The Blood Revelation Prophecy: Vampires, witches, and shifters will band together to stop the darkness from winning until one warrior is born to save the world from Satan’s wrath.

That’s what the Blood Revelation series is all about and Blood Curse is the book that started it all. I received my first multi-book contract on that series before the publisher had even finished reading the first book.

Hi. My name is Crystal-Rain Love, but I go by Rain. I have been writing all my life, but was first published in 2008. Since the release of my first book, The Fire Still Burns, a romantic suspense, and Blood Curse, the paranormal romance that quickly released afterward, I have released quite a few different books in quite a few different genres. I guess you could say I am pretty eclectic.

I have the Blood Revelation series for all the vampire, witch, angel, demon, shifter, everything-paranormal-under-the-sun-and-moon lovers out there. For those who enjoy romantic suspense without any paranormal elements thrown in I have a couple of standalones.

If you love shifters, particularly wolves,and enjoy interracial romance, I have the Moonlit series. The first 3 novellas in this series are available now in one set for only .99 at Amazon. This set contains my spiciest work.

Love cowboys and the feisty gals who love them? Well, then you should take a trip to Cook County and check out the Masters Brothers. Their stories were originally released separately and can still be purchased that way but will be re-released this October as a set in Cook County Cowboys: Lucky and Chance. These are sweeter stories, with not as detailed love scenes but the emotional impact is much greater in these.

Why do I write so many different genres? Well, I don’t believe in limits, which is one reason why I have parted ways with the original publisher of my Blood Revelation series. They still own the rights to the first two books but the rest are mine and mine alone, to do whatever I want with. You see, I like my paranormal romance gritty.I like my romantic suspense characters to deal with issues publishers balk at. I don’t like neat boxes with everything folded inside. I like to put my characters through hell before they get to heir happy ending. Sometimes it’s bloody. Sometimes the heroes and heroines don’t follow the cookie-cutter path that has been laid out for them in the romance world, and that’s ok.

Some days I want to write about vampires. Some days I want to write about cowboys. I mean, really, are they not both incredibly hot in their own ways?

If you are like me, you don’t read the same book over and over.In the writing business we are told to pick a genre and stick with it. Well, I don’t want to. I want to write what I feel,what I enjoy reading, and as an indie author I can now do that and release as many different books in as many different genres as I want, when I want.

I like being able to provide stories in multiple genres. Some of my readers may read only one series I have and never cross over to the others, and that’s fine. I’m still able to say I have something for everyone. And more importantly, I’m able to give life to all the characters in my head, not just the ones that fit in one specific category.

Where should you start? Easy. Start with what intrigues you most. The .99 Moonlit novella set is a great start for paranormal romance lovers but if shifters aren’t your thing, or you prefer a full length novel, start with Blood Curse.
Like Romantic Suspense? Try The Fire Still Burns.
Wholesome Cowboys? Try Guardian Cowboy.

Or you can just read this snippet from Siren’s Snare, the 4th installment in the Blood Revelation series, and see if it’s your cup of tea. 🙂

Blinking, her mind unable to believe what she’d just seen, Marilee backed away, but the vampire snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry, Marilee. That was a cruel thing to say.” He raised his hand and she flinched, but after a brief pause, he merely wiped away tears she hadn’t been aware of shedding. “I do not like being looked upon as a monster when compared to that type of man.”
“Who the hell are you?” She reached out with her mind, trying to pull information but as was the case with most vampires, she couldn’t get anything. She no longer felt the panic-fueled need to run from him, though.
“Have you paused to think that maybe the danger you’ve felt all day was due to the man who tried to rape you?”
Irritated with his intrusion into her thoughts, Marilee released a frustrated sigh. “No. The hint of danger still lingers, and it’s lingering around you. Who are you? Why can you hear my thoughts?”
“I have the same psychic abilities you have,” he explained, stepping away and turning. “Come now.”
“I don’t come on command.” She stood with feet firmly planted, arms crossed before her chest.
The vampire turned his head toward her and grinned impishly. Her face heated.
“You know what I mean.”
“It’s late, Marilee, and we have much to discuss. I’d rather not have that discussion in an alley in the dead of night.” He glanced around. “I may have been followed.”
Fear clawed at her insides, but still Marilee did not move. “You’ll have to give me more than that to make me follow you off to who knows where, vampire. What happened to Brenda?”
“She made me a very generous offer of her body, to which I politely declined.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “After implying I was homosexual she left with two men in an old, rusted pick-up truck. I imagine she’s sandwiched between them as we speak.”
Marilee’s lip curled up at that image she so didn’t want in her head and reached out with her senses. She couldn’t read the vampire’s mind but she could feel the truth in his words. Still”¦ “Why won’t you tell me who you are?”
“My name is Khiderian,” he answered, his tone implying his frustration. “I’m a very old vampire with very little patience. Now, move.”
Marilee just looked at him, bristling at his tone.
“I can make you come.” His gaze held a hint of mischief, lending to the double entendre.
“Not in this lifetime, buddy.” Bending down, Marilee scooped up the dagger and slid it into her ankle boot. The sense of danger swirled around the vampire, but the little voice inside her that forewarned her of things to come told her he wouldn’t directly harm her. “I’ve killed vampires before,” she warned, just in case. “Don’t mess with me.”
“I understand how little you value my race.” He turned to lead the way to the mouth of the alley. “However, I was ordered to retrieve you and so I am. You should thank me for my help tonight, but I imagine it’ll be a cold day in Hades before you admit a vampire was more honorable than a human.”
“I could have taken care of that jerk by myself.”
“Not if you weren’t willing to kill or maim him because he was human.” He glared at her as they walked. “Some human life isn’t worth preserving. It amazes me that you would even consider sparing his but would kill a vampire simply because of his or her existence.”
“Vampires killed my grandparents.”
He stepped in front of her, halting her, as they faced each other. “And another vampire saved your life in that little town.”
Marilee gasped, remembering the vampire-witch who’d healed the damage to her throat after she’d been attacked by another vampire while helping Jake Porter fight a trio of the bloodsuckers who’d taken over her hometown. “How do you know that?”
“I was given your bio before I was sent to retrieve you.”
“My bio? What the hell are you talking about? Who sent you, and for what?”
“The Dream Teller,” he answered. “The witch who watches over all vampires. Jacob Porter has been captured, and you are the person who’s going to save him.”
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