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EXCITING New Black Swan Series!!

Rosie Storm is about to get the chance to head up a new Black Swan unit, D.I.T. The Department of Interdimensional Trespass.

D.I.T. Book 1 will be followed by two others to release between now and October 31st.

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By |July 11th, 2017|Uncategorized|0 Comments

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By |March 10th, 2017|Uncategorized|0 Comments

Award Sweep

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Sending out a blessing to every one of you who took the time to cast a vote! May that gesture come back to you quickly and be joyfully multiplied.

Working harder than ever to earn this recognition. – Victoria

Nominated for Paranormal Romance Novel of the year:

Falcon FIRST PLACE

Journey Man SECOND PLACE

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Nominated for Best Paranormal Romance Series:

KNIGHTS of BLACK SWAN FIRST PLACE

KBS NEXT GENERATION SECOND PLACE

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JAX EXCERPT…

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Excerpt from JAX, Next Generation Book 2

“So you’re the vampire?” Jax opened his eyes to look at the owner of the deep male voice and found a man standing in the aisle by the empty recliner next to him. He nodded. “Want some company?”

For a split second Jax debated whether to tell the truth or not. The truth was that he wanted to be alone to further contemplate the mystery of Drogheda Daley and how she’d managed to do what no other woman, out of a hundred thousand, had done. Namely, to cause Jax to think about her after what he affectionately called the ‘nip and tuck’ was over

He wanted to be alone, but didn’t want to be rude. So he motioned to the unoccupied seat.

The man introduced himself as he sat. “Blake Lavers. I’m attached to Edinburgh. Paranormal Investigation.” The guy looked a lot younger than he sounded. He had coal black hair and pale green eyes that were highlighted by long dark lashes. Jax supposed that women probably found him attractive. “I guess it doesn’t get much more paranormal than being a vampire. So I thought I’d kill some time investigating.”

Jax rewarded Blake’s attempt at humor with a half-smile. “So this is an interview?”

Blake laughed. “Interview with a vampire? Good one. Yeah. I guess. If you’re up for it. But no matter what you say, it’s not going to end with me asking you to turn me.”

“No? And why’s that?”

Blake narrowed his eyes. “Sly. I’m the one asking the questions.”

“And I’ll answer if it’s an exchange. Perhaps you know things that would either inform or entertain me.”

Blake seemed to consider that. “Tit for tat? Quid pro quo?”

“Whatever you want to call it.”

“I should probably invite my partner over.” He glanced toward the front of the plane where a young woman with mahogany hair and the youthful look of a cheerleader was staring unabashedly. “Megan.” Blake grinned. “But I won’t. Maybe if you tell me stuff she wants to know, she’ll finally break down and sleep with me.”

Jax looked from Blake to Megan and back again, wondering if they were as young as they looked or if he was feeling the effects of being ancient, even if he also looked no more than twenty four.

“I’m feeling generous. You go first.”

“Any regrets? Are you glad you were turned?”

“Wow,” Jax said in a rare use of the modern exclamation. “You go right for the kill. Maybe you should have been a journalist.”

Blake suddenly looked older as his smile widened slowly. “Making a mental note that you ducked a direct and immediate reply. You stalling, vampire?”

“I may have been remiss in not telling you my name. It’s Jaxon Kell. These days humans call me Jax. Not vampire.” Jax gave the P.I. a slow appraisal of his own. “You’re a chess player, aren’t you?”

“That’s two evasions and a delay still in progress. You can take a minute if you need to think about the answer.”

Jax grew serious and sighed. “Honestly. I’ve never been asked that question nor have I ever put it to myself. Probably because it’s entirely impractical. What would be the point of dwelling on what cannot be changed?”

“Practical or not, if you hadn’t made a good adjustment, you’d have a ready answer about regrets. Since you don’t, I’m going to put that in the ‘no’ column.”

Jax narrowed his eyes. “Are you a mental therapist?”

Blake burst out laughing then shook his head. “Hardly. Your turn.”

“Tell me about a case you’ve worked on that would make a good movie.”

Blake laughed again. “Well, Jax. I’ve got to admit that you’re not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“Which question do you want answered this turn? Number one or number two?”

“Number two.”

“Hmmm. Ego gets ‘em every time. Maybe I’m a little Hollywood-influenced myself. I guess I expected you to be grim and brooding. Angsty. And older. I thought you’d be at least fifteen years older. I mean… Well, you know what I mean. Not in how old you actually are, but how old you look.”

“I understand.”

“When I asked the question about regret I would have thought you’d go on about what a nightmare life has been for you. I’m not getting the sense that your life has been a nightmare.”

Jax chuckled. “I hope this is not disappointing you, but I’ve had a pretty good life.”

“Yeah. That’s the vibe that’s coming through loud and clear.”

“Are you psychic?”

“A little bit. Everybody in P.I. is. A little bit. Your turn. What made you decide to, uh, come out of the shadows? That’s just an expression and not meant to cast aspersions. Can I just have a blanket ‘no offense’ waiver for the remainder of this exchange?”

Jax chuckled. Blake was the sort of person who’d be hard not to like. “Yes. You can have a ‘no offense’ waiver, but that was two questions. So it’s my turn.” Blake smiled and good naturedly shook his head at his own folly. “Answer the movie question.”

“Okay. A case that would make a good movie. Truthfully, they would all make good movies if they involved taking the camera behind doors with Megan. I’m thinking Megan undressed would be box office gold.” He raised his eyebrows for emphasis. “But I’m also thinking that’s not what you’re asking.” A quick glance at Jax confirmed that. “There was this guy who was convinced his wife was shtupping a ghost. They’d bought a Brownstone in Brooklyn to renovate.”

Jax felt his eyes glaze over for a second as he calculated the odds of talking to two humans in two days about renovating a Brownstone in Brooklyn and wondered if fate was screwing with him.

“That’s what we were doing in New York,” Blake continued. “The guy kept telling everybody that the place was haunted and that his wife had fallen for the spirit that came with the house. The wife, who was no longer enamored with the hubby, called Bellevue and the state got involved. Somebody on the inside… you know we’ve got people everywhere, somebody called Black Swan to report that a case involving something paranormal had been brought to their attention.

“To make a long story short. The poor devil was telling the truth. The wife was schtupping the ghost of a guy who’d been a previous owner.”

“How is that possible?”

Blake grinned and held up a finger in a way that was both dorky and utterly charming. “That can be your next question. Here’s mine. Again. What made you come out?”

“Symbiosis was upset and things had become unbalanced. If too many deadheads multiply too quickly, humans become extinct in a shockingly short time. Then where would I be? It was purely selfish. I need humans to survive. As a TV vampire once said, it’s like millions of Happy Meals walking around on two legs.”

“I see.” Blake blinked several times.

“You look like you weren’t expecting that answer.”

“I guess I wasn’t. Makes sense though.”

“Now you. How is it possible for a ghost to ‘shtup’ anybody?”

Once Blake recovered from being forced to think of himself as a ‘Happy Meal’ on two legs, he grinned. “You know the thing I love most about my job is that the unthinkable and improbable are the stuff of routine. When I come to work, I never know what’s going to happen. In this case, the spirit apparently becomes corporeal when sexually aroused. Afterward he fades into a form so diaphanous he’s virtually invisible.”

“Wow.” Even Jax couldn’t believe he’d used that word twice in one day. “Does that kind of thing happen often?”

Blake did a bobble head. “Let’s just say it’s not novel.”

“What happened?”

“With the marriage?”

“Yes.”

“I just gave you a pass on three questions. No more bob and weave. Tell me how you became a vampire.”

“I was a farmer near Yerk. That’s what it was called then. It’s known as York now.”

“England.”

“That’s right. I met an immortal in the town while running an errand for my father. She liked what she saw and turned me.”

“With your consent?”

Jax smiled. “What happened to the marriage?”

“They’re divorcing. The husband moved out. But the ghost told the wife where to find gold that he’d hidden behind a wall. It’s enough to make her rich by most standards of comparison. So she’s going to use it to buy the house herself.”

“I wish I could think of another word besides wow.”

Blake chuckled. “In this business, that word is my best friend. I’ve got to say that it’s kind of fun to wow a vampire with a ghost story.” Jax grinned and shook his head. “So. Consensual or not?”

Jax looked away momentarily and sighed. “That’s a hard question. My first reaction would be to say yes and no. The immortal who made me what I am asked if I wanted a carefree life, to be as rich as a king, to travel to exotic places and see marvelous things, to have eternal youth and have sexual power over women. I was a virgin and had never even been to a town the size of Yerk before. Naturally, I thought all that sounded great. Nothing was said about the downside.”

“And what is the downside?” Jax tipped his chin and gave Blake a slanted look. “Okay. Ask your question first.”

 

Blake kept Jax amused for most of the long flight overseas.

When the jet touched down, Blake said, “Where are you headed?”

“Venice. I’m on a recruiting mission.”

Blake smiled. “Gotta keep the Happy Meals reproducing.”

Jax grinned. “That ‘no offense’ waiver goes both ways.”

“Sure.” Blake stuck out his hand. Jax looked at it for a couple of seconds before shaking. “Let me know next time you’re in town. We’ll get a drink or something.” He caught himself. “I mean alcoholic beverages.”

“Yeah. I knew what you meant.”

“Maybe I’ll introduce you to Megan.” Blake lowered his voice. “But only if you agree she’s off limits.”

Jax chuckled. “She’s very cute, but you have my word. Megan is off limits.”

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Brant shrugged a big shoulder. “Too much green to turn away even if I need to do it myself. Arnold said the dad could have taken out a contract for what he’s paying us. And he’s right. It’s a chunk of change.”
When Arnold had blurted that out in meeting, he’d gotten several awkward minutes of silent stares from around the club table. They were bikers, but they weren’t killers. Even back in the days when they operated outside the law, they hadn’t been killers. At present they were businessmen who happened to like bikes and hold a certain disdain for authority and rules of all kinds.
“What’s involved? Pick her up and fly her here?”
Brant laughed and shook his head. “If that was all there was to it, guys wouldn’t be ducking around corners avoiding me. The man has hired the club to execute the disappearance of his daughter and keep her in the wind until after the divorce is final.”
“Why does she need to disappear until after the divorce is finalized?”
“The soon-to-be ex-husband is dangerous and greedy. The girl’s father thinks he may try to have her killed before the divorce goes through. He suspects this man of devising some clever means that would give him an airtight alibi while also making him eligible to inherit her trust fund.”
“Who is it?”
“The client?”
“Yes.”
“Severn Carmichael.” Brand’s eyebrows went up and he whistled. “I suspected you’d know who he is.”
“Our enterprises have touched circuits now and then.”
“He know who you are?”
“He probably knows who I am, just like I know who he is, but we’ve never met.”
Brant seemed satisfied with that. “What do you think?”
“Let me make sure I’ve got this straight. I need to pick her up somewhere in New York, bring her to you, and make sure she’s not seen or followed on the way.”
“In a nutshell.”
“What aren’t you telling me? Why isn’t it safer to shelter in place wherever she is?”
“He’s scared. Really scared. Thinks this guy can get through any defense he can mount.”
Brandon nodded thoughtfully. “When did you tell him we’d get her?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“Day after tomorrow? Forty eight hours to come up with a plan and make arrangements to be away from the office?”
“Security will work with you on a plan. Taking time off work? Come on. You’re the boss, aren’t you? You want the job or not? If you do, I’ll call a meeting and get a vote on patching you.”
Brandon hadn’t realized how badly he wanted that until it was offered. He’d thought it was something that would never be within his grasp, but suddenly there it was. He didn’t really have a choice. Once in a lifetime offer to get the only thing he wanted that he didn’t already have?
Hell, yes.
“Hell, yes.”
Brant smiled as they stood up. He slapped Brandon on the shoulder and it made Brand’s heart ache for the years he’d missed not having his father in his life.
“I’ll call you later with the verdict,” Brant said.
They mounted their rides and ignited the engines. The noise made all the patrons of Chuy’s turn and look. The men wished they were on those bikes. The women wished they were sitting behind the men on those bikes.
Brant turned west on Bee Caves. Brandon saluted as he turned east.

By |December 12th, 2016|biker romance, Contemporary Romance, mc romance, Victoria Danann|2 Comments

It’s Brand’s Turn!

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  • Brand takes a job nobody wants to earn the respect of club members. Being third generation SSMC doesn’t go very far in biker cred. 
  • Camden Carmichael is running from a psycho ex. Lucky for her that her father has the means to hire Sanctuary Security to protect her until the divorce is finalized. 
  • Two strangers set out on a road trip together. At the end of it, neither will ever be the same again. 
 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Victoria Danann, adds a sizzling and surprising second book to the SSMC contemporary romance series. 

*Please note this book contains dark material that may be unwelcome by sensitive readers.* 

Brandon St. Germaine was at the top of the billionaire playboy heap when he learned about a side of the family that had been kept in secret. He left New York, moved to Texas, and took most of the corporate empire with him. But he worked at restructuring Germane Enterprises by putting trustworthy people in key positions to free up his time so that he could learn about the Texas motorcycle club branch of his family that had formed its own kind of dynasty.

His dad, president of the club his grandfather founded, spent three decades converting the club’s income sources to legitimate business dealings. One of the biggest earners was the security service. When a ridiculously wealthy, but justifiably scared father hires the SSMC to protect his daughter from the psycho she’s divorcing, Brand gets the job.

Get it today and find out why people are calling this series fun, priceless, sexy, and heart-throbbing!

By |November 23rd, 2016|Uncategorized|0 Comments

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By |October 15th, 2016|paranormal romance, podcast, romance, Victoria Danann|0 Comments

IT’S THEIR TURN!

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The next generation of the Knights of Black Swan have been inducted and vested with all the privileges and responsibilities of the legends in whose shadows they took their training. They are coming into their prime as servants of The Order, but still have most of their lives ahead. Or so each one hopes.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Victoria Danann, brings us a sizzling new take on the Knights of Black Swan. The boys are all grown up and bursting at the seams looking for action..

Black Swan believed they’d found the cure for the vampire virus, but it mutated and the resurgence threatened to be the extinction of humanity within a generation. But help emerges from a most unexpected source, a vampire.

Meanwhile, the new Director of Operations is cute, curvilicious and has Falcon reeling. And he doesn’t need distractions when he’s busy saving the world.

The epic saga that has won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES the past three years in a row (Reviewers Choice Awards, the Paranormal Romance Guild) continues with a new crop of vampire hunters that we already know and love. Preorder TODAY and be one of the first to find out why KBS is called astonishing, breathtaking, nail biting, spectacular, unique, and a wild and sexy ride.

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“I loved it. It affected so much that I dreamed about it last night.” – Ann Victor

“Best book of the year!” – Pam James

“Truly amazing,” – Deborah D’Agostino-Gardiner

EXCERPT #1

Storm wanted to appear nonchalant, but couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Ram when he said, “I’ll bet Elora would like to sashay by there tonight. We know she has a thing for talking vampire.”

Ram caught the mischievous gleam in Storm’s eye and knew Storm was teasing, but it was also a dig that didn’t go down easy. After three children and years of married life, the way Baka and Elora had interacted, back in the day, still bothered Ram. And Storm knew it.

Rammel carefully set his whiskey tumbler down on the table beside him before launching himself out of his chair so fast it looked like he’d been sitting on an eject mechanism. He flew across the space that separated them and attempted to get Storm in a headlock.

“What are you doing?!?” Storm wheezed, turning red and trying to get his breath while Ram’s forearm cut off his windpipe. “It was a joke!”

Ram didn’t respond to that protest because he didn’t care if it was a joke. He jerked Storm out of the chair by his neck, which was a testament to Ram’s strength because Storm was still a big well-muscled guy. As soon as they fell to the floor together, Ram hauled back and launched a fist that caught Storm in the side. Storm reacted by rolling over so that he could get enough room to clip Ram on the side of the face. Kay, of course, was yelling and doing his best to break it up, but in the process took punishing hits from both of them.

Several of the other knights came to assist Kay and fifteen minutes later, the three veteran members of B Team were standing in the Sovereign’s office being called on the carpet like they were kids.

“The. Hel.” said Glen, clearly furious. “Every trainee in Jefferson Unit has already heard that B Team were brawling in our own club lounge, rolling around on the floor like… like…”

“Brawlers?” Kay suggested.

“Famous legendary elite vampire hunters indeed.” The sarcasm was dripping from every word Glen uttered. “A fine example you set for the next generation tonight.”

“He started it,” Storm mumbled.

“You did not say what I think you just said,” Glen looked incredulous. “Is this some kind of midlife crisis?”

That hit a mark. All three men looked horrified. “We’re no’ yet even thirty five,” Ram protested.

“You’re acting like you’re not yet five.”

Ram glared at Storm. “There are just some things you do no’ say about an elf’s mate.”

Glen pulled back and studied Ram for a minute. “I don’t believe there is any power in heaven or hel that could make me believe Engel Storm insulted Elora Laiken.”

“Well,” Ram hedged, “he did no’ insult her per se.”

“Per se,” Glen repeated.

“Aye. Per se.”

Glen threw up his hands. “You know, I don’t really care what happened. If you were Z Team, I’d just roll my eyes and say, ‘What else is new?’ The three of you are going to be guest speakers at one ethics and decorum class per grade during this term.”

“Oh, for…” Kay started.

“Not. Another. Word.” Glen walked over and opened the door to his office. “Get out. And shame on you.”

Standing in the outer offices, Kay looked at the door that had been shut in his face and said, “I didn’t do anything! In fact I tried to stop it.”

Ram and Storm started walking down the hall toward the elevator. Storm turned to Ram and said, “Look what you did now.”

“You want me to? Pull your shirt up so I can see.”

“There’s nothing to see. You on the other hand are going to need some ice soon if you don’t want that eye to swell shut.”

Ram reached up and touched it. “You got me good,” he smiled.

Storm’s face split into a proud smile. “You’re gonna be wearing my mark for a while. Elora’s gonna chew your royal rear end when she hears about this.”

By that time Kay had caught up. From behind them he said, “Maybe you two are having a midlife crisis.”

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By |August 30th, 2016|Uncategorized|0 Comments

FIRE WOLF: CINAED quick excerpt

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Luna had jumped in to organize and make sure that everyone had a place to sleep. In all the excitement, it didn’t escape Stalkson Grey’s notice that she was exceptionally anxious. She jumped when he approached silently from behind and encircled her in his arms.
“What troubles you, mate?” he said.
“What makes you think I’m troubled?”
He gave her a little squeeze. “Don’t play your games of female wiles. I know every one of your moods.” He kissed the top of her head. “And your expressions.” He kissed the top of her shoulder. “And your tone of voice.” When he nuzzled into her neck, she let out a little squeal followed by a giggle. “So tell me now. I know other places that reap more than…”
“Alright!” she said and squirmed until she turned around in his arms and faced his breast bone. “I didn’t have a chance to get to know the others. We met and,” she glanced up for a second, “fell in love. Then we moved here right away. What if they don’t like me?”
Stalkson Grey’s chest rumbled as he barked out a laugh. “Not like you? Then we’ll have to build a new facility to house the insane.”
“I’m serious.”
“As am I. Everyone loves you, Luna. Perhaps they were standoffish in the beginning, but that didn’t last long. Right?”
“Right.”
“So don’t worry. You’re alpha’s mate, the most powerful female in all the land.”
She smirked. “You mean except for the other alpha’s mates.”
“When I say the land, I mean our land.”
“I see.”
He ducked down to look her in the eyes. “I hope you do. No worries.” 
“Okay.”
“No worries?”
She rolled her eyes. “No worries.”
“What I like to hear.” He looked around the clinic. “There’s nobody here. You want to play healer and…”
She laughed and slapped at him. “Get out of here. I’m trying to get ready for a population explosion.”
He sighed. “The burden of leadership.”
“Don’t make fun of me. You’re not the only one with responsibilities.”
“No fun intended. Promise.”
“Ha.”
He smacked her on the derriere playfully. “I was commiserating.”
“You were being an ass.”
He smiled wolfishly. “You mean I was being an ass man.”
She pointed to the door. “Out. I have work to do.” He pouted and gave her puppy dog eyes that almost made her relent. “Here’s the deal. You go peaceably now and tonight I’ll put on the red lace teddy you like so much…”
“Okay. Going.”
“Later.”
“Count on it,” he growled as he cleared the door.

By |August 15th, 2016|Uncategorized|1 Comment