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Friday, July 27, 2012

Darkness Rising Blog Tour - Chapter One

About The Author
Danielle Blanchard Benson is a world traveler and author of several different series.
Ms. Blanchard Benson is the author of Beginnings: Book I (The Plague), Death Wish: Book I, Better off Dead: Book II and Death Lair: A Novella (all from The Vamp Saga), The Catalyst: Book One (The Pop Stars) and The Beautiful People series.
She is currently working on Love Voodoo: Book I (DeGeneration), Apocalypse 2012: Book II (The Plague), Hart Attack: Book I (The Hart Family Saga), The Making of a Star: Book Two (The Pop Stars) and Queen of the Undead: Book III (The Vamp Saga).
Ms. Blanchard Benson has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Follow Danielle Blanchard Benson on Twitter:!/dblanchbenz007

A Pureblood...
Julien Gasquet belongs to the notorious Lycan clan, the Gasquet Pack based in New Orleans. After a vicious argument, he storms out of the compound and decides to spend the night with his sister, Jolie, in Baton Rouge.

A Half-breed...
Martina Beauchamp is considered an abomination to the Lycans as she isn't a pureblood and doesn't have a pack to call her own. She meets Julien after a horrifying incident forces her to flee her home and her car breaks down in the parking lot next to his truck.

The attraction Julien and Martina experience from the moment they meet isn't about lust or a one night stand. However, when the pack is involved in every decision a werewolf makes, is a happy ending at all possible?

WARNING: This is paranormal romance novella with sexy good times, smokin' hot werewolves, toned bodies and explicit language. Blood, gore and closed door sex scenes? Not this time. (Novella Word Count: 23,000)

Chapter One
“Boy, I don’t care how you feel—you goin’ to fight
tonight, come hell or high water. The venue has
already been booked and everyone is comin’ out to see
you beat Clarence Remington from that bastard
mongrel Desreseaux Pack of Shreveport.”
“Roy, just leave him be. If he can’t fight and he says
he ain’t well, you ain’t makin’ it no better.”
“Shut the fuck up, Adele. I’m gettin’ tired of you
taking his side all the time. Who you married to
anyway, him or me? You let his pansy ass get away with
murder, woman.”
Adele kissed her son’s cheek before she walked
toward the door. “Listen, I have to work tonight and if I
am late again, that vamp bastard is gonna fire me.”
“He should. Don’t make no sense you workin’ in
one of them kind’s fancy schmancy bar anyway. You
belong with the pack, goddamn it!”
“And I would be if I had a better excuse for a
Julien “Jules” Gasquet finally got tired of the back
and forth between his mother and step-father. Adele
always pulled out the same tired old lines why she
worked at Le Sang, an upscale gentlemen’s club in the
French Quarter, but the truth was she preferred being
around vampires rather than her own husband.
around vampires rather than her own husband.
He gathered a few clothing items from his
bedroom and took off in his Ford F-150. He could
imagine his gorgeous mother now telling his no-good
step-dad how he’d chased him off yet again.
He didn’t plan to go far, probably Baton Rouge as
leaving Louisiana wasn’t such a good idea. He might
decide to keep driving and never grace his pack again
but he couldn’t leave that kind of burden on his
Adele, was not only a beautiful and eternally
youthful woman of Creole descent, her lineage
remained pureblood Lycan. She’d also been orphaned
at a young age and raised in middle-class New Orleans
with a family who was not aware their adopted
daughter would soon become a werewolf when she
entered puberty.
When she became of age, she hunted down her
biological mother and though they never became close
she at least knew her kin. She’d married his father, Jean
Gasquet, a first generation French-American thus he
wasn’t considered Cajun, who belonged to the Gasquet
Pack and was instantly accepted by them.
His father had been like him, though Alpha of the
Gasquet Pack he would always be a fighter, who loved
to shift and show how great his lineage as a Lycan was,
how strong and tough. He’d died in a bar fight, three
wolves against his one when Jules was fifteen and his
younger sister, Jolie, was seven.
younger sister, Jolie, was seven.
It had been just the three of them for almost ten
years but his mother eventually wanted a lover even if
he could never be her true mate. Roy had come along
and their life had seemed fucked from the word “go”.
His mother was so beautiful and could have any man
she wanted but Roy was second cousin to their father
and he was just as good looking as he possessed the
same crystal blue eyes and blond hair.
Everything seemed okay in the beginning but the
moment Roy married Adele, everything went downhill
in a hurry. Roy couldn’t wait to prove Julien was
tougher and stronger than his father. He enrolled him
in the Lycan Fighter’s League where there was serious
money to be made. Roy took over his life and when he
wasn’t training, he was fighting. After almost eight
years of this constant lifestyle, it was starting to wear
him down.
He pulled the truck to the side of the road and
checked his face.
The black eye sustained on the left side of his head
from the previous night’s bout had yet to fade
completely on his ivory skin and had taken on a bluish
purplish tinge around his eye. The bruise didn’t take
away from his gorgeous crystal blue eyes, the same
color as his father’s though the rest of him resembled
his mother. He had her bone structure and dark hair
though he was tall, almost 6’4” and two hundred
pounds of lean muscle mass.
Julien decided then and there if and when he
decided to go back to his parents’ house, his life would
have to change. He couldn’t keep getting into these
professional fights that lead to bar brawls as he was
already hyped up on blood and violence; followed by
casual sex with every were-bitch and sundry just
because his life sucked and he hated how dead end the
situation seemed at the moment.
The only bright spot in his life was his sister, Jolie,
who attended LSU in Baton Rouge. He would stay with
her as she lived off campus in an apartment he secretly
paid for and make sure she was all right as far as money
was concerned. University ended almost six weeks
previously but she preferred to stay in her apartment
year round as she despised Roy more than he did.
Halfway to Baton Rouge, he decided to stop at
Tommy’s Pizza to get some dinner. Hammond was the
perfect in between place and there were some pretty
good restaurants situated near enough to the interstate
to make it his favorite halfway point stop. He parked
his truck and locked it with the remote as soon as he
stepped out.
Julien realized if Hammond had a down side, the
place was firmly in “shifter” territory.
The Lycan had absolutely zero respect for shape
shifters and considered them just a step above regular
humans but the fuckers were crafty and usually poor as
dirt. They didn’t possess the pack mentality and that
was the main reason why they always stayed in trouble,
was the main reason why they always stayed in trouble,
especially with law enforcement.
Nothing would hurt his mother more than if he got
involved with a shifter—Lycans weren’t crazy about
vamps either but even they were better than shifters—
and he decided the best defense was to be cognizant of
his environment at all times.
He waited until he was safely inside the diner and
seated before he pulled out his Samsung Android
phone and placed a call to Jolie. She answered after a
couple of rings.
“H ey, chère, it’s your big brother. I wanted to see
you and I had to get away from Mama and Roy. Is it
okay if I stay at your place tonight?”
Jolie sighed on the other end of the phone. “You
need to get out of there, Jules. It’s no good for you to
stay there with them…I’m gone and you did your part.
Who are you staying for because if you tell me it’s
Mama, I’m gonna ring your neck. She is capable of
taking care of herself and she doesn’t need any help
from you.”
“Okay, it is for the sake of Mama. I don’t trust Roy.
You know what kind of wolf he is…he isn’t a real alpha
though he likes to act the part. I couldn’t take it if he
ever put his hands on her—”
“It’s a little late for talk like that, don’t you think?
He’s been puttin’ his hands all over Mama for almost
eight years. What are you gonna do? Stop ‘em from
eight years. What are you gonna do? Stop ‘em from
fuckin’? It’s really none of your business what goes on
between them. You need to get out of there and find a
place of your own. You can afford it so stop being
cheap. By the way, I expect you in about half an hour.”
“Make it an hour or so. I stopped by Tommy’s Pizza
in Hammond and you know I always get the sirloin,
bloody, and a baked potato. I think I might have two
tonight so let me enjoy my dinner in peace.”
She sniggered. “Okay, just don’t make me wait too
long. Talk to you later and drive carefully, all right?”
“ Ye s, mademoiselle,” he replied before he ended
their call.
The waitress walked over to him; she was a young
shifter who looked tired and awaited anxiously for her
double shift to end. By the way she kept shifting the
weight of her body from one foot to the other and back
again, her work day couldn’t be over soon enough.
“What can I get for you?”
“I’ll have two sirloin steaks—bloody—and three
eggs over easy with a side of hash browns,” he said
without consulting the menu he had memorized.
“It’ll be about ten minutes. You want anything to
drink with that?”
“Yeah, I’ll take a Budweiser.”
The waitress walked away and he ran his hands
through his ultra short hair. He didn’t have to be
psychic to know it would be a long night.


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