Thank you so much for sharing the book! Here are a few fun things I’ve put together just for you.
An official glimpse of an article from the NIHA quarterly newsletter:
(The mango recipe is one of my favorites. Just don’t add blood unless you’re a pre-vamp.)
Feeling crafty, or just need to de-stress? Here’s a Blood and Buttercups coloring page!
(Click the page. It will take you to a downloadable PDF. Right click to save it to your computer.)
Sneak Peak of Vampires and Violas!
Please Note: This section hasn’t been edited, and I might make changes in the final book.
Prologue
Ethan Brennan, CEO of Brennan Properties, wore an orange jumpsuit that didn’t complement his cool complexion. He drummed his fingers on the laminate countertop in the semi-private cubicle, looking through the plexiglass window as guards led a man to the seat across from him.
His trial and sentence had been swift, and now he was adjusting to prison life. He’d officially served seven days. That meant he only had ninety-nine years and fifty-one weeks before he was free to leave, unless he was able to get out early for good behavior.
For an ordinary man, that would be a life sentence. But even for a vampire, it was daunting—especially a young vampire, like Ethan, who’d only been infected with the virus a few years prior.
Ethan’s visitor pulled out his chair and sat down, shifting like he wasn’t entirely comfortable on prison property—suffering from a guilty conscience, no doubt. He was around six feet tall, muscular like he went to the gym most days of the week, and had two full sleeves of tattoos. His hair was brown and short, his goatee was as well, and he wore a fitted T-shirt Ethan knew he bought when he went to see Hamilton with his grandmother the year before.
His eyes betrayed his anxiety.
The man lifted the phone on his side of the cubicle, and Ethan did the same on his side.
“How are you holding up?” the musical-goer asked, his sympathetic tone a feat for a man who killed people for a living. Perhaps he was grateful Ethan didn’t throw him under the bus when he was convicted.
But Ethan was loyal, and he knew Sam was more useful to him outside the prison.
“I’m fine,” Ethan responded.
“Hunter said you wanted to see me.”
“I wanted to thank you for being a loyal employee of Brennan Properties,” Ethan began. “Especially now, in light of the scandal, you have stayed by my brother and me, and I appreciate it.”
Sam nodded, his eyes cutting toward the guard behind Ethan.
“I’ve asked Hunter to give you a raise,” Ethan continued. “I’d like you to continue the project I assigned you before I was arrested.”
Sam knew what that assignment was, and it had nothing to do with real estate. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Brennan. I’ll do that.”
“Good.”
And with that, Ethan hung up the phone, rose from the sparsely padded metal chair, and turned around to tell the waiting officer he was ready to return to his cell.
Shari L. Tapscott 