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Monday, April 3, 2017

Blog Tour For IF YOU WERE MY VAMPIRE by L.J.K. Oliva

If You Were My Vampire
A Shades Below Novel
Book 2.5
L.J.K. Oliva
Genre:  Paranormal romance
Word Count:  approx. 100,000
Cover Artist:  L.J.K. Oliva

Sometimes, your life begins the day you die…
Asher Evans is a man haunted by history. Turned vampire in the concentration camp that claimed his family, he has never recovered from the loss of his humanity. Removed from the mundane world and resigned to facing eternity alone, he’s completely unprepared when the unthinkable happens: he meets a girl.
As the youngest daughter of San Francisco’s most prestigious psychic family, Grace Alan has always known about the things that go bump in the night. She especially knows about monsters…including the fact that she is one. Grace has spent her entire life trying to be normal, and finally, things seem to be looking up. There’s only one problem.
She’s just been murdered.
When Asher stumbles upon a dying Grace, he knows he should leave her to her fate. But in a world that looks at him and sees only a monster, Grace reminds him what it feels like to be human. He can’t bring himself to let her die.
Unfortunately, rescuing her has consequences. Female vampires have been illegal for centuries. In saving Grace, Asher may have condemned them both.

Can be read as a standalone

Listen to the Playlist at YouTube and Spotify
Playlist If You Were My Vampire (Shades Below, #2.5)

1. Rooster – Alice In Chains
2. If I Was Your Vampire – Marilyn Manson
3. My Violent Heart – Nine Inch Nails
4. This Is Where The Sun Is Now – Feral Children
5. Blue Veins – The Raconteurs
6. System – Chester Bennington
7. You Should Know Where I’m Coming From – Banks
8. Till the World Ends – Erato
9. Where Is My Mind – Mindy Jones
10. Kill Me Faster – Panic Lift
11. Paint It, Black – Ciara
12. Stand By Me – Ki:Theory
13. Born To Die – Lana Del Rey
14. Human – Madilyn Bailey
15. Hurt – Wylie Phenix
16. I Walk The Line – Halsey
17. Burning Down The House – The Used
18. Someone To Watch Over Me – Julian Lage & Chris Eldridge
19. Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Hollywood, Mon Amour
20. Mother I’m Alive – Hot As Sun
21. Forever Young – Rhiannon Giddens

Traffic was scant on The Embarcadero.  Even going at a 
light pace, it didn't take  long to reach Fisherman's Wharf.  
A stiff wind was blowing in off the Bay, and the crowds of 
tourists had long since departed in favor of warmer retreats.  
Seagulls feasted on the scraps of sourdough bread bowls sticky 
with  clam chowder left in their wake.
A lone street musician remained on the empty sidewalk.  He 
was seated on  a small, rusty stool, a battered guitar perched 
on his knees.  He sang in a haunting tenor, his voice crisp and 
clear in the stillness.  The words of the song echoed off the 
surrounding buildings. Someone to watch over me...
Asher stopped.  "This song was written the year I was born."
Grace didn't answer.  Asher was about to look down when 
her hand slipped into his. Perhaps it was the cold.  Perhaps 
he was still high from the streetcar ride or the race down 
Market Street.  Either way, he clearly wasn't in his right 
mind, because instead of pushing her away, he spun her 
around so she was squarely in his arms.
Her eyes widened.  "What...?"
"Dance with me."  He couldn't believe himself.  Asher took a 
deep breath.  
"I mean, unless you don't—"
Grace coiled her fingers through his, lifted her other hand 
and rested it on his shoulder.  She met his eyes.  Asher wasn't
 sure what she saw there.  A blush stole across her cheeks, but 
she didn't look away.  "You'll have to show me how."
Asher released the breath.  He hadn't been aware he 
was holding it.  Gently, he reached up and adjusted her hand 
on his shoulder.  Then he set his hand to her waist.  "It's easy.  
Just move with me."
He heard her breath stutter, and her hand trembled a little 
in his.  For some inexplicable reason, that pleased him.   He 
firmed  his other hand against her back, and started to move.  
It was nothing complicated, just a simple two-step  he'd seen 
his  parents do.  Asher closed his eyes.  For a moment, he could 
almost remember a time when things had been normal.  
A time when he'd been happy.
A time when he'd been human.
He jerked his eyes open again.  His throat ached.  He 
swallowed ruthlessly, tried to lock down the place inside 
him that felt poised to crack wide open.  He started to pull back.
Grace's fingers tightened around his, and she rested her 
cheek against his chest.  Her hand slid from his shoulder 
and curled around the back of his neck.
Asher wasn't sure he remembered how to breathe.
"Grace," he whispered.  The emptiness inside him expanded. 

"I can't..."
"It's easy."  He felt her voice in every fiber of his being.  
"Just move with me."
Asher stared down at her.  The emptiness receded a little.  
The vise around his chest loosened.  He closed his eyes 
again and let Grace hold him, let the scent of patchouli 
leak into his senses and anchor him firmly in the present 
moment. They danced until the song ended, and the street 
musician finally packed away his guitar.

L.J.K Oliva writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, with a heavy dash of suspense. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. L.J.K. likes monsters… and knows the darkest ones don’t live in closets.


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