Vampires Next Door?

Welcome today's guest, Trinity Blacio, who just might have...well...there might be vampires next door!

You know how you’re always nervous about moving into a new home or new neighborhood? Well, I’m there. Last June my family and I moved from a bigger town to a smaller one, from an apartment to a large home. Talk about a lot of work and, of course, who had to pack and unpack everything? ME!

Finally, we are settled. The kids have now been in school for over a month, and have new friends and a new way of life. I’ve met one of my neighbor’s who is very nice person, but on the people on the other side of us... Let’s just say we’re still confused. Right now we call them The Vampires.

Oh, we’ve seen them in the daytime, but rarely and only when said teenager is having a pool party. But most of the time their house is shut up against the sun. At night the doors come open and the lights brighten their once dark home.

On many occasions I have woken to get a glass of water and saw our neighbors wide awake at three in the morning. I’ll be standing there drinking my water, gazing out my kitchen window, and their house is full of life at night. Even the children are up roaming or they would be swimming late at night.

Is there a man of the house? I think so, but so far I’ve only caught him mowing the lawn once and then one time at night when the parents threw a party. The mother is the same way; I’ve seen her mow the grass, but soon after she is in the house.

Of course being the polite person that I am, I smile and wave, but still nothing from either of them. {{Sigh}} If they are vampires, I sure wish they would come bite me. I’d love to live forever, find a cute, hunky vampire dude to cuddle up to—and let’s not forget the hot, steamy vampire sex that goes with such a man. 

We can all dream, can’t we? So what have I been up to other than moving? I’ve been trying to get back into the writing grove. So far I have one Christmas story done and sent to my new agent, and I’m halfway done with book eight of my Running In Fear Series. I’m hoping to have it out around Halloween, so stay tuned.

Christmas give away. I invite all of you to come over to my blog, on November first. I will be giving away a nice size box of Christmas gifts. I will pick the winner on December 20.

Blog: http://trinityblacio.com/blog/

Below is the blurb for After Dark on Bourbon Street. Please check out the first seven books of the series at Ravenous Romance.

http://www.ravenousromance.com/fantastica/running-in-fear-escaped.php?keyword=Trinity+Blacio

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Valda Sart hated being Skunk Ape, Bigfoot, Yeti, and so on. She was no ordinary Skunk Ape. Valda had gifts and kept them hidden. However, now someone was hunting her and she knew it was only a matter of time before they caught her. All six men in her pack, the one she’d been promised would not give up on her, were determined to claim her. At birth, each female was promised to another clan, and Valda was no exception.

Her only option was to use her gift and blend in with the rest of the people around her. Hiding among the humans, Valda realized how much her life sucked; that was until she forged a new life in New Orleans. Here in the city, she had friends and men actually talked to her, courted her.

For the last six years something had pulled at her. It was only a matter of time before she, too, would have to join Jaycee, Suzanne, and Lissa on the new planet. Even in her dreams she’d seen the new, beautiful world, and the wide range of beings already living there.

            How can they ask her to give up romance, love, and friends? Didn’t they know what it would mean if this group of men found her?

Happy Halloween and all that stuff

It’s my turn. Yeah, mine. And because I’m a glutton for punishment, I agreed when Faith asked me if I’d like to resurrect this blog. I know I have a few more days. Well, not really. You see, Wednesday, I drive up to my mother’s and come home Thursday. On top of this seven-hour marathon of driving in less than two days with a six year old in tow, I have quarterly reports to finish by the 31^st. AND we have our annual Blocktoberfest this Saturday, not mention to Halloween. (I live in insanity central, if any of you are wondering. Grin)

And it’s that time of year again. Candy, candy everywhere. The problem is that I still have to clean my cupboards out from (peering into the cupboard)—gasp—Christmas? There’s candy in there from Christmas? Good God Almighty! That can’t be good. (Scooping out the candy.) And here’s some Easter candy. Hm… do you think that’s still good? Me neither. So, now that the cupboards are finally clean of old candy, I get to stock up on more candy that will soon become old candy, rotting in my cupboards yet again. No, it doesn’t get eaten. My daughter is too picky of an eater for me to let her have more than a few pieces. Besides which, a piece a candy turns my sweet, precious child into Demon Seed. And me? Well, that’s another story. (Can’t turn into something you are already on your way to becoming, right? Just kidding… Right?)

I have nothing against candy. I like candy. And that’s the problem. So I try to make sure I buy candy that I don’t really like. You know, like Almond Joy, jelly beans, Peeps, candy corn, and I bury the candy in the cupboards where it’s such a pain in the ass to pull out that I won’t eat it…unless I’m really, really having a sugar craving. But, in the midst of a homicidal sugar craving, nothing is safe.

But this time I am screwed. You see, one of Charlie’s friends (Charlie’s my husband) kindly sent us an entire box of Wonka chocolate bars for Halloween. An entire box. We are halfway through it. A week or so ago, in one of my PMS moments, I snagged a bar and brought it into the living room where I could eat the entire thing in peace, except I didn’t. Instead, thinking Charlie would say “no,” I stupidly asked if he wanted half. And because he still hasn’t learned that getting between a PMSing woman and her chocolate is about as advisable as getting between a shark and its chum, he said, “Yes.” Lucky for him, I love him and refrained from chewing his arm off…this time. Next time, I’m not promising anything.

Despite the candy, I love this time of year. I love Halloween. (Another excuse to wear a costume. Okay, nowadays, the only excuse I’ve got to wear a costume.) This year, I wanted a new Halloween costume (it’s been a good ten or more years since I’ve gotten one), but leave it to me to check out the parking lot sale on a rainy day. And I happened to pick a place that sold old costumes from TV and film sets. Being a normal size woman, I couldn’t even pull them up past my thighs or over my shoulders. (sigh) So, I’m going to be a witch. Not a sexy witch and not even that much of a stretch, I know, but I already have a black faux velvet dress, a black wig, which I may or may not wear, black boots, and a borrowed witch’s hat. I’ll be a scary witch or a not so scary one, depending on whether I decide to wear make up and how much sleep I’ve had.

So, what do you love about this time of year? And what are you going to be for Halloween? Have you decided? If you come to our block party, I highly recommend that you wear a costume. If you don’t, it’s into the dunk tank for you. Now, that I think about, scratch the costume. Come as you are. (Evil cackle)