Originally posted by Renee Scattergood:
Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight. This week Rosemary A Johns is visiting to share her Rebel Vampires series. Later, she’ll be sharing an excerpt from Blood Renegades, the third and latest book in the series. First, let’s learn more about Rosemary.
Winner of the Silver Award in the National Wishing Shelf Book Awards, Rosemary A Johns is the author of the bestselling Blood Dragons and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires series. Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.Rosemary A Johns is a music fanatic and a paranormal anti-hero addict who creates spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and passionate romances, all uniquely told. She wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten when she discovered the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University, run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group, Dreaming Spires.
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About the Series
Blood Dragons (Rebel Vampires Book 1)
What if the courage to rebel against your vampire family comes at a price?In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the Blood Lifer world with a photographic memory, a Triton motorbike, and a love for the hunt. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. But he’s keeping a secret from her that breaks every rule.
1960s London. Kathy is a seductive singer but she’s also human. Light is tempted by the danger, even though their romance is forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For both species.
When Light discovers his ruthless family’s horrifying experiments, he questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s always feared. Unless Light plays the part of the hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he loves.
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Blood Shackles (Rebel Vampires Book 2)
When vampires are slaves, and humans are acting like monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress.In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the Blood Lifer world, but then for the first time he becomes the hunted, not the hunter. When he’s bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t, he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the slaver’s daughter. She buys Light like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk everything – even his new love – to save them?
A stunning revelation leads Light to the dark heart of the Blood Club. If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole species from slavery.
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Blood Renegades (Rebel Vampires Book 3)
Light lives for his vampire family. Now he may die for it.Light – rebel, lover, anti-hero – will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden, paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers. Liberty is a relentless interrogator. She’s been trained to hate Renegades by the powerful Blood Life Council. Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the dark and glory of his world.
Light is catapulted into a nightmare of secret research, deadly enemies, and perilous intrigue.
Soon he’s in a race against time to transform into the true leader vital to save his family, home, and love. But will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Light must make the ultimate choice: to hide in the shadows. Or walk into the light…
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Keep reading for an excerpt from Blook Renegades:
When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.
There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.
Slam.
A door on the right.
I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.
A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.
Shuffle scamper. Slam.
Shuffle scamper. Slam.
The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.
Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.
I gulped.
We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.
But that was the bollocks.
We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.
So I ran.
Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.
I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.
I smirked: go evolution.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.
I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.
When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.
All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.
‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.
‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.
I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly?
I didn’t even convince myself.
Then I heard a ping behind me.
It couldn’t be..?
Shuffle scamper…shuffle scamper…shuffle scamper…
That was sodding it: no more being the prey.
I spun round to face my tormentor…
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