First Peek at Fatal Temptations…Fatal Cross Live! Book 2

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Here is your first look at Fatal Temptations, book 2 in the Fatal Cross Live! Series.

This Prologue is RAW and UNEDITED…..

Look for Fatal Temptations to be out this winter…Enjoy!




11 years ago…

He’s drunk again.

Hell, he’s always drunk.

My entire life had been nothing but whisky sours and Bud Light from the time he walked in the door in his three thousand dollar suit fresh from his hard day’s work as a corporate CEO until he passed out from the alcohol right after dinner. Daddy dearest thought he was the best thing to grace the air I breathed and reminded me of that as often as he felt the need.

At nineteen, my life should’ve been college classes and late night parties with my best friends, flirting with boys, and chasing the sunrise on Saturday mornings. That would never be a part of my world. No, I was not allowed to do the things that normal children were allowed to do because it would embarrass my perfectly sculptured family unit if I was to step over some invisible line of his social standards. I was only allowed out of the house on school nights for my job. Yes…I said, school nights. I was actually in college with a curfew.

In the last six or seven years, I’d learned that when I had bruises around my throat, he was disgusted by the sight while he tried to eat his perfectly prepared meal. Even though he’s the one to put those marks on me when he felt the need to let off some steam or the booze changed him into a monster. Just like the ones I received the night I came home to find him sitting in the recliner, drunk, and I hadn’t made it home by nine after my shift at the pizza shop I worked at in the evenings. The end result was always the same.

A door slamming downstairs had fear racing up my spine and I shivered from the unknown of what that sound meant. Was it a simple mistake from the wind catching the door? Or was he angry for my mom not having his dinner on the table when he required it? Was he leaving the house for some dinner meeting I wasn’t aware of?

I couldn’t get that lucky.

The only saving grace I had was that he surely wouldn’t want me at the dinner table tonight. No, not with the way I looked. I’d just wrapped a soft scarf around my neck, the same one I always used, and stayed in my room for most of the day, only coming out to grab a sandwich.

My mother was no better. She made excuses and always took his side in any argument. The lies were getting easier to spot now that I was older. If I heard how he’d “just had a horrible day at work” or “you know your father…he didn’t mean it” one more time, I seriously thought I’d kill my fucking self. Just give me the gun, I’d pull the trigger, because I’m not sure how much more of this I could take.

A soft knock on the door announced my mother arriving with a plate of food. The sound of the fine china plinking against the silverware always made my skin crawl. The lap of luxury wasn’t all it’s made out to be on television. Trust me…I was living in my own personal hell, candy coated with money.

“Here’s your dinner,” she snapped, setting the plate on the small desk beside the door. The upturn to her nose was a dead giveaway that she’s still taking his side, not caring that her beloved husband almost killed the child she’d given birth to.

In fact, with the silent treatment and pity party for one she’d been throwing for herself all day, I’m sure somehow this entire thing was my fault. Oh, and the shopping trip this afternoon was probably retail therapy for her distraught nerves for having a wild teenager living under her roof.

“I’m not hungry,” I whispered, pulling the headphones back over my ears to drown out her voice. I looked up out of the corner of my eye when she slammed the door as quickly as she opened it. I just wanted to make sure I was alone in my room, relaxing when he wasn’t standing there behind her.

I didn’t want anything from them…I just wanted a way out. Things were falling into place for me, but I had to just hold on a little while longer. I’m not as stupid as they think. I’d been saving up for a while now, having my own account for the past three years. I’d been putting away money so I could get out on my own, and somehow, they hadn’t known about my little bank account.

I had a safe place to go, if I needed it. A friend from high school had gone on to play for a fairly known band and was currently traveling the country, but he gave me a set of keys to his place if I needed to get away from home. I’d packed away all of the things I needed into a duffle bag and had hidden them behind the shed at the back of our property where I knew my father would never venture out. The little shed held lawn equipment and was only used by the hired help during the spring and summer when they would mow the lawn. Since it set so close to the fence line, I tucked my bag as far back as I could and prayed it was never seen.

“Do you not have any fucking respect for your mother?” my father blared, pushing the door open to my room so hard the door handle imbedded itself into the wall behind it. “Huh? Do you? You ungrateful bitch!”

The plate with my meal was picked up and thrown at my face, but I dodged to the side to miss it. I guess that was the wrong thing to do. The fact that it didn’t hit me actually made things worse…so much worse.

As my eyes blink to clear the past few hours, I gritted my teeth to fight the tears that had fallen down my scraped up cheek. My left eye was now totally swollen shut, but I still had full use of the other one. As I took stock of my body, I breathed a sigh of relief when I come up with only the busted eye. He’d gotten really good at punching me hard enough to knock me out, and I’m thankful that this time he didn’t keep up the beating. I guessed his food was getting cold.

It didn’t take long before I made the decision that would forever change my life. I found the second hidden bag I kept between my mattresses. This duffle was empty, but it only took me a few minutes to pack the clothes I needed.

I didn’t even look back when I climbed out of my window and ran away from home, swearing I’d never let that man have any more control over my life.

The darkness surrounded me as I walked the seven miles to the apartment I would be using as my own. By the time I arrived, my head was pounding and my vision had started to blur. I’d already been yawning for the past hour as I’d walked down back roads and alleyways to get to where I needed to go. So, it wasn’t a surprise when I did nothing more than face plant on the couch of my best friend and sleep for the next two days, praying I wouldn’t ever go back to the hands of the monster I called my father.

Copyright 2015 Theresa Hissong

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Playlist for “Fatal Desires”

After every release, I post the music that inspired the book. Here is the list for Fatal Desires!

Boss’s Daughter by Pop Evil

Higher by W. E. R. M

Darkest Part by Red

Gravity by Papa Roach

Failure by Breaking Benjamin 

Angel by Theory of a Deadman

Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation 

Lonely Boy by The Black Keys

Room to Breathe by You Me at Six

That Day by Nonpoint

Your Kisses Burn Like Fire by The Picturebooks 

Thank you all who have read and loved Taylor and Coraline’s story! 


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***SOLD OUT*** Fully Loaded Signed by Matt DiRito & Theresa Hissong ***LIMITED AVAILABILITY***

***SOLD OUT***





I spent the evening with Matt (Our Donovan Milano!) in Clarksville and had him sign a few copies of Fully Loaded!



These copies are SOLD OUT, BUT you can get an autographed copy from Theresa (her signature only) at this link….


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Teaser Scene from “Fatal Desires”, Book 1 in the new Fatal Cross Series

Teaser Scene from “Fatal Desires”, Book 1 in the new Fatal Cross Series:

Because I had to push the release date further out, I wanted to at least give you a little bit of Coraline and Taylor’s book…

This is raw and unedited.


My phone rang, disrupting our moment. I cursed when I saw it was my bandmate and the lead singer of Fatal Cross.

“Hey, Ace,” I said, greeting him with more enthusiasm than I felt. “What’s going on?”

“Hate to bother you, man,” he sighed. “We just fired Jose.”

“What? Why?” I asked, shocked at his words. Jose was the guy who’d been our tour manager for the past six years.

“He was arrested last night,” Ace cursed. “He’s been selling drugs when he wasn’t working for us. Looks like he was deep in the drug trade here in Seattle. They found a few hundred thousand dollars of coke in his house. He’s going to be put away for a long time.”

“Son of a bitch!” I roared. How many people did we know that had their finger in the very thing we were trying to stay away from? “I swear, we are going to have to start doing drug tests on our crew.”

“That very thought has crossed my mind,” he sighed. “I called because we need to find a new tour manager, like yesterday, man. We leave for London in three weeks. I know you will be over there already, but I need your help finding a replacement.”

My eyes locked with Cora’s and she was already shaking her head, but I ignored her. She’d planned on a lengthy vacation after this tour, but I wasn’t going to let her get away from me this time. She wasn’t going to run…no, not this time. I had to keep a strong hold on her or she’d leave me in her dust as she found a secluded place somewhere on this planet to sulk in her own self-induced exile.

“I’ll get back to you,” I said, hanging up the phone after a promise to call him back soon.

“No,” she growled. “I like my quiet time. I need a break, Taylor.”

“I’m not giving you an option, Cora,” I said, using my knuckle to direct her chin back in my direction. She squirmed to get out of my lap, but I locked my other arm around her tightly. She wasn’t going to run from me this time.

“You can’t make me go,” she cursed. “Taylor, please. Don’t make me…I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” I asked, looking deep into those hazel eyes that hid so much, but also showed so much pain.

“I can’t be around you,” she whispered, tightening the hold around her stomach. “It…hurts too much.”

“I know it does, baby,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. I felt her shoulders begin to shake and I knew she was about to break down again. “I’m not asking you, Coraline Maddox. I’m telling you that you will work for me on this next tour. It’s time we work things out. You and I both know that being apart doesn’t work for either of us.”

“You sound so sure of yourself,” she barked, but I saw the relief in her eyes. She was going to cave and come to work for us.

“You know I’m right,” I said, cupping the side of her face. I peered into her eyes and did the one thing that I’d wanted to do ever since I pinned her to the side of the bus when I first got here.

I finished the kiss I started when she ran away from me.

Her lips were just as soft and warm as I remembered. There was a salty taste to the bottom one when I bit it to demand she open for me. On her gasp, my tongue invaded her mouth, tasting, plundering and marking her as mine. She only protested for a second. Once I deepened the kiss, she melted into my embrace. By the time we parted, she was panting just as heavily as I was, her tiny body was formed against my chest as if she was made for me.

“Come on baby,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Let me feed you and then we can get to work. You have another tour to prepare for.”

I didn’t give her the option of telling me no.

Copyright © 2016 Theresa Hissong

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Blood at Stake Chapter 1

Happy Friday!

Here is chapter 1 of Blood at Stake!

Coming in October

Chapter 1


Security was tight tonight for the Krieger wedding of the century. Men were posted on a catwalk that ran the top of the brick wall that surrounded the Krieger mansion. At least I wouldn’t need to worry about my child’s safety.

Charity wasn’t my biological child, but our relationship was damn near close to that. You see, I found her a very long time ago laying in a pile of dead leaves and her own blood. I couldn’t let that young woman die there, so I did something I said I’d never do. I changed her into a creature of the night. I took away her sun. I turned her into a vampire.

Thankfully, she was more happy that she was alive than dead. Over time, we had become as close as sisters, best friends for eternity. Recently, the town we lived in, Port Royal, was overrun with Lycans, and they had attacked many humans and vampires in the area. Fortunately, we were able to save them with a potion from a local witch. During those horrible few weeks, my Charity had found her mate. He was man she’d dreamt of when she was human.

Dragus was a warrior of the highest esteem and also the head Krieger for Port Royal. He’s a perfect match for her, and for that, I was happy. They truly deserved each other. The Joining ceremony was everything she’d hoped for in a wedding. “A fairytale in the making” was what I’d heard from most of the crowd here tonight.

“May I have this dance?” I looked up at the warrior who’d stopped next to my chair. Rowland must’ve noticed me staring after Ashby, the warrior I’d been lusting over the past several months, and came to my rescue.

“Sure, Rowland,” I nodded, casting a quick glance around, looking for the man who’d sat at our table during the reception, but hadn’t stayed long. I was saddened that he quickly returned to his post without even a backwards glance in my direction.

“I’m sorry he had to work tonight,” Rowland said, clasping my small hand in one of his as he guided me onto the dance floor.

“It’s okay,” I sighed, placing my other hand on the top of his massive shoulder. “It wasn’t a date.”

“No, it wasn’t, but he should’ve asked you to dance at least once,” he frowned, the scar in his lip pulling his bottom lip at an odd angle. “I would’ve covered for him.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Rowland,” I smiled, patting the top of his arm. “I’m fine, really. I think I’m going to head out anyway.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, twirling me around and capturing my waist with his large hand, dipping me so far back that I laughed loudly at his antics. The big ass Krieger was trying to make my night better, and I appreciated him for trying.

“Yes,” I smiled. “Thank you for the dance, Rowland. You are a good friend.”

“You are very welcome,” he said, looking over my shoulder. A mischievous glimmer in his gaze had me trying to turn my head in the direction of his gaze, but he pulled me close and continued to dance.

“What?” I began, but my question died on my lips as Rowland twirled me away from his body, just the tips of our fingers left touching, before he curled his hand into mine to pull me back into his arms. During my unexpected dance move, I noticed Ashby standing at the corner of the room, blood filled his eyes and his hands were clenched tight at his sides. An angry tick worked his jaw.

“He is an idiot,” Rowland whispered.

“He has a job to do,” I sighed. “Thank you Rowland, but I’m ready to go home.”

“Okay,” he said, stopping his dance to bow at the waist. “Thank you for the dance, Ms. Duncan.”

“Thank you, Krieger,” I curtsied, giggling when he winked.

I quickly gathered my things as Rowland excused himself to go speak to two other warriors who were here from a town not far from Port Royal.   It was early in the morning when the mating ceremony for Charity and Dragus ended, so I made my way to the front of the mansion in preparation to leave.

As I walked toward my car, I noticed the guards scattered across the front lawn. The men were posted all throughout the grounds. Some were dressed in standard warrior clothing, black cargo pants and a black cotton shirt, others in tuxedos to blend in with the mass of people gathered for the occasion.

I wouldn’t say that I was jealous, but it did sadden me that I was walking out of these gates alone. Who doesn’t get a little depressed when you go to a wedding without a date? Ashby and I sat at a table together during the reception, but by no means was this a date. We talked, maybe even flirted a little, but as with the life of a Krieger, he was on duty and in charge of the security for tonight’s event. So our time together was short lived, and I was a little miffed that he didn’t even ask me to dance. I’d spent most of the evening stealing glimpses of him as he worked.

The warrior Ashby was complete male perfection. Short blonde hair highlighted his sharp features. His pale, ivory skin was toned…muscular. Many times in the past, I’d stared at him when he wasn’t looking, trying to figure out if his skin felt as smooth as it looked. His hands told a story of hardship from the thickness and strength that radiated off of them. They’re large and everything he handled was with skill. I often wondered how they would handle me. There was something about that warrior that had me feeling drawn to him in some weird way. Even the dragon tattoo on his neck called to me as if it saw something deep inside my soul and wanted to protect me.

Every warrior was given the mark of a Krieger when they were chosen to protect our race. The tattoo of a dragon was placed upon their necks by our queen. She oversaw and approved every warrior that ever lived. When she’d marked Charity’s guard at the wedding, I was stunned at her abilities. With just the press of her hand, a dragon tattoo appeared on Adam’s neck, officially boosting him into the ranks of a warrior.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and walked toward my car. With a sigh, I tapped the button to release the locks. When I reached for the door, a hand slipped past me and grabbed the handle before I could do it myself.

“Ms. Duncan,” Rowland nodded while opening my door. I saw his eyes flicker to the front of the mansion, and I knew he was only doing this to get under Ashby’s skin. “I hope that you had a nice time.” Bless him. He was a soft hearted man, even though he had a scar that ran from the bottom of his ear and under his chin that came up through his lip. He looked menacing, but nothing else about the warrior would cause you to be afraid of him.

His Krieger tattoo, on the same side of the scar, was placed on top, hiding most of the damage that obviously happened to him as a human. He kept his light red hair loose, and it hung right at his chin. The vampire was stunning despite his obvious deformity. His eyes were different from anything I’d ever seen. They were a stunning crystal blue, but the rims were black as coal and seemed to thicken depending on his mood. Right now the trim was thinner, more normal.

“Thank you, Rowland. It was a lovely ceremony.” I tossed my purse on the passenger seat and climbed in, “Have a good night, Krieger.” With a wink, he closed my door and nodded politely. As I drove away, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Ashby on the porch to the mansion. He was standing there at attention, and boy did he look mad.

Was he mad because Rowland was being nice? Why in the world would he be mad? Ashby had never shown any interest in me all of those times that he would escort me to the hospital or over to Charity’s during the curfew a few months ago.

Except for the past few weeks. He had been plenty nice when we’d run into each other, and I had this crazy idea, a few days ago, that he may like me more than just a friendship. But then again, he hadn’t tried to hold my hand, make a pass at me of any kind, or even ask me out on a date. He had my phone number and had never called for anything personal. Only to inform me that he would be picking me up at Charity’s request.

The man was frustrating and sexy as hell. My hormones were all in a knot over what could be…or maybe it was just my stupid female head getting the best of me.

My super hearing picked up the sound of a growl, low and deep, coming from the direction of the house. I checked the porch again and saw Ashby clenching his fists, his body vibrating from anger. “What the hell is wrong with him?” I growled in frustration.

When I turned around, I saw the gates to the main road were open. I punched the gas pedal a little too hard, and my car jerked forward. I didn’t bother letting off the gas and looking like an idiot. I pressed down harder and sped down the driveway, throwing rocks in the process. My little blue Mercedes would probably have chips in the paint, but I really didn’t care what it looked like. Ashby was being an ass, and I needed to get out of there.

Instead of going home, I drove over to Nights, the club I owned with Charity. The clock on the dash said the time was only two-thirty in the morning, so I had plenty of time to do some paperwork.

The club was vacant because we did not open due to the wedding. I parked and made my way to the back door. The parking lot was lit, and for some reason it was almost too quiet. I stopped suddenly, when I heard a slight rustling to my left. My nostrils flared as I tested the air. My superhuman senses realized something wasn’t right. The predator in me automatically tensed in preparation of something bad. Scenting the air again, I realized that it was not a vampire I scented and definitely not Lycan or Hybrid. It was human.

The hair on the back of my neck prickled, and I spun around, grabbing for the door as pain bloomed at the back of my neck. Warmth spread from that point out to my arms, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that I’d been shot.

My eyes blurred as I turned around and found two males coming at me fast. They were definitely human, and the first thing I noticed was that they had huge stakes hanging off their belts. I heard a whooshing sound, and a small stake pierced me in the middle of my chest, thankfully missing my heart. I growled out a curse, swinging my head around to see how many people were coming for me.

A younger man carried a black bag, like doctors used to use back years ago. I tried to use my right arm to feel my injuries, but it didn’t cooperate. I reached up with my working arm and felt the back of my head. From the agonizing burning, I knew the bullet must’ve been wooden, but it wasn’t Hawthorne. This burning was worse than that horrible wood that vampires are highly allergic to and could poison, if not kill, my kind.

My hand came away sticky with my own blood. The coppery smell fired my senses, causing my stomach to clench with the need to feed and repair my body from the bullet wound.

My attackers advanced on me as I tried to return to my feet. Blood filled my eyes and my fangs burned as they thickened in my mouth. Humans were not prey, but at the moment, I wanted their blood.

The first one was older, probably in his fifties, bald and a little pudgy. He grinned slowly and said, “Hey, Jerry! We got us a vampire! Bring me the vial.” He reached for me, and even in my weakened state, I hissed in warning, the predator in me poised ready to fight. The human paused for a moment. I could’ve sworn I saw fear on his face, but he quickly righted his features and continued to pull on my arm.

The one named Jerry ran up looking downright pissed off. “Damn, Dad! You gotta get ‘em in the heart.” Jerry was about twenty years younger than his father and resembled him perfectly. Except, Jerry still had his own hair and his was brown. Both of them had eyes the color of dark chocolate and dressed in black cargo pants and long sleeved black shirts.

“We need her blood,” the father yelled at his son. “They said they needed her vampire blood.”

I screamed, “B…bastard.” It was hard to breathe. The jackass turned and staked me again, but this time in the shoulder. The burning from the wood impaled in my body caused me to stumble, and I fell to the ground, hoping they’d get within a few inches of my teeth.

“Don’t move you damn bloodsucker,” Jerry cursed.

They stood over me for several minutes, judging my ability to attack them. Or, shall I say, my inability!

The father’s hands shook as he rummaged through the black bag. I heard the glass vials moving around in there and I knew that I couldn’t let them have my blood. I had to fight them, but at the moment, I was incapable of lashing out at them. I was getting weak. A weak vampire was worthless…and could end up dead very easily.

Headlights suddenly rounded the corner, and a vehicle I recognized screeched to a halt. Meadow – our waitress who was just learning her talents into seeing the future – jumped out of her car and ran straight for me. The panicked look on her face changed into one of rage at seeing these men over me.

“Run!” I screamed, but it came out more as a garbled moan than a demand.

Meadow hissed, her eyes filling with blood as she rammed Jerry, knocking him off his feet. The father produced a gun, aiming it at her head. “I will kill you. These bullets are wooden, you crazy bitch.”

She stopped a few feet from me, but couldn’t edge any closer, because the dad pulled the hammer back on the gun, showing us that he meant business.

“You better run humans,” she growled. I saw her hands shaking with nervousness, but I wasn’t going to point out that she was the shyest person I knew and probably wouldn’t know how to protect herself in an altercation. She was doing mighty fine holding her own at the moment.

Both Jerry and his father scrambled to gather their things, making fast time getting into their old, brown pickup truck. As I tried to right myself, my weakened body collapsed in a heap on the ground. My beautiful dress was ruined. The bastards laughed loudly as they drove out of sight.

“Lydia,” Meadow cried. She reached for me, pulling me to the back door by my good arm.

“Call…my…Nachtmann,” I growled. Once she dropped me, I used my good arm to reach into my pocket for my cell phone, handing it to her.

“Calling for help,” she said, as she dialed a number.

“Hurry, please,” I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry. I was quickly losing blood, and I needed a replacement supply….like yesterday. I curled up on my side as best as I could with all of these damn stakes protruding from my body. Blood trickled down my neck from the bullet wound that was starting to itch.

It was soon obvious that she’d dialed 111, our emergency hotline for all things vampire. I could strangle the little bitch. I was fine. The pain would go away if I could just dig out the bullet and pull out the stakes.

“Yes, my name is Meadow Parks. My boss has been shot and staked at her business. It Nights, a club down by the river. Yes, ma’am. I’ll stay.” She hung up the phone and said, “They’re coming, Ms. Lydia. Hold on.”

“You know,” I paused to take a small breath of air. “I’d be much better if you could pull this stake out of my chest and shoulder. Help me dig out the damn bullet while you are at it.” Meadow looked abashed for a moment.

“Is it safe to do that? You may bleed out,” she argued.

“That’s why I wanted you to call my Nacthmann,” I growled, my fangs sharp against my lip. “One of them would have fed me so I could heal.”

“You need a hospital,” she scowled. “Can I give you some of my blood? Will it help until they get here?” She was offering me her blood, and I really needed it, but that would just be awkward. She was just a child, sort of. It was weird, taking blood from an employee. I’m fairly certain there were some rules against that like harassment or something.

“No,” I panted, then hissed as the bullet in my neck sizzled. (Yes, I heard it!) “I think I can wait.” I frowned to myself when I heard sirens coming. Whoever she called was moving at top speed to get to us. Honestly, it was just a little wound. I’d be okay.

“Lydia,” a familiar voice called out.

It was him…Ashby.

He was here for me and somehow it made me realize everything was going to be okay. Right now wasn’t the best time to get all girly over the warrior, but damn, I just wanted to let him hold me. What the hell, Lydia!

“Over here,” Meadow called out.

When Ashby turned the corner, shock set in, and I started to shake. The bloody tears I’d been holding back finally fell over my lids, making a warm trail down my cheeks. My teeth chattered uncontrollably as I reached a hand out for him. Ashby dropped to his knees beside me and immediately started checking my wounds.

“Oh, doll,” he growled. “Who did this to you?” He placed his hands on the side of my face, and the worry in his eyes made me cry even harder. My vision took on a reddish hue, due to the blood in my tears. I really hated that I was crying, but given the situation I was in, all I could do was cry. It didn’t help that the warrior was showing me sympathy. He was only doing his job, but a little part of me hoped that he was doing it because he cared. Ok, I’m lying. A big part of me wished that he was doing it because he liked me.

“H…humans,” I gasped, when the bullet sizzled again. “Please pull out the stake, Ashby. It…it hurts.”

Bastian arrived and moved Meadow out of the way as he set down a medical bag. Opening it up, he removed gauze and tape. I groaned when I realized that this was going to hurt worse than when the damn thing went in.

“We have an ambulance coming, Ms. Duncan,” Rowland began. “We are going to pull out the stake so that your accelerated healing can begin, but you’re going to need blood and stitches. Do you know who your maker is?”

My heart lurched and a new round of tears began. “My maker is deceased.”

“I’ll feed her,” Ashby blurted, to my surprise.

“You don’t have to feed me, Ashby,” I scowled. I sure didn’t want him to put himself out.

Ashby sat back on his heels and pulled me up to him. He turned me on my side, and I heard his flesh open as he used his fangs to bite into his own wrist. The smell of warrior blood hit my senses, and I growled with the need to feed. My predator instincts kicked into overdrive, and when his wrist appeared at my face, I struck with the speed of a snake. I felt him tense behind me, then his large body relaxed. For a split second, I felt his erection pressing at my back. He shifted to a more comfortable position, thinking I didn’t notice…but I did. Oh, boy did I ever notice! Wowza!

“Pull the stake out, Rowland. She’d occupied with feeding,” he said, but I ignored my surroundings, because Charity was right, warrior blood was amazing.

The moment Rowland pulled the stake out, the flow of blood trickled faster down my back. I sucked harder on Ashby’s luscious wrist, moaning embarrassingly at the flavor. Someone pressed gauze to my back, and the pain from it caused me to growl, like an injured animal giving a warning. A huge hand stroked my hair, and the calming effect shut off my sound.

“Alright,” Ashby whispered. “Doll, you’re taking too much. I’m getting weak.”

Immediately, I pulled away and looked at his beautiful face. He was a little pale, and I held up my weak wrist. He shook his head in denial. “Please,” I whimpered. I really didn’t want him to suffer for helping me.

“I’ll be fine,” he smiled and stroked the side of my face, his calloused hands were rough against my skin. I nuzzled into his palm and closed my eyes, savoring his touch. “Where’s the ambulance?” He turned to Rowland who was on his cell phone.

“E.T.A is six minutes,” he announced.

“That’s too long. I’m taking her,” he stated, swooping me up into his strong arms. Oh, I liked that. I didn’t know if it was his strength, his blood, or a combination of both, but I had to squeeze my thighs together to keep from moaning at the idea of his strength protecting me.

Now was still not the time to get all starry-eyed over the warrior. Even though, from my vantage point, he was even more handsome than I’d ever noticed. His scent swirled around me. The blood from the wound that had recently closed on his wrist mixed with his natural male scent, and it was driving me crazy with lust. His blood was seriously stronger than any human blood I had ever tasted upon my lips. Even stronger than my makers.

When he reached the Krieger SUV, he used one hand to open the back and retrieve a blanket. He wrapped me up carefully and gently placed me in the passenger seat of the Krieger vehicle. The loss of his touch hurt more than the holes in my body. He used his speed and was in the driver’s seat an instant later.

“What did they want? Other than to kill you?” he growled, so deep that the frame of the vehicle vibrated with his words. The spot between my thighs heated with the action of his anger.

“One of them said something about a vial,” I told him, pulling the blanket around me tighter.

“Did they want your blood?” Ashby turned toward me, just for a moment. It was then that I noticed the whites of his eyes had filled with blood, his fangs were making points into his bottom lip.

“I assume so,” I frowned. “Why else would they need a vial?”

The bullet at my neck started to burn, and I reached back to feel the hole. I hissed at the constant burning sensation, then absently scratched at the wound. It itched like an insect bite.

“What’s wrong?” Ashby demanded.

“It burns,” I cried, digging more at the hole in my neck. “It itches!” He didn’t say anything, but the increased speed of the SUV told me that this wasn’t good. Something was not right about this bullet in my neck.

“Feed from me again,” he said, twisting his arm and shoving his wrist in my face.

“I took too much before,” I shook my head, refusing to feed.

Do it now,” he ordered on a growl, causing my heart to clench with the need to obey his command.

I didn’t argue, as I sank my fangs into his vein. The warmth spread across my tongue, and I greedily drank his offering. My stomach was full, and I didn’t want him to yell again. He obviously was concerned, so I did as I was told.

I noticed the hospital was only a few blocks away when I suddenly felt the pull of death upon me. It wasn’t even close to dawn, but for some reason, I was…sleepy?

Someone shouted my name, but it was too far away. All I really wanted to do was close my eyes.

And so I did.

Blood at Stake is up for preorder.  Release date is 4/28!

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Fully Loaded Release Day!

It’s finally here!

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Fully Loaded released officially today!  If you preordered it, then it should be in your library.  Paperbacks are being printed and I hope to have them in the mail to you (if you preordered) by March 10th.  I will let you know when I ship them by posting it to my Facebook page (

Links to the eBooks are on the page at

I hope you all love Fully Loaded as much as I loved writing it!  Share with your friends and tell them 50% of the proceeds go toward Matt’s charity, Star Treatments!!

Thank you all so much for all of your support over the past several months!  I can’t thank you enough!

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Fully Loaded and Other Crazy Happenings

Good Evening!

I’m stopping in to give you all links to the preorder for Fully Loaded.

This book is an awesome project I have going with bassist, Matt DiRito!  Whew!  Not only is he my super hot, hunky Man Crush, he is my dear friend.

About a year ago, I approached Matt about writing a book starring him as the character.  In return, I promised to donate 50% of the proceeds to his charity Star Treatments.

Star Treatments is a transportation service for children with cancer.  The sponsored family will be driven to the child’s treatment facility by way of a tour bus!  How awesome is that!!??

Matt’s vision has taken form and now is a reality.  Please visit for more information.

Here are the links to the preorders on all platforms.  Autographed copies from me can be purchased at the link below.
Autographed Paperback from me…(Ships Approx 3/25)






Release Date for Fully Loaded is 3/17

What’s next?

Well, a bunch of awesome things!

I am working on finishing up the second book in the Warriors of the Krieger series.  Blood at Stake will be Lydia and Ashby’s book and I hope to have it ready for you this summer.  This book has been a long time coming.  Let me explain the delay….

The first book, Blood and Roses was written almost six years ago and was the very first book I ever wrote.  I wrote this book while my husband was deployed to Iraq with the US Air Force.  During the process, I let my dear friend Kelly read it…Well, the first three chapters, anyway.  She LOVED it!

I sat on this book for four + years before I ever published it and I did not let Kelly read any more of it because I wanted her to be surprised when I finally put it out for the world to read.  Well, I published the book and Kelly was living in Hawaii at the time and was heading back to Georgia on a move and did not get to read it right away.

Kelly was killed in a car wreck shortly after moving to Georgia and was never able to read the book.  She’d constantly told me how proud she was of what I had done and that she would eventually get to the book, but she never did.

Every time I sit down to write on Blood at Stake, I get lost in thoughts about my best friend and how she was taken away too soon.  I will eventually finish Blood at Stake, and I appreciate all of you for waiting on me.  I want this book to be amazing and if the story is not in my head, I do not want to force it to be written.  Thank you for your understanding and I hope to kick this story’s butt soon!

The second book in the Memphis SWAT series, Lucky Two will be available late Spring and will be A.J Beckett’s turn to get his story told.

And lastly…Fatal Cross!  These guys began as just an opening band in my Glory Days books, but soon became a nagging in the back of my head.  With their drummer fired and in jail for his attempt on Liana Sullivan in A Glory Days Awakening, the band Fatal Cross has regrouped after finding a new drummer and a new lease on life.

The first book will be called Fatal Desires and will be Taylor Vaughn and Coraline Maddox’s book.  I hope this one burns up your sheets, because we all know Coraline is a spitfire and a wild hellcat who will need the right kind of man to keep her in line! Whew!

I hope you all are staying warm in the nasty cold weather that is happening across the country.  Stay posted to my social media for more information as I get closer to releases for all books.

Much Love!

Theresa Hissong

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To My Husband….

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To Wayne….

The Uniforms You Once Wore

His uniforms rest in the corner of the closet. Two years have passed since they draped the back of the honorable man I married. He now wears the uniform of a civilian, not tied to his country by way of a contract. He has seen peace and he has seen war. As a wife, I have endured love, loss, togetherness, and separation, but those uniforms are a part of me as well. For I have ironed creases sharp as a knife’s blade, sewn patches with pride, watched that camo walk away and return a soiled, tattered mess from a year’s worth of sacrifice. For 20 years, we have endured it all, but no matter how far apart, we did it together. But a military wife I will always be….even as I see the uniforms he once wore. ~Theresa Hissong.

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Fully Loaded…Chapter 1

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Here is chapter one from Fully Loaded!

I am giving you this unedited version a little early, so I hope you enjoy!

Copyright @ 2105 Theresa Hissong

Chapter 1

The place was packed to the walls with people from all walks of life. Women dressed in clothing that was either to tight, or designed for someone twenty years younger than the wearer. Men mingled around, beers in hand. Couples were meeting up, for more than just the concert. I cringed when I thought about some poor woman waking up with one of these men who were steadily flowing through the crowd, most likely not caring for the music, but more to pick up an easy lay.

The first band was already on stage, belting out their one and only release, hoping that would make sales skyrocket, opening for one of the best rock bands to hit the scene in the last few years. I’d heard of the band that was currently on stage and these guys were really good. I hoped that they succeeded, because they really deserved it.

A guy with a multitude of trashy tattoos brushed against my arm as I walked toward the bar, hoping I could just get a bottled water. I shivered from the contact as the man smiled. Well, at least tried to smile, but he was missing over half of his teeth and his hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed in a few weeks. I shivered and averted my eyes from the creepy guy’s gaze.

After getting the bartenders attention, I paid for my overpriced water and found Kiera waiting for me just a few feet away. People were just starting to fill the space on the floor in front of the stage. Waves of fans pressed their bodies together, squeezing and pushing against each other, trying to get as close as possible.

My best friend shamelessly pulled me until we were finally within five feet of the stage, just as the first band was finishing their set. I groaned from the hint of mischief in her eyes, because I knew she wasn’t going to let me sit at the bar alone. I couldn’t get away if I tried. Bodies were pressing close, pushing us closer and closer to the stage. We stood through one other band, watching and singing along for the half hour they had allotted for their time.

Kiera was chatting with some stranger to her left, while I waited for this show to be over. It’s not that I didn’t like going to concerts. I loved them, truly did, but I wasn’t feeling it tonight.

The lights dimmed, a soft sheen of smoke filtered from somewhere behind the drum kit, like a fog sent to capture those who were helpless against it. People around me were chanting the band’s name, hoping that would convince them to come on stage sooner than planned.

When the music started, my heart sped in anticipation. I’d forgotten how exciting it was to being this close to the stage at a concert. It was like old times, Kiera and I being out, letting our hair down, and watching a live show. This was what I needed, because we hadn’t been out in ages.

Closing my eyes, I let the music wrap around me, enveloping me in the euphoria of the moment. The song began and I smiled while I stood inside the crowd of sweaty, drunken people. A guitar wailed and the music took me to a place far away from the hustle and bustle of my life. It felt good to be myself for once. Heather Rose, the woman, came out to play tonight, instead of Ms. Rose, high school history teacher.

It wasn’t until my eyes opened, and I looked upon the stage, that I saw him.

His hair was dark, long, and straight, his eyes were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean, very similar to my own. The band’s bassist looked like a walking orgasm. His eyes were on me, captivating me…devouring me. We were locked in a battle of heated gazes, not once looking away from each other. My pulse thundered under the pebbled skin on my neck and my sex thrummed with every note he played. It felt like my body was his instrument. An instrument he mastered with his long, skillful fingers. My sex clinched…my body heated. I wanted him and from the fire in his eyes, I knew he wanted me, too.

In the crowd, people shifted, but I was locked in place. Bodies gyrated to the music, people sang along, but I was frozen by the beautiful man who was just…there. Legs were spread in a stance that he must’ve practiced, or came naturally, I couldn’t tell. Occasionally, he’d thrash his head from side to side. A strand of long, black hair caught in his short beard, and my hands itched to tuck it behind his ear.

My best friend shook me, screaming, “Oh my GOD!”

Her outburst caused my brain to snap back to attention. The blush that heated my cheeks was embarrassing to say the least. Once the connection was broken, he moved away to begin the next song.

“He is so hot,” Kiera swooned, as the song ended. “He totally wants you!”

“No, he doesn’t,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at my best friend. She was secretly a romantic at heart. “Maybe I look like someone he knows.”

“Bullshit, Heather,” she laughed. “Look at you!” Kiera made an exaggerated movement with her hands, like she was sizing me up. It made me very uncomfortable.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I gaped at her. She was looking at me like I was some porn star.

“You’re blonde, tall,” she began, then continued to tick things off on her fingers. That really pissed me off. I didn’t like to stand out, but obviously I did. “You have big tits, you wear your clothes like a damn super model. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are. Look around you!”

My cheeks flamed when I did as my best friend suggested. I noticed guys staring after me. If I moved a certain way, so did their eyes. Some of their lustful gazes caused a creepy shiver to roll up my spine. I found myself moving closer to Kiera as the next song started, bringing my attention back to the stage.

I wouldn’t have even been here if Kiera had not pulled me from my apartment. I just wanted to sit at the bar and watch the show, but she was having none of that. I’d tossed on my favorite skinny jeans, and a black, sparkly tank top. On my feet, I slid into a comfortable pair of heels that would make a hooker jealous. She was right to drag me out, I now admit. I was actually having a great time.

Of course, I liked the band that was playing. Ares Revenge was everywhere. Their music was on the radio, commercials, and I’d even heard one of their songs played when I was watching a hockey game with some friends a few weeks prior.

If someone would’ve told me that I would be having eye sex with their bassist, Donovan Milano, while he was on stage, I would’ve called them a liar. Oh, that was definitely eye sex, for sure. The wetness between my thighs was a dead giveaway.

Holy hell, what was I doing? I wasn’t some fucked up groupie! I sure as hell wasn’t a whore who’d jump in the sack with a man I didn’t know, even if it was the hot-as-hell bassist up on that stage.

My raging female hormones disagreed. Traitorous bitch!

Absently, I licked my lips as my eyes traveled up his arms. The corded muscles flexed with his every movement. He wore black jeans and a top that was ripped all to hell. The sides split down to the seam, and if he moved the right way, his nipple would peek out. I had the sudden urge to circle it with my tongue.

The girls around me, who probably weren’t old enough to be swooning, were screaming his name, in hopes that he’d reach out and touch their hands. I was a little further back, so touching him was out of the possibilities. Plus, if he did touch me, I’m sure I would’ve melted into my own shoes, right there where I stood.

“Here he comes,” Kiera giggled in my ear. Donovan was making his way back to my side of the stage. When our eyes met again, I didn’t miss the quick wink that was directed toward me. Of course, the girls around me thought it was for them. I was almost to the point of believing the wink was for someone else, until he pointed straight at me as he sang his backup vocals. The words out of his mouth caused my heart to increase in speed.

I took a chance and blew him a kiss, which to my utter disbelief, he caught it in his hand and pressed it to his heart. Kiera made a strangled noise in the back of her throat that caused me to laugh. Damn, it felt good to do that. It’d been so long since I could be myself.

They were four songs into the set and it felt like the night was getting away from me. I suddenly didn’t want it to end. Being here, watching them play, was better than I’d ever imagined. Getting lost in the moment, I raised my hands in the air and shifted my hips to the beat of the song, my mouth opened, and I sang along with the band and the crowd around me. Kiera used her hip to bump mine in approval.

Kiera was so different than myself. She was naturally beautiful, and although she told me constantly that I was a ‘hottie’, I still envied her for who she was as a total package. Where I was soft-spoken, Kiera would chew you into a million pieces in thirty seconds flat if you crossed her wrong. Her fire-engine red hair was natural, and so was her spunk! Her eyes would shift to a dark emerald when she was angry. That girl turned away more men than she showed interest in on any given day.

“He’s looking at you again,” Kiera yelled in my ear.

I didn’t reply to her statement, because my eyes were locked on his. Those deep blue eyes bore into my soul like he was trying to memorize everything about me so that he could recall it later.

He sang his part of the sultry song and used one finger to point directly at me, again. The lyrics were directed toward me, causing me to blush. Damn, this was a whole new style of flirting. I didn’t think another man would be able to top it. Donovan had it going on…on several different levels.

His eyes, those little piercings just under his bottom lip, that ring through his nose, and the hair…all of it made a delicious package I could see myself getting lost in. If the saying about big hands applied to him, I’m sure he’d be a complete package.

Holy fuck! What was I doing? My inner whore was alive and well tonight. I had to keep reminding myself that I was going home alone tonight. Donovan ‘sexy-as-fuck’ Milano would not be in my bed.

I really needed to get a life!

The song ended and the band members all grabbed for bottled waters, tossing them back before the next song began. I studied him, the way his lips pressed into the plastic bottle, molding around the rim. My eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed the liquid. The movement was enticing me, calling to me. My thighs throbbed with desire as I imagined tracing his throat with my finger, just feeling the soft skin of his neck.

He set the bottle down and turned for the crowd, his eyes landing on me. The corner of his lips kicked up in a wicked smile that sent out a promise of things to come. Kiera was right, he wanted me. As heat pooled between my legs and my nipples hardened in my bra, I knew that I wanted him too.

He mouthed one word that sent my body into overdrive…”Beautiful…” There was no missing that the comment was meant for me.



As the crowd disbursed, I found myself feeling lost. I’d never see him again and the thought severely depressed me. Kiera was still going on and on about his flirting and that I should try to find him.

“He’s a rockstar, Kiera,” I said, exasperated. “He probably has a woman in every city.” That was the real problem with lusting over him. I’d be just another notch on his very large bedpost. I was not a band whore, nor would I ever be one.

“Still,” she shrugged, pulling her keys from her pocket. “Damn, Heather. Live a little.”

“Easy for you to say,” I laughed and bumped my shoulder against hers. It really was great to get out with her again.

We made our way to the entrance, dodging a few drunk guys who were trying to help each other out of the venue. I really hoped they’d be taking a cab.

Out on the sidewalk, we turned left to head down the side of the building toward the parking lot to the north. People walked and talked animatedly about the concert. Women gushed over the men on stage. I, on the other hand, was trying to forget the sexual tension between me and the bassist. I had to shake him from my mind. Everything about him was just so…intense.

There was an iron gate up ahead that was opened for the back of the venue. Two tour buses and several vans were parked inside the area. I kept my head down not wanting to look for him. I just didn’t want to think about him. It was a stupid fantasy and I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. I blamed Kiera for pushing the issue and making me imagine all kinds of wicked things about the bassist.

As we approached the gate, a commotion behind us caused Kiera to turn. Her shout of alarm was short-lived as a behemoth of a man crashed into my right side, throwing my body to the left. I gasped out in shock, more than pain, and tried to throw my hands out to keep myself from falling on my face.

Huge, warm hands grabbed my arms, spinning my body so that I landed into a solid chest. A glorious scent washed over me, causing my body to respond in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I heard a voice curse and then the deep timber shouted, “Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Looking up into the blue eyes of my savior, I gasped when I saw it was him…the bassist.

“Name,” he demanded.

“W…what?” I asked, still in shock from being plowed into from the jerk running down the sidewalk.

“I asked your name, beautiful,” he smiled, but his voice was commanding. “Tell me.”

Holy hell.

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“Fully Loaded” Update and Excerpt

Thought I’d stop in and say hello!

I’ve been working very hard on Fully Loaded and now, as of last night, I finally typed, “The End”.

Now, it’s time to sit back, read it from the beginning, and make necessary changes.  After that, I will ship this off to my editors and then get it prepared for you.

As of right now, we are looking at the paperback being right around 200 pages. I wanted to keep the book small and affordable.  I will have them in stock once they are printed.  You are more than welcome to order them off of and ship me your copies to sign if you’d like.  My snail mail address is in the “About” section of this page.

I will be out of town for an appearance this weekend and once I am back, I will do the necessary updates and edits so that hopefully the following week, we can get preorders up all over Amazon, Smashwords, here at my website, etc.

I hope that you all have a great weekend and I leave you with a small excerpt from Fully Loaded….

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The room was only lit by the lamp on the table beside him, the light making a halo around his dark head…like a fallen angel. An uneasy silence fell over us as we stared at each other, neither one of us speaking. Donovan’s eyes didn’t stray from my own. Blue on blue, passion on passion. Bumps raised on my skin and I gently squeezed my thighs together to stop the pulsing in my sex. Being this close to him set me on edge.

“Heather,” he whispered, feeling the energy between us. I’d be a fool if I tried to deny that we had a connection.

“Donovan,” I whispered.

The distance between us was quickly filled when he growled, “I can’t keep away from you.” And then he was on me.

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