Carlie's Blood

On a cold dismal night, a two-day-old infant was abandoned on the steps of the hospital, no clothes, no blanket, just thrown away as yesterday garbage. Raised in an orphanage until overcrowding put her on the streets to fend for herself at the age of fourteen, her name is Carlie. Carlie was a survivor. She learned quickly how to panhandle, eat out of the dumpsters and find shelter from the rain. Love had came her away, fleeing as it had been. Jack was gone, all that was left was his crypt and on the stone had been etched, Jack Devereaux 1983 – 2003, loved above all by Carlie. Victoria Marie Devereaux, precious daughter of Jack and Carlie 2003-2003. Carlie Loroche 1986-2003, Left behind. Carlie was dead as Jack, just had not been buried that day over nine years ago. She had tried a time or three to join him and her baby girl. Her hand moves over the broken windowpane as if touching the crypt outside her rundown apartment. “Good night Jack, sleep with the angels. I love you, wait for me.” A mysterious stranger had watched Carlie for longer than humanly possible. It was time to meet . . . the black town car slides up to the curb . . . the door opens.

On a cold dismal night, a two-day-old infant was abandoned on the steps of the hospital, no clothes, no blanket, just thrown away as yesterday garbage. Raised in an orphanage until overcrowding put her on the streets to fend for herself at the age of fourteen, her name is Carlie. Carlie was a survivor. She learned quickly how to panhandle, eat out of the dumpsters and find shelter from the rain. Love had came her away, fleeing as it had been. Jack was gone, all that was left was his crypt and on the stone had been etched, Jack Devereaux 1983 – 2003, loved above all by Carlie. Victoria Marie Devereaux, precious daughter of Jack and Carlie 2003-2003. Carlie Loroche 1986-2003, Left behind. Carlie was dead as Jack, just had not been buried that day over nine years ago. She had tried a time or three to join him and her baby girl. Her hand moves over the broken windowpane as if touching the crypt outside her rundown apartment. “Good night Jack, sleep with the angels. I love you, wait for me.” A mysterious stranger had watched Carlie for longer than humanly possible. It was time to meet . . . the black town car slides up to the curb . . . the door opens.

Dalin resides with her husband, Marshall and loyal companion, Cody, her black lab, in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Dalin began when her children were small, writing Christmas and magical stories for them as well as poems about their favorite things. Her novels include; Carlie’s Blood, The Princess and The Prophets, The White Angel and the Gates of Hell, Succubus Fangs, Ice and Blood, Fangs of Justice, Gypsy Fangs, The Turning Games, Fangs of the Phoenix, and Nemesis. Her love is writing heart gripping love stories surrounded by danger, seduction, deception, and intrigue. Vampires, ancient warriors, werewolves, and mythical creatures come to life in each spellbinding novel. The male characters are sensual, virile, and overly handsome, as they lust and love the breath-taking heroines. She takes each character to the limits of their emotions, tears out their hearts, then fills them again with more love than they can imagine. Love that will last until time is no more. She beckons you, “Come take my hand. I will show you eternal love or I will show you death. I am a vampire, a werewolf, an angel, and things you have no way to comprehend. I can be your nemesis or your guardian angel, make your choice wisely.”