Thursday, August 27, 2015

Spotlight- EVEN VAMPIRES GET THE BLUES by Sandra Hill

Vikings, Navy SEALs, Viking vampire angels, oh my! All three are featured in Even Vampires Get the Blues, the sixth sizzling entry in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sandra Hill’s Deadly Angels series. The series focuses on the oh-so-sexy Vangels—an elite group of Vikings-turned-vampire/angels as punishment for their vigorous embodiment of the seven deadly sins ages ago. 

Even Vampires Get the Blues features Harek Sigurdsson, who was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger for wealth and all its trappings. Now a Vangel, his otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than his match— she’s his predestined mate… 

The fact that vampire angel Harek was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for centuries…

The SEALs call her “Camo” for her ability to blend into a crowd— yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a ruthless band of international terrorists, but Camille senses an unspoken agenda— besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny.” It’s just Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be… a vampire! Smart, sexy, and funny, Sandra Hill fans are sure to love the latest Deadly Angels book!


Everything he touched turned to gold, or leastways aconsiderable profit, and thank the gods for that, because HarekSigurdsson was a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hungefor wealtand all its trappings.
It didnmatter that he had vast holdings in theNorselandsaestate in Northumbria, severahirds of warriorswho served under him whecalled to battle by one grab-land king oanother (Harek was a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields in the Baltics, trading stalls in the marketplaces of HedebyKaupangand the Coppergate section of Jorvik, a fleet of twelve longships and two knarrsand numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. Iwas neveenough! Not to mention three wiveand six concubines … or was it seven?
Not that he wanted or needeany more wives orconcubines. Like many Viking men (hah! men of all lands, truth to tell), he was betimes guided by a body rudder known for its lackwittedness when it fancied a woman. The Wise Ones had the right of it when they proclaimed: A cock hano brain. Wellathe ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had finally taken a sip from Odins famed well of knowledge. Infuture, when he came upon a comelwoman, he would beher, not wed her, then send her on hemerry way with a pat on the rump and a poucof gold coins.Cheaper thaway and lots less trouble!
Harek had just completed a meeting with Toriq Haraldsson, his agent here in HedebyToriq had once been hersiroverseeing Hareks Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce swordsman had lost aarin battle. Harek had no qualmabout hiring the handicappemaas his business representative.Loyalty and honesty were more important in that role than fighting skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Hareks life in battle at a time wheHarek habeen younand not yet so adept in fighting. A berserk Dane had been about to lop off Hareksvery head. Suffice it to say, the wergild for a highborn manshead was enormous.
As they walked side by side on the raised plank walkways that crisscrossed the busy market center, meand womealikeglanced their way, not just because of their impressive Norseheight and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-linedcloaks, gold brooches fastening shoulder mantles, soft leatherhalf bootscould support a tradesmans family for years.
Unaware or uncaring of the attention, Toriq scowleandgrumbled undehis breath. Toriq was not happy witHarektoday.
Spit it out, man. What troubles you?

This latest venture of yours … it ill-suits a man of your stature, Toriq said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that hagathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Otheartisans werehammeringold and silver into fine jewelry. In fact, Hareknoticeaetched armband he might purchase later. In otherstalls, workers could be seecarving wood and ivory, or firing clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.
Hedeby waaexciting cityalways something going on.To Harek, the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money beingmadewere like music to the ears. There wasnt anything that couldnt be purchased herefrom the prizewalrus rope that wacut in a single spiral strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his latest venture.

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About the Author: 
Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.


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