Welcome to author Danielle Farman with a New release look at her Vampire novel, Blood and Milk

Welcome to Aberdeen, UK, author Danielle Farman

Danielle Farman was born in Aberdeen, in the North East of Scotland and lives in her beloved bungalow with her boyfriend and several pets she likes to call her 'familiars'. She enjoys writing, reading, going on long walks while listening to music and modelling as her alter ego Jester Jinx. She also enjoys her job as a Support Worker for people with learning difficulties and disabilities.  Danielle mainly writes paranormal romance and horror stories. It has been her dream since the age of five to be a published author. In November she is due to have her first child who she hopes will share her love for stories and the supernatural. 

Maya's quiet life changes beyond recognition when she meets and falls in love with Adrian. Just when she thinks her life of loneliness and pain is over, she learns that Adrian has a secret. The shy but sexy guitarist is tormented by blood lust. He and his fellow band members are vampires. Their leader, Nicholas, believes they are messengers of God sent to do His will by murdering the sinners of the world. Maya fights for her life and sanity as she tries to save Adrian from Nicholas' grasp.

Read an excerpt

Bashful and anticipating, I searched his face for any signs that he desired the same thing as I did. His expression was serious as he looked into my eyes, and I returned the gaze. I found what I had hoped for. He moved his yearning eyes downwards to my lips as he slowly began to close the space between us. His hand left mine and made its way up to my face and gently caressed my cheek. My hand held onto his waist, lightly. Adrian’s lips softly touched mine as I closed my eyes, taking in everything. His lips were cold, but enticing and delicate. It felt like bliss as they moved tenderly with mine.

It was over far too quickly. His face pulled away from mine, ever so slightly.

Adrian breathed, contentedly, “This must be a dream…”

He moved in again.

A dream? Yes. It felt like such a sweet dream. I suddenly remembered the dream I had had. His blood mixing with my milk, tainting it. But in that moment…that was all I wanted.

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Sneak Peek Sunday Blog Hop

This week you have the chance to take a sneak peek at my WIP, the third book in The Ruthin Trilogy, The Ruthin Pact.

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Bliss felt different. She could see and hear better than ever. Her sense of smell was almost debilitating. Some odors sickened her from afar they were so out of tune with what she now thought of as her heightened senses.

She hadn’t told Devon any of this, and right then as she began to walk down the path towards the woods at the end of their garden she leapt over a big patch of mud. It had rained heavily in the night and the whole area was still drenched. Huge muddy puddles littered the field and path to the woods.

Bliss leapt, and to her amazement found herself at least ten feet away from the perimeter of the mud patch. She landed softly and almost in slow motion turned to see where she had begun the leap. Her eyes widened as she realized just how far she had travelled in that single leap, and without much effort too, she told herself.

She looked around to check if anyone might have seen her. There was no one around. Bliss sighed wondering what else she could now do that was previously not within her abilities. She’d been taking the drink prepared for her by Tara and Balthazar for only six days. Two days ago, the changes had become apparent to her. Prior to that, she had been her normal self she reasoned. The changes were sudden and she decided, unwelcome, because she didn’t know what might happen next. She continued walking towards the woods intending to walk all the way through them. She’d discovered it was a short cut to Ffion’s place.

Bliss was going to discuss the latest happenings regarding Elise and Drew with Ffion. It had been a fraught few days.

The day after Drew and Elise secretly made their getaway to the coast, Seth, Balthazar, and Devon went to Drew’s house. They had the plan to immobilize Drew, grab back Elise, and then suspend Drew’s life force. Devon was relieved when no one was there. Thankfully, Maryanne had left only twenty minutes earlier, and the place was clean as a whistle, especially the small, French desk drawer in the front drawing room, where there had been quite a wad of money.

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My hook is from Devon Ruthin and a Vampire in Love, 

Bliss took up her reading. It was midnight before she stirred again. The book had become hard to put down now. The heroine was in love with two men. There were adventures with time travel, and strange happenings offset by the love shared amongst the main characters.

Bliss wanted to picture the two love interests of the heroine, but she couldn’t, even though their descriptions were detailed and enticing. She had never met real men who approached the level of these characters in looks, or behavior. People in the public eye, movie stars, and such, she could not think of any that she found attractive enough to picture as she read the book.

These characters were special for Bliss. She felt desperation as she finally showered and got into bed. She wanted to have something happen in her life that would lift her from the solitary existence that had befallen her.

Trying to sleep, she imagined being with one of the characters. He would hold her close and whisper against her lips, the way she had read he did with the girl in the book. He would fall in love with Bliss and they would walk in the bluebell wood, his arm around her, talking about the adventure they had just shared together.

Bliss sighed; she was not able to picture this properly. She could not believe any more that she would meet someone who would love her. It had been so long since she had been asked out, or approached at all by a man. Well four years actually, she thought, counting back, and finding it closer to five years since she had a relationship.

She had been nineteen. She had met him at a party, a slim hipped young man, dressed in black, his hair unfashionably long, his green eyes inviting her to fall in love, which she had.

It had been eight months of pure pleasure. She had felt lovely in his gaze, sexy in the warmth of his arms, invincible as they did everything together, always inseparable.

What had happened she thought, what had really happened? He had not let her down easily. He had simply dropped her, one day there, the next gone with a group of friends to Australia for a year. Maybe for good the letter had said. It had shaken her to the core; she could not believe he had done it. Bliss had rung him at once. The letter was pushed through her door by hand in the night so that she expected him to be somewhere she could contact him. His cell phone was off. She had rung his home, where his mother had said he had already left, that the plane taking him away had been at five in the morning. Maybe Bliss could email, because he would check that on his stopover in Singapore. His mother had sounded sympathetic as she told Bliss this and it had made Bliss cry.

Bliss remembered the email she had sent him, and how it had been answered. He had written back, ‘please accept that we are over. I will remember you because we had fun together, but I will not reply to any other correspondence’. That had hurt Bliss more than she could describe to her Dad, her sister, and any friend who would listen to her sad tale.

Bliss hugged herself right then as she shrank in her bed remembering this awful time, and then she lay straight again staring into the darkness of her room. It was close to one-thirty in the morning and she sighed noticing this on the big face of the digital clock on her bedside table. How was it possible that she had met no one else, that not one guy had asked her out in four years? She knew she would be tired the next day when it was time to get up for work, and the more she tried to sleep, the more worried she became about not being able to cope the next day. This job had stripped her of her natural resilience, and the vitality she could have enjoyed. She felt old, and then trying to stop this dive into melancholy she told herself twenty-four was not even remotely old.

Sometime between two-thirty and three in the morning, Bliss fell asleep.

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