Friday, April 10, 2015

Meet Bestselling Fellow Solstice Publishing Author Marie Lavender!


Marie lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published twenty books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry. Lavender just released Second Nature, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy, in December of 2014. She released Magick & Moonlight, a lighthearted romantic fantasy, back in March of 2014. Upon Your Honor, released in April of 2014, is her second historical romance. Her current series are The Heiresses in Love Series, The Magick Series and The Blood at First Sight Series. Feel free to visit her website at for further information about her books and her life. Marie is also on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and LinkedIn.

Marie's Accomplishments

Bestselling author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 19 other books.
2014 BTS Red Carpet Review Nominee.
Finalist and Runner-up in the MARSocial's Author of the Year Competition.
Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader's Choice Award. 
Liebster Blogger Award for 2013 and 2014. Top 50 Authors on
 Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.

About Marie's latest title, SECOND NATURE

She never expected it…

Desiree Edwards has a problem. She's been attacked, kidnapped and forced to get along with a vampire of all things. It's something right out of the story books she reads, or her worst nightmare. But, sometimes he's not the monster he appears to be. He seems so humanlike that she can't help it when her emotions betray her, when her body betrays her. To make matters worse, she finds out more about herself than she ever wanted to know.

She was unlike any other…

Alec has a problem. The animal in him wants Desiree. But, so does the man. The more he learns about her, the harder it is to deny what he wants. But, he's a freak, and she's just a human. The two species don't mix that way. Then an old enemy surfaces and Alec is forced to make a choice. His life or hers.

Can Alecâ's soul be saved by this unique human? Or will it be far too late?

Alec was on the trail of a blood so sweet he couldn't help but follow it. He would feed tonight if he could, but the hunger wasn't raw enough that it was absolutely necessary yet. He tracked the fragrance through the screams of children at the annual Jazz & Blues Festival, through the smell of fair food, the glowing street lamps, and the loud sounds coming from the bands playing down the street. Wherever the scent was coming from, he had to have it. It was female, that much he knew. He had always craved the blood of females, but only those of legal age. He wasn't that choosy; they just had to be willing enough to want a moment alone with him. He wiped their memories afterward so he never had to worry about humans discovering the truth. 
He guessed that most vampire lore came from mistakes made by those of his species. Memories weren't taken away or replaced, and the stories had spread. Luckily, those rumors had evolved into fantastical literature and movies, or at least something more relegated to The National Enquirer. Most vampires were careful with their identities and he was no different. In a black leather jacket, equally dark jeans and a black Coldplay tee shirt, his size twelve feet shoved into a pair of black Nikes, he blended into the crowd.
At the corner of Charles and Hamburg, he lost her scent. Despite the smells of corn dogs and cotton candy, he lifted his head and inhaled deeply. A hunger pain struck and his canines tingled, reminding him of his need, but he managed to suppress it. He tuned out the din around him until all he could hear were his own quiet breaths. Then he heard it, a calm, steady beat. The smell of fresh roses reached his nostrils, teasing more than his bloodlust. 
He looked down at the once dormant lump beneath his zipper. Christ, he thought.  Not only was this woman's blood an unusual nectar, he wanted her as well. This was going to get complicated. It was one thing to take blood, only what he needed to survive, but when attraction was added to the mix, everything became complicated. He wasn't sure he would be able to ignore the desire rising inside of him long enough to secure her blood. He had to try, though. Now that he'd located her, he couldn't walk away.
Oh, yes, she was very close. He turned his head to the right, scanning.
"Desiree! Desiree, look at this!" a woman exclaimed.
He spied two women in a booth. The vendor was selling Native American pottery. It was quality stuff, he realized. The nearest Native American tribe to Baltimore was the Piscataway tribe, but he suspected the vendor at the festival was Navajo because he recognized the dialect when the old woman spoke to her business partner.  He had been to Arizona many years back and he assumed they were probably traveling to different states. If he wasn't so obsessed with his bloodlust at the moment, he might have bought something. 
The first woman had short, reddish-brown hair. She was slender and fairly tall, dressed in a brown suede skirt with a white blouse. She lifted up an oddly-shaped white and turquoise vase, which had intricate designs on its contours. 
The second woman ambled over to her companion. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that his chest ached. She had very dark hair, long and almost black, but he couldn't tell for sure in the booth lighting. Her eyes were almond-shaped and her skin was golden, which he suspected was her natural coloration, not from the sun, lending an almost exotic appearance to her features.  She wore a simple blue sundress with brown cowgirl boots, providing an ample view of her shapely legs. He could see from the outline of the dress that she had enough curves to make a man want to inspect her further. 
The surprised look on her face pleased him for some reason. He knew it was her blood he had sensed; he could smell it very well now. His hearing was sensitive enough that he could pick up the rest of their conversation as well.
"Isn't this it? That's exactly what you're looking for, right?"
"Oh, Natalie, it's perfect!"
"You have to buy it, Des."
He winced at the nickname, which didn't suit her natural beauty at all.
"It's so lovely." 
The breathless quality to her voice caused him to close his eyes briefly. He could listen to that voice for hours.

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A list of Marie's books and pen names:

Marie Lavender: Upon Your Return; Magick & Moonlight; Upon Your Honor; Second Nature

Erica Sutherhome: Hard to Get; Memories; A Hint of Scandal; Without You; Strange Heat; Terror in the Night; Haunted; Pursuit; Perfect Game; A Touch of Dawn; Ransom; Leather and Lace

Kathryn Layne: A Misplaced Life

Heather Crouse: Express Cafe and Other Ramblings; Ramblings, Musings and Other Things; Soulful Ramblings and Other Worldly Things

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