Please welcome author Mel Teshco today, whose debut in the Nocturne Bites line, HER DARK LORD, is available now at eHarlequin.com or any of your favorite online electronic book retailers. Mel would like to give away an electronic copy of this book to one lucky commenter today, so give her some love in the comments! [Winner will be announced Sunday.]
I love creating alpha men almost as much as I love dreaming up paranormal worlds. So I guess it stands to reason I love writing about vampires.
Who could resist a near invincible male character who is more dark than light, more brilliant than a dozen scholars and more unashamedly handsome than humanly possible? *sigh* (Not I!)
And what if this vampire hero’s only real vulnerability is the heroine?—nothing sexier than that, surely? Ah, except for those spicy love scenes! Give the heroine a dose of angst to add to the conflict and tension—and in my story, HER DARK LORD—a heroine who is focused almost exclusively on a very personal mission, and I’d like to think we really do have characters to enthral us.
In my fellow author Anna Hackett’s upcoming vampire bites, HUNTER’S SURRENDER, the hero’s vulnerability is also the heroine—except she’s the vampire. The hero is a battle scarred vampire hunter who finds himself seduced by his prey and looking beyond the monster to the traces of humanity beneath.
Perhaps that’s just some of the reasons why this paranormal phenomenon—and vampires in particular—has swept the reader world and showing no signs yet of toppling from its perch!
To celebrate the vampire phenomenon and the release of HER DARK LORD and HUNTER’S SURRENDER, Anna and I are giving away a different vampire short story (from Nocturne Bites) every week during March and April. So if you love vampires with bite (g), stop by our blogs (Mel's blog and Anna's blog) and share some favourite vampire facts for the chance to win!
I’m also giving away a copy of HER DARK LORD to a VampChix commentator.
When dhampir Kia Montana takes a man home, she isn’t looking for names or a relationship--she only wants someone who can satisfy her lust for both sex and blood. But Kia’s new mission is to find Sean Maximillus, Lord Vampire and the lone being capable of curing Kia’s mother. Kia thought she found the key to success with Ronan, a mysterious man who promises to take her to Maximillus…and who shares a carnal passion with Kia even bloodlust couldn't match.
But Ronan also seems to know too much about Kia…things she never told him. And as she is drawn deeper into Ronan’s world, he reveals secrets that will change Kia’s life forever….
Kia carefully emphasized the unusual green-gold shade of her eyes as she applied a coat of black mascara to her lashes. Capping the lid, she took one last look in the mirror.
Drop dead gorgeous? Yes. But only tonight had she truly been glad of her inherited looks.
Copper hair streaked with natural shades of amber and blonde fell halfway down her back. It swished against the bared skin along her spine where a designer, cherry-red gown with its plunging front and back V-neckline, showed off her curves.
None would ever guess that beneath the delicate woman lurked a monster, half-starved and restrained by the barest thread of steely determination. Just one sniff of human blood, one drop, and all her resolve could easily snap.
A pure vampire she was not, but her fundamental needs were just as fierce as any of the murderous purebreds. That she never killed in bloodlust, and her senses inherited from her surrogate, bloodsucker father were mostly unrivalled, seemed to be the only distinction.
But tonight wasn’t about her. Tonight, it was about her mother’s survival. It was as simple and harsh as that.
Kia’s hand trembled when she smeared crimson lipstick to the arch of her full lips. She couldn’t fail her mum now. Time was running out. A week, maybe two, was all Chantal had before illness claimed her.
Tossing the lipstick and mascara into her makeup clutch on the shiny, white-tiled sink, she took a deep breath before making her way to elevator just outside her room.
Her legs flooded with weakness as she stepped inside. When the doors swished apart some minutes later to find he was already waiting, she half-sagged against the mirrored wall behind her.
So tall and magnetic, he was positively arresting in his superbly cut suit the same hue as his midnight, short cropped hair. He stalked forward, and she raised her chin, meeting him in the foyer with a poise that would have done any actress proud.
His silver eyes held hers. “You came.”
“You thought I wouldn’t?”
He smiled, catching hold of the crook of her arm. A frisson of awareness, of anticipation, caught her unawares, but she regained control as he drew her toward the hotel’s ornate glass doors, which slid open as they approached.
“I had to consider it a possibility.”
Her stiletto heels clacked across the stone pavement leading away from the building. She glanced up. “But?”
“I believed you wouldn’t deny your destiny.”
“I believed you wouldn’t deny your destiny.”
A shiver tingled from her spine to her toes. “You say that based on what exactly?”
They stilled beside the wide asphalt road. His eyes, cold now but capable of such passion, glittered beneath a bright street lamp. He gave a careless shrug. “Instinct…sixth sense…a hunch.” He smirked. “Call it what you will.”
She glared at him. Neatly sidestepping an answer was her forte!
A black stretch limousine pulled up to the curb. A chauffeur jumped out and opened the back door with a flourish.
She ignored the driver. All her attention centered on the man who watched her so closely. “Who are you?”
He raised a black brow. “You ask me that now?”