We’re so pleased to welcome author Sera Trevor to TNA today on the virtual tour for her newest release from NineStar Press, Curses, Foiled Again. Sera’s sharing her writing space with us today, and there’s also a giveaway, so be sure to check out the information on that at the end.
Where I Write
I would really like to show you a picture of a beautiful antique desk with lots of fancy knick-knacks, but alas, I live in a two-bedroom apartment and don’t have room for something like that. Besides, even if I did, I’m pretty sure I’d end up back in my writing chair. It’s just too comfortable!
The pink and blue quilt you see was made by my great-grandmother. Every lady in my family got one when she passed away, and for years, it sat in my closet, carefully wrapped to make sure it was never damaged. But then I had a conversation with my grandma, who told me how the quilts came to be. My great-grandmother didn’t make quilts as art projects—she made them to be used! In the Great Depression, you couldn’t go down to Wal-Mart to pick up a quilt, so if your family was cold, you had to make one. After I heard that, I got the quilt out of the closet and snuggle with it—I think that’s a better way to honor her memory than to let it sit forgotten in the closet.
I set up my computer on the TV tray for this picture, but usually it’s in my lap. This displeases my cat, since as far as she’s concerned, my lap is spoken for! We usually make it work—she sits on the arm of the chair or squeezes in on the side. When she’s in need of more serious cuddles, she’ll plop herself on the keyboard. I’ll usually take a quick snuggles break at that point!
I also like to have my essential oil diffuser on—I’m not totally sold on the miracle benefits of essential oils, but they do smell great and are very relaxing. My favorite is lavender.
And that action figure standing beside the diffuser? He’s only a simple Cardassian tailor. Don’t pay any attention to him—he most certainly does not have any nefarious schemes in the works. Seriously, though—he was a gift from a fan-turned-friend of my Star Trek: Deep Space 9 fan fic. I like having him around because it reminds me to keep the right attitude about writing—write for fun, for love, to connect with other people—not just in the pursuit of profit. Don’t get me wrong—money is great! But if that’s the only thing on your mind when you’re at the keyboard, your writing is going to end up pretty hollow.
About the Book
Title: Curses, Foiled Again
Author: Sera Trevor
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: November 27, 2017
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Length: 98k Words
Genre/Categories: Paranormal, vampires, witches, undead, abduction, addiction, ghosts, homophobia, immortal, magic users, dark, drug/alcohol use, blood play, curses
Buy Links: NineStar Press || Amazon || Smashwords ||Barnes & Noble || Kobo
Blurb: Felix is a vampire—a fierce creature of the night who strikes terror into the hearts of everyone unlucky enough to become his prey. Or at least, that’s what he thought was true, until he met John. John is completely unimpressed with Felix, much to his dismay. Felix becomes fixated on proving his ferocity to John—and when that doesn’t work, he strives to make any impression on him at all.
John is a witch, and as all witches know, vampires are notoriously stupid creatures who only have the power to hurt those who fear them. Besides, he’s under a curse much more frightening than any vampire. Felix’s desperate attempts to impress him annoy John at first, but gradually, they become sort of endearing. Because of his curse, John has pushed everyone in his life away. But Felix can’t be hurt, so there’s no harm in letting him hang around.
Felix is technically dead. John has nothing left to live for. But together, they might have a shot at life.
This dark and witty vampire romance for adults is complete at 100,000 words, with no cliffhanger. Despite some dark twists and turns, it ends with a solid HEA.
One: The Witch Boys of Sunset Boulevard
Someone smelled delicious.
Felix really ought to have been sated. He had fed that night already, but in spite of his satiety, the new aroma tempted him like nothing before. It was the same dark tang that normally inspired his appetite, but with a sweet note buried in the scent—like an orange at the peak of its sweetness, right on the cusp of rotting. It didn’t take him long to discover the source of the aroma; it was a young man in a hooded sweatshirt, making his way down Sunset Boulevard. He walked with remarkable confidence for being on his own at two o’clock in the morning. Felix grinned. He liked the confident ones; their shock when confronted with the likes of him was always amusing.
He raced ahead of the young man with superhuman swiftness, jumping in front of him with his fangs bared. Felix loved this part, right before the attack—the moment when human confusion and animal terror mixed together as his victim realized their fate. Any moment now, he would scream. Or at least, he would try to. By then it would be too late.
The young man jumped and inhaled sharply at Felix’s sudden appearance. But once he’d given Felix a good once-over, he let out his breath in a relieved puff. There was no screaming, no futile attempt to flee or freezing in terror. In fact, it was Felix who froze in place, confused by the young man’s strange reaction.
As Felix tried to gather his wits to think of what to do next, the young man brushed past him and continued on. Felix shook himself out of his muddle. He brought a hand up to his mouth, feeling to make sure his fangs were still bared. They were. Perhaps the young man hadn’t seen him clearly; the lighting here was particularly poor, and mortal vision was not very good.
He zipped ahead of the young man and jumped out at him again, making sure he was directly under a streetlight. He raised his arms and hissed for good measure.
“You can stop doing that,” the young man said. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh really?” Felix sneered, although in honesty he was taken aback. “We’ll see if your bravery lasts when I sink my fangs into your yielding flesh!”
He attempted to pounce, but nothing happened. He tried again, but his limbs just wouldn’t cooperate. As he stood there in confusion, the young man stepped around him and continued walking.
Once Felix had collected himself, he set out after the young man again, this time trotting beside him. The young man paid him no attention.
“Have you put a spell on me?”
“Then why can’t I attack you?”
“Because I’m not afraid of you,” he said. He wasn’t even looking at Felix. “Vampires can only attack people who fear them.”
Felix scoffed. “That can’t be true.”
“Think about it. Can you ever remember a time when a potential victim wasn’t afraid of you?”
“Not that I recall.”
“Then if you only ever confronted people who were afraid of you, how would you have found out you couldn’t attack someone who wasn’t?”
Felix turned that over in his mind. It did make a certain amount of sense.
They continued to walk together. Felix tried to startle him a few more times, hoping it would raise enough fear for Felix to strike, but it didn’t work. The young man’s face remained expressionless, as if Felix weren’t even there. He was a remarkably good-looking fellow, with sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. He was so pleasant to look at that Felix eventually ceased his efforts to frighten him in favor of simply gazing at him. His sweatshirt was not zipped all the way, but the T-shirt underneath was too baggy to give even a suggestion of the body it concealed. He wished the young man would take it off, or at the very least remove the hood.
After some time, they came to an apartment building. The young man approached one of the doors on the first floor. “Well, I would say it was nice meeting you, but it wasn’t, really,” he said as he took out his keys. “Good night.” He unlocked his door.
Felix blocked the door with his body, preventing the young man from entering. “You’ve led me straight to where you live,” he said in his scariest voice. “I could strike when you least expect it, in your very home. Certainly that will frighten you enough for me to attack!”
“Vampires can’t enter a home unless you invite them. Did you really think I wouldn’t know that?”
Felix scowled. “How do you know all this?”
“None of your business. Now unless you want to stand around here until dawn, get your hand off my door and go away.”
“Maybe I do want to stand around here,” Felix said. “You can’t make me leave.”
The young man rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He leaned on the wall a few steps away from the door and took a pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter out of the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt. He perched a cigarette between his pink lips and lit it.
Felix remained where he was. The young man didn’t even spare him a glance as he smoked his cigarette, gazing instead at the smoke as it left his lips and dissipated into the night air. Felix felt annoyed; surely he was more interesting than a cloud of smoke!
About the Author
Sera Trevor is terminally curious and views the thirty-five book limit at her local library as a dare. She’s a little bit interested in just about everything, which is probably why she can’t pin herself to one subgenre. Her books are populated with dragons, vampire movie stars, shadow people, and internet trolls. (Not in the same book, obviously, although that would be interesting!) Her works have been nominated for several Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards, including Best Contemporary, Best Fantasy, and Best Debut, for which she won third prize in 2015 for her novella Consorting with Dragons.
She lives in California with her husband, two kids, and a cat the size of three cats. You can keep up with her new releases and gain access to bonus content by signing up for her newsletter.
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