My
first novel House of the Rising Son is
the story of Cheyenne, the incubus rocker, and his quest to live the life he
desires instead of the one his family has planned for him.
After
finishing the book, many people rushed to tell me they fell in love with the
sexy, reluctant hero. What made my heart sing, however, were the comments about
his relationship with his smart and quirky children. Readers wanted to know
more about them, particularly who were their mothers.
Take peek at Trevann’s upcoming release!
After Midnight
Prequel to House of the Rising Son
Living After Midnight Series
Jewell’s stepfather thinks she’s
worthless. She agrees. When she looks in the mirror she sees an overweight,
overemotional, overeating mess who can’t keep her fangs to herself.
Ria hails from a family of old
world vamps who'd be happy to share their wealth with her, if only she’d fall
in line. Fat chance, especially since being in that line includes not being
gay.
Being in love is easy for Ria and
Jewell—the young vampires belong together like vodka and tomato juice. Adding
Cheyenne, a talented and sexy incubus, to their union is the hot sauce in their
Bloody Mary. The only problem? Vampires and incubi are mortal enemies.
Despite the odds Ria, Jewell and
Cheyenne find their way to happiness. But Jewell is hiding a huge secret, one
that defies the laws of procreation: She’s going to have a baby.
While she tries to figure out how
to break the unbelievable news to her lovers, a horror from Jewell’s past
slithers into her present, forcing choices no one should have to make.
Will it be love or death? Happiness
or safety? She has until dawn to decide...and it's already After Midnight.
~~
Excerpt:
The choice between staying in on a Saturday
night to clean and going to see Cheyenne at his first real gig hadn’t been a
complicated decision. He was a world-class rocker who could play the guitar
like a fiend and had a voice that made you feel…everything. Or made you horny.
And fuck if she didn’t love him. Damn incubus.
She reached across him and caressed Jewell’s
side. Jewell’s eyes opened and she stared expressionless at the ceiling,
hyper-alert to danger. It always took a few moments after resurrecting for her
to remember where she was and who was with her, but since moving into their new
home it seemed to take even longer.
Ria sighed. She’d do anything if it would help
Jewell feel safe enough to die each dawn and awaken peacefully. “All is well,
Babydoll. It’s just me. Time to rise and twinkle with the stars.”
“Already?” Jewell scrunched her eyes and
blinked as if trying to focus them.
Cheyenne lay his head on the soft swell of
Jewell’s belly. “Didn’t we just go to bed?”
Ria kissed his back and licked a slow trail
down his spine. “Hours ago. Did we tucker out the poor little sex demon?”
“Not hardly, dead girl.”
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned
him to face her. “That’s undead girl,
thank you.” She bit his lower lip and let it drag between her teeth. “Show us
what you’ve got left.”
~~
Trevann
Rogers writes urban fantasy and
LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to
music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these
elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means
Living After Midnight.
You can find Trevann online at:
Twitter:
@TrevannRogers
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You can find the first book in the series, House of the Rising
Son on Barnes and Noble and Amazon. For information about buying AFTER MIDNIGHT, go to www.trevannrogers.com.
2 comments:
This sounds like a great book! Thank you NJ for posting this. I have never heard of this author and it's nice to read about new ones.
I'm enjoying having guest authors on Wednesdays. It's great to learn about new authors and books. Glad you're enjoying it too, Mary.
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