I’m participating the “Manday Hottie Hop” sponsored by Felicity Heaton, author of the Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
Here’s my contribution for the week 🙂 Enjoy!
I’m participating the “Manday Hottie Hop” sponsored by Felicity Heaton, author of the Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
Here’s my contribution for the week 🙂 Enjoy!
Today I’m featuring Sexy Aidan Turner for my Manday Monday Hotties Hop.
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Halloween is the perfect time to celebrate our favorite hot paranormal romance heroes and share them with others like you. With that in mind, we are hopping for Halloween and celebrating everything sexy about our Hot Heroes! They may be vampires and werewolves, angels and demons, gods and goddesses or any number of sexy shifters or other hot paranormal creatures. So Welcome to the Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway Hop!
This blog is from October 29 to November 3.
The following excerpt is FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
I was sipping wine and touching myself on one of the above ground tombs in a New Orleans cemetery, trying to forget the day’s events when I felt the presence of another. With it being Halloween, I fought the urge to freak out and remained calm because I knew it was only my overactive imagination playing tricks on me or the wine. My friends and I had nicknamed the cemetery we often frequented ‘Willow Ridge’ because of all the willow trees that lined the roads going into the large cemetery. I had heard it was often referred to as the City of the Undead, but I didn’t like that name, nor did I pay attention to the rumors that creatures walked the grounds at night. It was a ridiculous notion.
I had driven the thirty minutes out to Willow Ridge, leaving the city of New Orleans behind and leaving my aunts and uncles to argue over how I should spend my inheritance. My deceased father was a writer and I was her only heir. He had told her family that I would inherit everything because he had provided for all of them for so long. They wouldn’t be getting any more handouts unless I decided to do so.
Many popular book series my father had written had made him independently wealthy after my mother had passed away fifteen years earlier. My father spent hours at the keyboard like a man possessed after her death. At the time of his passing he was in talks with several movie production houses about turning several of his books into movies.
As a young adult, reading his books had given me an early appreciation for the supernatural and I knew things going bump in the night like vampires, werewolves, or zombie was all make believe, even though I still hoped I would be proved wrong one day. The idea of meeting a vampire or werewolf like the actors I watched on television was part of my ritual scenery of inspiration when I masturbated.
Having buried my last parent only hours before was a great weight on my mind and I hoped pleasuring myself would relieve some of my tension. Realizing I had a helper of the
night to assist me was an intriguing prospect, but I knew it was ridiculous to wish such a thing. It was another reason why I was in the cemetery that night after my father’s funeral. I was ready to grow up, become a woman, and leave the South. Saying goodbye to my virginity in a place like this seemed fitting, even if it was an odd notion to most sane adults. Plenty of my older friends had told me that Willow Ridge was the most magical cemetery of all of them. It was the place to go and see if something amazing would occur. Even though my father had forbidden me to visit the cemetery, my friends and I had partied there a lot over the past few years of high school. Now my father was buried with my mother in the family plot in the Saint Louis cemetery on Basin Street in the French Quarter, many miles away from Willow Ridge, so it didn’t matter what she thought. Now I could make my own decisions and accept the consequences. I was ready to move on and I wanted to say goodbye as well to my favorite secret place. Only my aunt, my father’s sister and a witch like my mother, had told me the truth. “Your father met your mother in that cemetery one night, my child. That’s why he doesn’t want you to go there. He’s afraid it’s a cursed place. But I know wonderful things can happen there all the time, especially on a full moon,” she had said. My aunt was far cooler than my father and I tended to trust her words more than listening to my father’s fears for my well being. So that was my plan. I was going to spend the night in the cemetery and see if something magical would happen for me.
After drinking a few glasses of wine on some person’s above ground tomb whose name I couldn’t pronounce because my French was terrible, I settled in to do something insane and jacking off on the grave of Jean La-whatever seemed like a very crazy thing to do. I wanted to forget my father was dead. Both my parents were gone and now I was alone. Well technically I wasn’t alone because I had my aunts and uncles, but I felt alone because they were many years, decades older than me. All of them except my aunt were money-hungry twits. My friends were going off to college and because I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I was still figuring it out at twenty-three. Tonight being reckless seemed like a good idea.
When I jerked my hands out from under my frilly black funeral dress and clamped my hands against the cold marble of the grave I was sitting on, I wasn’t sure what I’d see. I didn’t expect anyone to be there in the cemetery. I just prayed a zombie had not heard my moans of desire. I wasn’t that nuts, not yet. I gathered my skirt up and tucked it under my legs. It was a hot night in August, so there was no threat of my catching a cold.
“Why we have a virgin witch here,” the voice said. “Welcome.”
There was a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach I couldn’t deny when I saw the man smiling at me from the end of the tomb. I couldn’t believe such a gorgeous man was standing before me. No one looked like that in Orleans Parish, alive or dead I surmised. Half-heartily I had expected a zombie with half his face missing or a werewolf with glowing gold eyes to jump out and glare at me. Those were my ideas of supernatural creatures. It was the way my father had described them in her books. “Those creatures are not to be thought of as romantic. Don’t succumb to their charms,” he had told me long ago like one was going to pop out of her horror series and sneak into my bedroom.
Suddenly Father’s words made sense and I felt my body respond to this man before me with a pulling sensation of unbelievable strength.
“I’m not a witch,” I muttered once I finally found my voice.
Suddenly the moon shone upon us like a spotlight finding its direction and I was able to take in every bit of his handsome features. I’m sure my mouth dropped open while I studied him because I failed to utter another word. He was tanned and muscular. His long-sleeve black shirt hung open, exposing his six-pack chest. A gold chain hung from his neck, twenty-four or thirty inches long and laid just below his amazing pectoral muscles. The necklace glimmered in the moonlight and I was fascinated to see the man wore a gold Ankh at the end of his necklace.
He ran his hands through his shortly cropped wavy black hair and scratched his scruffy beard, obviously waiting for me to respond in some fashion.
I thought of many scenarios such as leaping off the grave and racing to my car, or asking the man if he was lost and directing him to a grave for a passed loved one, or simply feasting my eyes upon the man and remembering he was probably a hallucination from the wine. He would make an incredibly delicious visual for my pleasure. My aunt had insisted I take a few tranquilizers to steady my nerves at the funeral, so I’m sure the delicious man standing before me was nothing more than a compilation of all of that.
“Christ, I’m drunk,” I mumbled as I sloshed down the remaining white Zinfandel in my wine glass. I tossed the glass into the air, hearing it crash some yards away. I dismissed the stranger and decided to make the grave of Jean LaFafa, whoever he was, my midnight bed. I laid out on the cold marble, crossed my legs, performed the motions of crossing my heart like I was some Catholic priest about to forgive me of all my sins, hoped to die blessed and cleansed, and placed my hands over my chest like Dracula. I closed my eyes tight. Now wasn’t the time to remember that my father’s bowgun was in my car, and not in my hand. In the morning, I’d see things more clearly and realize no stranger had just spoken to me. It was easier to pretend no one was there than to deal with some whacked out issue I couldn’t begin to imagine. I could resume touching myself once I felt the presence vanished.
“You find me attractive, don’t you?”
The man’s deep, sexy voice jolted my eyes open. The moon’s gaze had moved on and I struggled to see in the dark.
“Who’s there?” I whispered. Preparing for spending a night in the cemetery had not gone that well. I had simply brought two bottles of wines of wine and a glass, one bottle that I had already polished off and the other I had left somewhere in the green grass below the above ground grave. The essentials like a flashlight, mace, a whistle, along with my father’s bowgun remained in my car.
“You’re sitting on me.”
“I’m perched above you, witch, not sitting. You’ll know when I’m touching you.”
“Then this is your hovering stance or mood,” I asked the presence.
He laughed, low and seductive. “Yes, I suppose it is. I can levitate too. Shall I show you?” he asked.
“Maybe later,” I snapped. I rolled over into a fetal position on the marble, hoping he’d go away. I didn’t know what else to do.
“If you’re a virgin witch, I can solve your problem, my sweet. It’ll be my gift to you.”
I jerked up again, this time very annoyed with the voice in the darkness. “Get out of here or I’ll call the police.”
“Oh really?” he laughed again. “You have your cell phone on you? I doubt that little black dress has pockets.”
Shit, I thought. He was right. My cell phone was in the car too. I cursed under my breath.
“Virgins shouldn’t curse,” he stated flatly as he climbed up on the tombstone.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you beast!” I yelled.
As he invaded my space, he gently ran his fingers across the side of my face. The moon’s rays returned and flooded his face. I gasped. He had dark brown eyes, angular features, a perfectly shaped nose and square jaw. He was breathtaking. Letting his gaze penetrate mine, he stared at me and released his fangs.
I froze, unable to resist his sexual magnetism. “I’m not a virgin or a witch,” I squeaked.
“Yes, you keep saying that. But it’s not true, Eva. You are one in a million and I’m here to save you.”
He pulled me into his arms. “I promise to be gentle.” He lowered his head and kissed the inside of my neck. Quickly I felt the sharp edge of his fangs tracing the places where he had kissed me as his hands explored my breasts and waist. Gently he ran his fangs along the contours of my shoulders and chest.
Shivers of warm ecstasy rippled through me.
I moaned as his large hands found my neck. He tugged lightly on my hair as he plunged his hands into the cascades of my long curly black hair. My neck extended upwards and I was forced to meet his gaze. I was held captive in his embrace. His hand held me powerless as he gripped the back of my neck.
“Get the fuck off of me, you freak!”
“You have a lovely dirty little mouth, my sweet.” His fingers of his free hand laced around strands of my hair as it cascaded over the contours of my firm breasts. He squeezed one of the nipples hard through the bodice of my taffeta dress.
A low moan slipped past my lips. “Get…away…from…,” I didn’t finish my sentence because his lips found mine.
He drove his tongue into my mouth, circling and darting his tongue around mine. His hot breath seared my face. He swept his moist tongue over my lips, and then kissed me deeply again. A wave of bliss spread through me. He paused for a moment, gazing at me, perhaps searching my eyes for a reaction. I was stunned, but amazed. I could see the passion surfacing in his eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned.
Then he covered my mouth hungrily again. His deep kisses sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl, igniting my pussy in unimaginable delights.
“You may be a virgin, but you’re an experienced one. No?”
I felt my cheeks blush as he kissed the top of my head. He pulled away suddenly. “I’m so sorry about all of this, but we have no choice.” He all but glared at my throat. Possessively. Hungrily.
“Who are you?” I gasped, running my fingers over my lips that had been so pleasantly violated.
His disposition startled me. A muscle flicked angrily in his jaw. “Your salvation. My name is Sebastian and I’m a vampire. I plan to take you, here on this very surface. Do you disapprove?”
He yanked off his black shirt and I watched it fall to the ground. I heard him unzipping his jeans and I knew he spoke the truth. This man planned to have his way with me. I had to figure a way out of this. Through the fuzzy delirium of wine and drugs, my brain struggled to find an escape plan until I saw his cock.
This excerpt is from “The Vampire’s Pleasure” soon to be released in an anthology called “Pleasures Under the Moon.”
Please note all the ebooks shown here are Free for you to download. Some of the authors below will be in the anthology.
Darlings of Darkness – Free at Amazon
A star-studded anthology of thrilling, action-packed and totally swoon-worthy first books from ten different vampire series by your favorite women authors including Ally Thomas, Chrissy Peebles, Kristen Middleton, Suzy Turner, S.J. Wright, Trina M. Lee, W.J. May, Dale Mayer, K.C. Blake, and Claire Farrell. (Cover Design by Cora Graphics)
Young Adult Romance
For some, love begins when you least expect it. For Elana, falling in love begins in Hell. When twenty-one-year-old Elana is kidnapped and finds herself in Hell of all places, she discovers something unique in her ancestry. She’s a werewolf and she’s fallen in love with someone unexpectedly Dante, the young demon who agrees to help her escape.
The Civil War took Sonja Brooks’ husband and left her alone. Unprotected and scared, she runs headlong into a life changing event when she’s attacked by a pack of wolves. Her fate as a werewolf is sealed. When she stumbles upon Ty Loflin, a Rebel solider dying of his wounds, she nurses him back to health. He’s the perfect mate, but will he want her once he knows the truth?
In this sample at 7,000 words, Catherine Wolffe weaves a new blend of western romance with paranormal elements involving werewolves and vampires. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)
Rayea isn’t daddy’s little girl, even if he is the most powerful fallen angel around. He wants her to take an active role in the family business. But she’s not interested in his schemes for world domination. Instead she wants to spend her time shopping on the Internet, rescuing humans from a horrific eternity, and practicing martial arts with her seven foot hellhound. Then one day everything changes.
Please note that this sample (as of May 2013) includes both Part 1 and Part 2 – A Vampire Among Angels. (Cover Design by Cora Graphics)
Caroline, a werewolf and princess of the Golden realm, has discovered a new love in her vampire captor. She’s willing to risk everything, even her life, to prove to him she loves him and has forsaken all others including her family and her pack.
Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as Randi Fang explores this subject with her first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom Randi calls simply Rose. Rose has a chance encounter with an actor who plays a vampire and discovers he’s “into” being bitten.
An excerpt to the next short story, Tasted (Erotic Vampire Confessions #2) is included. (Cover Design by Ally Thomas)
Samson’s Lovely Mortal (Scanguards Vampires #1) – Free at Amazon
Vampire bachelor Samson can’t get it up anymore. Not even his shrink can help him. That changes when the lovely mortal auditor Delilah tumbles into his arms after a seemingly random attack. Suddenly there’s nothing wrong with his hydraulics – that is, as long as Delilah is the woman in his arms.
His scruples about taking Delilah to bed vanish when his shrink suggests it’s the only way to cure his problem. Thinking all he needs is one night with her, Samson indulges in a night of pleasure and passion.
However, another attack on Delilah and a dead body later, and Samson has his hands full: not only with trying to hide the fact he’s a vampire, but also with finding out what secrets Delilah harbors for somebody to want her harm.
Covet (V.E.T Vampire Romance Series Book 1) by Felicity Heaton – Free at Amazon
Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.
Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.
When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilah’s master keep them apart forever?
Today I’m featuring guys who play vampires for my Manday Monday Hotties Hop.
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My ebook, Desire is now FREE on Smashwords and Amazon. I thought today I’d share two excerpts with you and give you the download links. Happy early Halloween, everyone! ~randi
Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) begins as she explores this subject with her first vampire to interview, a fan of the fang whom Randi calls simply Rose. “Desire” is 8,100 words.
FIRST EXCERPT from Desire:
My first interview is with a vampire we will call ‘Rose.’ I’m not going to ‘out’ her and tell you who she is. You may have read her blog because, like me, she is online a lot and she loves to write or blog I guess. If you haven’t read my blog, I can tell you her father was demon, one of the seven Princes of Hell actually and he turned her. Soon after their relationship ended badly. Probably because she ripped his heart out. Literally. We vampires tend to have an issue with anger management.
She doesn’t have a loving relationship with her family. Even before killing her father, she was the outcast. Her friends, human and vampire alike, have become the people she cares about. Her real family. Our first interview is below.
Interview by Randi Fang with ‘Rose,’ blogger, vampire, lover of mankind. Recorded September 15, 2011 at a café in Union Square, San Francisco, CA.
Me: Hi Rose, thanks so much for joining me for this interview. I really appreciate your being available. You’re very kind to open up your busy schedule for me.
Rose arched an eyebrow at me and did that infamous clicking noise with her teeth.
Rose: What are you talking about? I see you all the time. Why are you acting like we don’t know each other?
Me: I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. Have you thought about what I asked you to do?
Rose: Coming up with a few confessions I can share with your readers?
Rose: I have actually. I have one to tell you about really. A juicy one. I hope this is what you are looking for. It’s not too freaky. You said to not start with anything freaky, right?
Me: That’s right. That sounds great! But just one? I thought you’d have more than that.
Politely I smile at Rose as I notice her green eyes sparkle brilliantly in the low light setting of the cafe. I arrived early and found a table for us in the back away from the holiday crowds.
Rose nodded and dipped her finger in the cup of green tea sitting before her. I motioned to a waiter and pointed at my empty cup of soda.
Rose: I wasn’t sure what I wanted to tell you at first, so I thought one would work for now. I can give you more later. You know? So what are we supposed to do here?
Me: You talk and I’ll record. I may ask you a question or two here or there, but I don’t want to interrupt you to break the flow of the story. Okay?
Rose’s green eyes grew lazy as she studied me. Hastily she dried off her index finger and reached for her iPhone when a text message came in.
Rose: Just a second.
She pushed up the sleeves of her long black fitted knit top. I noticed the skull image on the front of the shirt looked oddly out of proportion. Rose is a very attractive lady, even though she doesn’t spend a lot of time on fixing herself up. It’s a natural sort of beauty, high cheekbones, full lips, a little button nose, long shiny black hair, and a toned physique held in a slender frame for her 5’ 9” height. I surmised to look away before I become more envious. If she was bi-curious at all, I’d invite her to some of my events, but I knew better than to bring it up. Rose loved the cock. Period.
I glanced up at Rose as she held a hand in front of me, staring at her phone as her thumb blurs in motion. I flipped through my notebook hoping to pretend I was looking at my questions instead of her beauty.
The waiter brought me a fresh soda and I noticed Rose’s attention shifted to the table.
Rose: How can you drink that stuff? It looks nasty and it hisses.
Me: How can you drink blood tea?
I pointed to the greenish yellow liquid in her cup.
Me: My beverage looks weirder than that?
She rolled her eyes at me, a gesture I have seen on more than one occasion. Briefly she nodded and ignored me as she resumed playing with her phone. I waited for her to respond to a few more text messages and emails. Then I took my life in my own hands. The legends about Rose being a vampire who had tasted angel and god blood intrigued me. I knew she was far more powerful than I’d ever hope to be, but as our interviews began I had to test the boundaries I had with her.
Me: You’re going to have to turn that off. I need your full attention.
I raised a knowing eyebrow at her and let a devilish grin cross my face.
She shook a finger at me and I bit my lip briefly when I witness the length of her long nail. It reminded me of a hawk’s talon. My fangs are not nearly as long or impressive, but I pressed my luck a little further.
Rose: Nice try. I’ll mute it. That’s the best I can do. If I miss one task from my superiors, there will be Hell to pay. You get me?
Me: Fair enough. I thought it was worth a try.
I smiled at her without letting my eyes engage hers and realized that this interview was going to be a tough one with distractions. Getting the first story would have to be enough for now. Rose was a very complicated vampire, one who thought she was out to save the world, a mission I would never want to assume.
She sensed my concern immediately and patted me on the hand, knowing I’ll like it.
Rose: Pussycat, I wrote everything down. You can sit there and sip your fizzy drink and just listen. How’s that?
I relaxed, putting the heels of my black leather books on the rung of the chair next to her, and pushed the Record button on my device.
Rose: I hope it’s okay. I decided to change the players’ names. So I wouldn’t be discovered. Is that fine?
I nodded ‘yes,’ and then raised the cold soda to my lips. Rose was the James Bond of all vampires. I knew better than to disagree with her on even the slightest issue.
Rose: After our talk the other day about what makes us, vampires tick, I think I have to agree with you. It’s blood and sex. Either is on my mind every minute of the day unless someone is trying to kill me or harm a friend of mine. So that’s what this first story is about. Does that work for you?
Again I nodded approvingly.
SECOND EXCERPT from Desire: – FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY
Sometime this past summer, I was hanging out with my best friend when I happened to meet Adam Tyler who plays the vampire, Ray Mason in the popular TV show, Blood Realm. Think tall, dark, handsome, and, at the same time, incredibly witty, sexy, and charming. That’s Adam. Here’s how my first meeting started off. I wrote it up as a story. Let me read it to you.
“Stalking fan, that’s it, Adam. I’m a stalker. There we go.”
“So you do know who I am!” His white teeth glistened as he gave me a wide self-assured grin in the dim lighting. He leaned against the brickwall near me. His cherry red t-shirt clinged to his chest and his dark jeans seemed to be fitted around his muscular legs. It startled me when I realized Adam was closer to my height of 5’8”. I didn’t have to look up at him. It was a wonderful, yet easy fit. Even in the darkness, he was a vision. Lisa had referred to Adam as ‘sex on a stick incarnate.’ And tonight I could definitely say it was a true statement.
Instantly images of paparazzi photos of him flashed before my eyes. Lisa was in the habit of emailing or texting me photos of him where fans had outlined his large package. Did he really have as big a cock as she and others claimed? It made a girl wonder, and there was only one way to find out.
The minute he was within my grasp, I snuggled my face into his neck and held him in my arms. I stroked the fabric of his shirt sleeve, feeling the tightness of his muscles. “I don’t make a great stalker, do I?”
“The fangs help, but I don’t think I’m buying you that book now.” He moaned as I responded by slipping my hands downwards along his waist, running one of my nails under his shirt and around his belly button. Casually he stretched his long legs before me.
“I want that book,” I said. “I just thought wearing fangs would certainly set me apart from the others in the park, you know?” I continued to breathe slowly, making sure I sounded cool and confident. “You noticed me, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh,” he whispered. His breaths rapidly hit the side of my neck as he leaned into me and I knew I’d come in a heartbeat if he touched me down there. I was extremely wet.
Suddenly jerking away from me, I saw the concern in his face. “You must think I’m awful. I don’t normally do this. Rush after people.”
“But you fuck your fans in alleys?” I giggled as I paused waiting to pop open the top button on his jeans.
A devilish smile crossed his face. “No, of course not. I thought I was saving you. You looked upset when you bolted out of there. Are you okay?”
“I’m much better now,” I replied and unzipped his jeans. His erection was busting at the seams and his cock unceremoniously fell into my hands. Oh my, I thought. Lisa and her friends’ theory was correct. Could I really do this?
Special note: Ally Thomas did my cover. Learn more about Cover Designs by Ally Thomas.
If you liked the guy in the Red shirt, that’s Aidan Turner. See more pics of him at SexyAidanTuner on Facebook.
Shane O’Neill is the writer of The Dracula Chronicles, a new and exciting series adding a new dimension to the Dracula myth. He has begun the series with Chronicle 3 to give his readers the vampire first. Chronicle 1 will follow to take you back to the beginning.
The author developed a fascination with Dracula from an early age. Like many others he was enthralled by Christopher Lee’s portrayal of him on the big screen. It was in his late teens that he discovered Dracula the man and the love affair began from there. An avid historian, he studied the period in which the real historical Vlad Dracula lived, 15th Century Balkan, for many years. It followed from there then that with his love of writing he would always choose Dracula as his subject.
Away from writing, the author has a wide range of interests. He has lived and travelled all over the world. He has a love for all things historical, with a particular fascination for medieval Europe. Anywhere he travels he likes to search out locations with an historical interest.
Read our interview below and be sure to check out the excerpt too! I’d like to thank Shane for being on my blog!
What is your book about and what genre are you writing in?
On retail sites I have labelled it a Gothic horror novel, but it is so much more than that. The book is an historical adventure it is a romantic tragedy, a paranormal fantasy with a lot of serious erotica.
The Dracula Chronicles are an epic journey through the ages where the forces of Light and Darkness struggle for supremacy until the Second Great War, as foretold in the Book of Revelations. This bitter feud began after the creation of mankind. Lucifer’s jealousy leads to the First Great War of the angels. Hundreds of thousands of years on the feud simmers beneath the surface. It plots the course of history as we know it today. Both sides manipulate the major players through the centuries to seek an advantage over the other.
On a cold night in December 1431 in Sighisoara an old gypsy woman delivers a prophecy to the great Vlad Dracul. She tells him he is about to sire two sons, one an angel and the other a devil. He returns to his fortress just as his wife bears him a son, whom he names Vlad. In the very same moment across the country on the border between Transylvania and Hungary a gypsy girl gives birth to another son, Andrei. The die is cast. The twin souls are born. The young Vlad Dracula becomes the instrument of the forces of Darkness. To balance this, the baby Andrei is blessed by the angels and bestowed with awesome powers. These chronicles are their story.
That is the overview essentially, but people who read the books will see there is so much more to the series.
I needed a title that was relevant to a vampire novel. And because it is Lucifer that makes Dracula immortal, binding them together through the act, I thought Bound By Blood would be perfect.
What motivates you to write?
Writing is what I have always wanted to do. I have not always dedicated myself fully to it, but I know now it is my vocation in life. With The Dracula Chronicles I have created this amazing world, and am desperate to share it with everyone, so they can see the same things that exist in my mind. But it does not end there. I have multitudes of stories and ideas to share and get out to a wider audience. This is what inspires me. But I want to convey it all in a way that people can feel inside, and be either shocked or moved by it. That is essential to me in all that I do as a writer.
Do you have a specific writing style or approach to writing your books?
Yes, definitely. In my younger days, and even in my earlier drafts of my books, I used to write sprawling prose and very long sentences. Whereas I felt some people would like and appreciate that, I thought that the majority would not. I wanted to write in a way that would hold appeal for everyone, knowing different people have different levels of literacy and different levels of interest. I wanted to reach people who speak English as a second language and maybe even people who read very little or even not at all. Therefore, I completely changed my style. I focused on making my work much more concise and trimmed it down considerably. I took out longer words and substituted words that are easier to understand, I shortened my sentences noticeably and concentrated on fluidity and readability. I made it my goal to have something on every page to keep my reader interested so that when I delivered a shock, they would feel it.
What were the challenges (research, psychological and logistical) in bringing it to life?
Well, as a lover of history my biggest fear was to make an error with my historical content and be pulled up on it by an expert in the field. Therefore, I have had to be meticulous with my preparation to ensure I got it right. And then to maintain historical accuracy around my premise threw a few obstacles my way that I had to negotiate. I also wanted to create a fresh Dracula legend that lovers of vampire lore would like and admire and that was uppermost in my mind as I put this project together.
What are your current projects?
Following the release of Bound By Blood there will be a series of horror shorts and then an anthology called Tales Of The Black Sabbath, which will have variant endings from the originals.
The next volume from The Dracula Chronicles – The Gates Of Babylon – will surface in 2013.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Sure, I would love to though I will cut it off before the best part. The scene comes from Chapter 58 – It is 1528 and Dracula has sent his granddaughter to meet with Anne Boleyn at her residence outside London, to convince her to warm to the advances of Henry.
When the guard sloped off to relieve himself she stole inside. She closed the door quietly and walked into the house. Anne had just stepped out of a bathtub. The two of them froze. It was an awkward moment. Ruxandra found herself staring at the naked girl.
Anne stood there without a care in the world. Suds dropped from her breasts and onto her stomach. She did not speak, but looked the stranger in the eye. The look on her face betrayed her thoughts. Her expression said, “What are you looking at?”
Ruxandra fell victim to a fit of laughter. It prompted Anne to do the same. She answered the younger woman’s thought. “I was looking at you.”
Anne looked puzzled. “Did I say that out loud?”
“I can see why the King is so taken by you. Who would not be? You are a dish.”
“Why, thank you,” Anne smiled. “I am glad I meet with your approval.”
“I am only telling you what I see.”
“Are you looking to have your way with me as well?” she teased. “Do you want to do all manner of wicked things to me, just like the King?”
Anne waited, curious as to the response her question would yield. Ruxandra just blushed. She dismissed it with a smile.
“That is a yes then, is it?” asked Anne, not letting go.
“It was not,” Ruxandra assured her. “I was a little surprised. That is all.”
“No woman has ever tried to flirt with me before.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe.”
Ruxandra laughed again, though this was more of a nervous one. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, you really are quite the beauty. I am not sure if I have ever seen a woman as beautiful before. Not in this country at least.”
She blushed even harder. “Oh stop. That is silly talk.”
Anne shrugged her shoulders. “Fine. But if you think I look good, you should take a look at yourself.”
She toyed with one of her nipples, as she spoke. Ruxandra watched her for a moment and then turned her head away again. Anne showed no desire to conceal her nakedness or to dry herself off with a towel. “Why did you turn your head?”
Ruxandra found it hard to breathe for a moment. “So I cannot see what it is you are doing.”
“Does it excite you?” Anne probed. “Knowing that another woman finds you desirable? An attractive one such as myself no less.”
The truth was that it did excite her. It embarrassed her that the advances of another woman could make her feel like this. She sighed and turned to face Anne again. This was not why she was here.
It annoyed Anne that the woman did not respond to her question. She began to wonder why she was there at all. Who is she? She stepped back into the tub. How did she even get in here? Where is the guard? The bubbles reached up to her neck as she lay back. “So why are you here?”
Anne sat and waited for her to answer. She began to wonder if her visitor was prepared to satisfy any of her curiosities.
Ruxandra walked up to the tub. She leant against it with both hands. “I have come here to talk to you about your future.”
“Why do you have an interest in my future?”
“There are many that do.”
“And that includes you too?”
“Yes it does.”
Anne grinned at her. “Then you had better climb in,” she said. She indicated with a nod of her head to the spot in front of her.
“You want me to climb in there with you?”
She nodded with a smile. “That is if you want me to talk to you.”
Her visitor looked down at her. Anne sat there with her knees together and a smile still etched across her face. Ruxandra paused and wondered what to do. She looked down at Anne a second time, fighting the temptation to get involved with her. But at the same time she felt aroused. The first traces of moisture leaked from between her legs.
She took a deep breath. Biting her lower lip, she undressed slowly. Anne gasped when she saw her naked. The woman had the most perfect body she had ever seen. Her smile changed to a look of wonder, as her lips parted. There and then she knew she wanted her.
This was not lost on Ruxandra. She held Anne’s eyes with her own and placed one foot into the tub. The water still felt warm. She pulled her other leg over and then sat down opposite the English girl.
There was not much room in the tub with the two of them inside it. Ruxandra had the much longer legs. For her it was even more awkward. To be able to relax properly she knew she would have to place her legs over Anne’s. She did this. The action brought the two women much closer together.
For a time the women looked into each other’s eyes. They did not speak. Both of them just sat and enjoyed the moment. A great excitement raced through them. Eventually Anne picked up a cloth from beneath her legs. She squeezed the warm soapy water over Ruxandra’s breasts. Ruxandra found the sensation electrifying. She closed her eyes and groaned. The warm water washed over her nipples, making them tender, but erect.
She trembled slightly. Her every instinct told her Anne was going to kiss her. But she wanted her to. She waited with expectation until Anne brushed against her lips with her own. When the moment came it touched every delicate nerve in her body. She responded hungrily, pulling Anne close in the most intimate embrace. Their lips melted into one longing kiss.
Their tongues touched. It triggered the same ache in both women. Without a word they left the tub and rolled onto the bed nearby.
Where Paranormal and Romance Collide
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