The Awakening Blog Tour


She’s the only one of her kind. And she doesn’t even know her name.


Two investigators–one human, one vampire–find a young woman among a mass of dead bodies. She has no memories, and nothing but her clothes, two receipts, and a mysterious dagger carved with the initials ‘SB’.

As she seeks her identity, SB realizes she’s unlike any other creature in the world, making her the most valuable person on the planet. And the most wanted.

WARNING: Language, violence, and graphic sex.



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Leaning back in the seat, I gazed out into the night. Tall buildings with bright, glowing lights painted a picturesque scene of the city. The hour must’ve been late since few cars passed by us on the interstate.

“What city is this?” I asked as the car exited the highway.

Jonas peered at me through the mirror. “Indianapolis.”

I returned my attention out the window, searching for some clue to help me remember. Had I lived here my entire life? Did I have a family here? Where did I live? Did I have a job? I wanted to remember something, anything.

We passed old apartment buildings, fast food joints, and businesses in a rundown area of the city. Exhaust fumes lingered in the air along with the stench of sewage. Ahead, a large monument stood in the middle of the road. I leaned forward between the seats for a better view.

“Does anything look familiar?” Boss asked.

“No,” I replied softly as I scanned the area in search of a memory.

The paved road gave way to bricks and forced a small vibration through the car. Jonas slowed the vehicle as we circled a tall limestone sculpture with statues of soldiers on each side. I tilted my head, looking at the figures and the fountain surrounding the large sculpture. “Nothing looks familiar, but I have a feeling in my gut I’ve seen these statues before.”

As the car traveled around the monument again, I scanned over the buildings. The businesses, a chocolate shop, Starbucks, and radio station failed to jog any memories.

“Head toward the capital,” Boss said.

Halfway around, Jonas veered down the brick road to a dome-shaped building with a statue in front. The capital, I presumed. Again, a slight sense of awareness stirred within me.

“I think I have been here before,” I said.

“Do you know when?” Boss asked as Jonas turned, passing the statue in front large building.

I leaned back and stared out the side window. “No, I can’t quite explain it, but I have a feeling I have been here before.”

We passed by the capital, and I swiveled my head to the front. Boss stared at me from between the seats. The centers of his eyes expanded, giving him a frightening look. A second later, a sharp pain pierced my skull and the ringing in my ears returned louder than a bullhorn.

“Stop it!” I snapped. The ringing grew louder; swallowing all my thoughts and making my teeth ache. I covered my ears and raised my voice. “Stop it, please!”

Clenching his jaw, Boss turned around and leaned back in his seat. “Damn it, there’s nothing there.”

I lowered my hands as the pain in my head ebbed. Half-angry, half-confused, I sat mute. The arrogant prick had tried to invade my mind. Every time one of them looked into my eyes, the annoying sound blared. Did they think I had lied to them about not knowing my name or having memories?

“I know you were trying to get inside my head. I’m not stupid. I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know my name or why I was at the dump. I can’t remember anything.”

Boss turned around and faced me. “You have to remember something in that pea brain of yours. There has to be some memory, childhood youth, first love, school, something.”

Glowering at him, I crossed my arms. “And what did you find in my pea brain?” I fought the urge to punch him.

“Nothing.” He grumbled. “Not a fucking thing.”


Sexy Excerpt 

For several minutes, I stood under the spray, the hot water soothing my aching body. I used the shampoo on the shelf, not concerned about the scent. After my skin shriveled, I shut off the water and swept the shower curtain aside.

Boss stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were dark and his expression frozen, almost distant.

I quickly pulled a towel from the rack and covered my front. “Spying on me?” I stepped from the tub, clutching the towel in my hands.

“I need to see something.”

“I’d say you just saw plenty.”

His lips twitched as he lowered his arms. “Turn around.” He stepped closer to me.

“What for?”

“I want to see where the garguman clawed you.”

Oh, right.

I turned, keeping my eyes on the mirror. Boss studied my back and slowly glided his fingers down my wet spine. His soft touch tickled, yet aroused me. He slid his fingers lower, and my heart fluttered. I wondered if he enjoyed touching me as much as I enjoyed it.

“Amazing. There’s not a single mark on you.”

I turned around and faced him. “You saw mine. How about you show me yours?”

Boss raised an eyebrow, then he lifted his sweater over his head with a smile. I gaped. Red and pink slashes along with bite marks covered his arms, shoulders, and chest.

“Oh my God.” I dropped my towel.

“I’m over fourteen hundred years old. I heal fast. Yet somehow, you have already


I swallowed. How could I heal before him? There was no way I could be older than he was. I lifted my hand and touched one of the deeper gashes on his chest. The skin was rough and his flesh cold.

He caressed the side of my face with the back of his fingers. “Do you still question your actions tonight?”

Seeing his battered and scraped body, the answer came easy. “No.”

He smoothed his thumb over my lips. “Do you honestly think I have a soul?”

There was doubt in his eyes. He wanted to believe, but something prevented him.

“Yes,” I said, placing my hand over his silent heart. “You have a soul.”

He took me in his arms and crushed me to his scratched body. He covered my mouth with his and slipped his tongue between my lips. His kiss was needy, and demanding. I enjoyed every bit of it.

He sucked and stroked my tongue while one hand held me tight to his body and the other groped my ass. Desire poured from him in soft waves and I breathed it in, sharing my own in return. His hard erection pressed into my stomach, held back by his pants. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted him to touch and explore me.

Boss began to trail kisses down my chin, as if he’d heard my thoughts. Maybe he had.

“You are so warm,” he said as he traveled down my neck.

Tilting my head back, I lifted my leg and rubbed it along his. I kept my hand curled around the nape of his neck and my other on his solid chest, careful not to irritate his wounds. His hand moved from my back and slid between our bodies. I lifted my leg higher, curling it around his thigh and leaning into him. He squeezed my ass while his other hand slithered between my legs. His fingers delved into me and I gasped.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I placed my hand over his, keeping him between my legs. “No,” I said. “Don’t you dare.”


me-empire1.jpgI am a romantic at heart and a lifetime lover of the paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. Indianapolis is my home town. When I’m not working or binge watching television, I enjoy creating fantastical stories with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and/or other supernatural creatures. I like to add mystery and suspense along with romance to my books too. I live a quiet life and aspire to become a full time writer after I am able to retire. I also hope to meet that vampire, werewolf, or angel who will sweep me off my feet. Hey, a girl can dream. And this one does.


The Project Eve series:

The Awakening

The Quest

Other books by Mary Abshire:

The Soul Catcher series:

Claiming the Evil Dead

Catching an Evil Tail

Fighting Evil

Love Conquers All Evil

Freedom From the Evil Dead

The Evil Next Door

Heaven Sent series:

First Kill

Second Demon

Third Love

Fourth Fight

Fifth Regret

Sixth Surprise

Seventh Heaven

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