Hello everyone! It's been a long time since my last newsletter, but I haven't had much to report. For the last few months, I've been writing like a maniac, because by the end of December I had sold everything I'd ever written. :) In the last few weeks, I've finished both an erotic historical novella and a new western and sent them off to Cobblestone, so hopefully I'll have some good news soon. I've also finished the first book of a big fantasy/historical series and I've been shopping that around to the big New York publishers, so I'm hoping something will come of that, as well.
On Friday, June 6th, my contemporary vampire novella, THE VAMPIRE ORACLE - BIRTH was released from Cobblestone Press. This was quite a departure for me, because I've never written a contemporary before, but it was actually a lot of fun and hope you like it! To read an excerpt or to order a copy, go to
http://www.cobblest one-press. com/catalog/ books/birth. htm
If you'd like to win a free copy, send an email with your name to diana@dianabold. com. I'll pick three names from all entries received tomorrow 06/10/08 at midnight. Good luck! Have a great summer!
Diana Bold
Here's a short excerpt...
With dawn still half an hour away, Kelly Stephens stepped from the artificial heat of the police department and found herself buffeted by the icy chill outside. Shivering, she hunched her shoulders against the wind and hurried toward the parking garage across the street.
She loved her job as a police dispatcher, but tonight her twelve-hour shift had seemed endless. Too much hopelessness. Too many bad endings. She couldn't wait to get home, burrow beneath her heavy down comforter, and sleep the day away.
Her footsteps echoed across the concrete as she entered the garage. Slipping her hand in her pocket, she touched the plain white envelope she'd found in her mailbox before she'd left for work. A sliver of unease slid down her spine. When she'd opened it, she'd found nothing but a single tarot card, bearing the image of a handsome, blue-eyed man and one word:
Birth.
She shivered again and picked up her pace. She couldn't imagine who had sent her such a thing. The postmark of El Dorado Springs, CO 80025 hadn't helped. Colorado? She knew no one there. But her name had been marked clearly on the envelope, and whoever sent it knew her address.
She'd shown it to one of the cops who strolled in and out of the communication center all night, but he'd laughed it off, convinced someone was playing a joke on her. Only one problem with that theory—she had no family, no friends except the people she worked with, and she couldn't imagine any of them sending her such an odd thing with an out-of-state postmark.
It didn't make sense, and she'd always needed for things to make sense.
Frowning, she released the envelope and grabbed her keys, hitting the remote door lock as she rounded the bumper of her bright red SUV. Still focused on the mystery of the tarot card, she didn't notice the man lying beside her car until she quite literally tripped over him.
Grabbing her car door to steady herself, she stared down at the stranger in horror. Curled in a fetal position, with blood streaking his face and chest, the man seemed in agony. Her gaze swept him from head to toe, and she realized that despite his injuries, he posed a threat. The long, dark coat covering his immense body flared open at his waist, revealing an arsenal of weapons.
She didn't recognize him, so he wasn't a cop. And she couldn't think of any other reason for him to be so heavily armed. Trembling, she stepped back, digging in her purse for her cell phone. Help was only a few hundred yards away, she told herself in an effort to control her panic. All she had to do was make the call.
"Please," he rasped. He lifted his head and stared right at her, his eyes eerily blue in the dim light. "Don't call anyone. I won't hurt you."
Hypnotized by the stark male beauty of his features, she froze, her hand still shoved deep within her purse. Dark, curly hair fell haphazardly across his high forehead, and pain shadowed his movie star handsome face. A sense of déjà vu rolled over her. He looks just like the man on the tarot card. The entire situation seemed surreal, and her last coherent thought was that she must have dreamt the whole thing.
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