It’s the REBEL VAMPIRES Spring Sale! Read the award-winning vampires series here for only 
0.99 before my new REBEL ANGELS comes out on May 22nd!
0.99 before my new REBEL ANGELS comes out on May 22nd!BLOOD SHACKLES 0.99 SPRING SALE
See what readers are calling True Blood meets Interview with the Vampire!
Compelling. Gripping. A must read.
Hunted by humans, a vampire’s bought by his enemy’s daughter.
Light’s caught between breaking under the cruel training, or battling to hold onto the rebel inside.
“A true page-turner. Breathtaking.” – Underground Book Reviews, 5 Stars
Dare to venture into the thrilling pages of the award-winning REBEL VAMPIRES series and lose yourself in the story of Light: the British vampire who’s a lover, rebel, and anti-hero.
‘How about I write what it was like when you came to buy me? Maybe then you won’t leave me in isolation. A bloke’s got to hope or else he’s truly dead — and I’ve already tried that.
I didn’t fancy it much.
It was the rebirth that was glorious.’
Check out Books One and Three in the REBEL VAMPIRES series here!
Sale ends 8th May
Dare to venture into the thrilling pages of 
They say writing is solitary. But you’re only alone for the time you’re lost in the world of the first draft. After that? The book becomes your readers’, and the passion of those around you is what – as a writer – helps you fly.
I was entranced by the story of Scheherazade, the brave heroine who tricked a king. Scheherazade stopped the king beheading her (and any other woman) by telling him a compelling story, which always ended on a cliffhanger.
I’ve been working on 
What if your interrogator had been trained to hate you, but if you couldn’t convince them there were conspiracies, secrets and enemies risking the entire world…then you wouldn’t be the only one facing death?
Dive into the perfect escape: a sizzling supernatural world that will leave your heart pounding and your pulse racing. The 
‘Red flames dragon-like flew up into the silence of the night. There was the shatter of windows imploding. The smash of centuries-old walls falling in on themselves. The roar of panelled walls and that posh staircase turned to crackling, as ash billowed into the stormy sky. I’d seen it before on Mann. I’d been the cause. I’ve never been frightened of the flames. Yet this time..? The slavers hadn’t a scooby what they’d unleashed from the shadows – in all of us. Now I knew what this was more like – what we were – and it wasn’t freedom fighters. It was terrorists.’
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