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Welcome to the Mistletoe Hop~ 

There's Romance in the Season

Seasons Greeting and thank you for stopping by S.E.X. Review Blog and Evelise Archer author blog. I hope that everyone is taking time to smell the roses as the holiday rush is upon us and give thanks for all the good we have in our lives.

I'm especially excited because I just signed a new contract for The Vampire's Coqui, Diablo's Pack 1~ due out in February 2016.

I'm also thankful for my family~ husband, children and my new granddaughter. And now for the CONTEST....

Tell me what you are thankful for and one random winner will be chosen to win a $10 Amazon GC and a book from my back list. The contest will stay open until December 21st.

In the meantime, enjoy a snippet from The Vampire's Coqui (unedited).

Happy Holidays and remember to keep hoppin'.

¡Qué mielda! Diablo couldn’t believe his ears. His vampiric hearing never betrayed him. How could it be? One phone call and his life could be changed forever. Hiring a vet would be fantastic, but the fact the vet turned out to be his life mate was overwhelming. Unlike most shifters who solely scented their mates, vampires were different―their mates voice called to them, much like the siren call, as well as scent. Luckily, for vampires, they didn’t need to be in physical proximity to know their mate, just hear the voice- the first step in finding that one. As soon as he’d meet the vet, his scent would surely be the final straw. He’d say it again― what the fuck. Diablo longed for a mate and permanent submissive, the one which fate chose to compliment his soul and heart. Dr. Kristoph Karlisle.

 Diablo was so taken back by the tingling in the back of his neck and the blood pulsing exponentially in his veins that he forgot to ask the man what type of shifter he was. Not that it would matter. Fate never chose wrong and Diablo would love the man no matter what he was. It also didn’t help when his mate answered with a “Yes, Sir.” Those were words the Dom in Diablo yearned for.

The phone interview went well and with the preliminaries out of the way, the good doctor would be arriving tomorrow early evening. Diablo decided to ready the guest room at the front of the hacienda. The man could rest and take in the surroundings before being subjected to the full interview. Diablo feared the close proximity to his mate may hinder his ability to rationalize, so he’d get Mikal to show him around the ranch. Depending on the type of shifter Kristoph was, Diablo didn’t know if he could sense a mate. If Kristoph did sense him, that would be a different story―close proximity be damned.

“Amigo, what’s wrong? Your usually pale pallor has gone as white as a sheet.” Mikal asked when Diablo disconnected his cell phone.

“Dr. Karlisle will arrive tomorrow evening, Mikal. Can you make sure the guest room in the front is prepared? We can make permanent arrangements after he arrives and accepts the position.”

“What makes you think he’ll accept so readily?” continued Mikal.

“He’s my mate,” whispered Diablo.

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