Maya DeLeina-Erotic Vampire Author

The author will be giving away a copy of Blood of Luna to a lucky commenter who leaves his or her email. 
Welcome Maya it is a pleasure to have you here!

I am Erotic Vampire Author Maya DeLeina.

My favorite time of the year has passed, but it doesn’t mean that since Halloween is gone, vampires and paranormal creepiness are void from my life. Visions of vampires fill my head that have my fingers working non-stop on my laptop keys. In fact, for my new WIP, I am taking the fantasy world of vampires up a notch and adding some new elements.  But before I start revealing more about my WIP, get to know my latest release and see if the world I create is something you want to sink your teeth into.

Read the reviews, blurb and excerpt on Blood of Luna:

Reviews:

“This was a romance with plenty of twists and turns, a bit of a spooky edge and not to mention lots of steamy scenes that make you want a man like Trevor in your life. The scene with the “rubber” men was quite freaky, I don’t think I have ever found a read that actually unnerved me a little bit as this one did in that scene and to find out what they actually were was quite sad.

I wasn’t quite sure where the read was going at the start with the Prologue, starting off with Luna and Renny, then the entire read being about Trevor and Luna, but once you reach the very end you get enlightened to the whole situation. I did not see the ending panning out the way it did; the truth unraveling and everything being revealed as to the story behind Trevor and Luna’s connection, then the whole story got turned on its head yet again in the Epilogue!

The way this author writes is so smooth and enthralling; the whole story flows so perfectly and always keeps you guessing. It was a tough decision trying to rate this one, but I have decided on three and a half stars bordering very close to four stars.”- Book Devotee Reviews 

“Paranormal erotic romance with a slice of spooky and a full helping of WTF is what I call this read.”

“Rubber men?! I keep thinking of the rubber man from American Horror Story, one of the creepiest things I have ever seen *shivers*”

“The "rubber" men were not only a bit freaky, they were probably one of the more original bad guys I have read about in a book. It does have a bit of a horror edge to it.”

Blurb:

When is it real? When is it fantasy?

For Luna Kalen, the line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.
Recovering from a car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.
After exploring a dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires.
When reality and fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.
Should Luna have listened to the warning?

Excerpt

Flood of emotions hit me like a tidal wave. I was relieved. Then I was angry. And then I grew scared. As I first suspected, there was something else besides Trevor in that cave. And since he felt the need to hide where he was going from me, the thought of what could be in the cave sent shivers down my spine.

“Luna?” Trevor’s voice echoed from within the confines of the cave.

I walked up closer to the cave and situated myself at the entrance. I couldn’t see his face to understand his emotions, but the sound of his voice said it all.

He was downright pissed.

“Trevor?”

“What the hell are you doing following me? I thought you were cooking!”

“Why did you come back here? What is in there that you are not telling me about?”

“You weren’t supposed to come here, Luna. You’re supposed to be cooking.”

“Tell me what’s going on. You owe me that!”

Trevor stepped out from the darkness to reveal himself to me. I scanned him up and down. The white shirt he had worn when he left the house no more than fifteen minutes ago was completely gone. He stood bare-chested with his shoes and slacks on. Oddly, his suspenders were still in place, wrapping around his flawless bare skin deliciously. And his ivy cap still dressed his head.

Then I looked in his eyes.

Far from what I was expecting, his eyes were cold and expressionless. Even further from my expectation was the deafening and awkward silence between us.

Not one word was spoken in response from Trevor.

I remained unusually silent trying to process what was going on.

While Trevor didn’t speak, there was a definite energy flowing from the cave’s depth that resonated in an eerie hum. Instinctively, I squinted in concentration, scanning the dark emptiness behind Trevor to make out the sound.

What I heard started off very faint but persistent. It was like I was back in the thick of my hectic morning commute, a combination of competing sounds of idling engines, conversation murmurs, blaring horns, and thumping music causing an indiscernible drone. Mounting and intensifying, the sound began to scare me.

And when I settled my eyes back on Trevor, the uneasiness in his body language and the anxiety in his expression made me freeze in terror.

Trevor dropped his head in an apparent air of defeat.

“Trevor?” I whispered.

Trevor raised his head and locked eyes with me.

“You were supposed to be cooking, Luna,” he whispered. His eyes began to tear. He took a deep breath in and released it slowly. “Keep absolutely still, or else you’ll send them into attack mode. I will try everything possible to protect you.”

I just nodded my head to acknowledge that I heard what he said. But I didn’t understand a word he said. I imagined my face must’ve had a terrible expression of fright right after the words came out of his mouth since he did everything in his power to calm me.

“Shh, Luna. Stay calm. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Trevor looked up and scanned the roof of the cave. My eyes followed his and scanned the space feverishly, not quite certain what I was looking for. Then he turned his head to the side. He looked back as far as his neck could stretch as the once faint hum was now a racket of bloodcurdling screams, eerie moans, and howling.

“They’re coming. Be brave.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I felt my knees go weak, and I became light-headed with the rush of adrenaline.

Who were “they”?

A rush of movement exploded from the darkness so quickly and overwhelmingly that I couldn’t process what was coming for me. Blackness swirled in chaos around my body, and the sounds emitted by the vortex-like cloud sounded like something from the pit of hell. I felt a cold dampness enveloping my body. A rubber, sponge-like feeling pressed and slid across my skin. Then, my body rose straight from the ground. My stomach dipped with nervous energy. I looked down and could see the sand peering out from behind the swirling blackness.

“Trevor? What’s happening?”

“They’re moving us into the cave. We’re going to their world now.”

About the Author

Maya DeLeina is an Erotic Vampire Author published with Siren and Evernight Publishing. Maya delves into sexual fantasies of the blood and fang fetish that leaves readers tingling in all the right places.

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Character Interview and giveaway by Author Jennifer Lowery

Hi Nikki and readers *waves* Thanks for having me here today! My debut book, Hard Core, released this month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!!

In honor of my release I am offering a copy of my debut romantic suspense, Hard Core, in either ebook format or signed print copy to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL and gift choice to be entered to win!!

Nikki-Hi Jennifer it's a pleasure to have you here on my blog along with Alana and Cristian.  Welcome you three, have a seat and let's began the interview.

NP-How did you meet each other?

Alana: I saved Cristian’s life. And, he saved mine. *smiles at Cristian*

Cristian: *remains silent, but his ice blue eyes soften when he looks at Alana*

NP-What do you admire in him/her?

Alana: His loyalty.

Cristian: Her passion.

NP-Boxers or Briefs?

Alana: That one is for you. *grins*

Cristian: *scowls* Neither.

NP-What makes you smile about hero/heroine?

Alana: *looks at Cristian who is still scowling* That look right there.

Cristian: *scowl darkens*

NP-What makes you heroic?

Cristian: I’m no hero.

Alana: He is.

NP-What is your nickname?

Alana: I love it when Cristian calls me “Doc”. I’m a surgeon.

NP-Do you have any hobbies?

Alana: Between my work at the hospital and my volunteer work I don’t have time for hobbies.

Cristian: She works too damn hard.

Alana: That’s what you love about me.

*Cristian scowls*

NP-What's your fave food?

Alana: Anything Cristian cooks for me.

NP-What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there that's scarier than that? What do you think that would be?

Alana: *slips her hand in Cristians* Believing I could kill someone. I never want to face that again. Nothing is scarier than facing the darkest part of yourself.

NP-How private of a person are you? Why?

Cristian: *holds Alana’s hand on his thigh* Very. Are we almost finished here?

NP-What do you think of your author?

Cristian: Jennifer likes to push the limits. I respect her for that. Alana’s just off a twenty-hour shift and I’m just back from a mission. Time to wrap this up. *he helps Alana up, puts an arm around her and they walk from the room*

Thanks for having me today, Nikki!! I had fun! And to my readers out there I just want to say THANK YOU! I wouldn’t be here without you! My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support.

All my best,

Jennifer

Hard Core/Romantic Suspense

Blurb:

Tag: He takes lives. She saves them.

A supposedly hassle-free job for mercenary Cristian Slade becomes a mission of mercy when he saves a life instead of taking one. Slade's new mission might be his most dangerous yet, because the danger is to his heart.

Tragedy has sent esteemed surgeon Alana O'Grady to a remote a remote Nicaraguan island where she immerses herself in the lives of a native American tribe, using her talents for goodwill instead of wealth and prestige. But life turns upside down when her work requires she protect a rugged mercenary who commands her attention when she's awake and dominates her dreams while she sleeps.

Doctoring Cristian puts her entire tribe in danger from the man who's hunting him. Is it her professional oath or her unprofessional attraction to him keeping her from sending him away to heal on his own? Alana's fire warms Cristian's heart, but he's a hardened assassin and has no business falling for someone like her. Can they fight hard enough to keep what they might have together?

Content Warning: Sexual content.

Excerpt:

Prepared to start an IV, she picked up a needle. She had it in position when his other arm shot out and he clamped her wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Startled, she met his panicked gaze.

“I said no needles.”

Her heart banged against her ribcage as she let the needle slip out of her hand. It hit the floor with a small ting. Alana opened her hands in surrender, her patient’s fingers digging into her flesh. For a man half-dead, he had amazing strength.

“Okay,” she said to placate him. “Relax, I don’t have it anymore. It’s your choice, but I recommend you let me start an IV for meds.”

“No. Just fix me.”

Alana pinned him with a no nonsense stare. “I’m not impressed with Superman heroics.”

Face pale and drawn, he said gruffly, “I’m not Superman. Learned not to trust people with needles.”

Her fingers were going numb. “If I remove the bullet without pain medication or anesthetic, you’re going to be sorry.”

He studied her. “You’re really a doctor?”

Alana bristled. “Technically, yes.”

“Technically?”

She didn’t have time to explain herself with the amount of blood seeping from his gunshot wound. “I went to med school. You can let go of my arm now. I won’t use any needles.”

He looked down and immediately released his grip. She rubbed her wrist to soothe away the ache. “Can I get to work now, or do you want to question me more about my credentials while you bleed to death? I don’t have a blood bank, so you’re screwed if you lose too much.”

Her blunt statement received a curt nod. She normally didn’t talk to her patients like that. Her patients didn’t normally countermand her either.

“Do it,” he said.

“Without anesthetics?”

“I don’t need them. Just get it over with.”

Stubborn, stupid, or both? Insane, yes, but there wasn’t time to argue with him.

“Okay. The offer stands if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.”

She doubted that, but didn’t comment. Instead, wiped her forehead with her forearm, and picked up gauze pads to clean the wound.

“Here goes,” she warned and dabbed his skin.

Her patient didn’t move or even wince as she cleaned the angry wound. Either he had a will of steel or he’d passed out again. Hopefully, the latter. Sweat rolled down her back as she finished cleansing the area around the bullet entry. Red flesh puckered with the first signs of infection. In this environment infection was guaranteed.

With a steady hand that would have made her father proud, she picked up her instruments and took a deep breath.

“You still with me?”

He murmured a response, turning his head slightly so he could see her. The stark beauty of his profile, despite the bruises, struck her again. The lines of his face were chiseled, unforgiving. The kind of man she’d glance at twice if she passed him on the street.

A man associated with a criminal.

“Still here, Doc. What are you waiting for?” Husky with pain, his deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She gave herself a mental shake. “Want something to bite down on?”

A small, wry smile touched his lips and his lids closed. “You won’t hear a peep out of me. Just fix me, Doc.”

“I can hit you so you’ll sleep through it,” she muttered.

That drew a low chuckle from him. She didn’t expect him to have a sense of humor. He seemed too…hard. His chuckle turned into a grunt of pain. “You probably hit like a girl.”

Alana grinned. “Yes, I do. Rest assured it won’t feel like it.”

“Appreciate the offer, but, no.” His words slurred together, his muscles tense as he fought his body’s demands.

“You got a name, Superman?”

His head rolled to the side, his chest rose and fell slowly. She thought he was out but he murmured, “Cristian.”

“Nice to meet you, Cristian.”

Then she dug into the wound for the bullet.

Author Bio: 

Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  

 Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and three children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

Find Jennifer:

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Evernight Blog Hop Bash October 8-12th 2012

Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop!

Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page  http://www.facebook.com/evernightpublishing . Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.

Good luck and happy hopping!

I will be giving away three copies of my book Demon Mine my first Interracial Paranormal Erotic Romance book.  I have also decided to give away a  small signed poster of Demon Mine. 

Please stop by my facebook author page and like it along with following this blog.  http://www.facebook.com/NikkiPrinceAuthor Thanks and good luck!
Blurb:
Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life and love for Liliana Jackson over and over again. That's until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. For you see, Liliana was once Lilith the first wife of Adam and the lover of Samael. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated Liliana and fallen angel Samael?

Buylink: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/demon-mine-by-nikki-prince/

Here are the other stops in the hop--enjoy and good luck!

Guest blogger: Shyla Colt with newest book: Cursed

Please leave a comment with email if you want to be entered into the giveaway!

Hello All :Waves: First off I’d like to thank, Nikki for letting me stop by and chat to you all about my new release, Cursed due out on October first. This is my first in the Edgeworth Men series, and I’ll be doing a blog hop focused around the town the book is set in, Baxter. I’ll be giving away a prize every week, so be sure to comment to win.  

Good Luck, Shyla 

 Welcome to Baxter where everyone knows everyone’s name…. and their business. Deep in the heart of Mississippi this town has had a rash of broken heart’s caused by the Edgeworth boys, and rumor has it, it’s not their fault. Their great-great-great granpa got them in a heap of trouble when he bamboozled a local witch and jumped town with her money. Since then every man in the Edgeworth family has had crap luck in love. You’d think the towns women would stay clear of them but once they share that flirtatious wink, show those dimples, and turn on the charm … you’re sunk. Around here one of the most popular places for dining is, Hog Heaven. The BBQ is so good, it’ll make you smack your mama, and the atmosphere is casual, perfect for warding off those first date jitters. Come and see what part it played in Cursed for Avalyn, and Colton. Be sure to comment and win for a chance to win a Hog Heaven Gift set.

Summary

It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiless moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the Voiles women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...

Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?

Excerpt:

Fifteen minutes later, they were in front of Hog Heaven. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose up at the name and the apron-wearing pig with a chef’s hat that graced the giant sign in front of the tiny building. Smoke curled up from the back, and she guessed they had a smoker of some kind. 

“Now don’t let the tiny building or the name fool you. This is the best barbecue you will ever taste. The meat melts right off the bone, and it’s smoked to perfection and bursting with flavor.” Excitement filled his tone, and his face looked almost reverent. “The sauces range from tangy to sweet and hot to mild, so there’s sure to be one that’s just right for you.”

 “With a recommendation like that, I can’t wait to get in there.” 

“I hope you don’t mind eating with your hands, because that’s the only way to do it justice.”

 “I don’t have a problem with getting my hands dirty.” 

“Good to know,” he said. 

He led her inside, and she was amazed at the amount of people packed into the small space. The delectable scent that assaulted her nose the moment they entered took away all her doubts. Any place that smelled this good was sure to be a slice of heaven. There were brown picnic benches covered with red table cloths taking up every inch. On each table was a roll of paper towels and a metal basket filled with an array of sauces ranging from yellow to a ruby-red you couldn’t pay her to touch. She liked heat, but that looked downright deadly. Colton followed her line of sight and grinned. 

“That’s the devil’s brew. I don’t recommend it unless you’re into pain.” 

She laughed out loud as they entered the line of people waiting to grab a seat. It was obvious this was a popular place among the locals. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one.”

 “Smart girl.” 

They reached the end of the line and stood in front of the cash register. The meat was lined up and displayed on a carving station. She licked her lips and decided on the brisket plate with potato salad and an ice-cold sweet tea. No one produced sweet tea like the south, and she’d missed the sugary substance when they lived up North. It was served in a Mason jar with a healthy wedge of lemon. When they had piles of meaty goodness and sides on their plates, they chose a table toward the back, where it was less crowded.

 “We have nicer places here in Baxter, but I figured if I was supposed to be showing you the town, local, home-cooked cuisine would be a better fit.”

 “If it tastes half as good as it smells, this place will have a new regular.” 

He chuckled, and a lapse in the conversation came as they prepared their food. She went with the hickory brown sugar sauce on her brisket. The meat was tender and moist, and combined with the sauce, it had her closing her eyes and moaning. The smoky meat’s sweet flavor was downright orgasmic. She could feel the calories piling on top of each other. She opened her eyes and found Colton’s gaze fixed on her. Heat blossomed in her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. 

“What?”

 “Nothing. I like a woman who can eat.”

 She smirked. “I’m southern. I thought enjoying fatty foods was a requirement of girls raised in the south. ” 

“You’d be surprised.”

 Her head filled with thoughts of waif women who munched on salad and sipped on water with lemon. She suppressed a shudder. That was no way to live. She was a meat and potatoes kind of girl and liked her curves, thank you very much. She was proud of the bodacious Voiles butt and child-bearing hips she’d inherited. Unlike some, she was fortunate to have strong women in her life who taught her to buck tradition and love her form and her being for what it was. Because of all the people in the world, there was only one Avalyn Rae Voiles, and no one could do her better. 

The eye roll that accompanied Colton’s statement earned him a few more brownie points. She liked what she saw so far, but she needed to test the waters. 

Fifteen minutes later, their plates were clear and she was taking a blind leap. 

“So, I heard the local woods here are haunted. Is there any truth to that?” She took a giant gulp of sweet tea to bolster her courage and glanced up. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“I’ve never seen anything suspicious there myself, but if you ask me, there are supernatural beings out there living among us. 

 She arched an eyebrow. “That’s smart thinking.”

 “Well, I was top in my class.” 

She laughed and relaxed. Well, he was open-minded at least. That was a start. 

“Why? Do you have experiences with ghosts you feel like sharing?” 

“Maybe?” She glanced up and cast a sly smile in his direction. 

“A women of mystery, huh? I can respect that.” 

His voice washed over her like liquor. The rich tone danced along her nerves, making her nipples harden and her thighs tingle. He made her want to forget her raising and head home with him for a night of smex. Better than your average lay, smex was a nasty, dirty, no-holds-barred ride to completion. He had bigger than average feet. She knew because she’d looked. It had her mind drifting to thoughts of what those thick, calloused fingers of his would feel like over her flesh. Avalyn shifted in her seat as her mind began to fill with images totally inappropriate for the dinner table. She was a woman in the middle of a draught so long she could barely remember what it felt like to be full of a stiff cock. She licked her lips and tried not to leer as she focused on the conversation once more. A quick romp was something she could’ve had years ago. What she wanted involved rings and vows, or at the least a long term commitment. 

“So what brings you to Baxter? It’s not a city people flock to. It’s more of a town you grow up in and never leave.”

 “You don’t like it here?” 

“No, I love it. This place has spoiled me for living anywhere else. We’re a hidden jewel. I think the hidden part is why we remain unchanged by outside influence.”

 “My family is originally from here, but we branched out a few decades back to live a couple states over. My gran and my mom suddenly got the itch to rediscover our roots. The next thing I know, we’re headed back to the original Voiles homestead and buying a space out on Main Street for the store. Not that I minded really. I was tired of life in the city, and smaller towns tend to look on what we do with a kinder eye.” 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“Make things from scratch and do our best to heal people. Maybe make this world a better place one person at a time.” She shrugged, embarrassed by her rant. 

“I like that,” he said. A soft smile curved his cupid bow’s pink lips, and she felt herself melt just a little more. “Lord knows the world’s got enough negativity in it.”

 “I like you more and more with every word you speak. That’s a rare gift you should share with the rest of your brethren.” 

His cheeks reddened, and she swore she saw panic in his widened eyes. “My brethren.” 

“Yes, men. They tend to put their feet in their mouths at least seventy-five-percent of the time.” 

“Oh, them.” He laughed, but it sounded thin and reedy. It was obviously forced. Avalyn wanted to ask him what he’d thought she meant, but she didn’t want to ruin the wonderful report they had going because of a silly, misunderstanding. 

“As much as I’d like to speak for my entire sex, I’m going to have to decline. I can’t even get my younger brothers to listen to me. Forget the entire world.”

 She laughed. “How many brothers do you have?” 

“Two. Too many.” 

“Come on, you don’t mean that, do you?”

 “Most of the time, no. Sometimes…” He trailed off and shrugged. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?” 

 “No. Despite how many times I asked my mother to give me a brother for Christmas, it never happened.”

 He sniggered and shook his head. 

She glanced down at her watch and sighed. “I’m enjoying this, but I need to head back to the shop soon.” 

“I understand how it is when you own your own business. I’ll go settle the bill.” 

She opened her mouth only to clamp it shut when he shot her a glare.

 “Don’t you dare spout any Yankee nonsense about splitting the cost. I asked you out, and you accepted, so I’m paying.”

 “Yes sir.” She gave a mock salute. 
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 I hope you enjoyed that glimpse into , Cursed. 

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Interview at Kim Carmichael's blog with a giveaway!

I am at Kim Carmichael's blog with an interview and there is a $10 starbucks card for a lucky person leaves a comment. Please stop by!http://kimcarmichaelnovels.com/interview-with-author-nikki-prince-raffle-for-a-10-starbucks-card/