Mrs. Blackwood (Lord Impaler Series) by A.D. Wayne Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Mrs.
Blackwood
Lord
Impaler Book 1
by
A.D. Wayne
Genre:
Horror, Paranormal Romance
Coralie
was looking forward to another restful summer in her favorite
location. Her life has always been routine, and she thrives on the
quiet that her getaway location has to offer. This summer, however,
is nothing normal.
She
is about to learn that everything she thought was nothing more than
folklore is real, and it’s more terrifying in person than it is in
the books. As her world turns upside down, she must learn to navigate
a new reality and possibly resist the charms of the Sheriff of the
South, Damian Blackwood. Although she is intrigued by him, there is a
side of him that terrifies her more than she is willing to admit.
There
is something at play in the mansion owned by Mr. Blackwood. Dark
forces are teaming, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Coralie is about to learn that she might not survive the summer and
that there are more secrets lurking that are waiting to be
discovered…
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When
Coralie started writing, she had come up with short stories about
historical houses. Those that bore strange, and dark pasts stained in
blood, treason, or curses. All were related to supernatural beings
and legends that always fascinated her. Not that she believed in
vampires or anything, but she did enjoy writing about them. When she
got her first contract with a publishing house, Coralie was asked to
write more. and so, she came up with her first novel that took place
in a ghost town. ow, she had decided to push the boundaries a little
more. She wanted to write a series about a real vampire, that was
rumored to live in the woods of Raleigh near her rented summerhouse.
The house was on the land of an old colonial mansion known as the
Bourbon House. The
night was warm and comfortable. Coralie was enjoying the firmament in
the quietest part of southwest Raleigh. The trees were tall and
mature, giving the street she walked on an enchanting feel, as their
leaves danced in the wind. Coralie admired the flower bushes, some of
them in early bloom while others were still deprived of flowers.
However, they still looked beautiful. She had her hands in her
sweater pockets, headphones on and she was listening to her favorite
country music station, thinking about moving down to North Carolina.
After shopping for her groceries, and meeting warm, welcoming people,
she thought this could be a town she would finally be happy to live
in, she was tired of the never-ending winters of the north. I
always said I was born in the wrong place. The
wind suddenly changed, and Coralie stopped walking. Upwards, the tree
leaves changed direction. Downwards, shadows moved. Coralie was not
an easy woman to scare. Supernatural researchers in many
investigations had often invited her to study
their cases with them, and write a blurb or two about them for their
blogs, podcasts, and other media outlets. She had even spent the
night in the famous haunted Colorado resort hotel from that horror
movie everyone was talking about. Also, Coralie wasn’t that easy to
take down. I might be a little rusty, but I’m pretty sure it’ll
come back to me fast. Coralie had studied
both tae kwon do and jujutsu, and knew very well how to defend
herself. For an exceptionally long time, she had fought against her
shyness and her lack of self-confidence. Because her first boyfriend
was a martial arts teacher, he convinced her to give it a shot. Now,
she owned black belts in both arts, and had learned to defeat her
stage fright when attending book conventions. Come
on, show yourself. She
was not expecting anything like this. Four dark figures appeared –
four men, dressed all in black. Their skin was as pale as the
moonlight, and carried a subtle blue glow. Their eyes were bright,
reflecting a bright specular light that seemed lifeless. However,
looking closer, she could see their eyes were as red as a rose.
Coralie stepped back, took off her headphones and she widened her
stance, lowering her body, ready to defend herself for the first time
in her life. Confident in her skills, taking four people down should
be doable for someone as strong as her, she tried to convince
herself. Fangs?
Those people are vampire wannabes. I thought I was in Raleigh, not
Transylvania! This should be very easy, she thought. “You are new here,
aren’t you, little bloodbag?” One of the men said eyeing her. “Bloodbag?” Coralie
repeated in a monotone voice, showing her annoyance to the quartet. “Oh, but what have we
here? A quicklife that thinks she’s at the top of the food chain!”
One said while circling her with a noticeably light footstep as he
looked into her eyes. “Quicklife?
Seriously, you guys need to get a life outside this roleplay you’re
doing.” Coralie replied as she turned her back on them, but not
without paying attention to their every sound; they
were incredibly quiet, which was disconcerting. As
she moved her head up to look confidently in front of her, the leader
of the four appeared before her eyes. She wanted to scream, she had
to admit, but she couldn’t
show them her fears. He wore a black suit, and he must have been
about her age, although and a little taller than she was. He had a
unique sea scent that emanated from his pale white skin. “I’ll
have her.” “Excuse
me, Dracula?” “Oh,
how I wish.” He
brought his hand next to her chin, and used his fingers to lift her
head up moving her it from side to side. Coralie quickly hooked his
elbow and forced him down on his knees, pushing her own into his
back. The man growled, she violently dislocated his shoulder,
shouting at the top of her lungs, “Who’s next!” One
threw himself at her. Coralie pulled his arm, used his momentum, and
shoved him against the oak tree. As the other moved in, she was about
to propel herself to kick the man in the chest with her foot, but she
felt the leader restraining her. Impossible,
I dislocated his arm from his shoulder! She
thought with a jolt. There was no time to
think. Coralie used the man’s grip as leverage to lift her body up
and squeeze the man’s head between her knees. She applied so much
pressure that she could feel his throat slowly collapsing, but
strangely, the man was still smiling widely. The leader let go of her
and she quickly contracted her abs, giving herself a swing, had a man
with the broken pipes fell back onto the asphalt. “You are a fighter. I
love it when my preys are skilled!” The leader screamed, with his
arm strangely back in place. “I am nobody’s
prey!” Coralie shouted as she witnessed all four still ready to
fight, and just as strong as they were when she first saw them. In the blink of an eye,
all four were circling her. Coralie was not about to surrender, but
it was clear that something strange was going on. She was about to
believe that vampires truly existed, and she heard the leader
ordering his bodyguards to step back. “I
will make her mine, and then, she’ll be my source of nourishment.
I’ll have her fight me again and again.” The man laughed as he
eyed her. His fangs out, he violently pulled Coralie toward him, and
with strength more significant than she had ever felt, for the first
time she sensed as if her body weighed a ton. She was unable to move
or fight. One tear rolled down her face the moment she was about to
be forced to surrender. “Stop!
Don’t you dare touch my fiancée.” A strong voice suddenly
thundered out from behind her. Coralie
saw a tall silhouette walking against the last of the street
lanterns, toward the dead-end where she was held against her will in
the arms of a supposed vampire that was ready to make her his main
course. “Blackwood? What are you doing here?” The man appeared a
little uneasy. “I
am the Duke of the southern states. I rule over these lands, and you
are holding my fiancée.” The newcomer replied with a cold voice. “I
see no ring, no mark, how do I know you are telling the truth?” the
leader said in a nasal voice. Coralie
listened to every word, still held firmly in place. She doubted she
could even try to attempt an escape. She was not engaged to anyone,
and at that moment, she wasn’t dating anyone either. Coralie didn’t
know anything about what was going on that night. “Her
ring is being sized, and I leave no mark. That woman has a career
that brings her to meet readers. I won’t compromise our existence.”
He walked toward her, and she saw his long black layered hair, and
his deep green hypnotizing eyes, and a shy smile. There was a cool
breeze that took over her mind, and she heard his voice whisper; “My
name is Damian Blackwood, trust me, I will save you. I promise.” Coralie
closed her eyes, and a few tears rolled down her face. She thought
she had lost her mind. She hoped when she opened her eyes she would
see that she was alone, and calling a therapist might take care of
the problem. But, she was still being held tightly against the
leader’s chest, and the tall, dark man was only a few feet away. “Is this true; are
you this vampire’s fiancée?” She
took a deep breath, thought carefully about all the possible
scenarios, sadly, none of them seemed to work in her favor. It was
either fight your way out of this hoping for the best,
or tell a lie and escape with, wait…a vampire? “Yes,
I am Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.” By
mentioning his name, she confirmed to the leader that she knew her
rescuer even though the leader believed moments ago she denied the
existence of vampires. She
tried to slowly back away, but when she was about to walk past Damian
who was speaking to the leader, she felt him grab her hand, and hold
her tight behind his back, as if protecting her from the quartet.
“You know, if this is a lie, I can still make her my bloodbag. My
Prime Giver and I would feed on her solely for the rest of her life,
which I would prolong by giving her my blood.” “You
know by threatening me, you are directly threatening my father, and
we both know you don’t want to upset my father,” Damian said,
staring the leader down. The
leader’s eyes widened, his brows lifted quickly before frowning. He
showed his fangs to Damian, who responded with a sardonic laugh. “I
will be back in three nights. If she is not your wife by then, I’m
taking her, and you will have to answer for your lies, Damian
Blackwood.”
A.D.
Wayne started writing before she knew how. Always surrounded by books
and encyclopedias, she was curious about what treasures lay hidden
within each page. Wayne wrote her first novel when she was only
twelve years old and continued to come up with new spooky stories
almost every day. Her passion for vampires and history, had her
fulfill her dream of becoming an author, who would make “monster
nerds” like herself happy. A.D. Wayne is obsessed with research,
dark sciences, writing, and always learning. She has diplomas in
editing, blogging, social media, self-publishing, creative writing,
novel writing, ufology, and astronomy. She is a Paranormal Expert
by Quora standards. She has a passion for learning, and her novels
reflect her ever-growing desire to know more about ancient history
and parapsychology. She writes twisted horror stories but doesn’t
forget to add the passion.
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