Kissed by Death Book Art

Exclusive Book Art!

Kissed by Death - the Gods Ball

Book art is pretty much my FAVORITE thing! 

And since I’ve acquired my own favorite book artist I’m regularly asking her to illustrate my characters.

And of course, I have to share.

This is a scene from a scene in Kissed by Death where Grim and Vivien attend a god’s ball.

Grim must present his new blood bound sekhor to all the rest of the god’s and let’s just say, there are more than a few sharks in the water. 

They must present a united front, no matter what’s happened betweened them

Can we talk about ALL the things I am obsessed with in this piece? 

Not only did my artist create a stunning scene that perfectly captures the dance between Grim and Vivien…

but her attention to detail blows me away!!!! 

Grim’s death cloak is legit…

  • but did you you also notice the skull ring he wears? 
  • And the ankh on his cuff? 
  • And if that doesn’t wow you, direct your gaze to the left to see Grim’s reflection in the mirror. 


*credit goes to on IG or you can find Marina on Fiverr  as marinaczygir *

ARC Team Open Again!

Open for a Limited Time...

ARC alert! I’m opening up my ARC team – Holly’s Avengers for a brief period of time in lieu of Kissed by Death coming up!


👉 If you’ve read Bitten by Death

👉 Can read under a deadline

👉 Are willing to leave an honest review for Kissed by Death in exchange for the book

Join Holly’s ARCvengers Team!

Note: The audio version will also be released (publication date TBD right now) so if you love audio books, are in the US or UK, and want to join my audio arc team, click the “Audio ARCvenger Team” button!

ARC Team call for Bitten by Death

You’ve all been asking for it for weeks, and now it’s time to sign up for the ARCs – both ebook and audio!

Want to join Holly’s ARCvengers team for Bitten by Death?

Fill out this form 

What’s an ARC? 

ARC stands for Advanced Reader Copy

In exchange for an advanced copy of the book, my advanced readers post an honest review on release day ~ May 20th.

Advanced copies go out next week! 

*If you are already an ARCvenger, you DO NOT need to fill out the form.*

Meet the Voice of Vivien

Bitten by Death is coming in audio May 20th and I’m over the moon about the narrators and their performance so far!

Meet Vivienne Ferrari (or she also narrates under the name Veronica Giguere) the voice of *my* Vivien – a vampire who woke up in a morgue with no memories and finds herself hunted by Death himself. 

Honestly, the moment I heard her audition, I knew Vivienne *nailed* the delivery of my humor in this book which is legit laugh out loud funny. She also brings a vulnerability to the character who can be tough as nails but her armor definitely has some big chunks missing. 

Vivienne Ferrari answered some of my most pressing questions, which include her thoughts about drinking out of the skulls of her enemies.  (You’ll quickly see why she is as hilarious as my Vivien)

ME: If you could have superpowers, what would kind would you chose? 

VF: Mimicry! Like, being able to listen to someone for five seconds, then do a dead-on impression of their accent and speech patterns.


ME: How would you describe your voice/narration style? (or how have others described it?)

VF: I’m a smart, snarky, and slightly seductive storyteller. I’ve had others describe it as coffee and chocolate, conversational with a touch of indulgence.


ME: Coffee or Tea?

VF: COFFEE. Although, I’ve got a fair amount of tea, too. But coffee = love.


ME: What’s been your favorite part about narrating Bitten by Death

VF: Vivien’s attitude! She’s so delightfully fun. I wound up reading bits aloud to my husband while I prepped the book (reading and making notes) and cackling wildly. The tension is *delicious.*


ME: Drinking from the skulls of your enemies – yea or nay?

VF: I dunno… I remember the whole “mad cow disease” scare… and most of my enemies don’t have sexy craniums. Probably a nay.


ME: While we are waiting for Bitten by Death to come out, what is another book you’ve narrated that readers can listen to right now?

VF: ECHO One: Tales from the Secret World Chronicle is a collection of short stories by Mercedes Lackey, Dennis K. Lee, Cody Martin… and me! The series began as a podcast and is how I started narrating audiobooks. I narrated this anthology that blends metahumans and magic, with stories set in WW2 and the present day.

Bitten by Death is available for pre-order in ebook right now and will be available in Audio on May 20th, so you can enjoy the k i l l e r performance by Vivienne Ferrari! 

Want to hear Vivienne Ferrari SLAY this vampire part? Enjoy this exclusive excerpt!

Check out Vivienne Ferrari (aka Veronica Giguere) online



Voices by Veronica

Cover Reveal for Bitten by Death

It’s HERE!


If you saw his face, you’d have a death wish too.

My life sucks. More accurately, I suck—blood. I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue, two weeks ago, with no memories, and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends.

Now I’m hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.

When Death, himself, comes to collect me, I find myself facing the most magnificent, terrifying being imaginable. Who knew the grim reaper wore a tailored suit, and ran the most exclusive hotel on the Vegas strip?

He wants to hold me prisoner? Fine, I will rattle the cage and make his life a living hell until I get my freedom.
And I absolutely cannot, under any circumstances let him know he’s under my skin.

*Bitten by Death is book 1 of 3 in a slow burn, action-packed steamy romance featuring a cheeky, tough heroine and dark hero.

Pre-order now if you like irreverant, chain-yanking vampires, and a hot as hell version of Death.


Ebook now available for pre-order on Amazon!

Paperback and audio book will be also be available.


Chapter Two Part 2

I stared, incredulous. It wasn’t possible. Soul eaters couldn’t become solid, yet soon it had two legs and half a torso. Formed from mottled gray flesh, the limbs were abnormally long and stretched out. Tendons protruded out from its body in harsh contrast.

Emma cried out from behind me. “What is that?”

I didn’t have words as I watched it solidify up over two large arms then up over a head. The monster was now eight-feet tall. Where a face should have been, it was dark and fuzzy, like my eyes couldn’t focus. Putrid sulphur and heat pressed down on the store with unrelenting force. Chills wriggled down my spine like a waterfall of squirming maggots. Sweat poured down my face. I blinked. What I was witnessing was wholly impossible. To prove me wrong, the Soul Eater grabbed a rack of wine and hurled it at me.

I dove out of the way just in time, only to hear the rack of bottles smash and shatter against a display against the wall in a tremendous explosion of glass. Shards sliced the flesh across the top of my hands where they covered my head. Something bit deeply into my calf, just above my boot where my pant leg had ridden up, but I didn’t cry out. Lifting my head and turning slightly, I saw a jagged piece of curved glass four inches long sticking out of my leg. On my feet again, I reached down and yanked the piece out. Warm blood trickled down into my boot. Back to my feet, I searched for Emma.

“Emma?” So consumed with fear for her, I didn’t notice the soul eater upon me until the cold of its shadow fell over me. I whipped around, my head snapping back so I could look up into its hazy face. The dark sucking holes for eyes and a mouth appeared as it had when it was incorporeal.

“Chevalier,” the creature hissed through a mouth never used before.

“Soul eater,” I nodded back. I wanted it to believe I was still unafraid, but a soul eater becoming solid went against everything I’d ever been told. It had been a long time since fear had touched my heart.

Reaching into my heavy coat, I pulled out an opalescent moonstone the size of my palm and brandished it out toward the soul eater – the only useful tool I could smuggle through the metal detector. Most people knew it as a symbol of peace and harmony, but I knew it to be an amplifier to my power. I yelled out to the soul eater, “Hominay, regeta, questano.”

It threw back its massive head and let out a raspy chortle. Despite the light emanating from the moonstone reaching out toward the soul eater, the beast swept its massive arm, smacking me across the room, my body slammed into another rack of wine bottles. Bottles shattered under my weight. Corks popped with enthusiasm, followed by a hissing spray of liquid.

The breath had been knocked out of me, but my armor-lined clothing protected me from any broken glass. Wine dripped down the back of my head as I sat, gathering my wits.

From my new angle I could see Emma flattened against the floor behind a rack. Her eyes trained on me with a mixture of fear and wonder. Travis was crouched over her. He began to pull her up and toward the back exit, but they were too slow. The soul eater advanced on them. I tried to yell for them to look out, but the words came out as a wheeze after my hard impact. The soul eater hovered over them now. Travis’s body trembled, warring with its own fight or flight instinct. Glasses askew, Emma blinked up at the cloud as if she weren’t quite sure she could believe her eyes and was trying to wake herself up from a dream.

“Propheros,” the soul eater hissed at Travis. Holy gods of creation. The soul eater just named the Propheros, which could only mean one thing: the time of darkness was almost upon us.

Chapter Two Part 1

There wasn’t time to try and fabricate a lie to get her to vacate the premises. Then I smelled it. Akin to rotten meat and bad eggs. A marker, telling me that evil was near.

The other customer pulled the collar of his t-shirt over his nose. “Gross, what is that smell?”

Emma covered her own nose. “Ugh, I don’t know but it can’t be good.” Then she noticed me searching the empty space above all the wine racks and asked, “What? Do you think the power is going to blow?” She looked around the store along with me.

“Yes,” I said, allowing her to come to her own conclusions again while trying to lead her away from the refrigerators. I couldn’t anticipate where it was going to attack from, so I kept Emma close to my side.

Emma broke from my grip and jogged to her register. “Let me grab my phone so I can call the fire department from outside.”

“No.” I cried out, but I was too late. She raced in the opposite direction of the front doors.

“Travis, you need to get out of here, too,” she yelled to the other customer, grabbing her phone from under the counter. All the refrigerators lining the walls screeched and howled like tortured animals.

Before Travis could get far, a scream wailed through the store, piercing through the racket of the refrigerators. The high pitch made the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stick up like needles. My skin broke out in a cold sweat. This wasn’t like the icy single-digit temperature outside, the cold blanketing the store now had an unnatural underlying heat to it that I’d become all too familiar with. While Emma and Travis threw their hands up to protect their ears, Emma’s phone clattered to the ground. I whirled around. The screech had come from the front doors.

A mass of energy materialized five feet above the ground. It resembled a dense gray fog, swirling and curling around itself until a shape like the top half of a skull emerged from its center. The eyes were two sucking holes of darkness. A dark mouth yawned out of the fog with another scream. The form swelled with what I could sense as anticipation and raw, desperate hunger.

A soul eater. It appeared between me and the way out. Soul eaters don’t appear in human form like benign ghosts. They are twisted and demonic—their only purpose, to consume and destroy souls.

A sharp gasp from Emma behind me told me she saw it just fine too. I prayed to the gods that she wouldn’t panic and do anything to hurt herself. Curses streamed out from Travis somewhere behind me.

This was what I’d been waiting for. Throwing back the hood of my jacket, I stepped up to face off with the soul eater. I’d prefer there were no witnesses, but there was no time to protect them from knowledge of the dark. It was more imperative I protect their souls. Squaring my hips, I pressed my fingers together to make a triangle for the Holy Trinity. Taking in a deep breath, I began to chant, “Luminatos treahgo eearhovotas.” It was in a tongue strange to Emma and Travis, no doubt. The language was as old as time itself. I poured every bit of belief I possessed into my words to banish the soul eater back to the Stygian, the dark world. It was by a powerful force of sheer will that would banish this spirit away.

The soul eater advanced though I knew it wasn’t coming for me. It wanted Emma. It coveted her soul. It would suck her up like sweet honey. Or that Travis guy, although I bet he wouldn’t be as delicious.

“Laseto, reinetic, ioenai.”

It let loose another high-pitched scream as light gathered between my hands with a comforting warmth. Fear for Emma made my throat squeeze tight. I refused to let anything happen to her, but gods I wished she had gotten out of here. I needed the whole of my focus on the soul eater.

The light from my hands spread, pure rays stretching toward the evil spirit. Sweat broke on my brow as I felt the pushback of its’ dark power. I was almost there; my power had almost reached its peak. It was like a wave cresting, preparing to break in a heady rush to extinguish the dark being.

Before my power could reach its zenith, the resistance of dark energy from the soul eater dissipated. I was awash in surprise, and my own unused forced back-splashed without a counterforce to focus it, in a sprinkle around me like sweet raindrops. It had never taken so little effort to banish a dark entity. Relaxing my hands and stance, I realized I hadn’t.

The dark incorporeal form was still present, but it was changing, undergoing some kind of metamorphoses. The swirling mist solidified and from it stepped out a very real, very solid foot.

Chapter One part 2

Emma tucked a bookmark in between the pages and set it aside. As I walked over with the bottle in my hands, she straightened the over-sized shirt hanging open over a white tank top. Everything about her screamed small-town, except her eyes. Her eyes spoke of wisdom and worldliness beyond this little Colorado mountain town. I would wager her knowing eyes were the result from all those books she reads.

“What do you think of this one?” I asked, awkwardly holding out the bottle to her, almost dropping it. It’s an act. I don’t drop things. But it was important I come off like a yuppie. I still wasn’t entirely sure what a yuppie was, but it’s what a man spat at me in an alley way a month ago when I grabbed him and slammed him to the ground. I claimed I’d slipped, which was a better explanation than why I really threw him to the ground, and how it would have resulted in him losing his head if I hadn’t. As much as I disliked having to appear ridiculous and uncoordinated, I know how necessary it is to not appear as what I am.  

Taking the bottle from me, Emma’s fingers touched mine with the barest brush. Heat shot up my arm then down my back sending a shiver rolling down it with unfamiliar pleasure. Again, the fantasy assailed me in vivid color, and I desired it more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. Someone to see me.

But it was forbidden. I was not to be seen, certainly not to know affection. I was to follow the missions wherever they took me.

Emma didn’t notice my mind wander or my deliberate swallow. She examined the label, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought. “This is a Malbec, so if you want something bolder and spicier, this is your gal,” she said with a smile, handing it back.

I wished she was my gal, my thoughts mimicked her term. I took back the bottle, “Oh, okay.”

Her dark brows wrinkled in confusion. They were thick and dark, a striking contrast against her honey wheat hair and chestnut brown eyes. It added to the intelligence of her face. “You sure do have interesting taste in wine.”

Uh oh. I put on an easy smile, “How do you mean?”

She gestured to the bottle in my hand, then tugged at the bottom of her plaid shirt. “I mean, you never drink the same kind twice. Most people come in and pick the same bottle or at least stick to the same types of wine. You’ve gotten everything from a cabernet to a dry white, all the way to rosés and moscatos.”

Could she guess the small army of wine bottles I’d bought remained unopened, gathered at a corner of the uninhabited building I had made base camp? The fact that I’d never even had a sip of alcohol in my life was probably poking through and making me seem out of place. I’d assumed people would pick out as many different kinds of wine to collect the variety. My Masters would be disappointed in me.

I shrugged and maintained the easy smile, though my back muscles tensed.

One of the refrigerators kicked up a high whine along with a clunky rattle, making the machine sound sick. Emma looked over at it with her brow furrowed. I sniffed the air for burning rubber but detected nothing electrical. Emma stared at it a few long seconds before turning her attention back to me.

“Still figuring out what you like?” Emma asked.

I nodded in agreement, grateful to let her lead the conversation.

She smiled back, clearly pleased to have figured me out. “Well, there’s not a lot of good stuff here. Small-town people tend to keep it sweet or in a box. Let me show you the best of the crop here and maybe that will help you decide.” Emma came around from behind the counter. The prospect of knowing one of her ‘favorites’ kicked up the speed of my heart again in hungry anticipation for something that gave me a little piece of her.

The refrigerator next to the first complaining machine loudly rattled and shook now, like it might expire any second. The other man in the store eyed the fridge from an aisle away, edging away from it.

Emma took a few steps toward the refrigerators. “That’s weird. At least it’s cold out, so if the fridges die, I can nestle the bottles in the snow out back.” Casting a shy glance over her shoulder at me, she bit the inside of her cheek in a way that made me feel all at once restless. “I guess I shouldn’t advertise where I plan to stash the unsupervised booze.” Emma laughed lightly, but I wasn’t paying attention to her anymore.

A third refrigerator matched the clatter and screech of the first two. One of my hands fell to Emma’s arm, stopping her from moving any closer. I almost didn’t notice how good it felt to touch her warm, impossibly soft skin. Almost.

My gaze darted around the store. “You need to go,” I instructed in a low voice.