Suppose you meet a vampire at a party, and you know
he's one of the undead. Now suppose he asks you for a date. Would you say
(1) I never date vampires, (2) Let me think about it, or (3) Your place or
Within the last few decades, vampires have been
portrayed as real sex symbols, handsome and debonair. But it wasn't always
so. Centuries ago, people actually believed in vampires, creatures shown to
be ugly and desiccated. In eastern Europe, especially, people dug up graves
of anyone suspected of being one of the undead and drove a stake through the
heart or burned the corpse.
All of that changed with the publication of Bram
Stoker's "Dracula" in 1897. Now the vampire was portrayed as being more, well,
human. At the time of its publication, "Dracula' didn't garner the fame
that later years brought to the novel. Yet Stoker's novel set the standard
for vampires that would last for years.
With Anne Rice's publication of "Interview with a
Vampire" the bloodsucker underwent yet another incarnation, this time as a
troubled, introspective hero. And since then, we have seen an absolute
plethora of novels and movies centered around the undead. Now, we see the
vampire as a sexy, romantic hero, one any woman would die for.
In my contemporary vampire romance, "One More
Tomorrow" my heroine, Stephanie (Stevie) doesn't at first realize that the man
she has fallen in love with is a vampire. Imagine her shock when she finds out
what he is and that he's over one-thousand years old.
Here is a truncated version of Stevie's reaction
when she discovers that Galan, the man she loves, is a vampire.. . .
Galan sat down on the bed next to her, but she slid
away. "If only you knew how I wanted to tell you, how it hurt not to reveal
what I truly am."
"Yeah, I'll just bet that broke your heart."
"Dearest, you are breaking my heart now."
"You don't have a heart."
He nodded, pain and misery on his face. "My heart
is not like yours. But this much I tell you, and I beg you to believe
me. I never sought my vampirism. It was forced on my whilst I lay drugged
"And you expect me to believe that?"
"No matter, it's the truth."
She had to be by herself. It was all too much to
take. If what he said was true--and she had to take him at his word--what a
horrible burden to bear until the end of time.
She raised a finger to catch a tear sliding down
her cheek. "You'd better go now, leave me alone. And I think--" Her voice
caught. "--and I think it would be best if we stopped seeing each other."
"You need time to get used to the idea. I'll
call you later this week."
"No! You don't understand. This is
'goodby'. I don't want to see you again."
Destined to live only in darkness Galan must defeat the
evil Moloch to win the love of the mortal woman, Stephanie.
"--an enchanting book with the charm of a fairy tale and an ending that's
pure gold." Alma at Fallen Angel Reviews.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean that
Her face was flushed, her lips still
slightly parted as she looked up at him. “I know you didn’t,” she said, her voice
and her gaze steady. “I know you are going away again Ruairi, and I know there
won’t be a place for me in your life when you do but…but can’t we pretend it’s
not like that, just for today.”
At a complete loss for words, he stared
down at her. She was keeping whatever was going on inside her head to herself. All
he could see reflected in her wide grey eyes were his own feelings of desire
and frustration. It brought him to his senses and, his heart heavy, he shook
“You know it doesn’t work like that Maggie.
If we take today, then we’ll want tomorrow too, and the day after that.”
“And would that really be so terrible,” she
whispered, her face pale now, her body rigid in the circle of his arms.
A Few Lines From "A Knight For Love" by A.M.Westerling
“I am Warin de
said simply. He gestured with his chin to the fresh mound and
cross. “Your traveling companion is now in a better
mute in her
misery, the words slowly penetrating her mind. Traveling
companion. David. She
blinked hard, once, twice, against the tears, forcing them
back. She had no
time to cry anymore.
She sucked in a
breath. How rude the man must find her.
First she had hailed
him, now sorrow
over David’s death held her tongue. In truth, she hadn’t
expected the knight to
stop but he had. She opened her mouth to thank him and lifted
her gaze enough
to finally look him full in the face.
And froze, mouth
power. It emanated
from his every pore, permeating the area around him with a
tangible force she
could almost reach out and touch.
Might be interesting reading. And for those of you who are reading it and
thinking, I can't do anything fancy, it isn't saying that. Just that it fits
your writings, and that it is, well, professional looking.
This week enjoy a few lines from Books We Love author Jamie Hill’s novel, Family Honor.
He pulled a bigger knife from his pocket. “I know you’re gonna be whoever I want you to
be. I’m gonna call you ‘Mama’, and you’ll call me ‘Dickie’. If you don’t
like it, our little game will end a lot sooner. It’ll be disappointing
for me, but I can live with it.” He smiled. “Not sure you can.”
I'm not just an author, I'm an avid reader, and although
issues with my vision have slowed me down in both departments, when I find an
author I love and discover that reading that person's work helps me to enhance
my own novels, I can't pass up that opportunity. Besides, I love to be
entertained and this particular author has never disappointed me..
Don't be surprised that Rita Karnopp is that person, and one of the main
reasons I asked her to join me on my blog (Dishin' it Out). She knows the
importance of historical research, and even though we are fictional authors,
one thing we both know is that facts pertinent to the era and people about
which we write is vastly important and frequently scrutinized by historical
buffs. Besides, Rita is filled with wonderful ideas both for her novels
and her blogs. If I wasn't already a senior citizen, I'd want to be her
when I grow up, but that doesn't mean I can't still admire her talent and
aspire to reach the heights I feel she has.
I hated the realism shown through the persecution of a young
Gypsy girl and her family, learning through a well-researched novel, that the
Jewish people were far from the only ones who suffered at the hands of Hitler.
What I abhor the most is we still have these types of people, but
we call them bullies, politicians or terrorists. Will history repeat
itself? I certainly hope not, but it's true there are those out there who
hate us for our differences. This book is an eye-opener.
While I hated the subject matter of Gypsy Spirit, I have to
salute my favorite author for taking on such a difficult topic and putting
history into perspective through her story, research, and ability to create
characters who grab your heart and work their way into your soul. Kudos
again to Rita Karnopp for delivering another winner.
After Gypsy Spirit, be sure to read Book #2, Partisan Heart, and then Book
#3, Jewish Soul, of the Tango of Death Series . . . you won't be
disappointed you did. Ginger Simpson