Bloodline
Origins
Bloodline
Book 1
by
Iuliana Foos
Genre:
Sweet Paranormal Romance Adventure
Determined
to turn her fantasy into reality, Ana starts her journey to become a
vampire. Along the way, she learns the truth about their secret
society, discovers her prestigious bloodline, and falls in love.
Not
all vampires are accepting of humans and war looms in the shadows. An
ancient tome reveals the vampires’ alien descent and sparks
war.
An
army bent on eradicating her coven’s existence threatens her new
world. Survival or annihilation will be in Ana’s hands.
Bloodline
Destinies
Bloodline
Book 2
In
the year 2516 humans share Earth with elusive vampires and GeMs—a
new species of blood-drinkers who appeared after the Flood.
Months
before his five-hundredth birthday, Theodor De Croix, Prince of The
Old Coven, crosses paths with Vivienne. Torn between proving himself
worthy of his bloodline and centuries-old beliefs about true love, he
saves her life but rejects the idea that she might be sent to him by
fate itself.
Vivienne is a human scientist turned GeM in an
accident. Body and mind forever altered, she struggles every day to
adapt to her new life. Attracted to the man who saved her, but
fearing his kind, she finds herself in more danger than ever.
Caught
up in a whirlwind of dreams and evil plots, both must confront their
own demons in order to save each other, testing the powers of fate
and love.
Born
and raised in Bucharest, Romania, Iuliana Foos currently lives with
her husband in San Antonio, Texas.
When
she doesn't daydream or write, she enjoys drinking copious amounts of
coffee and playing online multi-player games, hoping one day to have
a white sanded beach as her backyard.
Becoming
a traditionally published author has been a life-long dream turned
reality.
GUEST POST
The path I walked
Thank
you so much for hosting me today.
Born
and raised in Bucharest, Romania, I had a childhood and upbringing
different from what most people outside the country are accustomed
to. Since an early age, I loved to read. Growing up in a communist
country, where all information was closely monitored, I soon ran out
of books.
I
had to start of course with the literature mandatory in school, all
Romanian authors, but soon, I started to borrow books from my
parents’ collection. When most people hear ‘Black Market’ they
think of illegal merchandise. For us, was also books. Coming across
translated international authors, wasn’t easy, but not impossible
either.
I
fell in love with ‘The Three Musketeers’ by Alexander Dumas, the
first romance book I ever read. I was in my mid-teens, so extremely
impressionable. Until today I still believe everyone should have at
least one sword, even if only for decorative purposes.
When
I attempted to read ‘War and Peace’ by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, I
failed miserably, falling asleep before finishing a whole page. I
still didn’t get the courage to go back and try to read what at
that time, for me, was the most boring book, so I never made it past
the first chapter. It served as a good paperweight, and many times I
used it to hide underneath another book, usually something frowned
upon (for political
reasons),
like ‘Gone with the Wind’ by Margaret Mitchell.
Around
the same time, I managed to put my greedy hands on translated
adaptations of Shakespeare’s plays, whose themes are still
successfully rehashed today.
One
of my best finds has to be Greek Mythology Adaptations. Those gods
are still inspiring.
The
time came, and I ran out of books to devour, so I started to make my
own stories. In school and at home, I was busy creating worlds and
characters in my head. The visit at Dracula’s Castle uncovered
infinite possibilities. Our ordinary world had become that day less
important than my fantasy one. You can only imagine the new level of
commotion in my mind. It was the first time I knew what I wanted to
do in my life: be an author.
With
my first job, life started to interfere with my dreams of writing.
Living though the revolution that ended the communism in Romania,
brought hope. Unfortunately, the bitter taste of disappointment with
the new life, convinced me to leave behind everything I knew. Only
months before my twenty-ninth birthday I emigrated to Canada, in a
search of a better life.
As
an immigrant, I had an allowance of two large travel bags, each no
heavier than forty kilograms (or eighty pounds), so I packed my life
in those and started new. I still have my fifteen large notebooks,
handwritten in Romanian with my first stories. They took half of one
of my allowed bags, my most precious possessions.
Year
after year, I drifted further and further away from my dreams. With
bills to pay and life in general happening every minute of the day, I
had to stay focused on my sales/marketing career.
When
I thought life couldn’t surprise me anymore, it did. I divorced,
and years later, remarried. Following my husband meant yet another
big move, this time to the United States of America, my new home. He
encouraged me to revisit my dream, give writing a second chance, and
so I did.
New
challenges rose, but I was determined not to let anything stand
between me and my dream this time, not even writing in a language
that’s not my native. It took me seventeen years to even dare
consider it. English is not even my second language, but my fourth. I
was fluent in Spanish at nineteen, and in French at thirty. With time
I lost the ability to speak any of the two, but I still can
understand some.
If
you ever look for a challenge to test your courage and drive, try it.
Pick the best language you speak, other than your first, and write a
novel. Let me know how that works out. No, really, let me know. If
you think having an accent is bad, wait until you have to figure out
grammar. Thank God, the accent doesn’t come through in writing.
Many
people start new chapters at some point in their lives. For some, the
change is major, for others not so much. For me, it was monumental.
Both times.
So
here I stand today, humbled and grateful for everything I went
through. I carry the scars of my battles, and the sweet memories of
my victories. Every adventure and step I took brought me where I am
today.
I’ve
learned to never lose hope. It took me over thirty years to live the
dream I had as a teenager. It’s never too late to reach that dream
you have. Hold on to it. Foster it’s growth, and above all else,
never give up. Second chances happen when you least expect it.
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