Friday, July 26, 2013

Another Drop of Blood in the Chosen Bucket! HERE- *real time* Readers!

An Excerpt from CHOSEN and a *clever reader* hint....

Okay... normally I go for an absolute *stun the reader* field goal by throwing an epic twist in my works. Well why break stride, I ask?


But I'm going to offer a hint:

What is Xena doing in the middle of my post? Huh... well, I like her style guys. I have a new character in CHOSEN that reminds me a little of Xena.

Who is She? Well, here's where I'm bratty... you'll have to read it to find out. If I don't have a batch of collective readers that gasp and cover their mouths at the newest revelation in CHOSEN I'll eat my hat (even though I never wear them...).


“Stop that, Were,” Marcus warned, then added, “you are standing in the blood of my Combatant. I cannot kill you for fear of retaliation from the local Were den.” Marcus' voice said clearly that the thought had occurred to him. He slid a glance toward Lawrence, who gave him neutral eyes in return. “However, if you had killed the queen's guard... it would have been within my rights to do so.”

“A pleasure to do, I imagine,” William added, his eyes like slits.

Tony stopped clapping and looked at the vampire. “Y'know, you're beginning to get on my last nerve, drinker.”

William's lips curled in disgust, a hint of fang showing. “Which part insults you most? That you seek a violent end for its own sake? That you manipulate all for your own gain?”

Tony grinned at William, baring his teeth. “Your existence for starters. And yeah, I never said I wanted to lead-- I want to rule....”


Well lah-dee-dah. Tony is so him. But we have a female counter:

Yeah, it's Xena again. She personifies much... but not all. I'm rubbing my hands together with glee on this guys.


Who is this guy? Well Slash... of course. Although I believe his heart lies with another....

Any ideas on who this new female character is? I'm dying to hear your thoughts!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A Bloody Teaser from CHOSEN!

Oh Jacqueline... how we loathe you. Oh Jacqueline, how perfect you are for Tony!

*The following excerpt is for a mature readership

“Do we have an understanding, dog?” she inquired in a light mocking tone.

Tony nodded. His reaction was all yes... but within those eyes something very like hate and plotting lurked. Jacqueline knew that their alliance would be tenuous at best... at worst- she would die by his hand.

She straightened. “Let us come to terms then.”

“You fucking kicked my nuts around my ears, lady... I think it'll be a minute before I can manage moving.”

Jacqueline's lips curled. “As you were then.”

She walked off as the eyes of someone who wished her the finest degree of harm followed Jacqueline into the shadow of the trees....

I have a gigantic twist in CHOSEN that just came to life and I can't believe it myself. Even for me; it stretches plausibility... yet, it makes sense. I love to shed light on The Demented in my work and we will find out more about the transgressions of Tony's past in this novel....

Hang on to your seats guys, it'll be a wild one!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Tamara Rose Rambles... July Vlog!

Hi Guys... Okay- yes, I skipped June so we're 13 minutes on this Ramble... lol

What do I discuss?
A Terrible Love
A Brutal Tenderness
The Darkest Joy
Blood Chosen
My newest handbag...
What I'm reading!
What I've read~

Thanks for your support guys; you're the best :D

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

When Choosing BLOOD is Never Easy....

As promised, an excerpt from my next release: BLOOD CHOSEN
Coming Labor Day 2013!
Julia's angry and confused, because the tables have been turned. What she thought she knew is no more, what little bit of continuity Julia gained, has been stripped.


“I haven't forgotten who I am,” Jason said, his hand going to his chest, thumb pressing deeply into the muscles of his bare chest, tattered denim barely clinging to provide a semblance of modesty.

“She has,” he said, pointing a finger at Julia and she lost it.

It was the last accusation of how awful, incompetent, ungracious and uncaring she'd put up with. His rant hit low and deep, tearing something apart inside her that she didn't know she had.

Julia strode to Jason, five feet four to his six feet one and open-palmed slapped him without breaking stride, the ringing of her flesh on his filled the silence with the sharp echo of her anger. It made her palm burn and her wrist ache. “Don't you tell me how wrong I am, how much I suck and how you don't give a shit about me. I get it. And,” Julia's eyes struck his like a patch of searing sunlight, “... FYI, I didn't ask for this.” Her lip trembled with the need to cry and she held it in, biting the inside of her lip to do it.

Jason's eyes blazed and he reclaimed the stride she'd given up, looming above her, the imprint of her palm an angry smear of red on his face.

Julia was simply too pissed to be scared, her anger at everything over the past two years coming to an ugly head. Jason put a tender hand on her head, smoothing over her hair from the crown to the soft roundness before it dipped to her spine. “I hate you, Jules,” he whispered as he pulled her close to him and she nodded, tears rolling despite the blood that filled her mouth to stop it.

“I know,” she replied softly.

Then he drew her into his arms and kissed her, his breath sucking in as that drop of blood inside her mouth burst between them like a gem of inception. Jason wrapped Julia against him, his lips moving away from her mouth and pressing soft kisses all over her face as she gasped and cried, clinging to him and kissing him back, her hands moving up to link together around his neck and he buried his face into her neck, half picking her up.

“I love you,” Jason said against her neck before he allowed himself to be torn away by Scott.

Julia watched that slice of vulnerability like a fleeting cloud race across his face. “I know,” Julia whispered for only his ears to hear....


I know guys, but this is the tone of CHOSEN. Julia grows, weaknesses become strengths. Untenable choices will be made. Subterfuge will reign supreme and some hateful characters will cause strife while ones we love do their best. Such is life if Singers were a reality....