Ghosts and Goblins and Things That Go Bump In The Night - IT'S HALLOWEEN #halloween #paranormal #vampires #plparker #romance

Ghosts and Goblins and things that go bump in the night! Fun?  Maybe but at least time for a good scare!

In tune with the coming scary holiday, my vampire romance novel, ABSOLUTION, will be free on Amazon on October 31 and November 1.  Stop by and download your copy and be ready to step through the gate to the unknown.

Link: https://www.amazon.com/Absolution-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B07NZ436FV/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FUDC49HLTS7T&keywords=absolution+by+p.l.+parker&qid=1698610392&sprefix=absolution+by+p.l.+parker%2Caps%2C838&sr=8-1

See you there - and Happy Halloween!

Patsy

Did I mention I've self-published Absolution? Check out the new cover art!

I might have forgotten to mention that I've self-published Absolution and the amazing Stevie De Tarano designed the new cover.  Love it!  Anyway, if you like paranormal, vampire romances and humor, you might like this one.

Blurb for Absolution:

From the mists of time…dark powers arise.
Born in blood and entombed for six hundred years, the dhampir Chloe awakens.
Zaccarius, the most feared Slayer of all, is sent to determine her worth and, if necessary, to render justice. Enthralled by the purity of her mind, he becomes her protector, only to fall beneath the armies of the Dark Master Jochad.
Ancient and dying, Jochad demands Chloe choose—her blood for the life of her lover!

Just $1.99 on Amazon.  Buy Link:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07NZ436FV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i8

Patsy
P.L. Parker
www.plparker.net

Saturday Snippet - Absolution

Snippet for your enjoyment from my vampire romance Absolution!

He paused, skimming the index with one pudgy finger. “I think the first thing we need to do is teach her to fly. That way, she can escape if she needs to.”

“I canst not fly! I told you that.”

Shauna patiently explained. “You’re a vampire. According to legend, vampires can fly.”

“Well, the mean guy doesn’t really fly. He just kind of dissolves,” Earl pointed out.

“Actually, she’s not a vampire,” Benny said, scanning a page. “She’s a dhampir—half vampire, half human.”

“Dhampir. Vampire. What’s the difference?”

“I haven’t read that far yet.”

“P’raps if I be not a vampire, I canst not fly,” Chloe interjected, hoping to put an end to the absurd discussion.

“Let’s see.” Benny read on. “No…no, even half-vamp, you still have powers.” His brows lifted. “Don’t you remember?”

“About what?”

“You know…  Twice, when you got pissed, your eyes glowed red and your nails got long and creepy. We all saw it!”

Shauna and Earl nodded, affirming his statement.

Pain pounded at her temples. Frustrated and dismayed, Chloe strode to the window, looking out over the sea of lights. Though late, the city was alive with night revelers, frolicking without care, unaware that Jochad’s minions lurked in the dark corners, feeding on the unwary. Her stomach cramped. It was a while since she’d fed as well, but unless Earl had found sustenance, she would have to wait.

New cover and lower price. $1.99 on Amazon.  

Link:  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07NZ436FV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i6

Self-Publishing and Pulling Out My Hair

I just recently found out that the publisher who had my novel, Absolution, was closing its doors as of January 1, 2019.  Because of money constraints, I undertook publishing the novel myself.  Mind you, I do have other books that I have self-published but I didn't do the work myself. I hired someone to do it!  But I put on my big girl panties and decided to do the dirty deed.  I spent hours sweating over the manuscript to bring it up to date and clean up parts of it and, finally, the big moment came when I couldn't think of anything else to do but get it uploaded.  I downloaded Kindle Create and began the long process.  I did learn, though, that when I found an error, instead of canceling the whole project and starting over, I could correct in the program. DUH!  Finally, it looked the way I thought it should look so I saved the manuscript and began the upload. I'd had Stevie De Taranto create my cover art so I was ready. Teeth gritted, I worked my way through the process, expecting any moment to blow up the program, but I got through it.  Later on this evening, I got word from Amazon that Absolution was live! I'd done it! Wahoo! *she wipes the sweat from her brow*

Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NZ436FV/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?keywords=absolution+by+p.l.+parker&qid=1550818035&s=gateway&sr=8-1-fkmr0

I hope you'll drop on over there and snag yourself a copy!

Patsy
P.L. Parker

Vampires - Love 'Em or Leave 'Em

My childhood was filled with scary movies. My older sisters dragged me to every scary film there ever was, and back in my childhood, you could go to the Saturday matinee - which always involved two movies for the price of 20 to 25 cents per child.  It was a win/win situation for my family. Mom got some alone time and we kids got to go to the movie.  Although at times, I would rather have stayed home, given the amount of horror films I witnessed during that time of my life.  

Vampire movies were the bane of my existence, but I have to admit, now I love watching them.  


Nosferatu (one I have never seen) was a silent picture that was produced in 1922, the very first vampire movie. Ugly as sin and his image evoked the very heart of evil.  




Me, I'd rather watch a movie or TV series where the bad guy is a hunk - like Gerard Butler as Dracula.






Or, Alex O'Loughlin in Moonlight

Or, Alexander Skarsgard in True-Blood

Or, Luke Evans in Dracula Untold

Or Lyle Schmid in Blood Ties!










And for you male bloggers, who can forget Kate Beckinsale in the Underworld movies?  

So many to choose from so why waste your time on the hideous ones?

In the spirit of Halloween, I'm giving away an e-copy of Absolution! My first and only vampire love story.  Leave a comment to be entered to win!

Happy Halloween!

Vampires Need Love? Sunday Snippet! #chicklit #parnormalromance #booklovers

I find it funny how vampires have evolved over the decades. From the ugly Nosterafu of early films...

To the handsome, albeit predatory, vampires of modern day. 

It is said vampires have the ability to shapeshift, turn into mist, fly through the air, see like a cat in the dark, and have extended lives.  Their big drawback is the fact that they have to drink blood, and preferably on the hoof – and human. Kind of takes the thrill out of meeting one. Fangs would also be a problem.  Who really wants to kiss someone with huge fangs and bad breath is reported to be an attribute the vampire are said to have.  Modern writers have transformed some of the evildoers into sexy defenders of the unwary – which isn’t all bad.

Vampires have existed in the lore of many cultures for centuries. Tales of blood-drinking spirits are considered to be the precursors of modern day vampires.  Almost every ancient culture had its own bloodsucker, notably the goddess Sekhmet of Egypt.  

We love them all! Nothing like the fear of the dark to heighten the senses, or the tantalizing dream of living forever to fuel the imagination. 

If you enjoy paranormal romances, those with vampires as lovers, you might like my novel. 

Absolution by P. L. Parker

One who doesn't know she's a vampire? And only by absolution can she be saved.



Book video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TU0EHWSz054

Excerpt: 

The huge warrior, Zaccarius, stalked forward, shoving him aside.  Chloe hissed, barring her fangs at the intruder, her eyes glazed with heat. 

“Stay away!” She spat, raising clawed hands.

A grim smile twisted the warrior’s lips.  “Do not fight me, little one!”

Quick as lightening, she struck out, clawing a shallow red gash across his chest.

Zaccarius’ lips thinned.  “It will go better for you if you do not fight me!”

Chloe slashed again, flitting across the room.  “Get away!” she screeched, “afore I kill ye!”

Determined, he pursued her, gliding easily out of reach when she attacked.  She feinted to the side and then spun, slashing the air.

“I will hurt ye,” she growled, spitting defiance.

“I suspect you’ll try.”

“I do not want to,” she whispered, but struck again. 

Zaccarius detected a forlorn glimmer peeking from the depths of her heated eyes.  She wasn’t fighting to win.  She was fighting to protect him.  Inwardly, he grinned.  The skirmish was almost over.

Forced into a corner, she crouched, ready to spring.  The moment her eyes drifted, seeking an escape, he pounced, wrestling her to the ground and pinning her while she thrashed and kicked, raking his back with sharpened nails.  She fought as a wild thing, arching back and bucking, attempting to dislodge him.  The cords of her neck strained with tension as she snapped at his neck, pinching skin as her fangs found tissue.  So inhumanly strong, but so utterly female! 

With her every motion, his body reacted.  Long forgotten needs surfaced – needs he’d not felt since he was human.

With one expert flip, he threw her over his shoulder and marched into a nearby bedroom.  Flicking the bolt across, he locked the door behind him and tossed the little wildcat onto the huge bed.  Bouncing up, she flew at him, claws extended, going for his face.  He caught her effortlessly and tossed her back.  Now that she was removed from the dimwitted duo and their female cohort, he was enjoying the strenuous encounter.  She would not give in easily and he exulted in her uncontrolled attack.  It had been too long since he’d enjoyed the tender caresses of a lusty female - albeit an unwilling one.  And given time and the right instruction, she would make a powerful adversary in the war against the dark ones.  He just needed to convince her.

“Chloe!” he barked.  “Stop!  Remember who you are!”

“Nay,” she growled, hissing like a furious cat.  “Tis too late!”

She launched herself at him, using the bed as a springboard.  In a blur of motion, he threw up a forearm, covering his face.  They collided with a loud thump, going down in a writhing heap of fangs and slashing claws. Rolling over, he held her prone while she thrashed, snarling, snapping and mouthing epithets.  Held thus, he studied her, entranced by the fine texture of her silken skin, the pert well-formed nose and full, luscious lips, stretched now over extended canines.  Tiny but exquisite, she was rounded in all the right places.  Her breasts, flattened against his chest, were full and soft, and he longed to caress them, licking the nipples to taut peaks.  Lodged between her thighs, he waited for the storm to pass.

Unexpectedly, she lunged upward, piercing his throat. As she drank, he experienced a brief moment of discomfort and then his mind burst as soul-wrenching sexual need flooded his being, burgeoning up in uncontrolled waves of primitive heat.  His fangs descended.  A red haze blurred his vision. 

Chloe stiffened, pulling back.  Stunned and horrified, eyes flaring, she gasped, lush lips trembling with fear and humiliation.

“I didst not mean such,” she whispered, tears glistening in her incredible eyes.  “Ye must destroy me afore I hurt the innocent.”

“But you didn’t,” he rasped, his voice guttural with need.  “Even in blood lust, you didn’t hurt anyone.”

“But I attacked ye and took blood,” she cried, stricken. 

He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of lilies.  “We are what we are,” he murmured, licking her throat with sensual intent.  “We didn’t choose this life, it was thrust on us.  What matters is how we continue.  Taking blood is the only way to survive, but we don’t have to kill to do it - and none need to remember us afterwards.  I’ll teach you how.”

“Ye canst not teach me what I doest not wish to know.”

The temptation to sample her body becaume an almost overwhelming need, but kissing her was the only possible response considering the circumstances, and he did so, parting her lips and ravaging her mouth.  His blood lingered on her tongue, spicy and seductive.  The stiffness of her body lessened, curving deliciously against him. He pressed the attack, relishing her subtle response even as she fought to deny him.

Buy Link:  https://www.amazon.com/Absolution-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B004QGYCA8/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1529856551&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=absolution+by+p.l.+parke

'Twas Eight Days Before Christmas...

'Twas eight days before Christmas.... The gong of doom sounds! Cookies are made. The banana bread's baked! All should be good - except I haven't finished my shopping!  What happened?  In a normal year, I'd be feeling smug, enjoying the lull after the storm! But not this year! I'll have to venture out in the cold, amongst the hordes of crazy shoppers and pray that I can find those few amazing items still to complete my shopping list.  

I don't know about you, but I can only take shopping for about two hours and then I'm done! I find it hard to keep in the holiday spirit with so many insane people are out and about. I was actually standing by my shopping cart the other day when a young woman talking on her cell phone ran into me and knocked me out of the way! Did she even notice? No! Or if she did, she didn't care!

If I want that fat little man in the red suit to visit my house, guess I'd better get on the sleigh. So with nothing left to me, I will venture out, place myself in harm's way and finish what I started!  Next year though....


Patsy
P.L. Parker
www.plparker.com

It's October - Time for Some Vampire...Love?

Witches and ghosts, and things that go bump in the night.  It's the month of October, the month of Halloween.

Check under your beds, behind closed doors and in the dark corners. If you're lucky, you won't find anything.  If not.....

And during Halloween month, what could be better than some Vampire love?

Absolution - Excerpt:

.The huge warrior, Zaccarius, stalked forward, shoving him aside.  Chloe hissed, barring her fangs at the intruder, her eyes glazed with heat. 

“Stay away!” She spat, raising clawed hands.

A grim smile twisted the warrior’s lips.  “Do not fight me, little one!”

Quick as lightening, she struck out, clawing a shallow red gash across his chest.

Zaccarius’ lips thinned.  “It will go better for you if you do not fight me!”

Chloe slashed again, flitting across the room.  “Get away!” she screeched, “afore I kill ye!”

Determined, he pursued her, gliding easily out of reach when she attacked.  She feinted to the side and then spun, slashing the air.

“I will hurt ye,” she growled, spitting defiance.

“I suspect you’ll try.”

“I do not want to,” she whispered, but struck again. 

Zaccarius detected a forlorn glimmer peeking from the depths of her heated eyes.  She wasn’t fighting to win.  She was fighting to protect him.  Inwardly, he grinned.  The skirmish was almost over.

Forced into a corner, she crouched, ready to spring.  The moment her eyes drifted, seeking an escape, he pounced, wrestling her to the ground and pinning her while she thrashed and kicked, raking his back with sharpened nails.  She fought as a wild thing, arching back and bucking, attempting to dislodge him.  The cords of her neck strained with tension as she snapped at his neck, pinching skin as her fangs found tissue.  So inhumanly strong, but so utterly female! 

With her every motion, his body reacted.  Long forgotten needs surfaced – needs he’d not felt since he was human.

With one expert flip, he threw her over his shoulder and marched into a nearby bedroom.  Flicking the bolt across, he locked the door behind him and tossed the little wildcat onto the huge bed.  Bouncing up, she flew at him, claws extended, going for his face.  He caught her effortlessly and tossed her back.  Now that she was removed from the dimwitted duo and their female cohort, he was enjoying the strenuous encounter.  She would not give in easily and he exulted in her uncontrolled attack.  It had been too long since he’d enjoyed the tender caresses of a lusty female - albeit an unwilling one.  And given time and the right instruction, she would make a powerful adversary in the war against the dark ones.  He just needed to convince her.

“Chloe!” he barked.  “Stop!  Remember who you are!”

“Nay,” she growled, hissing like a furious cat.  “Tis too late!”

She launched herself at him, using the bed as a springboard.  In a blur of motion, he threw up a forearm, covering his face.  They collided with a loud thump, going down in a writhing heap of fangs and slashing claws. Rolling over, he held her prone while she thrashed, snarling, snapping and mouthing epithets.  Held thus, he studied her, entranced by the fine texture of her silken skin, the pert well-formed nose and full, luscious lips, stretched now over extended canines.  Tiny but exquisite, she was rounded in all the right places.  Her breasts, flattened against his chest, were full and soft, and he longed to caress them, licking the nipples to taut peaks.  Lodged between her thighs, he waited for the storm to pass.

Unexpectedly, she lunged upward, piercing his throat. As she drank, he experienced a brief moment of discomfort and then his mind burst as soul-wrenching sexual need flooded his being, burgeoning up in uncontrolled waves of primitive heat.  His fangs descended.  A red haze blurred his vision. 

Chloe stiffened, pulling back.  Stunned and horrified, eyes flaring, she gasped, lush lips trembling with fear and humiliation.

“I didst not mean such,” she whispered, tears glistening in her incredible eyes.  “Ye must destroy me afore I hurt the innocent.”

“But you didn’t,” he rasped, his voice guttural with need.  “Even in blood lust, you didn’t hurt anyone.”

“But I attacked ye and took blood,” she cried, stricken. 

He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of lilies.  “We are what we are,” he murmured, licking her throat with sensual intent.  “We didn’t choose this life, it was thrust on us.  What matters is how we continue.  Taking blood is the only way to survive, but we don’t have to kill to do it - and none need to remember us afterwards.  I’ll teach you how.”

“Ye canst not teach me what I doest not wish to know.”

The temptation to sample her body becaume an almost overwhelming need, but kissing her was the only possible response considering the circumstances, and he did so, parting her lips and ravaging her mouth.  His blood lingered on her tongue, spicy and seductive.  The stiffness of her body lessened, curving deliciously against him. He pressed the attack, relishing her subtle response even as she fought to deny him.