Hey, hey hey! Morning/Afternoon/Evening everyone! Happy #IndiePrideDay!
My name is Sharon Lipman and I write paranormal romance. Bound to Blackwood is my debut novel. Released last November, it’s the first in an intended series centred around Vampires in London and the home counties of England. I’m a MASSIVE fan of the genre but found modern tellings are usually based in America. I wanted to give a shout-out to my homeland and the places I grew up. I may be based in sunny Spain now, but I’m a true Brit at heart.
Where are you guys based and what do you enjoy reading?
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Do you think all Vampires are the same? Lena of House Blackwood begs to differ.
Lena is the female lead from Bound to Blackwood and last summer she deigned to take part in an interactive interview. She had A LOT to say. Check out the interview here
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I love all my characters – some are more challenging to write than others, some bug the hell out of me, but they all have their lovalble traits.
Who’d like to play a game? Just for fun, discover which character you are from Bound to Blackwood! Let me know in the comments who you got!
You can read about all the characters here
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Ready for an excerpt? I know I am. This is one of my favourite scenes from Bound to Blackwood. Let me know what you think!
Small, delicate hands butterflied across his chest as she leant forward to nuzzle his neck. His hips arched towards her and one of her hands dipped lower. His cock jumped as she ran her nails over his crotch, his jeans doing little to dull the sensation. It was all he could do not to come there and then. And they still had most of their clothes on. That needed to change. Right now.
As if reading his mind, Lena reached for his belt, then his fly. She lifted herself off him to pull his jeans down his long legs. She damn near broke his ankles when she wrenched his boots off and threw them halfway across the room. But the look of pure hunger on her face as she raked her eyes up his body was its own reward. If it meant he got to see that look again, he’d let her break every fucking bone in his body.
She stood, staring at him, wearing just her tight combat trousers. And those boots. Gods, he loved those boots.
She bent down to start tackling the umpteen buckles stretching from her ankles to her knees.
“Uh uh. Those stay on.”
Lena’s head snapped up. “What did you say?”
Thorn’s eyes sparkled as he stared at her. “I said, the boots stay on.”
More of an order than a statement, it sent a tantalising shudder through her, making her clench her thighs at the promise of what was to come.
“The boots stay on?” she asked, in case she’d misheard. She didn’t know Thorn could be so playful. It excited her.
There was one small problem. “Haven’t you forgotten about these?” she asked, tugging at her combats. She’d like to know how she was supposed to get them off and keep the boots on.
Thorn came up off the bed. Towering above her, he grabbed the front of her trousers and gave one hard yank. Lena wobbled forward but gasped as the fabric split at the seams. One more pull and what was left of her uniform and her underwear fell to the floor in tatters.
She stood there watching Thorn as he drank her in with hungry, golden eyes. His gaze went up her body from her boots to her lithe legs and lingered at the top of her thighs. I can be playful too, she thought as she widened her stance, a coy grin pulling her mouth.
Thorn’s white-hot gaze shot to her face, his eyes boring into her. Such heat, such hunger.
Lena couldn’t stand it any longer. She reached into his dark hair and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was hard, both their fangs fully extended, both needing, each starving for the other.
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Last but not least! To celebrate #IndiePrideDay I’m offering Bound to Blackwood FREE all weekend. Yup. That’s right! 100% free!
Would you surrender your soul for the love of the King?
Lena, a vampire and a Guardian of the Order, has been honour-bound to protect human souls all her life. Acting first and thinking second is what’s saved her skin time and again in the war against the Fallen, but her disregard for orders soon catches up with her when her boss is seriously injured. Forced to take responsibility for her actions, Lena is thrust into the path of her very own kryptonite; Thorn. The raw power of his soul calls to her and his mere presence lights a fire within her that she cannot contain. With Vampire magic waning and the race in crisis, can either of them afford to ignore Nature’s call? If they do, the future of the race is in jeopardy. If they don’t, they will both lose the most precious part of themselves. Their souls.
