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PUBLISHER: 7th House (Imprint of Andromeda LLC)
27th May 2014
Solomon’s Sieve, Book 7 (Knights of Black Swan)
Named Best Paranormal Romance Series of 2013 by REVIEWERS’ CHOICE AWARDS (Paranormal Romance Guild).
Nominated for Best Paranormal Romance Series of 2014 IRC READERS CHOICE AWARDS – Voting in September. Victoria Danann is also up for Author of the Year.
When Sovereign Solomon Nemamiah lay dying on a beach under an overturned vehicle with his fiancé helplessly sobbing next to him, he made a vow to himself that he would refuse to stay in some arbitrary afterlife. He silently promised to return and finish what he started with The Order of the Black Swan and the love of his life. When the new Sovereign of Jefferson Unit begins saying and doing things that remind people of Sol, it raises suspicion in the minds of people who were closest to him.
The mutated and more aggressive strain of vampire virus surges back to the forefront of The Order’s priorities forcing retirees to be recalled and trainees to be inducted earlier than ever before.
Meanwhile, The Order sends Z Team with its newest member, Glendennon Catch, to escort new recruit, Dr. Mercedes Renaux, to Bulgaria. Her mission is to shut down and investigate an archeological site that may contain irrefutable evidence that vampire exist. Their mission is to protect her.
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Excerpt
EXCERPT #1
Kay gave Storm an amused look. “In some ways this feels
more familiar than watching TV with my wife. ”
They were separating from Ram and Rev, going
opposite ways in an alley. Storm looked back over his shoulder at Ram
and Rev walking away. On a whim he called out, “Sol!” Without hesitation, Rev
turned and said, “Yeah?”
The four of them stood frozen, Storm and Rev staring at
each other, Kay and Ram looking back and forth between the two. Let it never be
said that Ram didn’t know how to handle a situation delicately. “What the fuck,
Stormy?”
“You know, that’s a good question, Ram. And well put.”
Storm didn’t take his eyes off Rev.
“Something you want to tell us.”
Rev pursed his lips before growling. “No.”
“You sure?”
“You gone hard of hearing?”
Storm’s gaze was a concentrated challenge, pinning Rev in
place, but he moved in close enough for quiet conversation.
“How about clueing us in, brother,” Kay was as calm as
the eye of a hurricane as he nudged Storm. “What’s going on here?”
“Has it seemed to you that there are things about the new
Sovereign that seem familiar? Eerily so?”
“Like what?” Ram asked as he eyed Rev from top to
bottom.
“Oh, like the fact that he smokes the same brand of
Turkish cigars that Sol used to smoke. And lights them with an old school fluid
lighter. Then he puts the lighter down in front of him and turns it around and
around the same way Sol used to.” Kay turned his attention toward Rev and
began regarding him with increased interest. “How about the way he screws
up his mouth when he’s aggravated or the way he steeples his fingers when he’s
making a decision?”
Rev lifted his chin in defiance and narrowed his
eyes at Storm. “And let’s not forget the fact that he took a bead on Farnsworth
about thirty seconds after arriving Jefferson Unit. Doesn’t it strike you as a
little strange that he handles Sol’s job like he knows what he’s doing? No. Not
like he knows what he’s doing. Like he’s done it before!”
Ram eased around in front of Rev so that the three
veteran members of B Team appeared united as the inquisitors they had just
become. They stood in a dimly lit alley with accusation hanging in the air,
waiting for Rev to answer.
“Your imagination’s just got the better of you, Sir
Storm.”
“There! Right there. I never met another knight who
called me Sir Storm. But Sol did.” Storm glanced at Kay. “All the time.
Called me Mr. Storm when I was a kid. Switched to Sir Storm when I was
inducted.” He stepped closer to Rev. “When I called Sol’s name, you turned
around like you’d been answering to that name your whole life.”
Ram and Kay were giving Rev looks that said the
questions weren’t going to go away just by staring Storm down.
Finally Rev replied with the cool of an iceberg.
“So what are you saying? Exactly? That I’m a body
snatcher?”
“What I’m doing right now is asking questions.”
“I don’t have answers for you.”
“NO!” Rev’s answer was a little too forceful and a little
too quick.
“Start talking.” Rev blew out a breath and
looked around at the alley.
”Let’s go sit down somewhere private.” He ran a hand
through his hair. “I’ll buy a round of drinks and tell you a story. Not about
me mind you. A story about a guy I heard of.”
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About the Author
My early work (eight-years-old) would be called fan fiction today. I began by writing my version of Bobbsey Twins novels on legal pads that my dad brought home from the office. As an only child – in the days before children became little electronic receivers – there was often not much to do other than seek amusement in my own head.
Childhood fantasies involved being the only girl (for some odd reason) at a ranch for wayward boys. Yes. I do realize this sounds vaguely familiar. Those fantasies were supported by real life events because the boys included me in the afternoon neighborhood games whether it was cowboy/Indians or G.I. Joe.
When I left the Bobbsey Twins behind I didn’t write again until I was married with children and in my mid-twenties. I completed a paranormal romance and gave it to my spouse to read. After hearing his criticisms I didn’t write again for decades. At the time I didn’t understand that he’s the absolute farthest thing from my audience.
It turned out to be a blessing because during that time that I didn’t write, I lived an extremely full life. I traveled a lot, raised a family, got an education (I have an M.A. in Psychology) and explored my compulsion to be a spiritual seeker. The fantasies were a constant companion throughout. The faces and names of the characters changed as I matured, but they remained a source of comfort. They helped me through hell-raising teenagers and three near-death scares.
By the time I started writing again, I had something to say.
I write cross-genre with uniquely fresh perspectives on paranormal creatures, characters, and themes. Add a dash of sci-fi and a flourish of fantasy to enough humor to make you laugh out loud and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. My heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, or past life therapists. My heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.
Author Links
TWITTER: @vdanann
Awards
2012 My first book, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards.
2013 Knights of Black Swan named Best Paranormal Romance Series of 2013 by REVIEWERS’ CHOICE AWARDS (Paranormal Romance Guild).
2013 A Summoner’s Tale, Book 3 won Best Paranormal Romance Novel of the year
2013 Moonlight, Book 4 won Best Vampire~Shifter Novel of the year
2014 IRC READERS CHOICE AWARDS – Voting in September.
Nominated for Best Paranormal Romance Series
Victoria Danann nominated for Author of the Year.
Moonlight (Book 4) nominated for Best Paranormal Romance
Gathering Storm (Book 5) for Best Fantasy Romance AND Best Scifi Futuristic Novel
All of my books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards.
