- October 4, 2015
“Nothing is black and white but there are numerous of shades of gray in-between and I found that quite honest and real.” ~I Work for Books
“Glamour and danger mix in a dark combination of romance and suspense.” ~Feathered Quill Book Reviews
“The emotions I felt when reading this book ran from one extreme to the other throughout the story. The villains in this story had several layers which only added to the danger and excitement. The way this story captivated my time I could not quit until the very end. The action and the confrontations were extreme and a bit more graphic than other reads, but this just added to the intensity of the struggle they were all facing.” ~Bitten by Books
” Immortal Obsession is a book with so many layers of history and emotion you simply can’t stop turning pages to see what happens next.” ~Vampire Romance Books
“I like Denise K. Rago’s vampires, they remind me of Anne Rice’s immortals, with their beauty and seductiveness. The love story within the book was interesting and I kept wondering when and if Christian and Amanda would get together. I liked Christian and how he still kept a shred of humanity within himself.” ~The Bookworm NJ
“This book is mad house crazy, whirlwind of events. It is fast pace, will never let you up for air, and I doubt you would ever want to. Nothing is as it seems. I found the twists to be unpredictable.” ~WereVamps Romance
” The first word that comes to mind in describing this book is intense. The emotions are vivid and throw you into the book without a second glance back.” ~Geek on the Brink
- October 1, 2015
Steps away from Central Park, among careworn books and paintings, the vampire Christian Du Mauré quietly watches over two modern mortals. Amanda and Ryan are the last two descendants of a painful affair Christian had more than two centuries ago with a mortal aristocrat in Paris. On the eve of revolution, he made a promise to his dying lover that he would secure their safety without ever involving them in his own twisted world.
When Immortal Obsession begins, Christian’s promise is intact; his young ancestors suspect nothing of their origin. Amanda’s life is happily predictable: she landed her childhood dream job working for New York’s monolithic Metropolitan Museum of Art, where she unites her fascination with Revolution-era Paris and her abiding love of art. During one especially late night at work, Amanda is roused by an unexpected phone call. Her brother Ryan (and only living relative) needs her help urgently; can she come right away? Against her better judgment, she rushes to meet him in Central Park—and unwittingly becomes entangled in a world she never imagined was real.
October 10 marks a very special anniversary for me. I have often spoken about it in interviews and though I am not sure how my readers feel about it, this experience changed my life and set me on a course that is still evolving.
Immortal Obsession began on October 10, 2005 after a paranormal experience I had in Manhattan, in a diner, prior to a U2 concert, when my path crossed with that of a beautiful, unusual stranger who sat down at a table behind my husband and I. He was very tall, with waist-length blond hair and dressed entirely in black. When our eyes met and he said hello, he felt familiar to me as I fell into his dark eyes.
That weekend I began writing Immortal Obsession and when my husband and I talked about this mysterious stranger, I realized we saw two very different people that night. The experience was unnerving, yet exciting. This stranger was the inspiration for my main character, the vampire Christian Du Mauré and I have since learned that this being is someone I have known from a past life. He continues to guide me as his role in my writing and my life continues to unfold.
He is my muse. The vision I encountered in that diner was the vampire I was to write about and as I learn more about the role of my guide, I believe what I am expressing in my writing somehow parallels a past experience I had with this man in another time and place. My passion for writing comes from my passion for him. This is the story I need to tell about my vampire Christian Du Mauré; his best friend, Michel Baptiste, and the woman they both love, mortal aristocrat, Josette Delacore.
Themes such as unrequited love come through in my novels as my characters struggle with their choices as well as their losses. There is hatred, betrayal and guilt as well. Very human emotions, indeed. Perhaps the lesson which has been reinforced for me is that love never dies. The emotion stays with us and moves with us through time as we meet soul in our present lives that we knew in a past life.
I must honor my guide and muse so I will share something of Immortal Obsession each day through October 10 when I will post an entire chapter from my present novel, Eternal Hunger. It is the third in my series and presently I am not sure if this will be the end or just one more novel as I discover more about Christian du Mauré and myself as we travel this road together.
Thank you for being such a large part of my journey through the support, encouragement and joy you have shared with me. Knowing you love Christian as much as I do compels me to continue to bring him to life.
- September 25, 2015
There are places which grab you and never let go. We all have experienced this irrational obsession that grips us and refuses to let go.
The Chateau de Singes is one of those places.
A chateau in ruins in Rouen France which has captured my attention. It feels familiar and though in decay I find it breathtaking.
It has scant history which makes it all the more mysterious.
A place I have never seen in the flesh but only read about on the internet. A place which has become the hub for my third novel, Eternal Hunger.
Not to give too much away but this place has come to the attention of many of my vampires who decide that this place is the perfect setting to hide and plot. In a recent blog Michel reflects on being there one night in the eighteenth century for a party held by the illusive owner who loved to bring mortals and vampire together for more than champagne and a chance to discuss the latest Parisian fashions.
Perhaps these vampires find in it the same qualities that fascinate me.
I share a bit of this mysterious place with you here through the eyes of my vampire, Christian du Mauré and who knows, perhaps I have been there in another lifetime.
It took me a moment to recognize the animal on the painted panels. Barely showing through were images of monkeys.
Château de Singes. Château of Monkeys.
I had heard of this place which was rumored to sit in the forests on the Normandy coast. As a young vampire, there were many distractions in Paris and I had no desire to travel outside the city though I had heard the tales. Maybe it was near the coast of Normandy in Cahaignes? I could not really remember for its location was kept secret even then, though I had heard many a Parisian aristocrats speak of the lurid parties, human sacrifices and the like that went on there and though I ignored such things, chalking them up to nonsense, after what I had experienced recently I now know that anything is possible. I tried to recall everything that I had ever heard about this place despite being such a pragmatic soul, not one prone to suspicions and hearsay.
Now I know better.
- September 3, 2015
PARIS FRANCE ~ 1786
Josette adjusted the bodice of her sky-blue gown. She would have chosen another, the forest green gown that matched her emerald eyes, but no, her mother thought this one made her looked older, more mature; as if at almost fourteen she could appear any older. She thought the gown revealed too much décolletages, yet her mother insisted.
“Now, sit child and let me pin up your hair.”
“But, mama, I prefer it down. I thought you loved my curls.”
Her mother pushed her down onto the seat in front of the table de toilette and grabbed her hair brush, obviously ignoring her daughter’s request.
“You look so much more elegant Josette with your hair piled high, now hold still.” Josette watched as her mother systematically brushed her hair and pinned each strand of her dark curls up on her head.
As her mother styled her hair, Josette thought about the upcoming social season and her mother’s ardent quest for a husband. She could not bear to spend another summer reading cards for her mother’s guests while helping her choose a suitable new husband. Perhaps the long winter had made her restless, or the thought of seeing Monsieur Richard once again stirred her blood and gave her hope.