And I have the heroes in my books whom I dearly love.  Each time I leave a book, I grieve that I am letting go of another darlling and can’t possibly believe that I could love another hero as much.  Funny thing is that a writer’s love is fickle.  I love Camael in Celestial Sin and Damian in Hot Spanish Nights, and I’m working on a demon story, and I sigh over Salseph.

I love piano, romance, reading, travel, my characters, gin and tonic, Pinot Grigio, Chateau Neuf de Pape, champagne, sports cars, especially my little Z3 and so much more.  I doubt Z3PO (the car) will give me a valentine, but he will give me topless days in the sun!

Enjoy the Blog Tour.  There are some super writers and prizes here!!!  http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Gina and Ginger sure as hell didn’t.

But that’s exactly what they became the night of The Midnight Special.

Stuck battling backwoods, redneck hypocrites on a nightly basis at the diner was bad, but battling those same inbreds that now happened to be zombies was a whole different breed of stupid.

With their iPods jacked up and some Creedence Clearwater Revival on, that’s just what they’re doing.

Kicking some serious zombie ass!

With half the town, looking out their backdoors, and the other half fearing the bad moon rising, Gina realizes she and Ginger are thrust into a fight for the town as well as their lives.

Now let’s talk to the author!  Welcome!

Bianca:  Hey you…you finally got here, didn’t you?

D. Dye- FINALLY!! *Snoopy Dancing & Fist Pumping*

Bianca:  So what’s up with your 1st release? Spill girlfriend, spill!

D. Dye- Squee- Zapocalypse-The Midnight Special releases TODAY through Noble Romance. (Ya’ll can go right here should you have a hankering too.  http://www.nobleromance.com)

Bianca:  Do tell us more!

D. Dye- Well Zapocalypse is a Zombie story set in a very southern town that has preconceived notions about who should be doing who. In other words, when Gina and Ginger 1st arrive—they go getting a LOT of side-eyes from folks. Music is strong element, as with all my stories, but was an actual requirement for this line. What better group than the CCR for a deep woods southern setting!

Bianca:  It’s a lesbian story right?

D. Dye- No. It’s a story about heroes who just happen to be lesbians. This is a story about zombies and those who brave the battle against such. My heroes, Gina and Ginger are a riot and kick some serious zombie ass. They’re also the type of people you wish lived next door. Serious senses of humor in that old school stand up for neighbor types. They’re the quiet type heroes who on a daily basis just rock out as much as possible.

Bianca:  Now dear friend, I know you’re a rather eclectic person—how the heck do we keep up with you?

D. Dye- I’m all over the place and blog about anything. I may blog about men holding grapes over their bits, or moan about some idiot I’ve run into. Might even post some of those WTF? Or a funny bloopers video.

I do give away books and prizes a lot. Like a L-O-T!

http://www.vitchslair.com or Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/vitch36   or Facebook under Dana Dye here: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002828496100&sk=wall

Want to WIN something?

Well D. Dye has offered up several cool prizes (multiple winners) for simply commenting what your worst ever valentine was?  Can be bad-or maybe it was one of those OOPSIE blopper Moments.

Prizes to be passed out include;

• Zapocalypse-The Midnight Special (e-book only)
• I-Tunes Gift of (choose one) The Midnight Special, Bad Moon Rising or Looking out my Backdoor.
• Heart Shaped Bath Fizz, Sparkly Heart pen and Heart Candies.

Also, for more fun the L vs Z gang will be hosting a big Chat and giveaway over at Coffee Time Romance & More on Feb 15th 9-11:00 pm EST.

Take a look at The Midnight Special video (It’s absolutely worth it!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AItXWMsn8J8

 I was wounded in the Second War in Heaven, more about that later, and plummeted from the sky into Essie McBane’s life.  I’m sure Essie didn’t expect to have an angel thump down in her chicken yard.

 I’m open for questions, if they’re not too personal.  (He gives the interviewer a devastatingly beautiful smile to match his lyrical voice).

 Second War in Heaven?

 The First was when Lucifer was cast down into Hell.  He caused the Second one as well but I’m not at liberty to say why.  Suffice to say that many of the loyal angels were incensed to learn that our Creator still mourned his once favorite son.

 The Second War raged until the airy corridors ran red with blood, then the conflict spilled from Heaven to Earth, and mortal forces joined the battle as the fallen angels met the loyal angels in one final, epic battle at Armaggeddon.

 I was a warrior, but I was wounded.  Essie gave me sanctuary to heal, and I was intrigued by her and by mortal life. I found the idea of the love between a man and woman and sex fascinating.  I wanted to stay with her and experience life, but she was determined not to be the reason I fell from Grace.

 Describe yourself.

 Physically, I’m 6 feet tall with auburn hair, blue eyes and a white wingspan.

As a person, I’m loyal, caring and affectionate.  As a warrior, I was fierce and ruthless.  The Powers are the first line of defense…..

 Do you think you will stay on Earth?

 If Essie will have me—and of course if I’m not summoned back to the war.

 Can angels die?

 Not in the human sense of dying.  We can be destroyed or cease to exist.  Swords of black iron will kill an angel.

 Any questions for an angel?

 See the Celestial Sin page for a blurb, reviews, video and buy link.

 Note:  Artwork is by Cheryl Mandus and entitled Annunciator

The final tallies are out, and Celestial Sin is third amongst some very heavy hitters in erotica.   A big Texas WOOHOO!

For a video, blurb and excerpt, check out the Celestial Sin page on the blog and don’t forget to take a look at the erotic free read.

To celebrate, I’m giving away a free download.  Please be sure to leave contact information in your comment.

Drop by and see what Ronda has to say, just a hint:  “The connection between the characters was breathtaking and electrifying. I loved Cam-ael’s curiosity about everything and Essie’s was the perfect female, strong, yet tender when need be. Their erotic love scenes were steaming hot …”

NOTE:  The pix has nothing to do with Celestial Sin, but I thought this angel was SINFULLY beautiful.  Don’t know who the artist is, but it’s a fantastic work.

Whoa, Essie, he’s an angel and a lot younger than you.

His feathers rustled as he unbuckled the fastenings under his arms and bent to place the armor on the floor. What did his ass, hidden by sleek white wings, look like? My, my, he was just too much for a girl to resist. She gave in to temptation, stroked the shiny, soft feathers. He backed into the caress, and a long sigh escaped him.

“That feels incredible.” His voice came husky, and butterflies hatched in her stomach.

Shakily, he turned to face her. Ginger hair spattered his chest, drew a thin line down his stomach, disappearing in the V-neck of the robe he wore beneath his armor. The loose shirt was thigh-length. The fabric appeared to be linen but with a subtle sheen.

“I’m afraid I can’t remove this.” He lifted a fold of the toga, giving her a tempting glimpse of his upper thigh, very near his cock. “I’m wearing nothing beneath.”

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NEWSFLASH:  Celestial Sin has been nominated at the Preditors & Editors Poll in erotic novel.  Please vote here.

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Today is the last day to enter to win a beautiful necklace at my post on the Long and Short of It’s Blog Fest.  There is a picture of the necklace on the post.  Comment to win!  Winner will be drawn tomorrow morning and posted in a comment.  A lovely piece of jewelry for the New Year.

Gabriel Marsh is an Angelus, native of a planet where everyone is so upright and moral they squeak when they walk.  They’re called the “angels of the Galaxy” because they judge everyone by their own high—and totally hypocritical—standards.  Marsh is also a Federation assassin, and needless to say, this is also in direct opposition to his upbringing and has earned him another nickname, the “Dark Angel.”  At six feet eight and built like a California redwood, needless to say, he isn’t much of a hit with the ladies and usually pays for whatever affection he gets.

At the moment, Marsh is between partners but he’s about to be reassigned a new one, thanks to his employer, and what a partner he is!

Aleksandr Karanov is a Terran—and that’s a mark against him sight unseen, because Earthmen are notorious womanizers.  He’s an orphan, having lost his parents in a Russian nuclear meltdown when he was four.  This left him a Federation ward as well as activating the V-gene, enabling him to change sex at will.  Now, Lexei’s a Fed assassin.  A Pocket Apollo (he’s just a few inches over five feet), he’s as deadly as he is pretty and his size as well as his delicate good looks plus his morphing ability cause many men to assume he’s gay.  So Lexei goes out of his way, using women and tossing them aside to prove otherwise.

Marsh wants nothing to do with Lexei, who represents everything he’s been taught to avoid, especially in his treatment of women, but they’re stuck with each other for at least six months, until their current assignment is finished.  And then, Marsh meets Deirdre, Lexei’s Second Persona, and the Dark Angel falls…hard and fast…

It doesn’t matter that Lexei and Deirdre are separate people with their own thoughts, needs, and desires.  All Marsh knows is that he’s in love with a woman who doesn’t really exist, a woman who, in the blink of an eye, can transform into a hard-drinking, drug-using, woman-chasing and extremely deadly man… 

What do you do when the woman of your dreams is the man from your waking life?  Marsh has keeps asking that question but he doesn’t like the answers.

EXCERPT:

The music led him up two flights of non-escalating stairs to a door in the center of the hallway, a door which, when he tapped the inter-com pad, slowly swung open.  Inside, the music was blasting at near eardrum-puncturing pitch.  How can anyone be inside with that noise and survive? He touched the pad again but there was no sound other than that cacophony.  Suspecting a trick, he stepped to one side, carefully pulled the Winchester TR-27 out of its shoulder holster and pushed the door completely open.

Cautiously, Marsh looked in.  What he saw was unexpected but totally enjoyable.

A pair of softly rounded buttocks and slender white legs. A young woman, back to the door, doing some type of calisthenics. Bemidjian aerobics, if her gyrations were any indication. She appeared to be wearing nothing more than a towel and Marsh wondered how long it would be before her movements caused the tucked velourcloth rectangle to dislodge and end up on the carpet.  He felt a flick of latent lust, wondering if he had enough time to wait and see. There was a headset over her ears and the way she was pausing slightly between each movement told him she was listening to a physical fitness lecture, and that, combined with the loudness of the music, was the reason she hadn’t heard his knock.

Karanov’s girlfriend, he supposed. Okay, so I’m wrong about the kid. Maybe.

She finished the call and tossed the headset onto the counter of the little kitchenette and spun around.  Damp curls bobbing, she was in the middle of a deep stretch making the breasts under the towel rise dangerously, when she saw Marsh standing there, gun in hand.  Immediately, she squealed and fell against the counter.  Scrambling behind it, she stood with arms crossed over her breasts, which were still pretty well covered as far as he could tell.

For just a minute, they stared at each other.

She recovered fast.  Jerking the headset away from her ears, she tossed it on the counter, then touched a button on the control panel set into it. As the music died away, she said, without a quaver, “You must be Marsh, Lexei’s new partner. Come in, shut the door, and put away the hardware. We’re friendly here.”

For a moment, Marsh didn’t understand her.  It wasn’t just the Terro-Russe accent; she was speaking Inglaterre, a form of Terran-English the Federation had declared the official language of the galaxy.  It was something he himself seldom used.  Marsh’s usual locales spoke a diversity of languages and Inglaterre wasn’t one of them.  As he silently obeyed, being careful to duck so he wouldn’t strike his forehead on the doorframe, his opinion of Karanov dropped again. Not only was the little twig questionable, but he was obviously very loose-lipped to his girlfriend.

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Mr. Fast and Hot

I’ve always wanted to drive–even ride in–an Aston Martin.  My hero in Sinners’ Opera drives a Vanquish S.  Another car nut friend of mine brought one over today, and I actually got to drive Morgan’s car.  I know what color the dash lights are and what the pedals feel like and how fast that sleek sportscar can leap from one gear to the other.  I was in heaven. Research, you understand, just research.  NOT!  If I had $100,000 for a 2005 Vanquish S, that handsome devil would be in the parking lot tonight.  Unfortunately, Mr. Fast and Hot will have to stay in the realms of my dreams.  Just had to share a very momentuos occasion–1 wish struck from my Bucket List.

Identical twins (male/female) are an impossibility, but Alain and Alina are just that, and their perfect life is destined to take a dark turn.

Psychological suspense abounds in this sensual fantasy…