Seven Deadly Sins: Author Spotlight

Doing things a little differently today. First, you're getting the author, and then, you're getting sneak peeks at her books :) And trailers! You know how I love trailers :P

The Author

Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya’s crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.

Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town’s history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya’s love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.

One bite and she was hooked.

With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.

One read and you’ll be hooked!

The Books

During a blizzard, Noel finds refuge with Grayson at his cabin. As temptation builds her self-control begins to unravel. Grayson unleashes her passion, but one question plagues her. Why there are no mirrors in Grayson’s cabin?

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Excerpt

The snow had intensified in a matter of minutes. The further she traveled, more and more accumulation piled along the road. She eased her foot slightly from the gas pedal and engaged the snow button on the control panel of the SUV.

The vehicle responded immediately, feeling sluggish under her control but grabbing the ground more to her liking.

She fumbled with wiper controls, searching for the perfect intervals. Back and forth the wipers crossed the windshield at varying speeds until she settled on particular setting. With one clean swipe, the fury of the snow unleashed. Relentless and powerful, it consumed the visibility and left her in a state of fright.

“Fuck!”

Her eyes scanned the landscape.

To her right stood the carved mountain terrain covered in white. To her left, a sheer drop off into the canyon below. An unconvincing guardrail stood, covered in snow and ice, lining the edge of the road. From the corner of her eye, a portion of the bright blue scenic point road sign peeked through the thickness of the snow buildup.

The scenic point meant she was at the top of the pass.

“Here we go.” She took a deep breath in and slowly released it. The steep downhill journey would lead her straight to her cottage in the woods.

All in all, she’d wished for a white Christmas. The sparkling snow on the pine trees, the endless rolling hills against the backdrop of the majestic mountain range was what she’d pictured for her winter getaway.

But that was from the comforts of her stone cottage.