Thank you so much
for having me on your blog today Blak.
Tis the season…yes
that’s right the Christmas season.
I have most of my
outside family already bought for but my children only a few things so
far. I am so looking forward to
seeing all the faces of my loved ones as they open their gifts.
Below is the info
on my newest release The Real Saint Nic…ONLY $0.99...I hope it strikes your
fancy.
Free Read (My Wish
For Christmas Is You): Dreabecraft.com
The Real Saint Nic
Buy Links
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ARe: The Real Saint Nic
Blurb:
Aimee’s life changed
one night, not long ago, when she staked a vampire to save another. Still
reeling from that life changing night, Aimee decides to go home with Brenda,
her best friend, for the holidays. She never expected Brenda’s brother, who
comes off more like the Grinch then Santa, to have so many saint like
qualities. Years spent alone, with no family or friends, plays heavy on her
mind but Nic could possible be the one who changes it all.
has always been a
sore spot for Nicolai. He’s the real saint Nic, but society has him all wrong.
He’s no saint. In truth, he’s a vampire. Over the centuries, Nic has spent the
holidays fighting off the ridicule from his younger brother and giving to those
less fortune, not seeing his own worth. Until one mortal, brought home by his
sister Brenda, changes the holiday and his outlook on life for eternity.
Is it possible
that Nic has finally found his Mrs. Clause? When worlds meld, can Aimee find
the happy ever after she once asked Santa for so many years ago, or is she
doomed to spend forever lonely on Christmas?
Excerpt:
With a flick of
his hand, the lights next to the bed turned on as did a few lamps across the
room. Once my eyes adjusted, I got a better look at the amount of presents.
Hundreds, littered the room. The only space not filled was around the bed and a
path to two doors in opposite directions. Red, green, and golds splattered the
room in a festive show of color.
“You really are
Saint Nic.” Astonished I tried desperately to keep my mouth closed.
“Please don’t call
me that.”
“Why not?” Turning
away from the presents I turned my gaze to Nic’s in question.
“Because I’m
nowhere near a saint.” Brows furrowing Nic stared intently at the computer
screen.
“Then how did you
get the name?”
“That would be
Jaysen’s doing. One day, not to long after I started giving the gifts, we got
into an argument. I don’t remember most of what was said, after all, it was
quite a while ago, but I do remember the comment was rather snide. To this day
neither of us knows how it ended up outside our argument, but it still reminds
me of that comment. Besides saints are deemed so because of the greatness they
do for mankind all I do is give a few toys to some kids.”
Moved by the
noticeable hurt in his eyes, a relentless knot twisted in my stomach. Though I
still didn’t know him, the connection between us grew with each passing moment.
Whether it was
hormones or the fact that we were supposed to be mates, I didn’t know, but I
couldn’t stand to see him sad.
I scooted out of
the bed and made my way to him, wrapping paper shuffling under my feet. Then,
as if it were the most natural thing to do, I lowered myself into his lap and
hugged him close. “To those kids you are the world.”
“That’s why I do
it every year. Though not in the grand scale that everyone thinks. I try to
help at least a few orphanages and hospitals each year.”
“See, you are a
saint. Every year you create the biggest rush of hope and joy to the children
across the world. Though you can‘t help them all, the small sacrifices you have
made over the centuries have helped to shape our world and helps friends and
families learn the true meaning of giving. Without you there would be no hope
of a perfect
Christmas. If that
isn‘t the act of a saint, I don‘t know what is.”
With a grunt in my
ear, Nic’s arms tightened around me as he buried his head in the hair between
my shoulder blade and ear.
Pulling away
slightly, I raised my hands and held of each side of his head. My fingers ran
though the silken strands of his hair using that leverage I brought his head up
until our eyes met. Leaning down I kissed his full lips with a slight brush of
mine.
You are the
best mate anyone could ask for. Speaking while our mouths were still fused, Nic sipped from my lips
slowly.
Thanks for the great excerpt, Drea. I hope the book does well and I wish you the best of success into the future!
Blak Rayne
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