L.d. rose romance at its darkest. hypoxia and anoxia

A few personal notes: I recently signed a contract with an amazing practice in New England and I’M SO EXCITED (and terrified)! Life is definitely going to get interesting next July, LOL, but I’m looking forward to getting out there and doing my thing. Also, I’ll finally be getting back to first round edits on VERMILION LIES so you’ll have it on time in the Spring.

My family moved into a little cape in southeastern Massachusetts (in the same city where the infamous Lizzie Borden hacked her parents to death) when I was around five years old. They were quite excited to finally have their own home after immigrating from the Azores, Portugal and apartment hopping since I’d been born. The house wasn’t in the greatest condition, but my dad planned to renovate both the interior and exterior over the next few years.


Let me get one thing out in the open first: I’m not super sensitive to the paranormal (certainly not like my sister, who experienced far more in this house than I). Since my family moved out of this house when I was in high school, I’ve literally never experienced another supernatural occurrence. The ghostly presences in this home were so strong even others sensed it. I do think there’s a gradation when it comes to these things, but I’m no expert, so that’s that.

It all started with the persistent pacing. I didn’t notice it at first, since my sister and I were kids running around making noise all day, but it was most obvious at night—someone kept walking up and down the stairs. The house was over a hundred years old, and yes it was creaky and constantly settling, but these sounds were just a little too rhythmic. If I was downstairs, I could hear people walking around upstairs when no one was up there. It was constant, back and forth, then it would stop for a period of time. My mom kept pawning it off as an old house, but I wasn’t convinced.

Also, the entire upper level of the house was always cold, especially the upstairs bathroom, no matter the time of year. One of my cousins (also only a child at the time) would completely flip out if he was left alone upstairs, screaming about the evil up there. Even though I didn’t think my ghosts were evil, I knew they were real, although I poked fun at him a little.

My sister and I would often hear voices at night. We both shared the same room and sometimes someone would whisper right along with us. We would both shut up immediately, holding our breaths and listening hard. hypoxic anoxic brain injury anthony The voices weren’t loud at all, barely audible really, and usually in different languages we couldn’t understand. One night, we heard a baby persistently crying. It terrified my sister so much, she dragged my mom into the room, and yes, even my mother heard it. She checked all the windows, and although it was the middle of winter, she told us it came from a neighbor’s house down the street. Bullshit! But she seemed entirely unsettled before she went back to bed.

Our ghostly residents liked to play tricks on us, too. Again, this all happened on the upper floor, where the blinds randomly dropped with a terrifying crack. This happened constantly. My mom kept saying it was because the blinds were old, but c’mon, really?! I think not. I used to sit at my computer, listening to a cassette tape on the radio, when suddenly it would shut off. I would hit play again and literally stare at it, waiting. Right before my eyes, the “stop” button was pushed, as if by an invisible hand. I guess my spectral roommates didn’t care for the music!

What else? My father (a believer) later told me he once heard a tremendous crash downstairs one night, as if someone had knocked over the hutch filled with glasses and porcelain dishes. Terrified, he went downstairs to investigate, thinking someone had broken into the house. To his relief, he found nothing—everything was in its place and all was silent. He was positive he hadn’t imagined it, and it still stumps him until this day.

And last, but certainly not least, when I was ten we adopted an adorable German Shepard named Legend. She was sweet, playful, and loved to run around the house, like any happy dog. anxiety disorder nhs However, she often leapt over the front gate (a standard chain-link fence) and would do so if riled up enough. She lived five glorious years before she one day leapt over that fence, chasing a motorcycle, and ended up struck by a car.

It would always happen randomly at sundown. We’d be sitting downstairs in the basement, watching TV or playing video games, when a loud gallop would suddenly resonate all around the house from outside. The noise was thunderous in the basement, and it sounded just like Legend running circles around the perimeter–the way she used to when she was alive and well. This went on for weeks. My dad was stunned and a little scared, but soon it stopped. Oddly enough, my mom never experienced it.

My sister also had an incident with the ghostly Legend, where she was folding laundry upstairs (where else?) and sensed something four-legged racing at her. When she looked up, something pushed her, like a dog’s front paws and she fell back. Of course, nothing was there, but she sought me out, terrified and in tears. At first, I didn’t believe her—none of us had ever been physically touched by anything preternatural in the house. But her tears quickly convinced me otherwise—why would she lie about something like that?

So that’s a quick overview of my haunted house experience (although looking back at this blurb, maybe not so quick, ha!). My sister later saw a psychic medium who told her a young boy of about eight and an elderly woman were our ghostly residents. The elderly woman died in the upstairs bathroom (where else?) but the psychic wasn’t quite sure about the young boy. The medium believed the pacing and cold patches were thanks to grandma, while the blinds/radio stints were the little boy’s shenanigans. The medium apparently knew all about it, which is a curiosity in itself, but hell, I could believe that.

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Five years after being maimed and tortured by vampires, Blaze is still picking up the pieces of his shattered life. As a genetically engineered hybrid mercenary, his mission is to protect what’s left of humanity. When his tormentors return to the Bronx gunning for Blaze’s blood, he’s forced to face the demons of his past. Hell-bent on revenge, he seeks the help of Valerie Medeiros, an NYPD detective who manages to steal his heart and save his life in more ways than one.

Motivated by her sister’s gruesome death, Valerie’s life goal is to bury every vampire in the ground where they belong. She has a hard time trusting anything with fangs, yet she falls headlong into Blaze’s life, a life full of darkness and horror she can’t even begin to fathom. The bodies are stacking up, but Valerie can’t let go of this hybrid, a beautiful monster filled with pain, rage, and passion unlike anything she’s ever known.

She looked entirely confused as he turned away and headed for the door. Christ, he was acting like he’d never been in a woman’s apartment before, and God knew he’d been in many. nanoxia deep silence 4 matx But he’d never been this hungry around a woman before—at least, not in ordinary circumstances. And he wasn’t famous for his control.

He could feel it, that ugly darkness inside him spreading through his veins, making his lips and toes tingle. The leech opened its jaws and yawned, sucking down what was left of his civility. His gums tightened, squeezing his canines, urging them to grow, to elongate.

He slammed the door behind him and managed to stagger ten paces down the hall before his limbs stopped working. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face and trickled down his spine. His hands shook and he clenched them into fists. He stood there, chest heaving, heart pounding, fangs pulsing, cock throbbing. He closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the ceiling, trying to wrestle the monster down, trying to beat it back into submission.

Through the din in his head, Blaze heard a door click behind him, disengaging from its frame. It creaked open slowly as jasmine slithered through the hallway toward him, rising up and striking at his senses, delivering the final blow. He craned his neck and spotted her.

Not even his past life as a former Marine and FBI agent could prepare him for the battle against the monster inside him, struggling to take hold. After an old nemesis of the Senary surfaces in Brooklyn, unleashing chaos and terror in the battered borough, Jon sets out to take him down. Instead, he ends up with far more than he bargained for when he clashes with the beautiful half-vampire hybrid, Lawan Knight.

After escaping near death and suffering unspeakable horror at the hands of vampires, Lawan trusts no one, regardless of species. In between bouts of drunken stupor, her only goal is to exterminate all those who’ve wronged her, including every member of Jon’s vampire bloodline. But Jon’s soulful eyes and quick smile crawls under her skin, transforming her black and white world into a hazy shade of gray.

We’ve been getting slammed with Nor’easters, bomb cyclones, blizzards, and what have you up here in the great Rhode Island and I’m definitely over winter already. Thank goodness I didn’t lose power, but the clean-up was definitely NOT fun! Not to mention the hospital where I work was pretty slammed, so it’s been pure madness here.

I’m making my way through revisions now, but I hope to have the manuscript to my editor in a few months. I can’t wait to share this story with you all! A badass superhero, a dark and sexy heroine, a forbidden love, vampires, chaos, DESTRUCTION! What more could you ask for?

L.D. Rose is a new author for me and WOW. She did such an amazing job of blending all the elements of romance. In “Sweet Sacrifice” you get your suspense and mythology as well as religion. The author kept me wanting to read more and more until my poor eyes just stopped focusing. Just when you think it can’t get better she throws in some paranormal battles, betrayals, and danger. Plus don’t forget the some smokin hot chemistry and a forbidden love. *Ding, Ding, Ding*. We have a WINNER with “Sweet Sacrifice”. 4.5/5 Stars! – Night Owl Reviews

Elation flooded her as she turned to find him peering up at the device, shutting it off with his marked hands. When the alarm ceased screaming, he dropped it on the mattress behind him and gave her a sleepy smile. Shifting toward her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tucked her close to him, spooning his warm, equally naked body against hers and nuzzling her hair.

“Whoa, whoa.” Sebastian followed suit, sunlight draping over his skin, rendering his already stunning body even more glorious. His tousled hair shone auburn in the golden rays, his feathered markings absorbing the light like black paint, and Jesus Christ, was that a sword etched into the length of his muscular leg–

Sebastian pitched a sigh, wrapping the towel around his waist and tucking the edge at his hip. If it weren’t for the panic of being caught, she would’ve taken time to admire everything about this moment, waking up on a beautiful summer day with this gorgeous man in her bed.

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