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{Promo Event & Giveaway} Something Wicked by Carol Oates (@CarolOates @Omnificpub)

1/29/2015

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Infected by the vampire virus on the streets of Dublin in 1886, the search for a cure brought Henry Clayton to London and to the brink of madness. Salvation and friendship arrived in the form of Dougal, an immortal Highlander with a devilish sense of humor and a love of life.

Amidst turmoil in vampire society, Henry returns to modern day Dublin. The Circle, a cult determined to awaken their Celtic blood god, the first vampire, is once again active.

When Henry meets a young American woman who sees past his human pretense, he fears exposure. However, his fear is overshadowed by curiosity. What is the source of the strange energy between them? Why are vampires stalking her? Determined to find answers, Henry takes Ari into his home and under his protection.

As their connection grows, Henry begins to suspect Ari isn’t what she claims to be. Their shared history may hold the answers to his uncontrollable bouts of rage and thirst. Perhaps, even a cure for his wicked blood.
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Exclusive Excerpt - 

Doug came from the back yard carrying an armload of thick chains. The aroma of smoke and lighter fluid permeated the air, blown in by the sharp breeze. He glanced down at his bounty and raised an eyebrow.

“Look what I found in your shed. Do I want to know what you were planning to do with these? Something fun I hope.”

“I picked them up while I was out the other night. I thought you might want to use them on me at some point.”

He chuckled. “Aye, you’re a fine looking man, Clay, but not my type.”

“In the event I lost control,” I clarified. “I don’t want to hurt Ari.”

He scowled, his lips pinching up in disapproval. The chains clanked against the quartz countertop of the island. “Well, at least it’s convenient. Will you please reconsider leaving now?”

“I can’t.”

He rolled his eyes.

I took a blood bag from the fridge and poured it into a large glass. “It’s hard to explain it. I can’t leave.”

“How long do we have before—” his eyes flickered upward “—wakes up?”

“He looks like he went a few rounds with a truck, so a while yet.”

Doug dragged his fingered through his hair. “I wish I didn’t have to ask…”

“It was Ari.”

He huffed out a breath. “What happened while I was gone?”

“Four of them came in as soon as daylight faded. I fought off three and the fourth got to Ari.”

Doug began to pace slowly and shook his head as though trying to work something out. He tilted his head sideways and an eyebrow arched into his ruffled fringe. “And she took care of him?”

I dipped my head once.

“I knew it wasn’t normal how she just took everything.” He rolled his hand toward himself, illustrating his point.

“I really don’t need an I told you so.”

Doug stopped across from me. “I wasn’t going to offer one.” He tapped the counter with his knuckle, his knowing green eyes piercing through me. “What else?”

I took a swig of blood, biding some time. “We talked and we kissed.”

He waited a moment while I finished the glass and rinsed it. However, I wasn’t inclined to share the details.

“Just a wee kiss, eh? Anyone ever tell you that you’ve a gift for bad timing and understatement, Henry Clayton?”  A moment later he expression hardened. “I want this to be a good thing. I want to believe it’s real, but you have to admit the timing is all screwed up.

“You don’t have to tell me. When I kissed her, it was like the end of the world.”

He laughed. “Exactly how a good canoodle should be.”

About The Author - 

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Carol Oates came into the world on Christmas morning, in an elevator. Raised just across the street from the childhood home of Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, it was only a matter of time before Carol’s love of all things supernatural would emerge. 
She began experimenting with fiction at school and keeps the notebook containing her first unpublished novel in her desk drawer. Over three decades later, all her stories still begin life scrawled on paper. 
When not writing, Carol can be found exploring history, old buildings, castles, and tombs. 

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