Lombardi, and she taught me to read and write, but not just Dutch. I learned thirty languages under her tutorship. She made me a lady. I hated turning Ian, but he and I became best friends over time. Then I met Lucas.”

The smile spreading over her angelic face lit her up from the inside. “With him, I not only found love and a way to live without killing, he gave me a purpose, and I continued my education. To date, I hold fifteen doctorates and...” she paused as if counting in her head. “Something like ten other degrees. Of course, some of them are repeats. I redo the science and engineering degrees about every ten years or so just to stay on top of how fast things change.”

My mouth hung open, but I didn’t care. The woman was flabbergasting. “Grace said you liked science. I had no idea you liked it that much.”

“Oh, yes. I own a biomedical engineering firm where I’m the chief researcher when I’m not hunting down bad vamps and the occasional werewolf.” She grinned and her eyes flashed as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again. The movements as graceful as a ballerina. “I’ve been working on cures for several diseases.”

She pursed her lips and looked down at her hands. “But my physical age is my biggest problem. Because I was only eighteen when I was turned, I can’t stay with something for too long before the humans I work with get suspicious of my youthfulness. Having Lucas as my husband helps because physically he’s thirty-nine, and people are more inclined to think we are closer in age than we are. Plus, I don’t act like the typical Generation Zer. And every once in a while I mention Botox and my friend, who’s a great plastic surgeon. ” She winked, and I laughed. “But that too only works so long.”

 

“Tell me about you and Lucas. What was it like in the beginning?” Heat crept into my cheeks. I wanted to hear about their romance, but wasn’t sure how to ask. “I mean he was a monk at one time and you were…well…”

Crap, I’m a damned romance writer. I write hot sex, but couldn’t ask a simple question about their love life.

She saved me from myself by saying, “Why don’t I make this easy on you? I’ll simply tell you about Lucas’ and my mate bond. Then you can write it anyway you’d like.”

I released a breath and a weight was lifted off my shoulders. “Okay.”

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To find out more about A Hunter’s Angel check out my website (http://ceradubois.wordpress.com/a-hunters-angel-the-book-tour/) for a schedule of my blog stops during the book tour. I will be presenting a series of short stories called The Vampire Encounters. Follow me as I interview Ian McHenry, Master Vampire Lucas Pomeroy, Vivian van Dyke Pomeroy, and have a scary run-in with Shane Chamberlain. Hope to see you along the way.

A Hunter's Angel by Cera Dubois

The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart.

Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness.

But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…

EXCERPT:

“I’m in love with the man inside the vampire.” Grace moved her hand to thread through his silky hair. When she rested the other over his heart, a soft sigh escaped his lips. Underneath her palm, the slow beat was barely noticeable.

His thumb grazed her cheekbone and slowly trailed down to the hollow of her throat. Her breathing quickened at the zinging anticipation as he caressed the pulse point where he’d claimed to have taken blood from her. He glanced at the spot with eyes as haunted as he sounded. “I’m not a man.”

“But you were once.”

He met her gaze again. “Yes, once.”

His fingers lingered over her pulse. Her heart raced under his touch. She tilted her neck as if his touch awakened some base instinct to offer the sacrifice. “Do you still want my blood?”

Ian stepped away and locked his wide-eyed gaze onto hers. At last, he rasped, “No, I don’t want your blood. Oh, God, I still crave it. You have the sweetest I’ve ever had, but I will never hurt you again.”

She didn’t know what possessed her to do so, but she whispered, “You can take...some of it.”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he acidly said, “No, Grace. I can never taste your blood again. It would kill you.”

Fear of what she’d wanted him to do tumbled through her. She stepped away, and for a moment, she considered telling him to leave. How did she know any of this was real? She couldn’t imagine she’d ever freely offer a vampire her blood. Did she really believe him? He was sucking her into his insanity. But if this was true and he could make people do things against their will, maybe he could control her feelings.

“Maybe I should go?” Ian backed away another step and headed toward the counter where he’d left his dagger. He turned back to her with the sheath in his hand. Her heart shattered with the knowledge that, if he walked out the front door, she’d never see him again. “Goodbye, my sweet angel.”

His jagged murmur ripped at her soul as his eyes took on a blazing intensity and snared hers. She felt a pressure in her mind, and she knew what he intended to do. He wanted to erase her memories of him.

No!

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AUTHOR BIO:

Cera duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams…

Although Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English class. Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War.  Becoming an author was her ultimate dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary. A mother of a teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the paranormal. She also writes contemporary Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.

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**********GIVEAWAY**********

Please leave a comment and your email address to be eligible. (Sorry, only USA and Canada residents are eligible for any prize that needs to be mailed. Non-residents and residents of USA are eligible for free PDF copy.)

*One Lucky Poster will win either a custom-made pair of angel wing earrings, charm bracelet, or necklace (check out my website for photos).

*Two others will get a PDF copy of Bloodwine. (for info on this short story check out my website)

*1st Stalker Prize: Every Poster will be entered into a drawing for a chance at a $5 gift certificate from The Wild Rose Press (four to be given away)—drawing to happen on September 1.

*2nd Stalker Prize: Every Poster will also be entered into a drawing of a $25 gift card from either Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice)—drawing to happen on September 1.

*Go HERE for a complete list of other blogs hosting this tour.