Monday, 30 December 2013

Blog Tour - Born In Blood by Alexandra Ivy

 Something special for you today! A story hunt! Just read all the excerpts and answer the questions in the giveaway for the chance to win some awesome prizes! All the blog stops and story parts will be announced by Alexandra Ivy and can be found at the link at the bottom of the page. So get reading and get winning!

By Alexandra Ivy
Part Four
She hunched a shoulder, deeply regretting her brown hair that was pulled in a ponytail and the predictable dark eyes that came with her Italian heritage.   She wasn’t ugly.  She was...plain.  Ordinary.  Just once she wished she could be the sort of woman that made a man like Anton look at her as if she were more than an unwelcome intruder.

“Only a place that has something to hide goes to such insane efforts to keep people out,” she accused, trying to remind herself why she was there.
This was all about Charlie.
Wasn’t it?
“We have nothing to hide, but a great deal to protect,” he countered, his gaze skimming down to land on her mouth, lingering there as if he was considering what it would feel like to kiss her.  She shivered.  Yes, please.  His fingers moved to stroke over her heated cheek.  “It’s amazing how many norms assume we’re savage mutants who are a threat to the world.”

Her mouth went dry.  She’d been desperately aware of Anton since he’d arrived on her doorstep.  Now she struggled not to make an idiot of herself.

No throwing yourself at the sumptuous, edible male...

“I don’t think you’re a threat to the world,” she muttered.

His thumb traced her bottom lip.  “But you don’t trust us.”

“You have my brother.”

“We don’t have him,” he protested, his voice oddly absent.  As if his thoughts were distracted.  “Charlie came here of his own free will, as you well know.”

He wasn’t the only one distracted.  Jayne struggled to breathe as he explored her face with the tips of his fingers. 

What was he doing?  Was it a high-blood thing? 

She tried to pretend the light caress wasn’t sending tingles of arousal pulsing through her body.

“It’s true he agreed to come to Valhalla.”  Jayne was forced to halt and clear her throat.  “But that doesn’t mean he’s happy here.”
The Sentinels, Book #1

Publisher:  Zebra

Publication Date:  December 31, 2013


In a stunning new series, Alexandra Ivy lures readers into the dark, seductive world of the Sentinels—humans outcast by their hidden abilities, treading the line between life and death, good and evil, pleasure and pain. . .

In The Heart Of Darkness 
Sergeant Duncan O'Conner has seen it all before. Beautiful erotic dancer, murdered at home, no suspect, no motive. But there's one clue: she's missing her heart. It's enough to make the hard-bitten Kansas City cop enlist the help of a necro--one of the dead-channelling freaks who live in the domed city of nearby Valhalla. It's a long shot, but desperate crimes call for desparate measures.

Lies The Kiss Of Death

Unlike the other "high-bloods" in Valhalla, Callie Brown considers her abilities a gift, not a curse. But when she reads the dancer's final thoughts, she senses a powerful presence blocking her vision. This is no ordinary homicide. This is the work of a legendary necromancer who controls souls. A ravenous force that will put Callie's skills to the test, O'Conner's career at risk, and both their hearts on the line. . .literally. 

AVAILABLE 12/31/14

 Author Bio

Alexandra Ivy is the New York Times bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity series, the Immortal Rogues series and the Sentinels.

 Alexandra graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons.

Monday, 23 December 2013

Book Blitz - Cast In Blood by Michelle Rabe

It's a day for vampires today!
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To the outside world, Morgan Blackstone is an eccentric business woman. But, inside her chest beats the undead heart of a 21st century vampire. Behind the doors of her nightclub, The Dracul, Morgan rules with an iron fist in a velvet glove. After a long night of wrangling unruly supernatural customers, she is looking forward to some peace… but unbeknownst to her, there are other vampires who are conspiring against her. Just before dawn, in the deserted parking lot, she comes face-to-face with two old adversaries, one of which she had last seen being sealed in a tomb, 400 years before. Overpowered by her attackers, Morgan wakes inside the lab of an unscrupulous doctor. Held against her will, subjected to experiments, she soon realizes that something has begun to burn within her veins… Something that she knows will kill her.


  The Assassin’s voice boomed through the closed double doors to the study for the fifth time since he’d entered the room with Morgan’s Blood Sons, almost five hours before. Marcus cringed as the doors were flung open, and Nicholas strode out, rage radiating from every inch of his six–foot, four–inch frame. Storm–gray eyes landed on Marcus, narrowed to slits, and he stalked past, commanding him to follow with an imperious wave of his right hand. Not wanting to piss the Assassin off more, Marcus bit back a snide comment, and followed him up the sweeping staircase to the mansion’s upper floors.  
“Damn it all to hell, Old Man!” Nicholas roared as he began pacing the landing at the top of the stairs. He wanted Marcus to throw himself against his temper to take the edge off.   Ye Gods, Marcus thought, we’ve done this more times than I’d care to count in the centuries we’ve known one another, but this is different. Well, something other than the fact that we’ve barely spoken a civil word to one another in almost two hundred years.  
“I take it the boys couldn’t add anything to what we already knew. In spite of the almost five hour interrogation?” Marcus asked, fighting to rein in his own temper, leaning against the banister at the top of the stairs.  
“Five hours?” Nicholas stopped moving. He turned to Marcus, meeting his eyes. The other vampire nodded. “It was really that long?”  
“Yes. What’s next, Assassin?” Marcus asked, letting some of the frustration he felt give his voice a hard edge. The last thing they needed right now was for Nicholas to go soft.  
“We can’t do anything before the sun sets,” he said, after giving Marcus a long, appraising look.   He’s assessed my well–being and decided I’m not fit for the field. I’ve seen that look too many times before and know better than to argue with him, Marcus thought, trying to work out a logical counter argument.
  “I haven’t slept.” Nicholas sighed. “You look like death warmed over and those two are rattled.” He nodded toward the room where he’d left the younger vampires.  
“Fine.” Marcus nodded. “I took the liberty of having my staff get us some SUVs. If Morgan’s alive, she’s going to need fresh blood. We’re going to need the extra room.” Marcus was almost certain that he didn’t have to mention that, but the desperate look in Nicholas’s eyes led him to believe that there was no such thing as being too careful in this situation.  
“She has to be alive, Marcus.”  
“We’ll find her.” Marcus answered, feeling like an ass for lying. We both know that the odds suck. This could be nothing more than trying to find her body. Gods, whoever did this is going to pay.  
“I have a very bad feeling about this,” the Assassin muttered, looking through Marcus. Nicholas’s mind was turning over what he knew, making connections and searching for others.
  “How so?” Marcus asked, prompting Nicholas to think aloud, knowing it helped him make connections he otherwise missed, and it gave Marcus the opportunity to make a few as well.   “The security footage Danny sent over from the club’s parking lot shows Morgan and her attackers, but never their faces.”
  “The club has cameras outside?”  
“Apparently one of the human staff had some trouble right after the club opened. Morgan had them installed after that.”  
“They could have scoped out the cameras. Not too difficult when you know what to look for,” Marcus muttered, his brows drawn together. “Why didn’t anyone see her being attacked, if it was caught on camera? Why are we just learning about this now? Just because she somehow jacked my mind and knocked me flat on my ever–loving ass.” Marcus’s words sped up as he continued, agitation given voice.
  “The footage is stored on massive hard drives but not reviewed unless an incident is reported. Since no one reported her disappearance...” Nicholas’s voice trailed off.   “I have a feeling Morgan will be revising that policy when she returns.”  
“If she returns.”
Meet the Author
Michelle April 2012-17
A lifelong California girl, Michelle Rabe tried the Hollywood thing but decided she preferred an author’s den to the actor’s trailer. She now lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains with her unhelpful author cat. If you can’t find her in a cemetery with her camera you can find her online at:
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Blog Tour - Because The Night by Kristen Strassel

Rock and roll vampires. Gotta love it!


Author: Kristen Strassel

Series: Night Song’s Collection Series (#1)

Genre: NA Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Foreword Literary

Release Date: Nov 5 2013

Edition/Formats It Will Be Available In: eBook & Print


Immortal Dilemma is the hottest band in the Las Vegas vampire rock scene. They draw insatiable fans from around the globe, thanks to a supernatural attraction called Bloodlust. Tristan craved such an opportunity to fill his empty mortal life, and now he has eternity to earn his place along the legends of rock n roll debauchery.

Callie always feared that Tristan’s excesses would get him into trouble, but she never thought they’d lead him to immortality. To reconnect with him, she must weave her way through a world not only she had no idea existed, but does not welcome her.

Blade turned down a spot in Immortal Dilemma after learning what he must sacrifice for that lifestyle. He finds Callie a refreshing change from the girls in the vampire rock scene. When Callie drags Blade back into the world of Immortal Dilemma, his resistance drives her into the waiting arms of Tristan, who shows her the true meaning of Bloodlust.

But the very things that Callie fights so hard to save are the very things that fight to destroy her.


Instead of bringing us out to seats in the audience, Tony led us to the side of the stage to a spot just behind the curtain, feet away from Tristan.  When he spotted me, he winked at me like we shared a private joke, and continued with his performance.  I sucked in my breath and held on for the ride.

Being so close to the band as they put on their show was much more intimate than the first time we saw them. The heat of the flash pots made the faces of the background dancers glow.  We moved out of the way as the roadies scrambled to change instruments for the band.  I strained my eyes to read all the notes plastered on the stage.  I peeked around the curtain every so often to get a look at the crowd, who were completely enthralled with everything the band did.

But mostly, I just watched Tristan.  Tonight he wore his signature black leather pants, which clung dangerously low below his hipbones.  They ended in black combat boots that were casually untied.  He topped the outfit off with a black T shirt adorned with an intricate white pattern that clung like a second skin.  His eyes were heavily rimmed with black liner and his hair hung in his face, down on his chest and back.  It swung around him as he roamed all over the stage.  His fingers moved over his guitar seductively, teasing it, bringing it to the brink of hysteria then coaxing it back down to a purr.  Almost as if he was making love to it.

The thought made me flush all over.  I could hardly bear to watch him, but I couldn’t look away.

Tristan walked off the stage before I was ready to stop watching him.  He came right to me.

“Look who’s my date tonight,” his eyes moved down my body.

“You have a date tonight?” I glanced behind me before it hit me. He meant me.

“Yes,” he reached out and put his hands on my hips.  Even after running around on stage under those bright lights for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat. His stage makeup was still perfect.   He leaned in so he could speak close to my ear.  “And she looks fabulous in her little black dress.”

“Thanks,” I managed, but it didn’t seem like enough, looking up at Tristan, with his eyes just inches from mine.  We might as well have been in another universe. The music on the stage had resumed.  “Don’t you have to go back out on stage?”

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine.  “It’s just his solo.  And truthfully, Callie, the show will start again whenever I decide to go back out there.  They can wait.”

“Oh.” I gulped so hard it hurt.  What was he going to do?

“But I am going to go back out there, just for a few minutes.  I want this part of the night to be over so I can spend the rest of the evening with my date.”  He leaned in, kissing me chastely on the lips, like we had just done this yesterday, like he hadn’t ever walked out of my life, and then turned to walk back out on stage.   My legs felt like jelly.  I wrapped my arms around my midsection and half leaned, half fell against the equipment case next to me.  Every time I looked at him, I slipped in deeper over my head.

Keisha brought me back to this realm by whacking my arm.  “Girl. That was hot.”

Author Bio

Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross.  She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are.  She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author.  She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house.  Kristen is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.

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Monday, 16 December 2013

Blog Tour - The Shepherd by T W Luedke

Interview, giveaway and excerpt for an interesting novel. Check it!




Genre: YA Paranormal Thriller
Book Length: (236 PAGES)
Publisher: (Travis Luedke)

Skate punks, kleptomaniacs, clairvoyant visions and reincarnation...

...THE SHEPHERD is unlike any other Young Adult novel you have ever read.

Mike Evans here. Sixteen year old skate punk squatting in a white-trash trailer park with my loser drunk Dad. Seems I lost most of my friends when Dad lost our home in foreclosure. Only Anita stuck by me. Worse, I keep having strange clairvoyant visions of things that always come true.

Then I almost ran over Nadia in my Geo. A passing truck finished the job – left a crumpled heap of skin and bone on the road. I fixed her. Me.

Now this fourteen year old girl won’t leave me alone. I sorta let her sneak in my window when she needs a place to crash.

I have a double life: daytime at school, Anita, skating, and then my nights with Nadia. She's my secret friend, gives me money and listens to my problems when nobody else will.

My world is spinning out of control. Old friends have turned enemy, my grisly visions of death won’t quit, and Anita’s intentions make my head spin. Even with all that, I’ve got bigger stuff to worry about.

Nadia’s hiding something.

˃˃˃ "I could not put this book down. All I keep thinking about is what could possibly happen next. I felt as if I was back in high school with them!"

˃˃˃ "It's almost a love triangle of epic proportions or so you think....Travis blew me away with this book, I never saw what was coming."

 ˃˃˃ "Amazing, I loved Mike and Anita. The characters that I didn't feel could redeem themselves did in ways I never thought possible. I loved the ending and so not what I thought would happen. I love the element of surprise."

 Sharp, witty, dark and gritty, The Shepherd is the must read YA paranormal thriller of 2013. Get your copy now!
  1. Tell us 5 things that make you happy
Cocoa mixed with coffee, Paranormal/horror with a good splash of sex and violence, freshly diced salsa, roller coasters, and the smiles of my wife and children
  1. What makes your perfect man, perfect? What do you look for in a hero?
I don’t have any perfect men in my novels, because they don’t exist in reality.  Fiction/art imitates life, and perfection is rarely if ever found in the real world.
My heroes are always flawed in one way or another, often reluctant, and usually remorseful of the violence that comes from being a hero.  Occasionally they enjoy the violence a little too much, those characters that walk the line between heroism and villainy.
I find it all too easy to write villains, it’s the heroes I struggle with.
  1. What qualities make up your least favourite heroine?
It’s the self-righteous judgmental ladies who tend to be the most irritating.  Those women who see everything as black and white drive me nuts.  The world is mired in shades of grey and there is rarely anything or anyone who is all bad or all good.
  1. Do you have any quirks? When writing, or otherwise?
No matter what I do, I can’t seem to escape my tendency to write with intense violence and steamy sex.  Even in Young Adult fiction, I had to struggle to tone down the intensity.  I did eventually find a balance.  My teens are gritty, true-to-life, the way teens really are, in all their obnoxious glory.
  1. Do you have any hobbies that you take part in when you aren’t writing?
Roller coasters, paranormal films, paranormal fiction novels, and I cook some of the best tacos and Spanish rice you ever tasted.
  1. What do you like to read?
My first love was horror, then I gravitated towards science fiction.  As the years passed, I realized I had begun to focus on dark paranormal novels with supernatural creatures such as vampires and weres.  Then I picked up a book by Laurell K. Hamilton, one of the Anita Baker Vampire Hunter series, and that blasted open a whole new world of sexy, steamy dark fiction.  Now, it’s my guilty pleasure to both read and write these kinds of novels: dark, sexy, and violent, almost horror-thriller, but with heavy flavours of romance.
  1. If you had to pick one of your characters to survive a zombie apocalypse with, who would it be and why?
In the Nightlife Series (very adult fiction), I would choose Michelle de Mornac, a French vampire femme fatale.  She survived the battlefields of WWII France, cutting through Germans like a starving woman at a banquet.  In dealing with Michelle you’re never quite sure if she wants bite you, have sex with you, or tear out your entrails and play in them.  She’s a dark, sensual creature that I find fascinating to write, and I truly enjoy exploring the depths of her depravity.  Michelle is the ideal companion to take down a pack of zombies and then keep you warm through the rest of the night.
  1. Tell us a bit about how your book came about.
THE SHEPHERD was inspired by a number of events in my teenage years, and many of the vampire films and novels I have enjoyed through the years.  You will find a touch of Fright Night, a bit of Let The Right One In, and a dash of True Blood.  Writing this novel was like a trip down memory lane, reliving some of the less noble moments of my own teenage years.  I was that kid you warned your daughters to stay away from.  Would you believe I actually had a Joe Dirt mullet in high school?
  1. Which of the seven deadly sins are you most partial to? Which do you indulge in the most?
Without a shadow of doubt, I will roast in the Lake of Fire for Lust.  On the scale of sins, Lust outweighs them all by several tons.
  1. Who is the person who most inspired you? Either in your life, or writing?
I take inspiration from so many places.  But, to point out authors whose writings I feel directly inspired me, I have to say Stephen King, Robert R McCammon, Clive Barker, Robert Heinlein, Dean Koontz, and the wonderfully perverse Laurell K. Hamilton.
Though my own writing is far more perverse than the standard horror novels, I cut my teeth on horror, and it’s in my bloodstream, and in every book I write there will always be gritty moments of thriller intensity.
  1. Do you have a favourite quote?
I have many faves, but this is one of the best:  “A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
  1. Can you tell us a little about your latest project?
I published THE SHEPHERD in October, and it’s actually a story whose timeline takes place in September and October, the perfect Halloween story. 
This is a tale of a lost young man, Mike Evans, trying to find his way through high school and life.  He’s a skater, antisocial, and not doing so hot with the opposite sex.  He pines after the one that got away, an ex-girlfriend who wants nothing to do with him.  He’s too young and dumb to see his best friend Anita is right there, waiting for him to notice her as a woman.
And then there’s Nadia, a girl who is so much more than she appears.  Nadia brightens Mike’s nights and darkens his days with the dangers of her obsessive fixation on him.
Mike’s grisly clairvoyant visions of death and dismemberment are not helping the situation.
Since his alcoholic father is never there when he needs him, and his mother died at birth, Mike’s on his own.
Teens in THE SHEPHERD inhabit a dark, gritty nightlife that their parents are clueless to manage.
  1. Last but not least, if you could be anyone else in the world, who would it be, and why?
I would love to be that guy who won the 300 million dollar Powerball and disappeared to travel the world on a permanent vacation.  But even so, I would still write and publish my macabre, perverse fiction.  I enjoy it too much to ever quit.
 Thank you for talking to me and letting us all know a bit more about you!


Chapter 1

Thursday, September 9th, 5:15 p.m.


Shit happens, life happens, but for some reason it happens to me a lot.

 I was kinda hoping life would give me a break – maybe crap on somebody else for a while.

 Yeah, right.

I mean, look at Justin Shelby.  I’m sitting here in my car, in the McDonald’s drive through, and what is he doing?  He’s climbing up the side of the damn playcenter.  Probably faded on prescription pills he stole from his mom.  This guy is begging for life to hit him upside the head.  But it never does.

And then there’s his buddy, Tommy Schroeder, goading him on.

“Do it man!  You’re almost there!”

 One of the wrestling elite of Moses Lake High School, Tommy’s mere presence inspired Justin to new heights of idiocy.  Justin scaled the side of the outdoor playcenter like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible.

Justin skated religiously, a regular at the downtown Moses Lake skatepark across from the Aquatic Center.  Like most of us skaters, he was thin, moderately athletic, and had a strong sense of balance from endless hours busting his ass on the concrete.  Climbing the playcenter wasn’t any more dangerous than the skate tricks we recorded and posted to YouTube.

 He quickly reached the apex, damn spider monkey.  He stood exalted atop the dome of the airplane-shaped plastic toy.  An elementary kid inside gawked up at him from the Plexiglas window.

 “This is classic!”  Tommy whipped out his cell phone and started recording.

 Looked like a good idea to me, so I did the same.  You never know what folly you might catch on video.  I mean, this was live action stuff.  I could be ten seconds away from a viral Youtube video, Gangnam Style.

 Tommy encouraged Justin’s antics with loud catcalls.  Justin proclaimed his status as king of the hill, arms held high.

 “Yeah bitches, hell yeah!”  Justin yelled and hooted at the top of his lungs, pumping his fists in the air.

 I narrated to my potential audience of millions, “This is a flagrant violation of the rules.” I panned my cellphone camera over to the placard by the entry gate and zoomed in to catch a clear shot of the playcenter rules.  “There it is folks, rule number three:  No climbing outside the playcenter.  And we can’t forget rule number four:  No children over the age of fourteen allowed.  For the record, Justin is sixteen.”

 Returning to the action, I caught Tommy’s upturned face lit with excitement, and then slid the view up the playcenter to Justin.  “There’s the big man, putting on a show for his new best friend.”

 It kinda stung in a way I didn’t like to admit, that Justin was doing all this for Tommy.  A couple months ago, Justin was my best friend, my idiot.  Or so I had thought.

 But Tommy was cool.  Popular and wealthy, he also happened to be one of the biggest arrogant pricks in my class, and Justin’s ticket into the ‘cool crowd.’

 “Always trying to prove something.”  I shook my head.

 Tommy and I don’t get along so well.  It’s a Rachelle thing.  One of those life things that happens to me so often.

 I should just keep my mouth shut and catch some choice video, but you know what they say, the observer always affects the observed

 “Hey ass munch, get down before you break your neck!”

 Justin’s head whipped around to the sound of my voice, causing his body to sway with the sudden movement.  As soon as he spotted me parked in the drive-through a nasty smirk bloomed across his face.  In a moment of sublime inspiration, Justin dropped his pants with a show of lily-white butt cheeks.  He obviously hadn’t seen me recording with my cell phone.

 Tommy noticed me too.  “How about a double McAss burger Mikey?”

 He loves to call me Mikey.  He knows I hate it.  No one but Tommy calls me Mikey.

 The girl delivering my cheeseburger held her hand over her mouth to cover her braces as she giggled and snarfed at the sight of Justin’s naked rump shaking back and forth while he taunted, “It’s a full moon tonight Mikey.  Hope you enjoy the view!”

 Perfect.  Now Justin’s calling me Mikey.  God I hate that name.

 “It’s Michael, asshole!  And thanks for the killer video.  Goin’ straight to Facebook.”  I held my cell phone out the window for him.

 Justin looked back over his shoulder in surprise, attempting to pull up his pants at the same time.  The knee-jerk reaction caused him to lose his delicate balance atop the apex of the plastic airplane.  He fell onto his right side, and slithered down the side of the playcenter.  His hands shot out across the smooth surface, clawing, seeking a grip.  There was nothing to grab.

 I watched him slide inexorably down the outside of the playcenter, pants and underwear still down around his thighs.  He tried rolling into position for a feet-first landing.  The maneuver would’ve worked if not for the fence being so close to the playcenter.  The bright yellow, powder-coated aluminum fence that had aided his climb to the top now blocked his landing on the way down.

Justin’s momentum came to an abrupt halt as he hit the top of the fence ass first.

 I cringed and almost ruined the shot.  “That’s gotta hurt.”

 Justin’s blood-curdling scream of agony made my skin crawl.  He sat there, squealing like a stuck pig.  The top section of fence tubing had impaled him where the sun don’t shine.  Pegged in the holiest of holies, he had two inches of aluminum post going in through the out door.

“Oh my god this is insane!”

I saved the ninety-three second video clip of Justin on my smart phone and posted it directly to my Facebook timeline.  I had a momentary twinge of conscience.  I mean, he was still crying, and Tommy was trying to climb the fence to help him.  It looked really painful.

 “I can always delete it later …”

 I was gonna call for help, but Tommy already had his phone out as Justin yelled in his face, “Call 911!”

 I only had a few minutes to get to work.  As I drove off, I thought about taking that video down.  I probably should have.  But it only took fifteen minutes for my video clip to find its way to over 200 students at Moses Lake High School, shared over and over to dozens of Facebook profiles.  My first ever viral video.

 I guess life happens to Justin Shelby too.


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About the Author



Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.


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