Author: Kristen Strassel
Series: Night Song’s Collection Series (#1)
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Foreword Literary
Release Date: Nov 5 2013
Edition/Formats It Will Be Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Immortal Dilemma is the hottest band in the Las Vegas
vampire rock scene. They draw insatiable fans from around the globe, thanks to
a supernatural attraction called Bloodlust. Tristan craved such an opportunity
to fill his empty mortal life, and now he has eternity to earn his place along
the legends of rock n roll debauchery.
Callie always feared that Tristan’s excesses would get him
into trouble, but she never thought they’d lead him to immortality. To
reconnect with him, she must weave her way through a world not only she had no
idea existed, but does not welcome her.
Blade turned down a spot in Immortal Dilemma after learning
what he must sacrifice for that lifestyle. He finds Callie a refreshing change
from the girls in the vampire rock scene. When Callie drags Blade back into the
world of Immortal Dilemma, his resistance drives her into the waiting arms of
Tristan, who shows her the true meaning of Bloodlust.
But the very things that Callie fights so hard to save are
the very things that fight to destroy her.
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AUTHOR BIO
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and
Diana Ross. She spends each day striving
to be half as fabulous as they are.
She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker,
retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty
slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author.
She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new
things to put in her house. Kristen is
represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
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Excerpt #3
Instead of bringing us out to seats in the audience, Tony
led us to the side of the stage to a spot just behind the curtain, feet away
from Tristan. When he spotted me, he
winked at me like we shared a private joke, and continued with his
performance. I sucked in my breath and
held on for the ride.
Being so close to the band as they put on their show was
much more intimate than the first time we saw them. The heat of the flash pots
made the faces of the background dancers glow.
We moved out of the way as the roadies scrambled to change instruments
for the band. I strained my eyes to read
all the notes plastered on the stage. I
peeked around the curtain every so often to get a look at the crowd, who were
completely enthralled with everything the band did.
But mostly, I just watched Tristan. Tonight he wore his signature black leather
pants, which clung dangerously low below his hipbones. They ended in black combat boots that were
casually untied. He topped the outfit
off with a black T shirt adorned with an intricate white pattern that clung
like a second skin. His eyes were
heavily rimmed with black liner and his hair hung in his face, down on his
chest and back. It swung around him as
he roamed all over the stage. His
fingers moved over his guitar seductively, teasing it, bringing it to the brink
of hysteria then coaxing it back down to a purr. Almost as if he was making love to it.
The thought made me flush all over. I could hardly bear to watch him, but I
couldn’t look away.
Tristan walked off the stage before I was ready to stop
watching him. He came right to me.
“Look who’s my date tonight,” his eyes moved down my body.
“You have a date tonight?” I glanced behind me before it hit
me. He meant me.
“Yes,” he reached out and put his hands on my hips. Even after running around on stage under
those bright lights for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat. His
stage makeup was still perfect. He
leaned in so he could speak close to my ear.
“And she looks fabulous in her little black dress.”
“Thanks,” I managed, but it didn’t seem like enough, looking
up at Tristan, with his eyes just inches from mine. We might as well have been in another
universe. The music on the stage had resumed.
“Don’t you have to go back out on stage?”
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s just his solo. And truthfully, Callie, the show will start
again whenever I decide to go back out there.
They can wait.”
“Oh.” I gulped so hard it hurt. What was he going to do?
“But I am going to go back out there, just for a few
minutes. I want this part of the night
to be over so I can spend the rest of the evening with my date.” He leaned in, kissing me chastely on the
lips, like we had just done this yesterday, like he hadn’t ever walked out of
my life, and then turned to walk back out on stage. My legs felt like jelly. I wrapped my arms around my midsection and
half leaned, half fell against the equipment case next to me. Every time I looked at him, I slipped in
deeper over my head.
Keisha brought me back to this realm by whacking my
arm. “Girl. That was hot.”
My Thoughts
Kristin Strassel’s ‘In the Night’ was quite a breath of fresh
air so to speak. I loved Callie and
Tristin. First Callie is not perfect
which I loved because you could identify with her. Tristan on the other hand was the epitome of
the bad boy persona. The story had a
feel of Anne Rice’s “The Vampire Lestat’.
The author had a way to pull me into the story and made me feel as if I
was there in the pit singing with the band.
I look forward to what this author has in store for us next.
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