QSFer Kim Fielding has a new MM paranormal book out:
Love is a high-stakes game.
A century and a half ago, Ante Novak died on a Croatian battlefield—and rose three days later as a vampire. Now he haunts Las Vegas, stealing blood and money from drunken gamblers and staying on the fringe of the powerful vampire organization known as the Shadows. His existence feels empty and meaningless until he meets beautiful Peter Gehrardi, who can influence others with his thoughts.
An attraction flares instantly, bringing a semblance of life to Ante’s dead heart. But the Shadows want Peter too, and they’re willing to kill to get him. As Ante and Peter flee, they learn more about themselves and each other, and they discover that the world is a stranger place than either of them imagined. With enemies at their heels and old mistakes coming back to exact a price, how can Ante and Peter find sanctuary?
Kim is giving away an audiobook version of Flux, narrated by Joel Leslie. For a chance to win, comment on the post below.
“Y-y-you…,” Peter stuttered. “You bit me. You drank my blood!”
Blood. Ante pounced onto the bed. Peter tried to push him away but was no match for Ante, who held Peter’s hands aside while giving his neck a few rough licks. Then Ante stood again. “That stops the bleeding,” he said. He felt very naked.
Peter didn’t seem especially concerned about the current state of his neck. He sat up shakily. “You bit me. You have fucking fangs and you bit me and you drank my blood!”
“Just a bit. A few mouthfuls. Not enough to harm you.” The disclaimers sounded weak even to Ante’s ears.
Ante nodded, then shrugged. “Vampire.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to bite. I’m sorry. I usually have more control than that.”
Ante lifted his upper lip to better reveal his fangs. “Real.”
“But that’s not—”
Before Peter could finish his sentence, Ante tasted Peter’s blood still lingering in his mouth and remembered his own revelation. “What are you?” he demanded.
“Wh-what do you mean? You’re the one with the fucking Dracula teeth!”
“Boli me kurac!” Ante roared and then, acknowledging the rare lapse into his native tongue, made an effort to calm himself. “I have fed from hundreds of humans. Thousands. I know what humans taste like. They don’t taste like you.” Peter’s flavor was better. More complex, with a slight effervescent tingle like champagne bubbles on the tongue.
Peter shrank against the headboard, looking terrified and lost. “I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered.
And it was the damnedest thing, but Ante believed him.
Kim Fielding has migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States and currently lives in California. She’s a university professor who dreams of being able to travel and write full-time. She also dreams of having two perfectly-behaved children, a husband who isn’t obsessed with football, and a house that cleans itself. Some dreams are more easily obtained than others.
In addition to the novels she has written under her nom de plume, Kim has published successful textbooks, one now in its third edition and one in the fourth.
Kim donates 100% of the royalties from her novels Stasis, Flux, and Equipoise and from her self-published stories and audiobooks to Doctors Without Borders.