Monday, July 28, 2014

Sign Up For the TOUCHED BY A VAMPIRE Cover Reveal!

Sign up for the Cover Reveal for:

Sunday, August 3!

Sign up now for the cover reveal Sun., Aug. 3, for my book TOUCHED BY A VAMPIRE (ETERNALLY YOURS BOOK ONE), by: Sophie Slade! Both readers and bloggers are invited to participate! The sign up forms are below. Participants will be entered for a chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card! Also, ten people will be selected to win an autographed rack card, too! Contact me, Sophie Slade, at or Debra at Book Enthusiast Promotions for more information.I'm very excited for you to see this cover!

Reader Form: 

Blogger Form: 

Take a Look: 

Dr. Leila Reynolds is working her shift at Southside Medical Hospital in Las Vegas, Nevada, when she meets a mysterious man, Lance Steel. Although Leila is a married woman, she is enticed by this bold Renaissance man. Lance seduces her, surprising her with the most erotic weekend of her life … with a vampire. She convinces herself that it was just an affair, but she can’t get Lance—or the time they shared—out of her mind.

As owner of the Caprice Casino and the exclusive Club Moroii, Lance has more money and heartbreaking good looks than any one man deserves. He soon introduces her to an underground world that she never knew existed, fraught with sex, booze, blood … and danger.

When Leila’s life crumbles around her, Lance is there to pick up the pieces … but her connection with him has a price. Can Leila leave the past behind and become eternally his, allowing her heart—as well as her body—to be touched by a vampire?

“Well, Dr. Reynolds,” a sensual voice said from behind me. “It is indeed a pleasure to see you again.” I closed the chart, unable to believe what I was hearing. His voice should not be so familiar, not after just one night.
“Mr. Steel,” I said in my most professional voice, turning to face him. “The pleasure is all mine.” I tucked the chart in my arms. “To what do I owe the honor?”
“Well, I was here finalizing my business with Drake and saw you here,” he said in his buttery English accent. Man, he was as sexy as hell! His shirt collar was unbuttoned, showing just a hint of chest hair under his light blue shirt, setting off his open black Armani suit. The jacket was open, reminding me of his hard muscles lying beneath his shirt.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to sound professional, even though my heart was racing. I hoped that he wasn’t able to hear it.
“Well,” he said, running a seductive finger along my arm. “What are you planning for tonight?”
“I have to work,” I replied curtly. I turned to walk away when he caught my arm. I looked both ways down the hallway and we were alone.
“You work too hard.”
“Someone has to save lives,” I replied, trying to sound unmoved by his gorgeous dark good looks, but failed miserably.
“I had a wonderful time last night,” he began, running his fingertips slowly from my shoulder to my waist, gently bushing the side of my breast. “I want to see you again.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible …” I said, walking away.
“Look, just one date,” he said, stopping me. “I want to see you again.”
I turned to face him, hugging the chart to my chest so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and touch him. “Out of curiosity, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, I own a casino,” he said, matter of fact. “Would you like to go?”
“What casino?” I looked both ways to make sure that no one was coming.
“I’ll pick you up at your place at eight,” he said, stepping away. “Be ready … and don’t be late.”
I laughed at his directness. He was a man who was difficult to say no to. “No,” I said. My arms were still folded around the chart; I didn’t trust them.
One side of his lips curled into a half smile. He turned the full force of his green eyes to mine, clearing enjoying the exchange. “You know, I could compel you to go with me …”
“Compel me?”
“Mind control,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Oh, is that what you did last night?” I didn’t look away.
“What do you think?” he asked, his gaze never wavering.
I took a deep breath. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”
He smiled mischievously. “How do you know?”
“I just know.” I wouldn’t tell him this, but I wanted him too badly last night … and it wasn’t from compulsion. My eyes traveled involuntarily down his frame and I noticed the tight bulge in his pants and quickly averted my eyes.
When I looked back up to his eyes, his lips curled into a confident smirk. “Be ready at eight …”
He took a step closer, a smile playing on his lips. He raised a hand up to my shoulder and let it trail lightly down the full length of my arm. “What can I say or do to make you change your mind?”
“Ask me, don’t command,” I said, enjoying standing my ground.
He chuckled, then said, “Dr. Leila Reynolds,” he began elaborately without a hint of irony, “would you do me the honor of your presence in accompanying me to my casino tonight?”
“That’s better,” I said. Satisfied, I took the chart from my arms and walked away.
“So, are we on for tonight?” he asked as I walked away.
“Pick me up at eight,” I said over my shoulder without turning around. I heard him laugh over my shoulder, as the sound of his boots resonated down the hallway behind me, walking away.

Book Enthusiasts Promotions: 

Sophie Slade: 

Web site: Sophie Slade Books:

Follow me on Twitter: @SophieSladeBook

Cover created by:

Clarise Tan


CT Cover Creations

Web site:

No comments:

Post a Comment