Blurb: Kelly needs to get herself a fetish. A newly-converted vampire, she's quiet, conservative, and prone to panic attacks. When her friend drags her to a vampire fetish club she meets Marcus, a walking manual on sexual pleasure. Marcus is captivating and dangerous and knows exactly what he wants. With a single-minded purpose he scoops Kelly up from her abnormal, disillusioned life and shows her the pleasures of immortality. His obsession with her body knows no limits and her desire only burns hotter every time he touches her. She drives him insane with the blinding need to hear her scream his name with absolute abandon. Marcus shows her the true world of vampires, which is more magical than Kelly had ever dreamed.
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Monday, February 7, 2011
Where I'll Be This Week
Hey Readers,
There is lots up this week, and I hope you can join me!
February 8th 2011
Talking Two Lips Yahoo Chat Group
Contest and Author Chat
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkingTwoLips/?yguid=431075999
February 9th 2011
Dusk To Dawn Romance
Book Feature
http://dusktodawnromance.wordpress.com/
February 10th 2011
Fang-tastic Books
Contest and Character Interview with the characters from the Cornwall Trilogy
http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com/
Cheers,
Kayden
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Where I'm At Today!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
NOW RELEASED: Demonic Pandemonium

The Cornwall Coven, Book Three; Demonic Pandemonium
Kayden McLeod
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires, Demons, Angels)
Sub-Genre: Horror
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Website: http://silverpublishing.info/
Heat-Rating: Four Flames—Fiery
Tagline:
Sex, blood and rock and roll
Summary:
Pandora is a half-demon, alone in the world and good as abandoned, with a mother who barely tolerates her and a father who is unable to be with her nearly often enough for her tastes. She keeps to herself, and tries not to associate with others often, lest they discover her secret—until she meets Kevlar Cornwall. The two collide in ignorance of one another, but the sexual-attraction is indisputable and cannot be ignored, growing more profound with every passing moment. It blinds them to the lurking danger hiding just around the corner, out to end both their lives and everyone either of them have ever known or loved.
Excerpt One (RATED: PG)
Prologue
There are many types of people in this world.
And I have no idea what type I would be classified under. I walk through life always unsure of my next move and how it would affect others. Because everything I did rippled outward and long ago realized I had to limit my association with the “outside world”, relying on no one but myself.
I couldn’t rely on my family, friends or enemies for guidance of any sort; forever alone and doomed to always be. Such was the case with my kind—though I wouldn’t know, since I didn’t associate with them either.
What am I? A demon.
Hell, I couldn’t even fit into that category. I was half-mortal, a thing cursed to be complicated and dangerous—even to myself. I couldn’t do normal things, normal people did, mostly since all it would take is one wrong word or action, and all of a sudden I would turn into a monster that made everybody else quake in fear. A Frankenstein, but of a different sort.
And I was the only one on earth.
I had a human mother who hated me, and a demon father who I rarely saw or talked to. Creatures of the lower realms weren’t allowed on this plane without a direct access pass. And even then, it was sketchy.
So what was life like for me? Shit. Absolute uselessness.
You’d think it would be enough to drive a person just a little batty. But no. There’s more.
I was an author by profession. I had an agent, an excellent career—or I’d had anyways. It isn’t as good as it sounds.
Within the past few days, I’d realized my chosen path in life wasn’t as great as I’d cracked it up to be. My agent, Sam, proved to be ripping me off; stealing my work right from under my nose.
The most important book of my existent too boot. Well, to me anyway. The novel would be published, but it sure as fuck wasn’t by me. Sam Poetize was an underhanded slime-ball who had worked on my behalf since the beginning of my writing days. He made me believe in him for believing in me. But that came to an end.
Trusting him was one of the biggest mistakes I could’ve made.
One of; but definitely not the worst.
Oh no, that would be reserved for the day I’d been born, if you asked my mother, Lillian.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while I thought of this, when the radio came on instead of an alarm clock, at exactly six-forty am. Loud noises hurt my overly sensitive ears.
Nickelback’s Burn It To The Ground blared through the speaker.
When it ended, one of the disk-jockeys of the Jeff O-Neil Morning Show, Charis’ voice filled the room. The program was a favourite of mine with their causal banter and favoured rock; but not the deep concern that weighed her careful words.
“It continued last night,” Charis began. “The murder count is now up to ten.”
“Ten?” Jeff repeated.
“The police are cautioning the people of Vancouver to be on the look out, and to report anything suspicious.”
“What did they find this time?” Scotty inquired.
“The witnesses on scene were reported saying a severed arm was found in one part of an alley, and a leg on the other side of Hornby Street. No weapon was found or determined.”
I sat up in bed, listening closely. I lived only a few blocks from there.
This would cause hysteria. Pandemonium. Something deep inside stirred at the thought of so many terrified people. I shivered, and then thrust aside the part of me that relished the distinct possibility. My human part was appalled, and since I resided on earth and not—well not on earth, that would be the emotion I stuck with.
I’d seen this as nothing more than a serial killer the news named him—or her.
Yet these murders held a far greater meaning in relation to me, and the lives surrounding mine. I just didn’t know it then.
Perhaps if I’d been more cautious and aware of my surroundings, the signs of my own demise would have shown themselves to me before it was too late.
But that was wrong.
It had been too late for a long time already.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The voting for the Best of 2010 has begun!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
2010 LRC Nominations

Saturday, January 15, 2011
Carnal Magnetism Releases Today!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
The Cornwall Coven Book Tour


February 2nd 2011
Seriously Intreviewed
Author Interview
http://www.seriouslyinterviewed.blogspot.com/
February 3rd 2011
Cindy Jacks' Bad Girl (And Bad Boy) Writer's Block
Contest and Blog Post: Take A Walk With The Cornwalls Around Vancouver
http://cindyjacks.blogspot.com/
February 8th 2011
Talking Two Lips Yahoo Chat Group
Contest and Author Chat
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkingTwoLips/?yguid=431075999
February 10th 2011
Fang-tastic Books
Contest and Character Interview with the characters from the Cornwall Trilogy
http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com/
February 17th 2011
Love Romances and More Yahoo Chat Group
Contest and Author Chat
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/?yguid=431075999
March 22nd 2011
Long And Short Of It Whipped Cream Reviews
Author Interview
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/interviews.htm
March 23nd 2011
Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews Yahoo Chat Group
Contest and Author Chat
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/whippedcream2/
May 1st 2011
Talking Two Lips Yahoo Chat Group
Contest and Author Chat with myself, Denyse Bridger, Cindy Jacks and Brigit Aine
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkingTwoLips/?yguid=431075999
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
SneakPeekWednesday; Demonic Pandemonium, Excerpt Five
The Cornwall Coven, Book Three; Demonic Pandemonium
Kayden McLeod
Release Date:
January 29th 2010
Genre:
Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires)
Sub-Genre:
Horror
Publisher:
Silver Publishing
Website:
Heat-Rating:
Four Flames—Fiery
Tagline:
Sex, blood and rock and roll
Summary:
Pandora is a half-demon, alone in the world and good as abandoned, with a mother who barely tolerates her and a father who is unable to be with her nearly often enough for her tastes. She keeps to herself, and tries not to associate with others often, lest they discover her secret—until she meets Kevlar Cornwall. The two collide in ignorance of one another, but the sexual-attraction is indisputable and cannot be ignored, growing more profound with every passing moment. It blinds them to the lurking danger hiding just around the corner, out to end both their lives and everyone either of them have ever known or loved.
Excerpt Five (RATED: R):
“No, Pan.” Kev pressed his lips to mine again, only to pull back. “I don’t care about anything before right now. All I’m asking for is from now on. I know you’re scared, and no matter how it appeared, you were just protecting yourself. After all these years on this earth that is one thing I understand. Having said that, I’m too damned selfish and scared to die alone.”
“You’re not selfish—and I won’t let you be alone.” No matter how much it hurts me.
“Please, let me have you, the comfort of your body.”
“You’re Coven is right there.”
“To be honest, I don’t really care. But if we’re quiet, they’ll never know,” he whispered back. “Not even the demon blood enables them to read my mind now. Short of them coming to find us, I think we’re safe.”
I just smiled, trailing my hands down his sides to the rim of his jeans. His biceps bulged on either side of my face as he lifted his body so I could unzip him, and tug them down to his knees.
“Impatient?” He whispered.
“Very. I haven’t touched you all afternoon.”
He chuckled, and then my pants disappeared. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his cock. I ran my thumb over his head, until he trembled. He lowered his body between my legs as I led him, needing to feel him, one last time.
My body was so ready for him, primed and wet. When he slid inside of me, nerve-endings jolted awake, the sensation bringing immediate devastating. His lips closed over mine, and he surged forward.
For one blessed moment I could forget everything, even the people who stood feet from us. But as far as I could tell, they weren’t concerned about what we did.
“Even if this is my last night, there isn’t anyone else I would want more to spend my last sane moments with,” Kev murmured sincerely in my ear.
“I won’t let you die, Kev.” I wrapped my legs around. His pace slowed, savouring it. “I can’t.”
His lips stole my reason, his rhythm robbed my mind of thought. Kev swallowed the small moans that escaped my lips, to be heard by no one other than us.
We both came serenely. No one had noticed anything, other than perhaps our absence. I bit my lip now that our too short reprieve had come to a close.
Nothing else to delay us any further.
My arms curled around his neck, not wanting to let him go. Going after Coren didn’t sound as good to me anymore. Not at the expense of the first person who had a shot at understanding who I really am.
Call me egocentric for this, with all that could be at stake, but it was how just how I felt.
“I will probably do something stupid to save you, you know that don’t you?” I felt him smile against my cheek.
“That’s nice of you.” He kissed my forehead, the earlier anger completely vanished.
He shoved his face into my neck and hair as if to hide from the world. His arms closed around me, and I felt the fine tremor in his shoulders.
“Every time I go on a mission, intellectually I know I could die,” Kev said in a peculiarly shaky voice. “To know that I’m predestined to die. I don’t think I am meant to come back from the dead this time around, am I?”
I avoided answering that, since I didn’t know myself. If my dad had known that, he wouldn’t have been so worried. “Ivor didn’t say if it was predestined.”
“But just like you said, you don’t know. I never thought it would undermine me this way, but I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admitted. “It makes a big difference now.”
My hands ran over his back to try and console him in a way I had never comforted another living being before.
“You’re not a vampire anymore Kevlar, that has to mean something.”
“I hope so.” Kev moved to get up, but my arms had other ideas.
I’d still attached myself to him when he stood on his feet. He chuckled, but sadness reigned.
“We have to go,” he whispered brokenly.
“No.” Tears burned in my eyes, for I didn’t know what to say to this man who had come to mean so much to me.
“Baby, please,” he begged. “It’s hard enough as it is.”
The tears spilled over my lashes when I unwrapped myself from him. I turned away, clothing my body in all black; jeans, t-shirt and even socks. It seemed appropriate.
His hand closed around my arm and turned me around. His soulful eyes took in my tear stained face with malice. His thick fingers tentatively touched my face, wiping them away.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I asked.
“If I can’t be there for you.” He shut his eyes. “Promise me you will stay with Max and Corrine if—I’m not here.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“We both know that isn’t really true, baby. You pretend, but you’re not happy. I need you to be happy—and I need you not to be alone anymore. They would be your friends—your family, the people you run to. Max and Corrine will be able to help you, and Marcus, Kelly, Sara, Holly, Ryder—all of them will be there for you. I need to know that you will be alright. Please, promise me.”
“Fine, I promise.” I blinked and a next flood of tears released.
“Don’t cry for me, Pan. If it is my destiny to die, so be it. Life does not end with death, for we only move on to the next.”
Then why do you say that like it is the end? But, I wasn’t quite self-absorbed enough to give voice to those words.
His face changed back to the cold and unfeeling, but I knew it wasn’t for my benefit, but for the rest of them.
“Ivor gave us the general area,” Milindya said to Holly when we walked back around the alcove of bush. “I think we should check it out.”
“It’s a place to start. I’m sure he has a better range than we do,” Holly replied.
I smiled as they underestimated my dad. Ivor would know exactly where Coren occupied, and what he was doing. It was only a matter of being permitted to convey it to us. I knew he had stretched even that whisper-thin.
I wondered if my dad had changed their memories or not, because it didn’t seem like it. He had stayed all day long—escaping only a few short hours passed. I hadn’t thought to ask, and to me, it didn’t really matter anyway.
Not one of them looked scared or even timid about what would come, even though we knew this wasn’t just a normal, everyday hunt. It wasn’t just one or two irate vampires who needed to put down.
And one fact wouldn’t leave me alone;
Tonight, Vancouver could get its first real taste of hell.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
New Cover! Carnal Magnetism
The Cornwall Coven, Book Two; Carnal Magnetism
Kayden McLeod
Publication Date: January 15th 2011
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires, M/F)
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Publisher Website: http://silverpublishing.info/
Heat-Rating: Five Flames, Explosive
Pre-Release Reader Review:
http://kaydenmcleod.blogspot.com/2010/08/pre-release-reader-review-carnal.html
“Kayden McLeod spins a tale in Carnal Magnetism that sucks you in at the beginning and doesn’t let you go. You won’t be able to put down this entrancing story of a vampire family formed from need, but able to stay together because of love.” –Review by, Stacey Krug
Tagline:
Trust only works when it’s both ways
Summary:
The RedLine is the perfect haven for a man of Ryder’s extensive desires and tastes. He uses the women of the club, much like they do him, with little care to know anything more than names, sometimes even less than that. His reputation for open-minded, tantalizing sex is renowned, and willing victims for this particular vampire are never at a shortage. At least until Catalym crashes into his life, taking over from the moment they’d met. And it isn’t long before her past life’s tribulations follow her, including a dangerous ex-boyfriend who hides far more than Ryder or his friends ever guess.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
SneakPeekWednesday; Demonic Pandemonium, Excerpt Four
The Cornwall Coven, Book Three; Demonic Pandemonium
Kayden McLeod
Publication Date:
January 29th 2010
Genre:
Erotic Paranormal Romance (Vampires)
Sub-Genre:
Horror
Publisher:
Silver Publishing
Website: http://silverpublishing.info/
Heat-Rating:
Four Flames—Fiery
Tagline:
Sex, blood and rock and roll
Summary:
Pandora is a half-demon, alone in the world and good as abandoned, with a mother who barely tolerates her and a father who is unable to be with her nearly often enough for her tastes. She keeps to herself, and tries not to associate with others often, lest they discover her secret—until she meets Kevlar Cornwall. The two collide in ignorance of one another, but the sexual-attraction is indisputable and cannot be ignored, growing more profound with every passing moment. It blinds them to the lurking danger hiding just around the corner, out to end both their lives and everyone either of them have ever known or loved.
Excerpt Four (RATED: R for obscene language)
I walked across the room to collect my purse, and Kev followed me. Then a knock on my front door disturbed my preparations.
“Thank you Kev.” I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him, but the knock sounded again and forced Kev to pull back with an indignant chuckle.
“I’ll get it. You just get ready,” Kev promised, and left my bedroom to walk down the hall.
I picked up my MP3 player from my dresser. If Coren felt the need to contact me via the radio program I listened to, then fine. Right now, I wouldn’t discard or deny any tool, no matter how odd or slight they may be.
When push came to shove, the little things would be what saved your ass at the end of the day.
I really wanted to get this bastard. He begged for me to end his life.
I heard Kev murmur a thank you, and close the door. I entered the kitchen the same moment he did, opposite me. His eyes were turbulent when he stepped forward with a long white box wrapped in blue ribbon.
“Should I be jealous?’ Kev asked with uncertain amusement. Was he?
“I don’t know. Should you be?” I retorted, and he smiled. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“I wonder…”
“Maybe Sam is trying to suck up,” I joked half-heartedly, an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Here’s the card.” Kev handed me the unopened envelope, not even attempting to read it.
I watched while he peeled off the golden seal of the florist and untied the intricate trimming. His nostrils flared slightly, but he kept his silence, staring down at the crepe-paper hiding the flowers from our view.
I cringed back, though I didn’t understand why. Whatever it was, neither of us caught on right away, but we both knew one thing. The scent of flowers were heavily mixed with blood, the sickly sweet combination making me want to hurl, and my demon half want to bathe in it.
“It’s too much to hope that they’re dyed, right?” Kev muttered.
“What about the smell?”
“Florist pricked herself on the thorns?” Kev sighed hopelessly.
“Then tell me one thing in regard to that theory,” I said emotionlessly. My heart didn’t clench, tears did not prick at my eyes. My mind remained clear and ready.
“And what would that be?” Kev said.
“How did the florist get a pint or two of my mother’s blood? Last time I checked, Lillian wasn’t into flower artistry.” Of course with Kev never having met my mother, he wouldn’t have the slightest clue what she smelled like.
Kev’s nostrils flared again and he fingered a rose in the middle of the stack, one the blood hadn’t completely coated. The white petals shone with a sick gleam beneath the red. On a closer look, I could see the splashes over the stems.
“Son of a bitch!” Kev leapt away from the previously unassuming cardboard box.
I stared from him, and then to the box in alarm. Save the blood, I saw nothing amiss.
“He put a spell in the blood.” Kev’s eyes flashed bright red, and then black. He crouched low to the ground like the flowers would float from their confines and beat him over the head.
“Kev?” When he didn’t respond, I had to swallow my broaching panic. “What was the spell?”
“He’s older than we thought…” Kev murmured to himself. He shook his head back and forth like something spoke to him. “No. Can’t take her.” He looked past me. “It’s not right…”
“Kevlar?” I stepped away, and he growled. His feral unblinking eyes met mine.
“No!” he shrieked with his muscles convulsing under his skin during some sort of schizophrenic episode. Was he going to shift? Did he have enough of my blood to have developed the secondary form? “He isn’t what we think.”
Another rippling snarl escaped his lips when he launched, his actions no longer his own.
Without thought, I knew up a sheet of protection around me, and Kev practically bounced off of it. My ears automatically tuned to a sound that didn’t fit. But I was caught up with the more menacing problem at hand, to know I had that one under control before I moved onto the next. Rage filled his dead eyes and smooth young face. I was the prey he needed to get to, but he wasn’t strong enough to battle my power.
My gaze sought the box of flowers, and pinpointed the noise. I had to move the barrier with me toward the counter, grabbing the paper-towel on the way to the table.
With the towel, I gripped one of the stems and lifted it up. I might be immune to most magic of this realm, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
“What is…?” I stared at the contraption the greenery concealed, never considering people actually did things like this in real life—especially not someone with the powers of a god.
Then the final tick rang loud in my ears.
And the buried pipe bomb exploded in my face.
