I’m baaaa-aack!

Long time, no see!

I’ve had a number of things that have kept me away including finishing a MS in Psychology and a total life overhaul. I won’t bore you with the details because, in short, I simply owe an apology to all those who’ve been so patient and checked on me repeatedly. And I am sincerely sorry for the detour. I never expected that to become so life consuming (along with all the other mess that happened).

But I’m back now just as fast as I could get back. I finished the last graduate school class last Sunday, and what a relief! The good news is, I know more than ever that my heart lies in crafting fiction (and I have some new tricks up my sleeve thanks to the psych classes). I’ve missed it and you guys dearly.

On a small side note, I also finished writing the next installment of Blood & Sex. *grins* Yes, I finally did it this week. I can’t give you the release date yet because there is some editing left to be done, but I can tell you that “Tori” is the title. (Yes, ladies and gents, she has her very own book among the guys.)

Since everything else in my life is changing, I’ve decided to add all my work to this site under all names. I’ll be adding things under both writing names here from now on and making it easier to find all of my material. I also have outlines of a few other stories drafted and ready for writing. Who’s ready for another story?

Shocking Book 4: How to Survive It!

I received an email this morning from a reader who was a bit shocked and upset by the story line for Tori in vol 4: Dorian, which released last week. I wanted to say something to everyone who may be feeling the same.

First, I’m flattered that people love the characters as much as I do!!

Second, don’t be discouraged by Tori’s struggle. The story is told from LeAnne’s perspective. Being her best friend, she sees Tori’s softer and weaker side. Also, Tori is in a dark place. As is Michael. They are all going through a tough time but….

Tori will have huge life changes in Vol 5, which I’m already working on. The Tori we all love is not gone. Trust me 😉

If you haven’t read 4, go grab a copy here and chime in. I’d love to hear your thoughts, but please put spoiler alerts if you reveal details.

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Blood & Sex 4…Coming Soon!

Well, the next installment in the serious has been turned in to the editor and will be coming soon. I can’t wait to see what you all think about who dies, who is comatose, and who is missing in the end.

The story revolves around LeAnne & Dorian, both of which are new to town. Dorian is an assassin sent to kill one of the group, and LeAnne is Tori’s childhood bestie.

There will be at least two more stories, which is perhaps more obvious in this story than the others. The next one will, as I have it planned right now, center around a heroine we have already covered. I think we need to start a message board where we can discuss this without spilling the surprises. What do you think? Would you join a message board if we set one up?

New Release! “Demon Lovers Anthology”

I am so excited about today’s release.  I had the honor of working with great editors, Inara Lavey and Kilt Kilpatrick, on this anthology. My incubus story, Blood & Souls, is snuggled between other great sucubi and demon stories. Here’s a summary-

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Demon Lovers: A Succubus and Incubus Anthology

They come for you in your sleep… The Succubus, nocturnal seductress of men; the Incubus, the perfect male no woman can resist; enticing demon lovers who haunt your bedroom, slip into your fevered dreams and drag you into delicious sins of the flesh…

Demon Lovers is a fresh new collection of seductive, frightening, hilarious, adventurous, sumptuous, thrilling stories of succubae and incubi from today’s hottest and most exciting authors in paranormal erotica!

A girl with something extra finds her match in a mysterious carnival jack; in Victorian London, a celebrated singer with a secret plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a lover; girl sleuths at afinishing school must solve a series of deadly seductions before they are the next to succumb; a female UPS driver discovers that the most unlikely of prospects can lead to an unforgettable erotic encounter; to gain an ancient treasure lost to the Arabian Desert, a roguish archeologist in 1927 must gamble on surviving a seductive Moroccan she-demon! You can find these and many more hot paranormal tales in Demon Lovers!

Get it now at Ravenous Romance! Here

Now In Print – Blood & Sex Series

Thanks to Red Wheel Weiser and Ravenous Romance, the Blood and Sex series will be hitting store shelves soon as part of the Red Silk Editions line. I’m so proud to be a part of this with other great paranormal romance authors: Isabell Roman, Rhonda Leigh Jones, and Cecilia Tan.

Check out the website at http://redwheelweiser.com/p.php?id=22

Pre-order your copies through the website now! Or at your local bookstore.

Night’s Fall Excerpt

Excerpt

Chapter One

Fourteen months after the worst of my life was over, in the beginning of the
cooler fall weather everyone in Alabama had been anticipating, I was unpacking in a new
house. Not new exactly, but a different house. This was the same building I’d lived inNight's Fall by Angela Cameron
after the death of my parents, when I went to live with the Aunts. It had been my home
through the worst years of my childhood life, and would be again now after the worst of
the adult years. But it wasn’t all bad memories in this home. There were wonderful
memories, too. Like on the white railed front porch, where I’d kissed a boy for the first
time. In the back yard, I’d read the acceptance letter from Auburn University, my first
pick for college before I met Phillip. And up in the bathroom, where I’d waited those few
agonizing minutes for the little plus sign to show up on the pregnancy test that announced
the baby’s presence.
I still couldn’t believe it was all gone.
My entire life—everything I’d worked for—had been a castle of sand that Phillip
had decided to scatter. Maybe if I’d had a real life, it wouldn’t have been so hard, but I
hadn’t taken it well. Instead, there had been the suicide attempt that Phillip had
interrupted so ungraciously. Afterward, I’d seen my own personal hell. I’d lived there,
refusing to visit the human world around me. After I left inpatient therapy at the hospital,
I’d wiped out the bank account and moved into an apartment. I divorced Phillip without
speaking to him again. Then I’d locked out the entire world. I painted, something I hadn’t
done in years, but now the paintings were all in darks and reds. Phillip and other family
members rang my phone off the hook, as if they cared. It panicked them that I’d always
given to them, done as they asked, and tried to keep the peace. There was just something
that changed once you decided to die and failed. You just didn’t give a damn anymore
about etiquette, consoling others, or making waves. They all thought I was insane.
Eventually, the Aunts came knocking and refused to leave. For three days they
hounded me. Finally I caved: I took a bath, fixed my hair, and went out for a margarita
with them.
But I was better now. I knew my limits and the way that darkness would suck me
down into a bottomless pit if I let myself go there.
I pulled the last book from the box, my tattered and dog-eared copy of Romeo and
Juliet, and laid it on the bedside table next to the small lamp. I’d read it so many times,
letting it carry me away to a romantic place where I hadn’t been in my marriage for years.
It was frustrating and tragic, but I’d always thought that if I ever found love like Juliet
found, one where my Romeo would sacrifice everything for me, then I’d die for him. I’d
had my fill of loveless relationships. If true love found me now, I’d give everything to
hold onto it.
Not that true love was even a reality. It was a dream. A silly, immature fantasy
that we were taught as kids. There were no Cinderellas. No Prince Charmings. The reality
was the best most people could hope for was a relationship where they didn’t want to
poison the other person on a daily basis.
“Gabby?” Aunt Maye’s round face peered around the door. Her waist-length
wavy auburn hair, identical to mine, was half twisted into a loose bun with the remainder
swinging into view.
I grabbed the last empty cardboard box and broke it down.
“Oh, there you are, dear. We were just going down to look at your store one last
time. Sherry can’t decide if she likes the khaki or beige drapes better.”
I laughed and tossed the box onto the pile of boxes in the floor next to the door. “I
can’t believe she’s that worried about it. I don’t care what the drapes look like.”
“Oh.” She smiled warmly. “Wait till you hear about the chairs. I finally made her
draw from a hat.”
“She was okay with that?”
“I told her it would be letting fate decide.”
I laughed again. Only Maye knew how to work so easily within Sherry’s eccentric
world. Tossing the choice up to fate was a moment of pure genius.
“So you want to go with us?”
I smiled. “I think I’m going to stay here. I’m almost finished.”
“Well, if you get hungry, there’s a fresh banana pudding in the fridge.”
“Thanks, Aunt Maye, but I think I’m going on a diet. The medication made me
gain weight.” It was true. The antidepressants had put on twenty pounds in the last year.
It wasn’t a total disaster since I was tall and carried my weight well, but it was enough to
make me feel completely uncomfortable in shorts. Swimsuits were out of the question.
“Oh, hush. Banana pudding’s not fattening.”
“Yes it is.”
“Not this one. I squished all of the calories out.” She winked at me. “Go have
some, and we’ll be back in a bit.”
“All right.”
She closed the door, and her footsteps faded down the hardwood hallway, then
down the stairs. In a moment, the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through
the house.
The silence was heavier than I’d hoped. Living alone had been hard after the
company of a husband. I’d lain on the couch in my apartment so many nights listening to
that damned grandfather clock tick away. I finally smashed it one night with Phillip’s
baseball bat. They were both things I’d taken when I left him. The grandfather clock
because I’d bought it for him, the bat because he’d spent so many nights playing ball with
the guys while I sat at home alone.
Now in the Aunts’ house, another clock ticked in the silence.
I groaned and jabbed the button on the front of the radio. AC/DC’s Back in Black
was playing, and I didn’t bother to search for another station. There were only four that
would pick up so far outside the city. The other three were country. Besides, Back in
Black was perfect to describe how I felt. I was beginning to feel a little spark of that old
fight coming back to me. It had been so long since I had felt alive—long before the last
year—and black was definitely the color for my mood.
I grabbed the pile of cardboard on the bed and headed down the stairs to put it
next to the other trash. There, I glanced around at the forest and the lake shore off to the
right. Coming back to Cold Springs would be the beginning of more apologies and
questions from curious acquaintances. I’d hidden long enough. Now was time to start
again, even if it meant letting people hug me and ask tons of questions.
I didn’t have to answer them. All they needed to know was that I’d moved back to
town to escape the hustle of the bigger city and to take care of my aging aunts.
Oh, and to open the town’s newest bookstore. The only one had been owned by
Mr. Carter, who had died last year. His son from Birmingham had closed the little store
on Alabama Avenue when no one jumped at the chance to buy it. There was a limited
market for business ownership in a town where most of the citizens either worked in
Birmingham, where the real jobs were, or at one of the factories that didn’t pay enough to
allow any one employee to save up for such a large purchase. With no chance of a quick
sale, closing it seemed more a desperate attempt to avoid returning to Cold Springs than
anything else.
There was a time when I’d have done the same. As we’d said when we were kids,
Cold Springs is a pit. The place had a strange way of pulling even the most rebellious of
its ex-citizens back in. Like quicksand, you could never quite escape. That’s why so
many of the kids who’d seemed so full of promise in high school never managed to make
it out. There was little opportunity for the children of factory workers to move out of the
family rut.
There was just no escape if you didn’t make your break early on.
And I was back, too. Though I’d made my way out, it hadn’t lasted. Now, after
the worst things that could’ve happened, I was back. My life as a wife and mother in
Huntsville was over. Gone.
That was a different person, and I was back to live the life of a single woman
again in this tiny Southern town. It was almost a cliché. But it wasn’t as bad as spending
every day in that mine field of memories that Huntsville had become. I’d had enough of
that for ten lifetimes.

Author: Angela Cameron      http://www.angela-cameron.com

Genre: Paranormal
Released: Feb 3, 2010

Note: This book contains smokin’ hot love scenes and very naughty vampires.

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Night’s Fall

Cool breath caressed my skin. “I don’t want to do this without your permission, but I need your blood.” Stubble scratched across my jaw as his head moved down to my neck. “You smell delicious.”

In that moment, I would’ve given him anything if he would just ask again in that voice…

Gabrielle Pearce lost her husband. Her baby. And her life.

Being abducted and thrown into a room in a dilapidated plantation home with a darkly seductive vampire could be the start of the life—and the storybook romance—she’s been missing.

What do you when you’ve lost it all and true love could cost you your life?

A dark, seductive, and suspenseful Southern

romance you can sink your teeth into.

Night's Fall by Angela Cameron

Genre: Paranormal
Released: Feb 3, 2010

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Author: Angela Cameron

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Night’s Fall

Cool breath caressed my skin. “I don’t want to do this without your permission, but I need your blood.” Stubble scratched across my jaw as his head moved down to my neck. “You smell delicious.”

In that moment, I would’ve given him anything if he would just ask again in that voice…

Gabrielle Pearce lost her husband. Her baby. And her life.

Being abducted and thrown into a room in a dilapidated plantation home with a darkly seductive vampire could be the start of the life—and the storybook romance—she’s been missing.

What do you when you’ve lost it all and true love could cost you your life?

A dark, seductive, and suspenseful Southern

romance you can sink your teeth into.

Genre: Paranormal
Released: Feb 3, 2010

ISBN:

Author: Angela Cameron

Note: This book contains smokin’ hot love scenes and very naughty vampires.

Read an excerpt
of Night’s Fall by clicking here

Don’t forget the Night’s Fall
Virtual Release and Costume Party

where you can win a copy of Night’s Fall,
plus an exclusive Angela Cameron prize pack.
Go over to the
blog at angelacameron.wordpress.com
to enter today – the contest ends soon!