I’m probably one of the most squeamish people you’d ever
meet. If there was a zombie apocalypse tomorrow, I’d be the one you’d find
quivering in terror under the table. I was a teen before I stopped feeling
faint at the sight of blood and as for spiders – well forget it :-)
And yet I’ve always been drawn to the dark side. It’s a
strange thing. I remember as a young teen staying up late, after everyone else
had gone to bed, and watching Hammer Horrors on the telly. The lights would be
off and I would scare myself into a stupor watching Christopher Lee and Peter
Cushing on the small screen. My heart would thump in terror as I tiptoed off to
bed at an unearthly hour, convinced a vampire was going to loom from the
shadows and do unspeakable things to me.
While I don’t remember actually thinking vampires back then
were hot and sexy, there was undoubtedly a thread of naughtiness weaving its
way through my overheated imagination. Necking took on a whole new meaning to
me. I’m not sure whether this was a good or bad thing :-)
I read Bram Stoker’s Dracula when I was about eleven,
round about the same time as I first read Wuthering
Heights. With dark, twisted
heroes, Gothic melodrama and swirling undercurrents of lust and vengeance, I
was in raptures. It wasn’t until many years later I knew something had been
missing from my Hammers and my books.
A Happily Ever After.
Fortunately the rise of paranormal romance ensured I could
not only get my fix of dark love and morally ambiguous heroes, but we’d also be
sure of the hero and heroine actually ending up together.
And this leads me onto my latest release – a dark vampire
romance with a hero who long ago discarded his honor and conscience. Or so he
thinks…
Blurb
Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport.
He is drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey
his commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to
keep her to warm his bed.
Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never
mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to
forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms.
Neither one can deny the pull of the other, but there
is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can put a name to. The past
and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death
will triumph once more.
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I have an e-copy of BLOODLUST DENIED to giveaway to one
lucky commenter on this post! Just leave a comment or let me know one of your
favorite scary memories involving a vampire from a book or movie. Or real life…
The contest is open until Sunday night Australia
time, when I will pick a winner and post here on the DSDU blog on Monday.
