Hello, my name is Eileen Sheehan and I'm an author of fantasy romance. One of the characters of my imagination that I enjoy writing most about is the vampire. I have always found them charismatic in a sexy kind of way.
I've been getting some wonderful feedback about my vampire character, Nevi Sharpe, which leads me to believe I'm not alone when it comes to falling for a sexy vampire. I like to think vampires are like people with some good and some bad. Like with people, I gravitate to the good ones. It sure doesn't hurt if they're well build and handsome besides... and let's not forget rich! Why not. If I'm going to create a vampire to fall in love with why not have him be everything wonderful?
What about you? Do you prefer vampires who are good and protective of humans and sexy bedfellows or the ones who hunt them down and drain their blood?
The Vampire, The Handler, and Me
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Eternal Press, LLC
Date of Publication: September 1, 2015
Number of pages: 202
Word Count: 100 k
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
In a romantic triangle of good and bad, it's hard to tell who is good and who is bad.
Lizzy Ewing is caught in a romantic triangle between a two enemies; the handsome vampire, Nevi, and the hunky handler, Geoffrey. A handler herself, Lizzy must choose between Nevi and Geoffrey. One wants her for all the right reasons and one doesn't.
Will she discover who is who before the bad destroys the good?
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/_uPA_tE9aU8
“My name is Nevi, Nevi Sharpe,” he said with a deep, sultry accent. “May I ask with whom I have the pleasure of sharing scratch-off tickets?”
I wanted to answer him but I was still stuck on stupid. I opened my mouth to speak and absolutely nothing came out.
He was just a man, after all. What was my issue?
I just couldn’t move past the sense of magnificence that permeated the air around him. It was both electrifying and nerve wracking.
“You have a phone call,” blurted the bland voice of Miss Congeniality as she approached my newly discovered god-man with a cordless phone.
“Please excuse me,” he murmured in my direction as he snapped the phone from the clerk’s hand, obviously unhappy to be disturbed.
“Lizzy. Lizzy Ewing,” I forced past my lips as he stood up. “My name’s Lizzy Ewing.”
I could feel flames consume my cheeks when I realized how desperate my voice must have sounded. He studied me with dancing eyes—momentarily forgetting his annoyance about the phone call.“Nice to meet you, Lizzy Ewing,” he said warmly. “Please excuse me.”
With that, he lifted the phone unceremoniously to his ear and disappeared through a doorway behind the counter. I assumed it led to his office. At the faint sound of another door shutting behind that door, I felt I assumed right.
The clerk shuffled through the array of lotto tickets spread out on the counter in front of me with a notable smirk on her broad, acne infested face before looking up at me. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars,” she stated smugly.
I stood there looking at her for a brief moment while it registered with me…I was getting stuck with the entire bill of my not so private scratch-off tryst!
About the Author:
Eileen Sheehan lives in her native upstate New York where she enjoys the beauty of the New York Countryside.
When she is not sitting at the computer creating a new fantasy, she can be found helping her clients through her holistic business as Lena Sheehan a.k.a. Psychic Lena.
She takes advantage of her experiences, wisdom and knowledge of the paranormal and often finds ways to insert them into her writings.