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Saturday, July 25, 2026

Night Times Trilogy - Paranormal Vampire Romance Thrillers - and a Giveaway #Romance #Paranormal #Vampire #Thriller #Trilogy #Giveaway

Eileen Sheehan is here to tell us about Night Times Trilogy, paranormal vampire romance thrillers.

There's also a great giveaway.

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The darkest hour is only the beginning in the world of shadows.


Night Times Book One

Night Times Trilogy 1

by Eileen Sheehan

Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance Thriller



For two hundred years, Ethan has haunted the shadows, carrying the heartbreak of losing Judith, the wife he loved before he was unwillingly turned into a vampire.

When he meets Arabella at a costume party, he's stunned by the similarities she shares with Judith. As their connection deepens, Ethan becomes convinced that Arabella is Judith reborn. But with her returning memories come dangerous secrets—knowledge from a centuries-old vampire-hunting society that could threaten the existence of every vampire alive.

Now, hunted by both a ruthless Vampire League and relentless vampire hunters, Ethan and Arabella find themselves caught in a deadly struggle between love, loyalty, and survival. As enemies close in and the past refuses to stay buried, Ethan must choose between losing Arabella forever or offering her the immortality that was forced upon him.

Night Times (Book One) begins a captivating vampire romance thriller trilogy that is filled with, forbidden love, deadly secrets, and a passion that defies time itself.

 

What readers are saying:

 

“For fans of supernatural thrillers involving vampires, Night Times has got everything they crave... Sheehan has created yet another immersive fantastical world full of vampires, witches, and monster hunters. The book is fast-paced, and since I was enjoying it so much, the pages just flew by….You're going to love this!”

 “… Sheehan doesn’t just focus on romance. She digs into what love and trust really mean when everything’s on the line. There’s also a raw look at what it means for a vampire to lose their humanity—how turning immortal tears you away from who you used to be, and from people you once knew. Immortality in this story isn’t just sparkling and forever-young; it comes with a price: isolation, loss, and sometimes the fading of your own sense of self. Still, there’s a flip side—it can mean never-ending love and the fierce desire to protect…… If you’re in the mood for a supernatural drama that goes beyond the usual tropes—one that really leans into the pain, the memories, and the kind of love that won’t quit—this book is definitely worth your time.”

  

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Prologue


The rain came down in silver threads and turned the road to black glass on the night that Ethan’s reality was changed forever.

He remembered that more clearly than he remembered his own face from that time. Faces changed in memory. They were smoothed by years and grief until they became something like paintings. But weather remained exact. The smell of wet earth. The sting of cold through wool. The way the world looked when it was nearly dark and every lamp in the distance seemed to float like a warning.

He had been running then from the thing that had already happened to him.

He had not yet learned that becoming a vampire did not feel like entering a new life. It felt like being torn from the old one with enough violence to leave a permanent shape in the soul. At first there had been only pain, then thirst, then a terrifying clarity that came with the hunger. He had not completely grasped what he was but that realization was soon to come.

And because he had understood that, he had run.

He stood now beneath the branches of the elm at the edge of the lane with the rain slipping through the leaves onto his face while he watched the light in his own house glow through the windows.

Home. The word struck him with unbearable force.

Inside, his wife and love of his life, Judith, would be setting down her sewing and folding the blanket over the arm of the chair. She would be waiting for him, although she might pretend not to be. She always pretended not to wait, as if waiting was too revealing a sort of love. But Ethan had always known. He had known by the way that she paused when she heard his footstep and by the way that she turned before he spoke while already smiling.

He’d spent three hours pacing the woods beyond the property line while fighting his own body as if it was a wild animal. His mouth still burned. His throat ached with a need so vast that it felt like a second heart beating where his was supposed to be. He had torn at his own cuff, bitten the inside of his mouth until it bled, and shoved his hands into the mud to keep from running back to the house.

The problem was that he could still smell her….

 

…“Stay where you are,” he gruffly ordered.

Her mouth slightly parted with fear. “You’re frightening me.”

He could not bear that. Not from her.

The room wavered at the edge of his vision. Hunger rose up in him with a vicious, animal certainty. And for one impossible instant he saw her as prey - not Judith, not wife, not the woman who had braided ribbons into her hair and fallen asleep reading beside the fire, but a pulse of life that he could take with one movement.

He stumbled backward.

Judith’s expression changed to alarm as she exclaimed, “Ethan!”

“No!” he bellowed. The word came out raw.

The flame shivered as she set the candle down too quickly and took a step toward him. “Tell me what happened.”

He violently shook his head. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth again, although he knew there was no wound there now. “You must not come near me.”…

 

…When Judith finally spoke, her voice was broken but steady. “Ethan.”

He closed his eyes. “Yes?”

Her voice trembled as she said, “Do not disappear from my life forever.”

That was the moment when he nearly broke. He put one hand on the doorframe to steady himself. When he spoke, his voice was almost gone. “I will try not to.”

Then he stepped out into the rain and left the house before the dawn could find him.

He never forgot the sound of the door closing behind him. He never forgot the way that Judith had stood in the light, frightened and loving and still reaching for him. And for the centuries that followed, through blood, hunger, survival, and loneliness so deep that it became a second skin, he carried one unbearable truth with him - the night he abandoned Judith, he had not yet understood that immortality was not the curse.

The curse was living long enough to remember the exact shape of the love that you were forced to leave behind.





Night Times Book Two

Night Times Trilogy 2



Arabella was supposed to be dead.

After faking her death to escape the vampires who want her gone, Arabella and Ethan disappear into Las Vegas, hoping to build a life free from fear, secrets, and bloodshed.

For six months, they succeed.

Then Olive discovers the truth.

Obsessed with Ethan and unwilling to accept his love for another woman, Olive sets out to destroy everything they've built. As jealousy turns to vengeance, Ethan and Arabella are thrust into a nightmare that will change them forever.

Filled with danger, betrayal, suspense, and immortal love, Night Times: Book Two is a gripping paranormal romance about how far people will go for love—and how deadly obsession can become.

 

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Night Times Book Three

Night Times Trilogy 3


Arabella survived death, but immortality comes with a price.

As she learns to embrace life as a vampire under Ethan's guidance, the memories of her torture and murder refuse to fade. While vampire society struggles to accept her return, Arabella secretly plots revenge against the vampires responsible for her suffering—including the woman who wanted her dead.

One by one, her enemies begin to disappear.

As fear spreads through the vampire community and suspicion grows, Arabella must balance her thirst for vengeance with the future she's building alongside Ethan. But some wounds can only heal in darkness, and some debts can only be paid in blood.

Night Times: Book Three is a dark paranormal romance filled with vengeance, passion, secrets, and a love strong enough to survive death.

 

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Eileen Sheehan is an Internationally published, Best Selling and Award-Winning author of paranormal romance thrillers & horror for the mature adult. A professional and full-time spiritual advisor and holistic practitioner for over 30 years, the majority of her 76+ novels feature the paranormal, but some are novels about people in love, and a very few are self-help. Eileen incorporates experiences through the years along with her imagination to provide the best believable and entertaining read possible. As the years progressed, so has her writing style. Although she still includes romance and strives for a happily ever after ending, her stories tend to have more mystery, thrills, and a touch of horror in them.

A former busy working mother (who is now a laid-back grandmother), Eileen understands the value of time. She makes it a point to write novels that are able to be enjoyed in one or two evenings.

 

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Wednesday, February 4, 2026

MFRW Book Hooks - Witchy Woman - Erotic Paranormal Romance - NEW Release - Witch - Vampire - Blood Slave - Tina Donahue Books #EroticParanormalRomance #BloodSlave #LasVegas #SwitchedPowers

 


Check out these great authors' works 

for some seriously super reads!


A witch against sorcery, a reluctant vampire...

The Biggest Dog She'd Ever Seen.

Celebrating (?) Snow

Melody is back in town - Australian romance

The Duke stared, open-mouthed, at countess

Your gun or mine... (M Blackbird)

Ten years and then - Cousin Bianca!


NEW RELEASE!


Witchy Woman
(Vampire Quest Book 1)

(Releases Feb 7)


A witch who's ditched sorcery...
A down-on-his-luck vampire...
One fateful encounter between them
that could be pure magic.


Erotic Paranormal Romance
Blood Slave
Las Vegas
Unexpected Lovers
Switched Powers

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way—through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.


TEASERS







Excerpt from Chapter One:

WREN

My mother thinks I’m nuts. My relatives avoid me like the plague. Buddies I’ve had since forever have mostly turned their backs on me.

Why?

Because I’ve chosen the one thing no self-respecting witch has ever done to my knowledge… I’ve turned my back on magic.

The bus I’m on lumbers toward my place of employment, a Las Vegas strip club. I want to try things the mortal way for a change. However, that doesn’t mean I’m shy. Besides, stripping is one of the few things I can do without any advanced training, which I never had to take because I am a witch. Damn, fate really screwed me for the real world.

Bummed, I sag in my seat. Despite my attire—calling the scant stuff I wear a costume is being generous—no one on this bus notices my near nudity. Their attention remains glued to their phones, their gazes vacant.

Except for the bus driver.

He regards me in the rearview mirror then slowly drags his tongue over his thick lips and grins.

Ew.

I suppress a shudder and give him the finger instead. If that doesn’t get his eyes back on the road, I’ll twist his head around until it’s facing me, permanently.

He gets the hint and concentrates on his driving.

I blow out a relieved breath and make it to my stop without further incident.

The outside air is balmy, the sky splashed with glittering stars. Hard bass pumps from inside the club. Ready to boogie, I grab the handle for the staff entrance but don’t open the door.

For some reason I can’t.

Expectation floods me as it never has. My skin tingles and my breath catches…as if something exciting and new is going to happen tonight.

An event that might totally change my entire existence.

 

ROMAN

Let’s get something straight from the get-go. For those mortals seeking eternal youth and a never-ending life, thanks to Botox, exercise, or selling their souls to Satan—which is fucking hardcore and stupid—I have one thing to report.

Immortality sucks. Being a vampire blows. Big-time.

I slump in my chair, overwhelmed by an endless future I never asked for and don’t want. Being a mortal with a sell-by date on my existence was fine with me, no matter what anyone else prefers. Different strokes, I say. Despite my liberal attitude toward existence, did I get what I wanted even though I was minding my own damn business?

Hell no.

I gulp whiskey faster than I ever guzzled water. Unfortunately, the booze has the same effect on me. Rather than a pleasant buzz I came to expect as a mortal, I now experience nada, zilch, zero.

Yet I keep drinking, hoping for the best when only blood will ease my craving.

I am so screwed.



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Sunday, February 1, 2026

Witchy Woman - Erotic Paranormal Romance - NEW Release - Witch - Vampire - Blood Slave - Tina Donahue Monthly Newsmagazine #EroticParanormalRomance #BloodSlave #Giveaways #EyeCandy



NEW RELEASE!

Witchy Woman
(Vampire Quest Book 1)

(Releases Feb 7)


A witch who's ditched sorcery...
A down-on-his-luck vampire...
One fateful encounter between them
that could be pure magic.


Erotic Paranormal Romance
Blood Slave
Las Vegas
Unexpected Lovers
Switched Powers

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way—through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.


TEASERS







Excerpt from Chapter One:

WREN

My mother thinks I’m nuts. My relatives avoid me like the plague. Buddies I’ve had since forever have mostly turned their backs on me.

Why?

Because I’ve chosen the one thing no self-respecting witch has ever done to my knowledge… I’ve turned my back on magic.

The bus I’m on lumbers toward my place of employment, a Las Vegas strip club. I want to try things the mortal way for a change. However, that doesn’t mean I’m shy. Besides, stripping is one of the few things I can do without any advanced training, which I never had to take because I am a witch. Damn, fate really screwed me for the real world.

Bummed, I sag in my seat. Despite my attire—calling the scant stuff I wear a costume is being generous—no one on this bus notices my near nudity. Their attention remains glued to their phones, their gazes vacant.

Except for the bus driver.

He regards me in the rearview mirror then slowly drags his tongue over his thick lips and grins.

Ew.

I suppress a shudder and give him the finger instead. If that doesn’t get his eyes back on the road, I’ll twist his head around until it’s facing me, permanently.

He gets the hint and concentrates on his driving.

I blow out a relieved breath and make it to my stop without further incident.

The outside air is balmy, the sky splashed with glittering stars. Hard bass pumps from inside the club. Ready to boogie, I grab the handle for the staff entrance but don’t open the door.

For some reason I can’t.

Expectation floods me as it never has. My skin tingles and my breath catches…as if something exciting and new is going to happen tonight.

An event that might totally change my entire existence.

 

ROMAN

Let’s get something straight from the get-go. For those mortals seeking eternal youth and a never-ending life, thanks to Botox, exercise, or selling their souls to Satan—which is fucking hardcore and stupid—I have one thing to report.

Immortality sucks. Being a vampire blows. Big-time.

I slump in my chair, overwhelmed by an endless future I never asked for and don’t want. Being a mortal with a sell-by date on my existence was fine with me, no matter what anyone else prefers. Different strokes, I say. Despite my liberal attitude toward existence, did I get what I wanted even though I was minding my own damn business?

Hell no.

I gulp whiskey faster than I ever guzzled water. Unfortunately, the booze has the same effect on me. Rather than a pleasant buzz I came to expect as a mortal, I now experience nada, zilch, zero.

Yet I keep drinking, hoping for the best when only blood will ease my craving.

I am so screwed.



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Friday, January 2, 2026

The Dhampir - A Destined Mates Vampire Romance Novella - Dark Fantasy Romance #Romance #DarkFantasyRomance #DestinedMates

Angela Knight is here to tell us about The Dhampir, a destined mates vampire romance novella, dark fantasy.

Read on for more...

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A Destined Mates Vampire Romance Novella


Dark Fantasy Romance

Date Published: January 2, 2026

Publisher: Changeling Press



An ancient vampire, Hunter can command any woman he wants -- except the one woman he needs. His mate.

Genevieve Drake is a Dhampir -- half vampire, half mortal, born and bred to be the perfect complement to her vampire mate, like those of her family for sixteen generations. Instead, she chose to become a cop. Three months ago she survived a vicious attack by a psychotic ex that left her with psychic scars and a desperate need for a new line of work. Time to rethink her future.

Hunter is tall, dark and handsome -- and very, very powerful. He’s also been waiting for Genevieve. She was just eighteen when he had a vision that they’d one day become lovers. He’s been biding his time ever since. But Genevieve’s experiences have left her unable to trust any man, even Hunter.

If he wants them to have a future, the vampire will have to find a way to banish her ghosts…


Excerpt

Copyright ©2026 Angela Knight


The vampire's bodyguard was sloppy when he searched Genevieve Drake. He missed at least three places where she could have stashed weapons. Would have stashed weapons, if she hadn't been going to an interview for a job she desperately needed. To add insult to injury, he smirked up at her when he crouched at her feet to pat her down, hands lingering on her thighs and calves.


Genevieve gave serious thought to kneeing him in the jaw.


Finally, after a last knowing leer, the guard ushered her into Hunter's sprawling office, then closed the heavy double doors and left them alone.


"Ms. Drake." Tall, radiating a power that made her Dhampir senses vibrate like harp strings, the vampire stepped around his big rosewood desk to shake Genevieve's hand, his grip careful and warm. His touch sent a flush of magic radiating up her arm. Her mouth went dry, and she felt her nipples peak. "It's a pleasure."


Her body's intense response surprised her. She'd felt dead from the neck down for months. "Please call me Genevieve, Mr. Hunter." Not Genny. Never Genny. Smiling up at him, she used all her years undercover to keep her expression no more than pleasantly professional.


"It's just Hunter," the vampire said in a black velvet purr of a voice. He gave her a slow, white smile, his eyes the sharp and startling blue of an arctic wolf. His features were starkly masculine, with a long swoop of a nose and a broad, square chin. His hair was thick and black, just long enough to touch his collar.


He gestured her away from his desk toward two armchairs that sat facing each other. Just beyond the chairs, a plate glass window ran the length of the room. Sixty stories below, the glittering glory of Atlanta spread across the night.


As Hunter ushered her to the chairs, Genevieve studied him. If anything, the vampire was more impressive than she remembered. Easily six-foot-two, he had a powerful build that made him look like a warrior even camouflaged in black Armani. His tie was a splash of crimson against his white shirt, while cufflinks of onyx and gold adorned his French cuffs.


"It's good to see you again," Hunter said as they sat. The chairs were positioned so close, their knees almost touched. It was not exactly the arrangement she'd have expected for a job interview -- but then, this was not a typical job interview. "You were what -- fifteen? -- when last I saw you."


"Sixteen," Genevieve corrected. And madly infatuated with you. But that was something she had no intention of sharing. And anyway, it had been fourteen years ago.


Before Gary. Before she'd been left bleeding in a dirty alley with the last of her illusions in shreds.


Hunter probably knew about her painfully intense crush. Probably knew about Gary, too, for that matter. As her father always said, you can't hide anything from a vampire, so don't even try. "It was good of you to grant me this interview."


"Not at all. I need an assistant, and you have excellent qualifications." He watched her settle back into the chair's soft wine red leather. His gaze sharpened. "Something concerns you."


Genevieve hesitated, caught between her desire not to offend and her sense of duty. She needed the job, but her family had been Dhampir for sixteen generations.


Duty won. "Your bodyguard was more interested in feeling me up than in making sure I wasn't armed. I could have knocked him cold at least twice. In my opinion, he constitutes a security risk."


Hunter lifted a cool black brow. "He's a former Navy SEAL."


"And a current idiot."


"You are blunt, bordering on rude." Hunter smiled, satisfaction in his eyes. "And every bit as fearless as I would have expected of Tommy Drake's daughter."


She relaxed back into her chair. "Well, that's a relief."


"That I took the criticism well?" His arctic eyes heated to burning blue as he watched her cross her legs. Her knee inadvertently brushed his, and the contact sent magic flaring up her thigh. Straight into her sex.


She tried to ignore the pulse of erotic heat that flared low in her belly. "No, I'm relieved you ordered your man to play the fool to test my honesty. I'd hate to think you'd hire someone that sloppy."


The vampire laughed, a deep, masculine rumble, seductive and warm. "No, I have not survived three hundred and forty years by surrounding myself with sloppy bodyguards. And there've been times even careful ones..." Hunter stopped and rolled his powerful shoulders as if shrugging off a painful memory.


"Sometimes it doesn't matter how careful or well-trained you are." Genevieve's voice dropped to a whisper. "Especially if you're betrayed."


He studied her, going still as a predator. Seeing too much. "The scars from betrayal go to the soul. And they never quite fade, do they?"


"Not so far." Genevieve forced a smile and deliberately sought to turn the conversation back to business. "What are you looking for in a personal assistant?"


You, Hunter thought.

 

About the Author

New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight has written and published more than sixty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and Merlin’s Legacy series. With a career spanning more than two decades, Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine has awarded her their Career Achievement award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance and Best Werewolf Romance.

Angela is currently a writer, editor, and cover artist for Changeling Press LLC. She also teaches online writing courses. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s writing career includes a decade as an award-winning South Carolina newspaper reporter. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a thirty-year police veteran and detective with a local police department.

 

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