Synopsis of ETERNAL NIGHTS
With each passing day Jessica’s consciousness grew stronger. For twenty years she was content to remain as she was—trapped inside another. The life she led came to an abrupt end the moment she laid eyes on Raphael. At first she suspected they were destined to be together–his gentle touch confirmed it. Although he didn’t know it, he ignited waves of a fiery passion that burned deep into her soul. It became brighter every day, giving her the strength she needed. Somehow she would find a way to free herself from her grandmother’s powerful magic.
Since her birth she learned vicariously from observing others of her kind and until now she was satisfied with the life she led. She had everything one would need to live a meaningful life without the stress the human world inflicts on its inhabitants. With each passing day her obsession to be more than she was, intensified. Jessica knew she was gifted with her race’s abilities to communicate with others but until now she had never used them. They say practice makes perfect and she was at a point now where she could make her presence known—at least to him.
Review of ETERNAL NIGHTS
I must try not to sound like a sales person, but this book was AMAZING!!!
I was captivated from the very first page and could not stop reading! I took this story with me everywhere; out to dinner, to the kitchen while I cooked dinner, I even read during some of my favorite television shows!
The chemistry and passion between Raphael and Jessica is breath taking and leaves you wanting to know more about these two and all the other players in V.S. Nelson’s series.
The internal struggle Jessica faces is amazingly written. You can’t help but cheer her on as she struggles to find a way to undo her grandmother’s magic. And then there is Raphael, every woman’s dream; he too has to fight his own demons in order to assist the woman he calls his angel.
This book (series) is so much more than any paranormal romance or urban fantasy I have read to date… how could I not recommend it? And now the wait for book three in the series begins.
Snippet of ETERNAL NIGHTS
Jennifer couldn’t help herself; she burst out laughing picturing her oversized, muscle bound 5,000 year old immortal struggling with what normal folks did everyday.
“Jennifer, that’s not fair. Give a man a break, will ya?”
Her attempt to smother her laughter failed miserably.
“I know, but it’s just so damn funny. I know you probably haven’t had to fix yourself something to eat in what, a couple hundred years? … Oh God, I think I’m so tired, I’m getting slap happy.”
More laughter erupted over the phone line.
“Glad I could bring a little sunshine into your life… and it’s been more like a couple of thousand years… Thank you very much… Now you want to tell me where I can find a couple of plates.”
“Try the cabinet above where you found the knife.”
He opened the cabinet she directed him to.
”Smart ass! I’m feeling rather stupid here and you’re not helping matters.”
“I’m sorry. So tell me something, why didn’t you call Harold and have him make you something? Or go back over to the Bunkhouse to eat?”
“Because I thought I could do it myself! Crap, I didn’t know I was going to need a God damn road map to find where everything was in your kitchen. Do you know how many damn drawers and cabinet are in this place?”
“You’re the one who had the house built… remember?”
“Yeah, don’t remind me. At this point I’m ready to blow up the damn thing… well at least the kitchen.”
“Hey, don’t you go doing anything to my kitchen. I like it just fine the way it is.”
“What do you mean too late?”
“Gabriel, answer me… What did you do?”
“You know the center drawer on the china hutch–well it kind of had a little accident.”
“What do you mean it kind of had an accident, what happened?”
“Ah… a… the handle came off in my hand.”
“Not a big deal. When I get home, I’ll have the repair man come over and put it back on.”
“Ah… Honey… I don’t think it’s fixable.”
“Why not, it’s just a knob… the repairman can put it back on.”
“No, he can’t… Trust me on this one, ok?”
“Gabriel, tell me the truth, what happened?”
“Well, when the thing came off in my hand, the drawer fell onto the floor. I tried to pick it up and put it back together but I was already frustrated trying to find the damn knife and I guess the anger got the best of me…”
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE… Did a bomb go off?”
Raphael’s loud voice echoed over the phone line. She heard her husband try and quiet Raphael by shushing him.
“Is that Jennifer?” Raphael asked, “If it is, you better not tell her… better yet, let me talk to her… Give me that phone.”
She could hear the little tug a war going on between the two. Raphael finally managed to get on the line.
“Hello, Jen… ah… ah… you’re still at the main house, right? …Good… because I don’t think you want to come home anytime soon… No, no, he’s ok… it’s your kitchen that has met with the destructive force of a hurricane…yeah, no problem… Un-huh… yeah, I’ll call a repairman… OK, here he is.”
Raphael handed the phone to Gabriel. “Here, she wants to talk to you.”
“Honey, as I was trying to explain, I just had a little accident with the china hutch… well hold on… I’m getting to that part… I was holding the knob in my hand when the drawer fell out then I guess I crushed it… and then I got mad because I knew you would be upset and I kicked the drawer… It kind of exploded into a hundred pieces… and the window broke… yes, I know… Yes, I should be more careful… Un-huh… not much else… I couldn’t figure out how to open the dishwasher… Yes, Dear… anyway… it kind of fell off its hinges too… not much else… except your oven isn’t working right. I tried to make some pasta and the door flew open and my pasta ended up… ok, here he is… I love you… Honey, I’m really sorry… ok, here he is.”
Paying it Forward by Volunteering
I’m often asked by family, friends and other authors, “why do I take on so much; why do I volunteer my services when others are quite capable of raising their hand?”
Why? The reasons are really quite simple.
First off, let me say that I want to give back to the community at large for their support and for everything they have helped me with in the past few years. If it wasn’t for the encouragement and training I have received directly and indirectly through organizations like the RWA chapters I belong to, I wouldn’t be where I am today, nor would I have ever re-joined the writing-publishing world after a long break.
I’ve never been one to sit on the sidelines and wait for things to happen. Even when I was in the educational field, I often found myself sitting on boards and judging events for students. I think I sold more cans of pop and washed more cars than anyone in my teaching career, hoping to raise enough money to take my students on a variety to field trips.
So I have applied the same practice to my writing career. Gladly, those days of washing cars are over. Now, I do what ever I can to “get involved” by surrounding myself with the talents of other writers. In a way, one might even consider me some sort of psychic vampire, as I tend to leave the writer’s meetings I attend, inspired. My word count usually doubles following a meeting where other authors are in attendance. But one can gain so much more than an increase of their daily word count by attending writer’s meetings.
On another note, I can’t help but wonder why someone would join a professional organization and not get involved or attend the monthly meetings. More than once, I have met another author who claims they are a member, but then only attend one or two meetings a year–if that. What good are they getting out of their membership? I will admit, general meetings filled with business stats can be boring, but as a general rule there is so much more to each meeting one can benefit from. Guest speakers, writing professionals, and free workshops presented by some of the best in the business are given by most RWA chapters. So why not take advantage of what you are paying for? As Spock would say, “this is illogical.”
When I first joined Desert Rose, one of our local RWA chapters here in Arizona, I didn’t know anyone. The fear of walking into a room full of people you don’t know can be intimating to most. I know, because I was that someone. So what did I do? I took the cowards way out and brought someone with me. That way, if no one introduced themselves to me, I’d have at least someone to talk to. Surprisingly, my companion and I received a very warm welcome and I’ve been attending their meetings ever since.
My first payback. During my first year, I soon found myself volunteering to work the door as a greeter. Since I received such a warm welcome, could I not do the same for another who was attending their first meeting? Oh, but I received so much more in volunteering, as it gave me the opportunity to meet those authors (up close and personal) who were “older and wiser” than I – those who had been members for years.
Conference time rolled around and since I was planning on attending so I could pitch my book, I found myself volunteering to work a variety of events. The conference was better than I anticipated for many reasons. Not only did I receive several requests for my work, but I enjoyed and learned how writer’s conferences operated (first hand) by volunteering to work the agent-author room, the hospitality suite… and even the book store. Experience, like that can’t be bought and it is something I can use for the rest of my life.
My first year is long past and I still continue to attempt to pay it forward by giving back to the community who has helped me on the long and lonely road of a writer. I’m now a member of three RWA chapters and serve on two of those chapter’s boards. I’m also very involved in two other non-chapter related conferences in addition to our local one. I judge a variety of writer’s contests every year and am proud to say I do. I receive numerous non-solicited manuscripts with requests for critiques and reviews. I have yet to refuse a single one.
Giving back or paying it forward is this writer’s way of simply saying, thank you.
Bio of Author V.S. Nelson
Being a Native American woman and a Scorpio, author V.S. Nelson has always had a fondness for history, mythology, the occult, and the unexplained events which have occurred on this world we call home. It was no wonder she found herself writing a paranormal series.
Raised on authors like H.G. Wells and Jules Verne and coming from a long line of oral storytellers, Ms. Nelson work has been defined as innovative and fresh. She will take you by the hand and lead you into the depths of her imagination as if you are sitting next to her on the couch one minute and alive within her fantasy world the next.
She has always enjoyed reading stories with strong relationships and happy-ever-after-endings and it is reflected in her work. Even her commercial fiction, Sins of a Man, the Memoirs of a Mafia Hit man, is layered with romantic elements. I’ve heard her say she is in love with love more than once and that too is echoed in her stories.
Landing in Arizona, after an exciting teaching career, which took her to the Middle East for several years, she lives in Arizona where she spends most of her time making love to her computer while writing, editing or researching, seven to ten hours a day. The days she’s not writing, you will find her with her critique partners, attending or presenting a workshop or at a RWA (Romance Writers of America) meeting. She’s extremely active in three RWA chapters in addition to her other associations.
She enjoys hearing from readers, fans and people with similar interests. They are more than welcome to contact her through her website http://www.authorvsnelson.com
Ms. Nelson’s latest release, Eternal Nights – Sekhmet’s Guardians – Book Two is the now available on Amazon and other fine book stores in a variety of formats (Kindle, regular paperback and large print for those with less than perfect vision), in addition to her other title.
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