When Dr. Vickie Anderson moves to a small town to become their local physician, little does she realize what awaits her. The sweet and sexy man she falls in love with turns out to be a vampire, the kind and wise woman she becomes good friends with turns out to be a witch, and the local "hottie" sheriff is a zombie hunter! But, then, so is everyone else she knows. Swept into a world she never believed could exist, Vickie must decide whether she has what it takes to live as a doctor by day and a zombie hunter by night.
Genre: FICTION / HorrorVickie will be released on April 30,2018
I am doing all I can to get my books out to the readers. I have an author website: www.sheehan-author.info (New Adult paranormal/romance/thrillers) and www.ailenefrances.info (historical romance). I have book trailer for most of my novels posted on youtube.com; goodreads.com.; smashwords.com; my author websites; and my facebook book fan page. It is my intention to offer audio books for a good deal of my novels. I have only been published a few years, but I write quickly ( 10 novels in the last 11 months) so my inventory of published works is growing. I send ARC to reviewers and have been lucky enough to get 4 & 5 star reviews for the most part. Books are launched with a book blog tour for their initial release or a cover reveal and an email to opt in followers.
Dr. Peter Thomason was the instructor of this class. I didn’t know for sure, but I guessed him to be in his early thirties. He was not only full of excitement for life, but I found him incredibly handsome and charismatic. It was more than his looks; which, in themselves, were enough to mesmerize any healthy, red-blooded female. I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to resist his royal blue eyes that were made to look even bluer by the thick black lashes that framed them and his sun-bronzed skin as a background. He had a full head of shoulder length hair that was almost ebony black with hints of sunlight running through it. They were more prominent in the out of doors than under the florescent lights of the classroom. He wore his generous head of hair pulled back in an old-fashioned queue for most of the classes, but there were a few times when he simply let it fall wildly about. When he did, it framed his high cheek bones and square jaw in such a way as to make me wish it was my arms wrapped so possessively around such beauty instead of that hair. I would sit in the back of the room and revel in the sight of the lean, muscular physique that I was sure existed beneath his baggy linen shirt and pants.
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