Interview with a Vampire - The Shopgirl's Prophecy by Author Anna Abner - Read Chapter One and Check out the trailer. ** Giveaway **
Beasts of Vegas
Book One
Anna Abner
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Mild Red Books
Date of Publication: 2016
ISBN: 978-0-9914031-5-8
ASIN: B01GR9HXLQ
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Anna Abner
Powerful witches, tortured vampires, and sexy shifters fight the evil horde on the Vegas Strip.
Ali Rusenko has dangerous secrets she can never reveal. When her father dies suddenly, the shy British shopgirl discovers he has even more secrets than she does. In search of the truth in Las Vegas, Nevada, Ali is attacked by the horde and stranded in the desert. If it weren’t for sexy vampire hunter Connor Beckett and his sidekick Roz Carrera, she’d be vampire food.
Connor and Roz rescue Ali, but a string of vampires chase her across the Nevada desert as if she's vampire catnip. Unfortunately, Connor knows exactly how they feel. The beautiful stray sets his blood to boiling. But if Connor's going to have a real chance to defeat the horde leader, Oleksander the Destroyer, he can’t allow Ali leave the country without discovering the one secret she refuses to reveal.
An Interview with Maksim Volk
Vampire from: The Shopgirl's Prophecy
Is there anything you would want changed if the Author asked you?
To be honest, I’d rather Ms. Abner left me the hell out of her stories. I’m not a character in a book. This is my actual life. By sharing this so-called novel, she’s screwed my anonymity all to hell.
How would you describe your Author?
Not cool. She took my private life and splashed it all over the internet.
Do you feel like she portrayed you correctly?
Hell, no. I’m not nearly as kind as she thinks I am. I have very little sympathy or loyalty to humans. My daughter, excepted.
How about others in the story. Do you feel she did well with them?
::huffs a disgusted snort:: She made Connor Beckett out to be some kind of hero, though he’s a giant twat. She didn’t describe Oleksander the Destroyer half as diabolical as he really was. The only thing she sort of got right is what a decent young woman Ali Rusenko is. Though, if you ask me, Ali’s even sweeter than Abner portrayed her.
You might be wondering why I’m wearing a scarf on a hot sunny day. It’s not that I don’t trust you, (Tightens the scarf), or anything. I’m just deathly allergic to vampire venom. You know like some people are with bees? So please don’t bite me.
I’ve considered it, believe me, but your questions amuse me. Continue, and I won’t drain you. Despite what Ms. Abner writes, I have some self-control.
Okay, now that that’s settled. Who created you in the story?
I was turned at seventeen by none other than Oleksander the Destroyer.
Was there a reason for your creation?
He was building an army, and he incorrectly assumed I was a murderer without conscience. Luckily, I’m a world-class liar or I never would have survived this long.
Were you happy or angry about the transition from human to bloodsuc--, I mean vampire?
I wasn’t given a choice, but I took to it like a fish to water, like I was born to carry the infection.
What’s your favorite blood type?
Moppet, the infection is too overpowering for niceties like tastes or preferences. Blood is blood, and I drink it all with equal pleasure.
Where is your favorite place to dine? Some of us might want to avoid any late-night forays there in the future.
Since being forcibly relocated to Las Vegas, I have learned to appreciate American cuisine. Bazaar Meats is one of my new favorite haunts.
Have you seen any more stories in the recesses of your Author’s mind?
From what I gather, she has volumes and volumes of ideas.
Do you get to play a part in any of those stories?
I can only hope she leaves my daughter and me out of any future novels.
You’re no stranger to darkness. What is your Author’s darkest secret?
She reads ::shudders:: superhero comic books.
If they make you mad, you could just bite them when they’re sleeping, you know.
If they make you mad, you could just bite them when they’re sleeping, you know.
Don’t think I haven’t fantasized about just such a night, moppet.
Thank you for joining us today, Mr. Volk. Here's hoping Ms. Abner won't brutalize you too much more.
Check out chapter one below folks.
Read Chapter One
“Get down,” Roz hissed, yanking on Connor’s black jacket. A spotlight swept over their heads, and he tasted dry earth as he flattened onto the sand.
“That was too close,” Roz complained.
They skittered like cockroaches across the ground, avoiding a parked Humvee, and staying out of the guards’ eye line. The things they couldn’t avoid at the secret army facility in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Nevada were surveillance cameras on every wall and post. Hence, the need for speed and an electro-magnetic pulse device the size of a suitcase strapped to Connor’s back. If they were caught breaking into Oleksander the Destroyer’s cell, they’d never see daylight again. Sort of the way Oleksander had been in the dark of an army prison for the past twenty years.
Connor Beckett hadn’t known six months ago—a lackluster engineering student at the University of Chicago—that the Seer Ilvane would write down his name and forever link him with the end of the human race.
Connor from Cleveland will release the Destroyer and bring about the apocalypse.
There wasn’t any way to fix the prophecy and save the world except to kill the vampire lord.
“Push the button,” Connor said, nodding at the EMP. Thank the fates for Anton and Natasha, their very generous benefactors from New Zealand and their high-tech toys.
“Pushing the button.” Roz activated the device, and every electric light on the base, hopefully the cameras and security doors too, blinked off. “Now,” she ordered. “Move.”
Nimble on the balls of his feet, Connor ran for building 2A, which he knew from poring over satellite photos of the installation, was where the army kept the vampires. He hunched over the card reader controlling the prison’s heavy-duty outer door, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. “Please,” he breathed. A single second delay while they stood like a couple of sore thumbs at the gateway to a vampire’s cell on a secret military base could ruin everything.
He hoped for the best and yanked. The immense door swung open on soundless hinges.
“I was only fifty percent sure the EMP was going to work,” Roz admitted as she followed him inside and sealed the door.
About the Author
Anna Abner lived in a haunted house for three years and grew up talking to imaginary friends. In her professional life, she has been a Realtor, a childcare provider, and a teacher. Now, she writes edge-of-your-seat paranormal romances and blogs from her home in sunny southern California about ghosts and magic.
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