Hello, and welcome to our fortnightly "A Bite Of..."
Today, I'd like welcome the talented Christina Phillips with a bite of her book Bloodlust Denied.
Can you, in less than five words
describe your book Bloodlust Denied?
Vampire duke meets Maiden of Death
What inspired you to write it?
I first got the idea for this book four
years ago, when I read a submissions call from Ellora’s Cave for stories
connected to music. I instantly had this vision of a dark haired seductress
dancing to the haunting strains of a single violin in a London
...and here's the snippet!
This is the scene where the hero Alexius
first sees Morana.
The refined garden square of St James London
He turned into another dark alley, the stink of decay and
despair wrapping around him in an unwelcome caress of death. But threaded
through every beat of this misbegotten city her
scent throbbed, rich, vibrant. Closer.
So close he could taste the sweetness, savor the texture,
feel the thick luscious fluid as it pumped down his throat. Lust stirred deep
in his groin, thickening his shaft and the haunting melody of a single violin
scarcely penetrated the heavy thud of desire that pounded through his temples.
And then he saw her, captured in the flickering light of a
single lantern. Long black hair cascaded down her back and slender arms arched
above her head as her lithe body undulated to the exquisite strains of the
violin.
She appeared oblivious to her captivated audience, and
Alexius ignored the dozen or so drunken men gathered around her. They were of
no consequence. This woman was his, and he intended to have her.
The intricate crescendo sank into his brain, pounding in
tandem with escalating lust. The woman spun faster, heedless of the broken
cobblestones, heedless of his deadly intent. Focused only on her own pleasure
in the music, in the movement, in the sensuous cocoon she wove.
With dramatic flourish, the shadowy musician ended the solo,
the final note echoing through the dark alley like the call from a lover long
since forgotten. Yet still Alexius couldn’t move toward her, as if he was still
enchanted by the magic eroticism of her dance.
She flung back her head, her wild hair framing her face, and
looked directly at him. His heart, no longer a slumbering organ, slammed
against his ribs, pulses escalating.
He hadn’t felt so alive in millennia.
If you like the sound of this you can find Christina, and buy the book at the links below!
Thank you for sharing, Christina!
