Wednesday, July 15, 2009

EDEN'S HELL (my newest release)




COMING SOON TO PURPLE SWORD PUBLICATIONS

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Book I to Dawné Dominique's The First series.

If you ever thought you knew where vampires truly came from,
you will be in for a big surprise.

Next to be released in this series:

Dark Diary (coming July, 2010)
Kindred Blood
Crimson Cries
Nightstalker

BLURB:

In the beginning…

God created man and called him Adam, a fine specimen replicated in his own image. He then created woman to ease Adam’s loneliness and named her Lillith. Unfortunately, God realized his mistake too late in giving woman free will, for she would rule her domain–not man.

When Lillith left Adam, God created another for his first-born son, and gave her the name Eve and a kingdom called Eden, but by then it was too late, for he’d unleashed Hell into the world of man.

EXCERPT:

Satrina smiled, frigid and calculating. Her black gown looked glued to her body, concealing only the necessary parts that wouldn’t get her arrested for indecent exposure. The back was lower than Eva’s, revealing the top crack and arch of a perfectly shaped ass. The black of the material against her pale skin was breathtaking.

Addison didn’t look impressed. He pushed Eva behind him. “I thought these events bored you, Satrina?” he mocked. His fingers tightened around hers.


The vampiress sneered, and it was directed right at her. “There seems to be a lot you don’t know about me, Addison, my love.” A thin, black eyebrow rose. “And sharing my bed all those years, I’d thought you’d have learned a thing or two. Hell knows, I taught you.” She leaned to the side and peered at her. “Nice to see you again, Eva, my dear. You look good enough to eat this evening.”


When she flashed those pearly-whites, Eva drew back, squeezing her eyes closed.


“Did you enjoy the show?” Satrina’s mock sweetness stung like vinegar in a cut.


“Your answer is to be delivered to me no later than the eve of tomorrow, not now. So, until that time, you will stay away from Eva, and that includes your pets!” Addison growled and again, several heads turned their way.


Eva heard whispered snickers and bit back her revulsion. A flash of Satrina’s emerald eyes revealed something cold and deadly, but also something else; something that stunned her. She tried to shrink into Addison’s back. Oh, my God. She’s still in love with him!


“I challenge you, Addison, my love,” Satrina whispered, sensually running her blood-red nails down his cheek. “I’ll notify the Elders Creed. Tomorrow evening it is.” She sauntered away without a backward glance, the blond boy-toy she’d brought as a date clinging to her arm like a well-trained Kewpie doll.


Addison continued to growl like a dog, low and menacing. The demonic sound made Eva shiver. Realization at what just happened sunk in.


He remained quiet on the ride back to the beach house. She, too, had little to say, but her brain couldn’t stop. This is all because of me. Me! Addison will be punished for trying to save my life. She faltered. But I’ll be dead, too. Satrina wants me six feet under. Eva snuck a sideways glance at Addison.


He stared out the window, his face as expressionless as ever, but she noticed the tiny lines surrounding his eyes had deepened and his lips were thinner, paler.


“I’m sorry, Addison,” she mumbled. Although it sounded lame, she’d never felt more contrite as she did now.


Roused from his thoughts, he looked at her, confused. “So, it’s your turn to begin apologizing?”


She stared down at her hands, praying she wouldn’t cry. “If you hadn’t found me on the bea—”


“Then you’d be living in a cage until you submitted to her…or she killed you.”


He took her hands in his, forcing her to look at him. Reluctantly, she did, trying not to break down.


“I’ve lived a very long time, Eva,” he began, “but I’ve been dead to everything around me. I’ve existed for one thing, my thirst, content in my hell until now.”


She drew back, not understanding.


Addison’s shoulders rolled with an indifferent shrug. “If there is punishment, the Elders Creed will decide. As I explained, if, and I reiterate if Satrina wins, she will get to choose my punishment in accordance with the Alluminatae, but it will not be death. There are worse things than that,” he added under his breath.


“Addison—”


“Let me finish, Eva.” His eyes took on a stranger glow, an effulgence that made her chest tighten. “In this short time that I’ve known you, I’ve never felt more alive.”


She went to speak, but his steely stare silenced her.


“I am a creature of the night, a monster, and I promise that you will not suffer the same fate.” He paused with a sad smile. “Eva, there is such goodness in you, it blinds me. Its power is absolute. This world needs you. I don’t fear death—only yours. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything. My soul has been dead for an eternity. I’ve lived this long for entirely selfish reasons. At first, I thought that if I followed the Alluminatae perhaps I could change things, be repented, something.” He trailed off, his voice subdued. “When I realized I was a fool to believe that, the thirst…” Pain swathed deep lines of sorrow across his face, and he cleared his throat. “A stronger man would have destroyed himself by now, but me, the succulent taste of blood and a beating heart, not from fodder, but from my own heart, is what has kept me here. To feel alive, something mortals take for granted.”


Addison placed her hand against his chest, his pec hard and chiseled beneath his shirt. “This beats only after I’ve fed, and the ice of my skin warms just a little, but I’m alive, Eva, alive! My curse is an addiction. It’s what has kept me in this world. I crave life, to feel human, and only appeasing my thirst achieves it. Yet…”


He dropped her hand and leaned back into his seat. Stoic, he stared out the tinted window. “You give me the same joy without the necessity of digesting blood. The thirst is there, always, but its torment is more bearable because of you.”


His confession rendered her speechless. Eva felt like someone had dropped her down a dark hole, but she hadn’t fallen; she floated instead.


“Satrina wants you because she sees what you do to me. And she can’t, and won’t allow me such happiness,” he added, his voice barely an audible whisper. His hand sought hers again, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You are a pawn in all this, Eva. And Satrina does this for spite. She’s very good at that, let me assure you. She cares nothing about life except what she can take from it.” He sighed. “You have opened eyes that have been blinded for centuries.”


Flabbergasted, Eva clung to his hand. Stifling silence filled the backseat. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and forced the words out. “She’s still in love with you, Addison.”


He humphed and gurgled a cruel chuckle. “Evil does not know how to love, Eva. It covets and then takes what it wants.”

Monday, June 15, 2009



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The winner of my Forver and a Day Release Contest is...(drumroll)...

CATHIE!

This is what she said about Forever and a Day:

"Ok, wow! I so loved FOREVER AND A DAY. I was so teary eyed at the end ... I was glued to this story and even now as I write you, I know this will be one I'll re-read again soon. Dawné, I was so moved by this book! Thanks for a beautiful read!!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Readers Aren't Stupid ... So Get it Right!





Nothing pisses me off more than curling up with a good book and reading certain bits of information, knowing that it's incorrect. In layman's terms, you've just read a book written by a lazy author. Writers...do your homework and never assume your readers are stupid. It is the ultimate insult to them. Yes, research is vital; it can be frustrating, time consuming, but more times than not, I guarantee that you will learn something new.

I had recently read a reader's blog wherein she was quite miffed about this novel she had just read. She'd recently bought a romance which had depicted certain medical terms, medications, procedures, etc. The author, unfortunately, hadn't taken the time to research her subject, and in the end, this reader, who worked in the medical profession, wrote off any future books from this particular author. One reader may not seem important to lose, but in the long run, who's to say how many others she'd share this information with.

When writing the first novel to The First series called Diary of Daniella Rolfe, I invented a city very similar to Seattle, so imagination fueled the information, giving truth to my words. The second book, however, my characters land in England, and some parts of the story moves to Scotland. I knew I could NOT (and would not) fool my readers into believing that I knew what I was writing about unless I researched it. Pouring over local maps of areas leading between London and Scotland, I researched roadways, names of towns and highways, etc. The third novel takes my characters to Seville, Spain. Again, more time consuming research to ensure I had the facts and "lay of the land" straight. Nightstalker takes place in New York. I've never been there, although I dream of visiting the city one day, but I knew I had to get these facts very right, especially the Burroughs of New York.

Words of wisdom to all authors: Research! It's the old adage...know what you are writing about. Readers ARE NOT dumb.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Forever and a Day New Release Contest









Author: Dawné Dominique
Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique
Genre: Paranormal/ Erotic Romance/ Vampire
Length: Novella
Heat Level: Erotic Romance
Price: $3.50


To celebrate my new paranormal release of Forever And a Day, I am giving away a Calvin Klein casual lingerie set to one lucky winner. I'm hoping to be able to post a picture of it soon. *crosses fingers and toes*

Striped tank top in light purple, ivory and green with matching lacy dancer panties
Size: Large
Actual Value: $76.00 (Canadian)

Just email me the answer to this question at: dusktildawn007@yahoo.com


QUESTION: Who is the famous pirate mentioned at the end of Forever and a Day?


Good luck to everyone!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Coming Soon: EDEN'S HELL



Coming Soon to Purple Sword Publications

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Author: Dawné Dominique
Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique
Genre: Paranormal
Length: Novel
Heat Level: Romance Erotica
*contains some violence

Blurb:

In the beginning…

God created man and called him Adam, a fine specimen replicated in his own image. He then created woman to ease Adam’s loneliness and named her Lillith. Unfortunately, God realized his mistake too late in giving woman free will, for she would rule her domain – not man.

When Lillith left Adam, God created another for his first-born son, and gave her the name Eve and a kingdom called Eden, but by then it was too late, for he’d unleashed Hell into the world of man.

Excerpt:

Addison continued to growl like a dog, low and menacing. The demonic sound made Eva shiver. Realization at what just happened sunk in.

He remained quiet on the ride back to the beach house. She, too, had little to say, but her brain couldn’t stop. This is all because of me. Me! Addison will be punished for trying to save my life. She faltered. But I’ll be dead, too. Satrina wants me six feet under. Eva snuck a sideways glance at Addison.

He stared out his window, his face as expressionless as ever, but she noticed the tiny lines surrounding his eyes had deepened and his lips were thinner, paler.
“I’m sorry, Addison,” she murmured. Although it sounded lame, she’d never felt more contrite as she did now.

Roused from his thoughts, he looked at her, confused. “So, it’s your turn to begin apologizing?”

She stared down at her hands, praying she wouldn’t cry. “If you hadn’t found me on the beach – ”

“Then you’d be living in a cage until you submitted to her…or she killed you.”

He took her hands in his, forcing her to look at him. Reluctantly, she did, trying not to break down.

“I’ve lived a very long time, Eva,” he began, “but I’ve been dead to everything around me. I’ve existed for one thing, my thirst, content in my hell until now.”

She drew back, not understanding.

Addison’s shoulders rolled with an indifferent shrug. “If there is punishment, the Elders Creed will decide. As I explained, if, and I reiterate if Satrina wins, she will get to choose my punishment, but it will not be death.”

“Addison – ”

“Let me finish, Eva.” His eyes took on a stranger glow, an effulgence that made her chest tighten. “In this short time that I’ve known you, I’ve never felt more alive.”

She went to speak again, but his steely stare silenced her.

“I’m a creature of the night, a monster, and I promise you that you will not suffer the same fate.” He paused with a sad smile. “Eva, there is such goodness in you, it blinds me. Its power is absolute. This world needs you. I don’t fear death – only yours.”

Pain swathed deep lines of sorrow across his face. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything. My soul has been dead for an eternity. I’ve lived this long for entirely selfish reasons. A stronger man would have destroyed himself by now, but me, the succulent taste of blood and a beating heart not from fodder, but from my own heart, is what has kept me here. To feel alive, something humans take for granted.” Addison placed her hand against his chest, his pec hard and chiseled beneath his shirt. “This beats only after I’ve fed, and the ice of my skin warms just a little, but I’m alive, Eva, alive! My curse is an addiction. It’s what has kept me in this world. I crave life, to feel human, and only appeasing my thirst achieves it. Yet…”

He dropped her hand and leaned back into his seat. Stoic, he stared out the tinted window. “You give me the same joy without the necessity of digesting blood. The thirst is there, always, but its torment is more bearable because of you.”

The confession rendered her speechless. Eva felt like someone had dropped her down a dark hole, but she hadn’t fallen; she floated instead.

“Satrina wants you because she sees what you do to me. And she can’t, and won’t allow me such happiness,” he continued, his voice barely an audible whisper. His hand sought hers again, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You are a pawn in all this, Eva. And she does this for spite. She’s very good at that, let me assure you. She cares nothing about life except what she can take from it.” He sighed. “You have opened eyes that have been blinded for centuries.”

Flabbergasted she clung to his hand. Stifling silence filled the backseat. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and forced the words out. “She’s still in love with you, Addison.”

He humphed and gurgled a cruel chuckle. “Evil does not know how to love, Eva. It covets and then takes what it wants.”

FOREVER AND A DAY Releases a day earlier




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My newest vampire novella is being released a day earlier than expected through my new publisher, Purple Sword Publications. I wrote this one several years ago, but put it on a shelf and accidentally forgot about it. I recently found and resurrected the story. The research into this subject was completely fascinating, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.



Blurb:


How long would you search for your one true love? Weeks, months…centuries? Allix de Leon Montague is prepared to sail the four corners of the seas to find his Bella – just to beg her forgiveness.

Bleak, lonely centuries have passed for the bloodsucking pirate, but he refuses to stop searching for Bella, not until he has righted the wrongs he has committed against her.


Excerpt:


His eyes narrowed and his stomach clenched at what he had to do next. “Do you remember, Bella?” he whispered, trying to hold back his anguish. With a wave of a hand over her face, he brought forth his dark magic and the one memory he’d withheld from her. If she is to be mine again, she must know everything.

He cringed as terror-filled screams rang through the cabin, so clear and chilling that it felt as if he walked through the nightmare again. Every night since the horrific event, those cries still haunted him. Allix sent the memory into Annabella’s mind, knowing every minute detail. He sliced his tongue with a tooth and swallowed the minuscule fount in order to ease the gut-wrenching grief threatening to drown him.

Time disappeared and present day became the past. He saw Bella surrounded by madness and fire while scornful crowds of villagers blocked his vampiric sight. This was the memory he sent to her, the nightmare he could never escape, the same memory that had sent him on his never-ending quest to find her.

He had been hundreds of miles away when he first felt the tinges of danger emanating in the air around him, but he paid it no heed. Bella had always tried his patience and enjoyed playing cruel jokes on him, especially during his feedings. He thought this time was no different. How wrong he was. A delicious wench from the nearby village of Chäsgaard had him preoccupied at the time. When Bella’s panic-filled cries finally pulled him away from his delectable meal, only then had he sensed the true danger.

Hastening from their castle high in the Carpathian Mountains, Allix prayed he would arrive in time, yet instincts warned he would fail. He ignored common sense and propelled his body upward into the early evening sky. Every odious word the villagers shouted at Bella he’d memorized; every vile lie and insult they uttered as they maimed her nude body with stones and sticks, scorched into his soul.
He commanded the air currents, pushing himself faster, harder, beseeching gods he did not believe in that he not to fail. Over mountains and valleys he flew, seeing nothing except what was happening to Bella and despising his lack of power to stop it.

They’d lashed her hands to a thick stake in the village circle. Thick wreaths of garlic and wolfsbane hung around her neck, weakening her powers so she could not escape. Allix was still too far away. His panic worsened. When the licking flames obliterated his vision, he moved swifter through the air, pushing his dark gifts to their limits, choking on his dread. Bella’s screams pierced through him like jagged shards of broken glass. He felt the heat crisping away the beauty of her alabaster skin as the flames crept ever higher. He fell from the skies, overcome by pain and anguish. He plummeted to the earth, his ears hearing one final word from her lips.

Allixxx…

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Free Read at Purple Sword Publications




Excerpt


An ominous darkness fell over the crypt extinguishing the lamps like a frigid breath of death. Amidst the hush falling around them, the veils between the world of the living and that of the dead opened, but Jake had no idea what he’d done.
A whirlwind began spinning around the urn, small and inconsequential at first. Then it picked up momentum.

Mike jumped to his feet, his eyes round with fear, staring at what was once just harmless marble.

Angel didn't move, but her terror looked no less palpable than Mike’s. When she glanced at him, she, too, jumped to her feet and moved closer to Mike, her eyes frantically searching the murky crypt.

Jake didn’t care. He immersed himself into the spell, blocking out everything going on around them. He heard a soft, melodic voice reaching out to him, like an invisible lover’s embrace, cooing words of endearment not of this plane of existence. Mesmerized by the insistent pull no one else heard or felt, he shut his eyes, drawing himself closer to the force feeding on his life energy, drawing him closer to an abyss he wanted to fall headlong into. He let himself go, fearing no consequences. He’d forgotten his two best friends stood nearby; he’d forgotten everything but the soothing, lulling voice that continued to draw him forward toward the precipice of no return.

He didn’t see Angel and Mike stumble back as gusts of wind increased in velocity. Putrid smells filled the crypt. Posters peeled themselves off the cement walls and fluttered by them. Soon, pillows and papers joined the fray. Books began to fly of their own accord. Angel dodged one that missed her temple. It grazed off Mike’s shoulder, and he ducked just in time to miss another. They turned to Jake, but he didn’t give a shit.

Although he couldn’t see that well without the lanterns lit, when he glanced up and realized the horror etched on his friends’ faces, he sensed something was definitely wrong. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes glowed deep crimson and the skin across his face stretched so thin that the bones of his face stood out like a skeleton. He sat rigid, lost in the spell. They gawked at a stranger before them, speechless, but Jake didn’t care. All he felt and cared about was the voice inside his head.

"Call me forward, my savior," Saphenia whispered.

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