Welcome to The House of Comarré BLOOD RIGHTS 9/27 FLESH AND BLOOD November BAD BLOOD December BLOOD RIGHTS “Prophecy, curses, and devilish machination combine for a spellbinding debut of dark romance and pulse-pounding adventure.” – Library Journal, starred review “Passion and murder, vampires and courtesans – original and un-put-downable.” – Patricia Briggs Visit Kristen Painter Service Is Her Life Chrysabelle is a comarré, a unique human hybrid raised under a strict code and chosen to provide exceptionally pure and powerful blood to the vampire nobility, if they can afford the cost of a comarré’s blood rights. On the verge of earning her freedom, Chrysabelle’s vampire patron has just been found dead and all evidence points to her. Fearing for her life, she runs to New Florida, home of the only person she knows outside her sheltered world, the woman who raised her, the woman she calls aunt since no comarré know their true parents. Through one of her aunt’s connections, Chrysabelle is introduced to a reclusive vampire who might be able to help her. If she doesn’t kill him first. Death Is All He Knows Malkolm is anathema, an outcast vampire living under a curse that causes him to drink…

I’ve been thinking about the economy and war and my son and entertainment-market trends. Hang in there with me; I’ll tie this together. Just recently, I read this article that said, because of the Depression-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named, Hollywood has been finding success in adventure-escapist-fare such as this past summer’s spate of movies based on comic book heroes. Not much later, I spoke with my former print editor. She said there was a new, growing demand for “gentle fiction” of the same stripe as my Love Finds a Home series. And then, on the eve of the tenth anniversary of 9/11, my son spoke with a sergeant, and he said, you’re headed for Afghanistan, private, before another month is out. My epublisher, thinking that last point might be overshadowing pretty much everything else in my life just now, reminded me I’ve a blog entry due to Fresh Fiction. She’s right; I’d forgotten, and now the hour is late. So I face this page with all these thoughts knotted up in my head and very little patience in untangling it all, so let me grab a thread and pull. A decade ago, before 9/11, I fought an uphill battle to find representation for Sing…