So I’ve been on vacation for about a week and just as I return I realize that in just a few short days, my next book, a novella entitled “Sanguine Kiss,” will be coming out. Now I know, the subtitle of my blog has always been, “Curing the glitter rash one vampire at a time,” but ironically this will be my first release that involves vampires. It seems a bit strange to me to actually be publishing a story in a genre that was always my favorite as a reader. Up until recent years, I would seek out vampires in literature and movies with a rabid enthusiasm. What happened to dull my fascination, you ask? Well. It’s pretty simple. Twilight happened.
First off, I promise that I am NOT going to go off on Twlight again. My blog has been famous in the past for flogging the teenaged vampire porn and all its cousins, but this time I’m not going to give it the same treatment. I read all the books with morbid fascination. I admit to enjoying them. There, I said it. My biggest problem is the copycatting that has gone on since. We’ve kind of destroyed the vampire genre with doe-eyed, brooding heroes that lament their immortality and monstrous bloodlust. I had grown so tired of reading that same story over and over again that it just kind of turned me off of vampire novels period.
The good news is, my exasperation with the entire vampire genre has inspired me to write stories about vampires that I would like to read. Vampires that can be sexy and charming, but also be brutal killers. Vampires that relish their immortality and embrace their heightened existence. So I set out to write a story about that kind of vampire. “Sanguine Kiss” is the story of a vampire, Seth, who happens upon a suicidal woman. Instead of granting her wish and simply sucking her dry, he decides to make her his companion. The heroine, Gillian, is empowered by Seth’s gift rather than destroyed. It’s also damn sexy. I offer a small taste… no pun intended…
“Then you do fear death,” she rasped, moving her lips ever so gently against his
“I only fear not living.” He pushed his long, lithe fingers through her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss. She gasped for air, opening her mouth to take a breath only to be invaded by him. His tongue slipped along hers, tasting and teasing until all she could do was give herself up to it. He gripped the knot of her hair tightly in his fist, pulling her this way and that, exhausting her until she was drunk with the onslaught of his seduction. He felt her body relax, surrendering to him completely and he knew that if he was to taste of her blood that this was the opportune moment he’d been waiting for. She arched her back, letting her head fall limply to the side as if offering the bulging blue vein to him. He could feel his fangs, heavy and sore with the venom, lengthen in preparation to strike.
“I don’t remember how,” she whimpered.
“I can show you.” Sliding his arms around her, he pulled her into another embrace. This time she went willingly, melding her mouth to his and opening to him at once. Their tongues mingled and for a just a second, he could remember what it was like to be human. The rush of the blood that flooded to the extremities, the heart racing as if trying to keep up. Feeling like dying but wanting more and more. Gillian moaned softly, a small sound that only he could hear, as she squirmed, trying to get closer
to him. With a strong grip around her wrist, he pulled her into his lap, guiding her thighs to rest against his hips. He could feel the moist heat of her sex radiating through the worn denim jeans that wrapped around her like a second skin. His hands slid down her back to cup the curve of her ass and pull her tighter against him. Looking up into her face he could see the tears glistening on her cheeks. “I promise you’ll never despair again,” he whispered, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone. When he pulled it back, he showed her the wetness collected on the pad of his thumb. She blushed, crying again even as he was giving her hope, but he offered a warm smile. She watched as he rubbed his fingers together. “Ashes to ashes,” he whispered. “Dust to dust.” Her breath caught when the glittery diamond dust began to fall from his fingertips and light on the dark background of her sweater.
“What…how…?” she gasped, her mouth hanging agape. “What are you?”
He didn’t answer, but tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her down for another kiss. She did not protest, but responded eagerly even as his hands slid under her sweater to rest, cool and still on her flesh. “The one who’s going to fuck Jackson Garrett right out of your pretty little head,” he growled, running his hands over each breast, then cupping them firmly.
Sexy enough for ya? Yeah… me too. I love that Seth *fanning self*. “Sanguine Kiss” releases from Purple Sword Publications on Sept. 12th. It will be available through Purple Sword, Amazon, B&N, AllRomance eBooks and anywhere else that great eBooks are sold.