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Tamara Rose Blodgett

www.TamaraRoseBlodgett.com

Tamara Rose Blodgett is not active on the GR platform but can be found at Clapper:

https://www.clapperapp.com/Tamara_Ros...

Tamara Rose Blodgett: happily married mother of four sons. Dark thriller writer. Reader. Dreamer. Beachcombing slave. Zero Carb enthusiast. Maker. Affordable Fashion chick.

She is also the NEW YORK TIMES and USA Today bestselling author of A TERRIBLE LOVE, written under the pen name, Marata Eros, and 75+ other novels - to include her #1 bestselling TOKEN (dark romance), ROAD KILL MC (thriller), DRUID (erotica), and DEATH (dark fantasy/sci-fi) serials. Tamara writes a variety of dark thrillers in the genres of erotica, fantasy, horror, romance, sci-fi and suspense. She splits her time between the Pacific NW and Mazatlán Mexico, spending time with family, friends and a pair of disrespectful dogs.

After releasing three books with Simon & Schuster (A TERRIBLE LOVE, A BRUTAL TENDERNESS and THE DARKEST JOY) Tamara is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work.


“I couldn't have been more shocked if he pulled a pink elephant out of his ass!”
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“Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity.”
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“Courage is ignoring your fear.”
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“Tell me you do not feel as I do and I will leave you and you may be with another.”
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“Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it...”
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“The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.”
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“Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.”
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“...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...”
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“From DW:I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.”
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