I'm a wife, mother, and
grandmother. Besides hanging out with my family, I love writing romance in a
tantalizing, sexy, entwined adventure. My sin is that my books are extremely
romantic and yes, they are R-rated. Why paranormals? I don't know. I've
always loved books about ghosts, vampires, werewolves and the whole realm of supernatural.
An interviewer asked me
what my goal is as an author. I write to have fun, and my goal is for my
readers to have fun too. This blog is about Vampire King Maximillion's search
for love. Max is fun, exciting, and rich because being over a thousands years
old, he invested well. He's handsome, charming, can be wonderfully kind, and
yet strong and regal. He is a king and the tough decisions fall to him. What I
love most about Max are his mistakes. Well, you'll have to read it. He's
funny.
So go forth and have
fun!
Author Bio:
Susan Hanniford Crowley is a science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal romance author specializing in vampires and rare supernaturals. She is an active member of SFWA, RWA, CTRWA, and Broad Universe. Susan is the founder Nights of Passion Blog, which she shares with five other authors. Susan is also an Associate Editor for Space and Time Magazine.
Her wonderful vampire/supernatural romance novel, Vampire King of New York, published by Soul Mate Publishing and it's all about Max, Vampire David Hilliard's father. Keep your eye on Nights of Passion Blog to follow her wanderings as she talks about Max. Vampire King of New York, the first book in the Arnhem Knights of New York series, is available in Kindle and print. Susan is an Amazon Kindle Bestselling Author of Vampire Romance. Previous to Vampire King of New York, she wrote the Vampires in Manhattan series.
Susan Hanniford Crowley is a science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal romance author specializing in vampires and rare supernaturals. She is an active member of SFWA, RWA, CTRWA, and Broad Universe. Susan is the founder Nights of Passion Blog, which she shares with five other authors. Susan is also an Associate Editor for Space and Time Magazine.
Her wonderful vampire/supernatural romance novel, Vampire King of New York, published by Soul Mate Publishing and it's all about Max, Vampire David Hilliard's father. Keep your eye on Nights of Passion Blog to follow her wanderings as she talks about Max. Vampire King of New York, the first book in the Arnhem Knights of New York series, is available in Kindle and print. Susan is an Amazon Kindle Bestselling Author of Vampire Romance. Previous to Vampire King of New York, she wrote the Vampires in Manhattan series.
Book Blurb:
Max Vander Meer, is a modern day Viking, CEO of VMeer Industries, and a Vampire. He makes a plea to the Goddess Freya to find the only woman who can heal his heart, the woman haunting his dreams. But, the Goddess strikes a bargain with him. To find this special woman, Max must return to the city he helped build–New York, which is threatened by an ancient terror. When he meets Evelyn, he is astounded. Could she be the one who inhabits his dreams? But Evelyn is haunted by loss and betrayal. How can Max win her love when she doesn’t trust him as a man, and she doesn’t want to be a vampire? If Max returns to Iceland without her, he will be encased in ice . . . forever!
Max Vander Meer, is a modern day Viking, CEO of VMeer Industries, and a Vampire. He makes a plea to the Goddess Freya to find the only woman who can heal his heart, the woman haunting his dreams. But, the Goddess strikes a bargain with him. To find this special woman, Max must return to the city he helped build–New York, which is threatened by an ancient terror. When he meets Evelyn, he is astounded. Could she be the one who inhabits his dreams? But Evelyn is haunted by loss and betrayal. How can Max win her love when she doesn’t trust him as a man, and she doesn’t want to be a vampire? If Max returns to Iceland without her, he will be encased in ice . . . forever!
Book Links:
Vampire King of New York is available at Amazon Kindle and print, Barnes and Noble Nook and print and
in Kobo
Excerpt from Vampire
King of New York by Susan Hanniford Crowley
Maximillion Vander Meer stood in the jagged mouth of the ice
cave with a wolf skin girding his loins and fur boots on his feet. A frigid
breeze breathed its welcome over his bare chest, arms and legs.
He smiled and closed his eyes to step back into the Viking
past he loved, where he was free. He threw back his head and howled in
exuberant abandonment. Then he ripped off the wolf skin and kicked off his
boots. Max ran to the shadowed alcove he knew so well.
A flicker of the past sparked in his brain and Vikings
filled the cave, their voices rich in the chant of a ritual forgotten in the
modern age, invoking the protection and wisdom of Odin, Thor, and Freya. Then
he blinked and they were gone. Their voices silenced by time.
Every time he entered this sacred place hollowed out by his
ancestors, their presence worked magic and distracted his weary heart from the
curse inhabiting his body. This power brought him back to the Viking warrior
deep within him, as only here could he reconnect with his lost humanity. Every
passing moment the curse pulled him further from whom and what he’d once been.
That was the danger in being a vampire. It wasn’t the chill of his body, but
the distance that crept into his heart. He was on the edge of forgetting how
the laughter of his son warmed him to his toes. The memory of Svenna’s
delicious heat as her soft skin lay against his flesh igniting the fire between
them, slipped through his fingers like water. Inhaling the fragrance of flowers
in her hair had made him feel powerful. Even the excitement of the next
adventure filled with salt spray and swords clashing faded away. His heart no
longer raced.
The dire flaw in immortality was the sameness. Centuries of
monotony blurred into others. Few ancient ones survived the deadly soul-
numbing tedium of every day being the same. Closing on a thousand years, too
many chose to lie in the sun and burn in agony over the course of two days
until they crisped away in the wind. When the true burning began, night, the
blessed night, offered no reprieve. The recent “chosen” death of his friend
Coelhus was etched in his memory, making Max’s need more urgent than it had
ever been. Coelhus had given up. After centuries of dreaming of a woman named
Celeste, he ceased to believe she could be real. Coelhus could no longer bear
the loneliness and the endless searching. Consumed by his dashed dreams, he
gave his body to the sun. Max stayed with him in his last moments, and while he
couldn’t deter his friend, he resolved not to end in ashes himself.
Time had robbed him of love, but today, in this moment, Max
meant to get it back. Right now! Only this sanctuary of ice and stone seemed
real to him; the human world faded into insignificance. Even the responsibility
he owed his own kind lost its meaning. He had come to make a last sacrifice. If
it didn’t work, he didn’t know what he would do next. His belief, however
antiquated when viewed by others, never failed him.
He had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Since the
death of his wife many centuries before, nothing more could happen to his empty
heart. The feeling of being human haunted him from time to time like an elusive
fragrance or taste. Memories were a different matter. The curse, as he called
it, made every memory eternal, the pain as raw and consuming as the day he'd
lost her.
Squeezing the ancient dagger in his fist, Max stepped up to
the frozen altar. The three carved stone figures stared blankly at him. Time,
and a growing sophistication, taught him that they were nothing but stone,
still the part of him that was Viking would always believe. Holding fast to
that reverence of a bygone age, he stood before them.
“I do not call on you, Odin, Father to all, but I respect
your wisdom.” He bowed. “I do not call on you, Thor, the strength of every
warrior, but I respect your power.” He bowed again. “I call on Freya’s mercy to
regain my house, to find the only woman who can heal my heart.” Kneeling with
his gaze fixed to the ground, he then rose to stand over the frozen altar.
Before the feminine carved figure, he sliced his forearm and let the blood drip
onto the icy surface. “In the name of Freya, let me be worthy. Lead me to love.
Help me find it or lock me in the ice forever. I can no longer bear the torment
of life without true love.”
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