{"id":18278,"date":"2017-04-25T06:30:01","date_gmt":"2017-04-25T11:30:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18278"},"modified":"2017-04-24T19:34:50","modified_gmt":"2017-04-25T00:34:50","slug":"coverreveal-possessed-by-a-vampire-by-susan-griscom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18278","title":{"rendered":"#CoverReveal – Possessed by a Vampire by Susan Griscom"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Title: Possessed by a Vampire<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Author: Susan Griscom<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Genre: Paranormal Romance<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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They possess the power to make their dreams come true\u2014but it won\u2019t be easy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Preston Knight\u2014Elvis to his friends\u2014loves being a vampire. The night he was turned was the first step to him becoming the kind of man he always hoped to be. Now, he\u2019s a rock star. What could be better? But the one thing that would make his world complete is just out of reach. The woman he yearns for has some serious secrets, and despite him knowing that she wants him just as much as he wants her, she won\u2019t let him in.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Lily Gray never asked to be a vampire. The choice was taken from her eons ago, and things never improved. Now, she finds herself peddling drugs on the streets of San Francisco and playing the part of doting wife to a possessive and sadistic vampire with delusions of grandeur. But family means everything to Lily, and she\u2019s willing to sacrifice everything for it\u2026even her one chance at happiness with the sexy-as-sin vampire who sets her heart ablaze.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When one night of passion opens the door for a century of secrets to be revealed, Lily and Preston must fight for not only what they believe in but also what they love.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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<\/a>Susan Griscom writes paranormal and contemporary romance. She’s hooked on sexy romances and is a huge fan of superheroes and bad boys confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers, and abilities beyond the norm mixed with steamy romance, of course. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She loves those days when she gets to sit around in her sweat pants, doing nothing but writing emotionally charged stories about love and violence.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She lives in Northern California in wine country and one of her favorite weekend excursions is wine tasting with the love of her life. Together, she and her romantic husband have five great superhero kids and eight mini-superhero grand kids, so far.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Website: <\/span>http:\/\/susangriscom.com<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Blog: <\/span>http:\/\/swblog.susangriscom.com<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Twitter: <\/span>https:\/\/twitter.com\/SusanGriscom<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Facebook Author Page: <\/span>http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/SMGriscom<\/span><\/a>\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s up to you, Elvis.\u201d Lincoln, the dealer, nodded in my direction and waited. I kept my eyes trained on the center of the table where chips sat in a small pile. I didn\u2019t need to look at my cards again. I knew what I had: an eight and a queen of hearts.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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There were six vampires at the table, counting both Gage and me. Gage had folded right after the deal, and so had one of the other players. I was the last to bet, and sometimes, I liked to spice things up a bit, so I matched the bet and sat back.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Heavy smoke hung in the air like delicate streams of fog, swirling in circled patterns under the light hanging from a long cord above the table. Four other lights hung on fixtures attached to the otherwise stark, tawny brown walls. Even with all the lights, the room seemed dark.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Maybe it was the darkness of the souls in the room. I wasn\u2019t sure.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A droning sound buzzed from outside, a little annoying, but I managed to drown it out as I nonchalantly watched the faces around the table as the dealer revealed the flop.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The first card the dealer turned up was a jack of hearts, then a nine of hearts.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was raining hearts for some reason, and I held two of them already. I held my breath, waiting for the third card in the flop. Crap, an eight of diamonds.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not exactly what I was looking for, but a pair of eights with a queen high wasn\u2019t completely a loss so I decided to hang in there and see if one more heart would show. There were still two cards to go, and a flush was possible.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I kept my eyes straight, my thoughts blank\u2014or I tried\u2014like I usually did as each card was revealed, always attempting to keep my composure, never deviating from the norm, not wanting to give away my emotions. I was an expert at reading people. Especially in a poker game. A blink of an eye, a slight twitch, a swallow, the slightest movement, anything\u2026different could give someone\u2019s hand away. I wanted to reach up and finger my shades that sat on top of my head. Just one little nudge and they\u2019d be sitting comfortably on my face, shielding my eyes. But not only were dark glasses frowned upon in this high-stakes game of Texas Hold \u2019em, but any movement out of the ordinary might tip someone off about my cards.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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This wasn\u2019t our normal gathering with my brothers at the mansion. This was a high roller, unsanctioned but heavily guarded poker game with some seriously high-powered city officials that I\u2019d bet my right nut were a drug cartel of some sort or another. The two thugs in the monkey suits positioned on either side of the door to the entrance had stood like statues most of the night; the bulge of a holster protruding from under their jackets an obvious clue. At least they were on the outside of the room, but they still remained at the ready if their services were required.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Gage and I didn\u2019t normally seek out games with such high stakes, but he\u2019d been bored lately, and when he ran into Lincoln\u2014the game\u2019s host\u2014at Club Royal a couple of weeks ago, Lincoln had<\/span><\/p>\n

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When Gage approached me, I\u2019d shrugged him off at first, not wanting any part of something that sounded so sketchy, but after he\u2019d pestered me for the entire week, I finally gave in, needing a distraction from the long hours\u2014sometimes days apart\u2014from Lily, the sexy and sweet vampire I\u2019d been trying to get to know better. Except, she was either playing hard to get, or just wasn\u2019t that interested in me. Though I had a difficult time believing the latter of those two options since she continued to meet me whenever she had the time or, in her words, \u201ccould get away.\u201d Away from what, I hadn\u2019t been able to find out. Yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Getting thoughts of Lily off my mind was nearly impossible Her fair, silky-smooth skin; her mesmerizing dark coffee eyes that could hold my gaze for hours on end; the tips of her long, thick locks kissing the cleavage of her breasts where my lips longed to skim. I managed to clear my head just in time, as it was my turn to bet again. I slid my bet forward, raising the pot three thousand for appearance\u2019s sake. In truth, without another heart or a ten, I had squat. I didn\u2019t think the pair of eights would cut it. I had an excellent chance for a straight or a flush if either of the next two cards went my way. Since Gage had already folded, he sat still as a statue beside me, his hands together on the edge of the table. I knew he was busting a gut wondering what I held in my hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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There were only four of us left in this hand, and I didn\u2019t want to go home with a loss. Not against these guys. Two of them sat puffing on brown cigarettes, looking rather tough. They were tough, the sort who would drain the blood from a homeless person and leave them to die in the gutter without so much as a \u201cthank you, ma\u2019am.\u201d Particularly, the one at the end with the light brown wool Stetson on<\/span><\/p>\n

his head. The word dangerous exuded from his pores. He wore that hat pulled low on his brow, shading his eyes just enough to where it was legal but not enough to reveal much about him. A neatly trimmed goatee graced his chin and his upper lip. A long ponytail made of cornrow braids hung down his back. He seemed on edge, or maybe it was just an act to throw me off.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Which he did when he raised another five thousand. That was steep, and the other two guys folded. Either the guy had something powerful, or he was bluffing his ass off and had nothing. Since I had the queen of hearts, I knew he couldn\u2019t have a royal flush. But that didn\u2019t rule out a straight or four of a kind. The bald-headed guy next to him folded, as did the next two. Now it was up to me, and six thousand was just about all I had left, so I shoved the entire stack I had into the middle of the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I watched out of the corner of my eye as cowboy hat\u2019s mouth curved up on one side, the tip of his fang biting into his lower lip. Could mean he was nervous. Or cocky. Either way, my hand was dead unless a ten or another heart showed up.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My heart skipped a beat when the fifth card was flipped over. There it was, sparkling as if someone had lit it on fire. I managed to keep my composure as I chilled, though I could have sworn I heard fireworks go off outside.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Stetson vamp chuckled and said, \u201cToo bad. You played a nice hand.\u201d Then he laid down his cards. A pair of nines, giving him four of a fucking kind, which would beat most hands. When he started to grab at the pile of chips, I cleared my throat.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHold on there, space cowboy,\u201d I heard myself say, not sure if the cockiness in my voice would help or hinder, but that pile of chips in the center of the table belonged to me, and there was no fucking way I was letting this douche have them. I had a fucking straight flush, queen high. Beat that you fucking cocksucker. I wanted to gloat but managed to keep my cool and simply turned the two cards in my hand over and placed them face up on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His face paled, if that were possible. His dark-stubbled jaw flexed. His eyes narrowed to slits. His left ear twitched, and he placed both his palms on the table as he stood, glaring at me. Everyone sitting around the table stiffened. The chips lay in a heap in the middle. He kept his large ebony eyes on mine, never faltering. I allowed myself to stare right back, not moving a centimeter. I was good at stare-out games. I\u2019d had a cat, many in fact, and we constantly played this game. Stetson hat was no different in my mind. Though I was positive he thought differently. This guy was too fucking arrogant for my taste. I\u2019d wondered from the moment I sat down if he was going to be trouble.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The guy at the end of the table\u2014Jace, I assumed\u2014nodded. \u201cYep, I\u2019m all tapped out. Ladies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Stetson hat shrugged into a light brown wool coat, generously embellished with dark brown fur at the lapel, all the while keeping his eyes glued to me. \u201cBe sure to join us again. I look forward to the opportunity to win that back.\u201d His eyes briefly averted to the large pile of chips in the middle of the table before returning to mine, and then he touched the rim of his hat and nodded like he was fucking Clint Eastwood. \u201cGentlemen.\u201d He kept his lips tight as he turned and walked out. Stopping by another vampire on his way, he looked down at him, made some sort of gesture with his hand, and left the room. Jace, and two other large vampires went with him.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Gage cleared his throat. \u201cFuck, man. That was intense.\u201d The three dudes left at the table all sighed heavily.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The vampire that Stetson hat had gestured to stood up. \u201cRoach would like you to join him at his employer\u2019s mansion.\u201d Roach? What the fuck kind of person names their kid Roach? I almost laughed. The poor guy. No wonder he was so intense. \u201cIt is open to you any Friday evening. That is the night they<\/span><\/p>\n

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Whatever your pleasure, we\u2019ve got it.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sweet Towers, Sky Deck.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWell, he isn\u2019t getting one,\u201d I retorted and threw the fancy card down on the table. This was over right now. I didn\u2019t want any part of whatever the fuck that guy was dealing.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so quick to pass on that invite if I were you, Elvis,\u201d Lincoln, the vampire who\u2019d hosted the night\u2019s game, said. \u201cThat vampire works for Sweet, one of this city\u2019s most dominant and influential business owners. He has the support of the local labor board, as well as several other highfalutin bigwigs in the city. It\u2019s quite the honor to be invited, even if it was by his right-hand man. Sweet doesn\u2019t give out invitations to his private parties very often. And his parties don\u2019t have anything to do with card games, if you get my drift. Roach must have liked you.\u201d He winked.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Whatever kind of parties, I wasn\u2019t into group sex or drugs. I had a woman, or at least a woman I wanted, as the vision of Lily\u2019s striking brown eyes set against her smooth, deep black hair floated through my mind. I got to my feet and shrugged into my coat. \u201cCome on, Gage, let\u2019s split.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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