When I first started with my blog on WordPress, Dicey was one of the first people to stop by my blog to offer wonderful comments and encouragement. I started digging around and realized that she is also an author. I stalked her on Twitter and finally asked if she would be a guest. Thankfully, she agreed 🙂
Dicey Grenor’s novel, Sleepy Willow’s Bonded Soul, is the featured book of the day.
**Warning: This stuff is ultra sizzling!**
Ever since vampirism became illegal, the undead have been hunted to near-extinction. So Willow has to watch her back to make sure no one finds out what she is. And that’s not easy considering she’s a vampire with narcolepsy. Predator can become prey at any moment, especially with the skillful Vampire Extermination Team (VET) on the job.
Hoping to blend in with the nightlife, Willow takes advantage of being an animated corpse by performing for necrophiliacs at premiere fetish club Hades. Here, she discovers colleagues with other supernatural secrets. She’s also unexpectedly drawn to Remi, her most loyal fan, despite his deviant sexual nature and personality disorder. But succumbing to her lust is not a good idea, especially since her maistre vampire forbids it.
Now Willow has to outsmart VET agents, escape bounty hunters, and find a cure for narcolepsy…or vampirism. And she’s got to break the bond with her maistre, no matter how powerful and unrelenting he is.
Most importantly, can she stay awake long enough to do any of it?
Do you want more? Check out Sleepy Willow below:
Meet Sleepy Willow
Having narcolepsy was a real bitch. A real pain in my luscious caramel ass. When my sleep disorder attacked without warning, it was inconvenient as hell when I was human. Downright fatal now that I was a vampire.
I should have been hella-powerful. Only sunlight, garlic, holy water, and silver should have been crippling. Of course fire, decapitation, and stakes were nemeses as well. But damn. Falling asleep at any moment when you were supposed to be the predator was laughable at best. Heinous, at worst. The kind of stuff REAL horror stories were made of. Especially since vampirism was illegal. And the fucking Vampire Extermination Team took their job of executing bloodsuckers seriously. Like it was their calling in life.
I had wanted to turn because I thought it would cure me. Vampires didn’t get human illnesses, after all. I’d been wrong though, and it was waaay too late to worry about that now.
Had to play the hand I’d been dealt.
Thankfully, there were a few things I looked forward to. Like performing onstage for my necrophilia clientele at premiere fetish club Hades. Like meeting other colleagues with deadly secrets. Like what I looked forward to the most—fucking my biggest fan, Remi, every chance I got. And drinking his blood. Never mind that I nearly killed him each time. He loved being on the brink of death so much, he welcomed it.
Oh, yeah. Drinking his blood and fucking him were the highlights of my existence.
He was certifiably insane all right, but fine as hell. Long black curly hair, which hung over his mesmerizing metallic blue eyes. Olive skin. Tall. Lean-muscled. Big fat dick that he knew how to use well. Made me horny just thinking about it. Then again, with my hypersexual nature, it didn’t take much. But still. He was gorgeous, and though I could fuck anybody, his looks were a perk. Didn’t hurt that I thought I loved him either. Him and Aaron, one of Remi’s many faces. Or vice versa.
Speaking of being fucked…
Maximilian, my maistre vampire was on his way. To my mind. He was still in a another country, but he didn’t have to be here in the flesh to control me. To coerce me in to doing whatever he commanded. He was my husband by vampire rules, the one who sired me. He possessed my heart and soul. And there was nothing I could do about it. We had a metaphysical connection stronger than any marriage. His blood and power animated me. Kept me undead. Bonded me to his narcissistic blond ass, no matter how badly I wanted my freedom. And boy, did I want my freedom.
Good thing he wasn’t bad in bed either.
Too bad God sanctioned murder. ’Cause if he didn’t, Max was a dead man. As soon as I figured out how to break our bond and keep from dying along with him.
Girlfriend even has a video for you to check out. To meet all the characters, watch this YouTube video.
**For mature audiences only**
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