With September being Ovarian Cancer Awareness month and my plan to donate all proceeds from September sales of A Vampire’s Passion to the Granulosa Cell Tumor Research Foundation I thought I’d provide some information about ovarian cancer awareness and then an excerpt from A Vampire’s Passion.
The following information was taken from the cancer.org website. Please visit this page for more information.
Did you know…
Ovarian Cancer accounts for 3% of cancers in women, but causes more deaths than than any other cancer of the female reproductive system?
Roughly 22,280 women will receive a new diagnosis of ovarian cancer. About 14,240 women will die from ovarian cancer?
There are three types of ovarian cancer: epithelial, germ, and stromal cell. Epithelial is the most common, making up 85-90% of the diagnoses? Granulosa Cell Tumors are a stromal cell cancer and make up 1% of the diagnosed ovarian cancer cases.
Some symptoms of ovarian cancer are.
Pelvic or abdominal pain
Trouble eating or feeling full quickly
Urinary symptoms such as urgency (always feeling like you have to go) or frequency (having to go often)
These symptoms are also commonly caused by benign (non-cancerous) diseases and by cancers of other organs. When they are caused by ovarian cancer, they tend to be persistent and represent a change from normal − for example, they occur more often or are more severe. If a woman has these symptoms more than 12 times a month, she should see her doctor, preferably a gynecologist.
Ladies, be sure to have you annual exams, including paps and internal examinations. Miserable as they are, they could save your life!
Here’s an excerpt from A Vampire’s Passion. This is the moment Brandt meets Rachel. They get off to a rough start!
As if by some glorious miracle the stench of everything that had ever lived and died at the end of the alley, including the rotting overflowing contents of the dumpster, vanished. The air filled with a sweet aroma, reminding Brandt of the bakery down on Sixteenth Street. She smelled like raspberry jam and fresh dough, like a warm Berliner.
Unable to stop himself he inhaled, filling his lungs with her delicious scent. His mind flooded with memory after memory of all the times he’d eaten jelly donuts. As a boy with his family before Lent, as a young man with the pretty girl next door, as a soldier, sitting on the battlefield waiting for his next orders.
Sand and grit crackled beneath her shoes as she stepped into the alley. “I know you’re in there.” Her voice quaked.
Facing Garrison and with his back turned to her, Brandt couldn’t see where Rachel was, but he could feel her. She was only a few feet from them and she was afraid. Her scent grew syrupy sweet as her anxiety level rose.
“I only want to help. Please don’t be expired.” Her fingertips grazed Brandt’s arm as she reached for the wall.
He glanced to the side, and his gaze met hers. He’d easily been able to see how pretty she was across the street, but standing beside him where he could appreciate every fine detail she was beyond beautiful.
Errant strands of hair floated around her face, having come loose from the thick ponytail hanging down her back. Long eyelashes blinked behind black-rimmed glasses. High cheekbones led to rosy cheeks then down to slightly parted full lips.
She was his most secret fantasy come to life. Every minute detail was exactly as he’d pictured. The curve of her eyebrows, the shape of her ears, the slight dimple in her chin. All of it was exactly as he’d imagined.
Sharp pangs pounded in Brandt’s chest. Then his heart stopped with a sudden thud. Four seconds later it began beating again only to come to an abrupt stop three beats later.
Her gaze went from Brandt to Garrison.
“Huh!” Her eyes widened. “What are you doing to him?” Not waiting for an answer, she reached down and picked up a broken chair that had been discarded into the alley. “Get off him.”
The chair crashed over Brandt’s back twice before he could gather his thoughts to understand what was happening. With the third whack he toppled against Garrison.
“Get off him! No one expires tonight.”
When the chair fell apart in her hands, Rachel lurched forward, pounding her fists against Brandt’s back.
“Help! Help!” Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and she climbed up his back, snaking her arm around his neck until the skin under his chin was pinched in the crook of her elbow. “Leave him alone!”
Her fingers knotted in Brandt’s hair, seconds before she yanked, sending pain shooting across his head. His ears echoed with what he was certain had to be the battle cry of some sort of demon.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Please grab a copy at one of the links below. 100% of the September sales will be given to the Granulosa Cell Tumor Research Foundation. Your purchase will help in the fight for a cure!