Once dead, always dead #Holiday #Vampires @ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub


A Christmas Realm
Tale, 1

Once dead, always dead. 

Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place
on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a
shadow among the living. 

Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a
human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head,
Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something
within him begins to stir. 

Life is a gift in which every moment counts. 

When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she
expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires.
Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted
to him. 

Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for
Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?


Thank you
for having me on your blog today!

I’m
excited to share my latest release with you, The Beauty of Forever (A Christmas
Realm Tale I)
. This is the
first story in a new paranormal – holiday themed series, which revolves around
Santa’s kingdom in the North Pole and the different people who work for him.

Christmas is my favorite holiday and I’ve always
enjoyed both reading and writing holiday-themed stories. One day, I was
chatting with my sister about some story ideas I had and she mentioned
vampires. My muse immediately made the connection.

Vampires + Christmas.

 I was a bit
baffled. How was I going to make that work? After all, vampires are supposed to
be dark, gloomy and Christmas is the opposite. I set the story aside for a good
year or so, until, I began toying with the idea again and that’s when
Christopher formally introduced himself. I could picture him, a 500 year old
vampire standing at a floor to ceiling window, looking down at what was
supposed to be the happiest place on Earth and feeling miserable.

Why?

Little by little, Christopher opened up to me along
with Santa’s empire. I had turned the key to the door of a world in which
vampires, elves, fairies, fauns, shifters and more co-inhabited and I greedily
immersed myself in it.  


Every time I think about Christopher, Samantha and
everyone in The Beauty of Forever, my heart soars. I can only hope you feel
the same. Enjoy!


Excerpt:
“That went well with Jacobs, right?” she blurted,
searching for a distraction.

Christopher looked at her. The intensity in his gaze
threw her back and her knees weakened.

“Yes,” he replied. “You were fantastic. I can see now why
Santa hired you.” His mouth thinned. “Jacobs was practically salivating after
you.”

Samantha blinked, surprised by the ferocity in his tone.
“I don’t know him as well as you do, but from what he spoke, he seemed devoted
to his wife.”

“It’s not what I saw.”

She smiled, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice
and the way it curled in her belly, heating her from the inside out.

“Is that why you were glaring at him while we were
working?” she joked.

“I wasn’t glaring. I was simply—” Christopher raked his
gaze over her. “Watching.”

Samantha shivered. She lifted her chin. “And did you
observe anything of interest?”

Christopher slid his arms to the height of her elbows. He
didn’t touch her, but the hairs on her body rose. Nerve ends tingled.
Christopher leaned in. “Absolutely.”

“Mind sharing?”

What was she asking? She knew full well they weren’t
talking about work anymore, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body had taken
over her mind and all it wanted was for Christopher to come closer. She craved
to see him bring out his humanity in the most carnal way possible.

“I’m not sure you’re ready.”

“Try me.”

Christopher grinned. His gaze held a warning which she
should have heeded because the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was
lost. Burying his hand into her hair, he slanted his head and dove into her mouth.
Like a flower urgently seeking sunshine, she opened up to him. His groan
reverberated through her and she arched against him. His minty taste swept over
her, taking her by surprise. Holding her firmly, he devoured her like a man
starved of nourishment. Each stroke of his tongue drew her further away from
reality, into a bubble where only they existed. Desperate to find something to
hold on to, to keep her grounded, Samantha fisted his shirt.

It didn’t help. The world vanished, leaving only him
behind. His essence. His strength. The heat of his passion, which she
frantically desired.

The train lurched to a stop and they stumbled, breaking
apart. Gasping for air, Samantha stared at Christopher. His eyes had deepened
to an indigo blue and he had a wildness to him that spoke of danger and
unyielding hunger. For her? She swallowed. She had to stop this now. Before it
got too far. It was one thing to flirt with him so he would smile, and another
one entirely different to kiss on a train full of people.

“Christopher—”

People shoved their way out of the wagon, drawing them
close again. Christopher wrapped her in his arms. His scent flooded her and for
an instant, she shut her eyes and pretended the sound against her ear wasn’t
her own heart thrashing, but his, beating.

But it wasn’t. The knowledge chilled her to the bones.
Christopher wasn’t really alive. He spoke and he moved but his heart was dead.
How did he even exist?

The piercing whistle of the shutting doors signaled the
train’s departure. Christopher tilted her chin.

“Are you all right?”

Samantha sucked in her cheeks.

“Christopher, we can’t do this,” she said.

“By this, I imagine you’re talking about the kiss?

She nodded.

“Why not, Samantha?”

He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a
tingling trail which echoed in other parts of her body. Damn it all if she
didn’t want to nip his finger and tease him. She yearned to kiss him again, to
feel his unpredictable heat against her.

“I don’t see the problem. We’re both adults and we’re
attracted to each other,” he continued.

You’re not alive.

“We need to work together. Things could get complicated,”
she said instead.

Christopher cupped her cheek. His eyes narrowed and he
set his jaw. “Complicated?”

“We work together,” she repeated.

Wanting you scares me. It’s unnatural.

Christopher raised his eyebrows.

“I see.” He disentangled himself from her. Samantha
shivered and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Christopher
smirked. He knew.

“I’ll respect your wishes, Samantha. For now. But, just
remember, doll, I’m an animal of prey. What I want, I hunt down and get. I’ve
lived long enough to know I want you, 
Samantha, and a night of hot, passionate
sex won’t make things, as you put it, complicated.” The train started to slow
again. Their stop was next. Christopher leaned in. “Sooner or later, doll, I
will have you.” 
~~~~~~~~~


About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy
romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.



When she’s not writing, she can be
found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles,
or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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One thought on “Once dead, always dead #Holiday #Vampires @ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub

  1. Elyzabeth M. VaLey December 28, 2017 at 3:49 PM

    Thank you for having me, Jacey!

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