Bohemian Blog Tour

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Immortals exist. Their underworld is real.

And they want her dead.

When a girl goes missing from the streets of London, Inspector Ingrid Jansen sets out to find her, but with every step she takes toward solving the case, mysterious forces mobilize to stop her.

Infamous vampires Jadeon and Orpheus reemerge into Ingrid’s life. But what are their intentions? Are they allies or enemies?

Ingrid will be forced to push past the boundaries of fear and love in order to solve a centuries-old riddle that delves deeper than she could have imagined.

This is the time to let inhibitions go. This is the time of the Bohemian.The Stone Masters Vampire Series: A Vampire’s RiseA Vampire’s Reckoning, & A Vampire’s Dominion). Mortal Veil Stone Masters 0.5 short story


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Bohemian – Author Vanessa Fewings

Chapter 1

A wave of vertigo.

I stared dead ahead, averting my gaze from the sheer drop twenty stories down. Balancing precariously on the uppermost outside ledge of the Bainard Building with my back pressed against the cold brick, I regretted hiding out here. It had seemed reasonable fifteen minutes ago. My usual nerves of steel were failing.

Without a search warrant I had no right to be here, or rather in there, snooping around Lord Rupert Hauville’s office. Whoever had entered the room had almost caught me red-handed, hacking into his desktop computer and a few clicks away from getting what I’d come for.


In any other circumstance, I might have enjoyed the view of Knightsbridge. In fact if I crooked my neck far enough I’d be able to see as far as Harrods. Chilled by the night air, goose bumps prickled along my forearms. This was easily the most irresponsible risk I’d ever taken and there were plenty to compare it to. Pursuing vampires for one.

A raindrop splotched on my forearm and then another. Rain struck the ledge, making it slippery beneath my inappropriate strappy high-heeled shoes, which were not my usual choice of footwear when scaling buildings. This evening had been going so well. I’d infiltrated Hauville’s fundraising party, mingling amongst the city’s elite charity goers while extracting intelligence on the man from the guests. This black evening gown I’d chosen to wear was far too flimsy for one of London’s coldest evenings. I’d not exactly foreseen this.

Maybe it would have been safer to take on whoever had entered. After all, I was trained in self-defense. Although not on police time, this could be considered police work. My unusual brand of investigating always delivered results, and I’d often overstepped protocols proving my willingness to go out on a limb.

Or even a ledge.

The window frame slammed shut.


Taking several deep breaths calmed me, despite the adrenaline surging through my veins and making my heart race. Blood pounded in my ears. An ill-timed wave of dizziness swept over me.

I knelt and turned awkwardly to peer through the window at a now empty room. Dreading what I already knew, I grabbed the sides of the window frame and tried to ease them up. My fingers slipped off. I gave it another go.

Stealing precious seconds to think my way out of this, I held panic at bay. Or tried too. Going left wasn’t an option. The wall ended there and I wasn’t ready to explore what lay around the corner. Not that it was even 0possible to climb around it. To my right was another window, but what led to it was a rain soaked ledge.

Take off your shoes, came that quiet inner voice offering reassurance. With fumbling fingers, I undid the straps on each shoe and removed them. Now barefoot, I felt more stable, though shockwaves of cold bored into my soles. Clutching my heels, I edged to my right, careful not to drop a shoe and knock out a pedestrian.

I faced the wall and knelt close to the window. I didn’t even try and open it. From here I could see the catch was locked. Several strikes on the glass with my spiked heel proved breaking it wasn’t possible. The rubber merely bounced off the window pane.

Standing again, I hugged the wall and rested my forehead against it. Silently, I invited a Zen-like trance to find me, taking deep steadying breaths while reassuring myself I’d get to live through this. There came that old familiar vow, the one where I pledged I’d never put myself in this kind of danger ever again.

A promise I intended to keep this time.


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About the Author

Vanessa Fewings





Vanessa Fewings (aka V.M.K. Fewings) is the award-winning author of The Stone Masters Vampire Series. Her first erotic novel, Enthrall, will be released later this summer. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has travelled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Germany, Hong Kong, and Cyprus. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.

Vanessa has been invited as a special guest to attend the Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Fan Club’s Annual Ball and Undead Con in New Orleans this Halloween. Alongside some of the most distinguished authors, including Anne Rice herself, Vanessa will be a guest on writer panels and at the author meet and greet where fans will get the chance to chat with her personally about her new vampire novel Bohemian.

Vanessa Fewings is repped by management firm IPG.

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