Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Book Tour: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth Book 2: The Confession of Mr #Darcy, #Vampire! #Giveaways #Sales

Greetings, dear readers!
I decided that, as I am having a blog tour for Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, and I also happen to have a blog, I might as well participate as well!  Not only are there GIVEAWAYS, but also the eBook version of Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire, is on sale for 40% off throughout October! (That's only $2.99 US!)  The print version will be available by the end of the month.
PLUS - Book 1: Pulse and Prejudice is now available in paperback with a special introductory price of $13.50 - $4.50 off retail! It's available from Amazon, which is great if you have free shipping, or through Southern Girl Press for a dollar less, but then you pay for the shipping.
So, without further ado, here is the blog tour post; HOWEVER, I have a special excerpt for you!

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth
Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire
Colette L. Saucier

Genre:  Historical paranormal romance

Publisher: Southern Girl Press
Date of Publication: eBook August 8, 2016;
Date of Publication: print October, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-9969974-0-9
ISBN: 978-0-9863718-8-2
ASIN:  B01K3DP652

Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique

Book Description:

The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy - elegant, dark, brooding...vampire. In Pulse and Prejudice, the definitive vampire adaptation of Jane Austen’s classic, the Master of Pemberley reveals his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and forbidden love.

His story continues in Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, the lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, as death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans.  As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is?  Or will his jealousy tear them apart?

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth On Sale Throughout October for $2.99

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Also Available Book I

Note:  Pulse and Prejudice is not “fan fiction” but a complete stand-alone adaptation. No prior knowledge of Pride and Prejudice is required for full enjoyment of this remarkable novel.


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Excerpt from Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth:

In this scene, the newlyweds are settling into married life; and Elizabeth tries to make accommodations for Darcy's condition...

Elizabeth stood from the dining table and retrieved a bottle that had been secreted away in the cabinet of the sideboard. A lump formed in Darcy’s throat and a rock in his stomach as he watched his wife pour the dark red, viscous liquid into his wine glass.
“What is this?” he struggled to say.
She blinked back her confusion. “It is blood.”
“I know what it is,” his voice low and stern. “What are you doing with it?”
She still stood beside him, the amber coloured bottle in her hand until he wrenched it away from her and set it down on the table with a thud.
“I…I got it from Rivens.”
“Rivens. I knew he was hiding something.”
She sat back down and roused confidence to her voice. “Do not blame him. I asked him for it. I thought we could… dine together.”
Darcy resisted the urge to throw the glass across the room. He sat in silence for some time before he could master his emotions and comprehend that she had done this—all this—to please him, to make his situation more comfortable. She would not understand how the stark evidence of his condition sitting on the table before his wife filled him with disgust.
He hoped he could maintain civility in his tone. “Elizabeth, I understand that you intended no harm.” Still unable to face her, he saw the tension straighten her posture in his peripheral vision. “However, I do not want you to be involved in this part of my–” When he could find no appropriate word, he settled on “–life.”
“Involved!” Elizabeth’s voice rang with anger. “Am I not already involved?” She removed the fichu from her gown, thus exposing the tiny marks he had left on her neck, and forced his attention. “What is this then?”
He met her glare. “That is not the same. That has nothing to do with what I must take for sustenance!” He would kill Rivens if he could.
“Would it be preferable if that were my own blood in the glass?”
Darcy winced and turned away, suppressing the hunger that the very thought aroused within him and fearful he might not be capable of disguising it if he answered.
She sighed and took his hand again. “William, I am your wife; and as your wife, I intend to be involved in every part of your life.”
He stared at her several moments before nodding slightly. She smiled and appeared satisfied as she served food onto her plate. Possibly sensible of his discomfort, she attended her dinner most assiduously and paid no attention when he brought the glass of blood to his lips. He did not drink it down all at once as he was wont to do, averse to her thinking his hunger controlled him.
Elizabeth talked about different household matters, discussions she had had with the housekeeper Mrs. Reynolds that morning, and his wife’s natural affability—in concert with the effects of the blood—relaxed him sufficiently that he finished the contents of the glass in her presence; and he began to accept the soundness of her efforts. He offered her a smile, which she returned, his distress replaced with bliss.
“All right, Mrs. Darcy. This round to you. I will confess to this being the most pleasant meal I have had in some time.”
She laughed. “You make it sound as if we are at odds!”
“Perhaps had I not been taken by surprise. Forewarned is forearmed! Do you have any other changes in store for me?”
“I did want to discuss something with you.” She took a sip of wine, and then another, before continuing. “It is about the staff.”
“As you say, you are now mistress of Pemberley. If you are unhappy with any of the servants, then dismiss them. You need only discuss it with Mrs. Reynolds.”
“No, I am not unhappy with anyone.”
“I fear I do not understand. What is it about the staff?”
“You once told me that there were others…such as yourself…in Northern England. I thought perhaps we might hire some servants from amongst them.”
Darcy pushed back from the table, as if he could distance himself from the unsavoury topic. “No! What do you mean? Why would you suggest such a thing?”
“Pray hear me out. Think of the charade you perform for the footmen with meals. If our footmen were like you—”
Darcy shook his head. “No.”
“—you would not have to pretend. And think of your odd sleep habits.”
“Would it not be preferable to have a staff to serve your needs rather than you having to take such effort in concealing—”
“No!” he yelled and slammed his palm against the table, causing the silverware and Elizabeth to jump. “You go too far, madam! I will not have a household full of revenants! The subject is closed!”
She turned her eyes downward to her plate and then her lap. She raised her napkin to her lips before tossing it on the table. “Pray excuse me,” she said tersely as she stood from the table. “I have lost my appetite.”
Darcy remained seated as he listened to her exit. Too angry to follow, he emptied the contents of the bottle into his wineglass and drank it all at once; then he resisted the urge no longer and flung the glass into the fireplace.

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Monday, August 22, 2016

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth~Book II: The Confession of Mr Darcy, Vampire, Now Available on eBook PLUS 40% off Book 1

Gentle Readers,
Book II: The Confession of Mr Darcy, Vampire~Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth is NOW AVAILABLE on Kindle, Nook, Kobo, iBooks  (Print available in October).

"Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave."
Song of Solomon 8:6

In this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans.  As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is?  
Or will his jealousy tear them apart?

Please note:  This novel is much darker, bloodier, and sexier than Book 1. 

For a LIMITED TIME, Book 1: Pulse and Prejudice, will be on SALE for 40% OFF! (Sale ends September 30, 2016)

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Cover Reveal‬ for Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth - Book II: The Confession of Mr. ‪Darcy‬, ‪‎Vampire‬

August 2016

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:
for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.
                                          Song of Solomon 8:6

In this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans.  As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is?  Or will his jealousy tear them apart?

Artist: Dawné Dominique

Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

My Alien Abduction: #EhlersDanlos Syndrome #EDS @teaminspire @TheEDSociety #‎ZebraStrong2016‬

Greetings, dear readers!

Yes, I know, it has been quite some time since I have posted a blog. I could provide a litany of reasons why I have essentially vanished from social media, but today - for the last day of Ehlers-Danlos Awareness Month - instead I would like to focus on this debilitating and degenerative joint disorder.  I have had Type III EDS all my life but was not properly diagnosed until 2011.  Then all the puzzle pieces began to fall into place: the sprains, the splints, the surgeries.

My symptoms have continued to worsen to the point where pain and injuries frequently require complete bed rest, all from a condition that others cannot even see. (Effects on social life of invisible disorder.)

The following events occurred in 2007-2008, three years prior to my diagnosis. In 2009, one of the physicians who had treated me sent me this email:
Ms. Saucier -
I have been asked to give a presentation on evaluation of abdominal pain to a large conference of nurse practitioners here in New Orleans. I was wondering if you would mind typing up your story and emailing me. I thought hearing the story "from the horses mouth" would be a useful excercise for the presentation.

Please let me know if you're interested,

This is my story:

Tietze Syndrome: My Alien Abduction

In February of 2008, I went to a gastroenterology clinic for what came to be described as “right upper-quadrant post-prandial abdominal pain.” After an examination and discussion of my symptoms – nausea, pain, and fullness in the right upper abdomen below the ribs – Dr. W concluded that the problem was with my gall bladder and ordered an ultrasound. Surprisingly, the gall bladder looked fine on the ultrasound; so Dr. W sent me for a HIDA scan. My gall bladder performed perfectly on the HIDA scan, and Dr. W had to start from the beginning with a full evaluation.

I experienced the pain as either a dull ache on my right side, or as sharp, intense, labor-like pain that began usually directly below my sternum then radiating to below the rib cage and to my back. Nausea accompanied the pain with the intensity on a similar scale and causing a loss of appetite. Following an accident that required knee surgery and rehabilitation, I had gained weight; but now I had lost 16 pounds in two months.

The symptoms had begun a few days after Thanksgiving with an episode of severe abdominal cramping, although I did not have any more pain until a few days before Christmas; then the episodes became more frequent. Complicating the evaluation, for a few weeks in November I was in Thailand, where I consumed fresh produce, shellfish, and sushi.

Over the next several weeks, Dr. W ordered a series of tests that would consistently rule out all manner of medical possibilities, from ulcers to celiac to parasites. I provided stool samples, as well as blood and urine. I had a CT, an endoscopy, a colonoscopy, and a gastric emptying study. A congenital kidney defect was considered and ruled out as a possible cause of the symptoms. Various diets – low-residue, gluten-free – were ineffective.

In the meantime, the symptoms worsened with the dull ache constant and the sharp, intense episodes becoming more frequent and often debilitating. By April, the pain radiated from beneath the ribs to my back and caused numbness and tingling in my right shoulder and arm; and I noticed that the pain would cause my feet to become ice cold. With each incident, I found I could only lie flat on my back and wait for the pain to pass, which could take one to several hours. I also found that lying on my left side would exacerbate the pain on the right side.

Months of debilitating pain, as well as not being able to identify the cause, affected my emotional well-being as well. Frankly, I did not think I could continue living with the pain. I came to identify the fullness I felt as an “alien” inside of me; and with the pain at its most intense, I would cry and beg my husband to cut it out of me. In fact, I suggested to my doctor that he just cut me open so that he could find the source of all of this and remove it.

At a loss, Dr. W referred me to XXX Medical Center, where I met with Dr. NW. He repeated some of the previous tests and ordered an upper GI series. Still no answer.

Following a second CT scan, I essentially gave up on Western medicine. Previously I had attempted acupuncture for the symptoms with no results, but now after 6 months of misery and losing 35 pounds, I willingly tried the sacred medicines of Peru.

Flower bath prior to ayuhuasca ceremony
I spent a week in the Amazonian rainforest with the Matses Indians; the curandero applied sapo – a frog serum used to treat all manner of ailment – to me subcutaneously. I participated in three ayahuasca ceremonies, during one of which the “plant” told me that, although I felt the pain on my right side, the problem was actually in the middle of the left side of my back. Interestingly, during my time in the jungle with no electricity, no running water, and sleeping in a hammock, I experienced few episodes. In retrospect, I believe sleeping and lounging in hammocks to have been the factor that eased my symptoms.

Receiving sapo from Matzes Indian

In the throes of the sapo effects

The Reiki healer in Cusco
In Cusco, in the Andes, I worked with a healer who used the sacred San Pedro plant in combination with reiki to try to cure me. After all of the doctors I had seen and the tests I had endured, this Peruvian reiki healer was the only one who identified the pain as being my rib (specifically, “It is your r-r-r-r-r-rib”). He stated that what I had identified as the “alien” was actually a small mass caused by my sexual energy, but he had removed it by giving it a mantra and sending it to another planet (!).
He said to prevent it from returning, I should channel my sexual energy through yoga. I cannot attest to the efficacy of providing mantras to abdominal masses, but I
never again experienced the excruciating pain to the level that I had before.

In light of the benefit I received from the alien removal ceremony, I began to wonder if my condition were not a somatoform disorder. Once back in the states, in addition to taking up yoga, I began seeing a specialist in somatoform disorders in the hope that I would be able to eradicate the pain and discomfort completely. After several months without results, I started to think that I might just have to accept the pain and try to be grateful that the labor-like pains had gone, presumably with the alien to that other planet.

Then in October, I started having problems with the thumb on my left hand. I went to a hand specialist who diagnosed trigger thumb and prescribed 7.5 milligrams of meloxicam. Although the drug did little to help my thumb, within a day the abdominal pain was gone. After ten months of debilitating pain and a weight loss of forty pounds, a tiny yellow pill that cost $4 for a month’s supply alleviated my symptoms.

I immediately conferred with Dr. W and Dr. NW and explained about this miraculous drug. Within moments, Dr. NW provided my diagnosis: Tietze syndrome — a form of costochondritis, an inflammation of the costal cartilage of the ribs. The reiki healer in Peru had been correct.

After nine months, my alien baby was gone.