Here’s a quote from my newest release, The Gateway. This is a great read, so if you haven’t, go check it out on Amazon! It’s probably one of my most darkest novels and a great page turning adventure for lovers of paranormal romance and horror. 🙂
Here is the cover art for my next release, The Gateway, which should be debuting this summer!
And, as an added bonus, head over to Amazon to download a copy of Nightwalkers’ Beginnings, which is free for today only!
The Gateway is a horror novel with a touch of romance. I don’t really like to call it the other way around, because horror seems to be the biggest theme.
And like my other demons, Apollo has a lot of vampire tendencies as well as hellish, ghoulish ones. He’s probably the most evil, badass villian I’ve ever created. The book pushes it as far as horror romance goes, so that’ll either be a good or bad thing for readers. We’ll see.
I’m also pleased I got the mirrors into the design, because Stella uses them a lot in the story. Okay, enough rambling about the book, you’ll have to read it to find out more, right?
And, check out the book’s info page to learn more about it you haven’t. Look out for the book trailer as well, which I’ll post later this week!
“Why would anyone want to read a love story with a vampire or villain as a central character?”
Now I won’t lie, I was asked this question in a not so nice way by someone. It’s was followed by a few snide remarks about readers who love these stories, as well as a poke at me for writing them.
But, this person isn’t alone in their opinion, and yes, it’s a he. They can’t understand why anyone would be attracted to vampires. And I got the dreaded question, “Would you like to be bitten by a vampire? Do you fantasize about stuff like that too?”
Now, I’m a published horror/romance writer, and I’ve gotten used to dealing with these kind of conversations. As a newbie writer, I’d shy away from the debate, but now bring it on haters lol. That wasn’t an actual initiation of a fight, but you get my point.
So….here comes my argument about “why vampires are attractive” from a romance writer who adores them.
Fiction is not REAL life. Just because someone is a huge fan of vampire/dark romances, doesn’t mean they want that in real life.
First, let’s look at the common recipe for romantic literature. There’s the handsome, rich, unattainable man that falls for the leading lady. Most of the time, she’s his weakness and he has a small quirk about him. In paranormal romances, this “quirk” is that he’s a vampire.
And I could care less if men think that’s a stupid fantasy, it’s what most women look for in a romance. I will never say all because as I said earlier, this is a general statement about romance.
And there’s something very attractive about that dangerously handsome, powerful, godly man that can be found in a lot of paranormal romances. There just is. Fictional vampires are sexy. And don’t get me started on those sexy, silver tongued, witty villains……
Butnotice I say “fictional”. I’m very attracted to men like that in stories, but in real life, I wouldn’t be. I’d have enough sense to stay away from a guy like that and almost always choose the good guy. And though we love to seek danger and drama in books/movies, for the most part, we’d never like to experience something so extreme in real life.
Vampires have been known to be silver tongued. Most of their prey are women. And damn….they know all the right things to say, and can read women well. Being wooed like that is a fantasy in itself.
Take my Calvin from Forever Mine, he’s the perfect example to use here. He’s a dangerous, murderous vampire, who loves the life he leads. But…take away the serial killer gene, and he’s stripped down to the classic type of man that I mentioned in point one.
And what’s so fun about the good, never wrong doing leading man? As a character he’s very boring, but a bad boy is much more fun…….
So, Calvin’s serial killing pastime is what makes him unattractive. This is where the question comes in and the bad boy, rule breaker side becomes an issue for some people. They think, “What the hell is attractive about a guy like that?”
You don’t know? Then, I’m going to tell you why….
He breaks the rules. He’s incredibly dangerous. He’s that forbidden fruit that looks so amazingly delicious but you’ve been told to stay away from him. Then, there’s that quirk given to him by most authors. He has soft spot for the woman he loves. He’s that lion that becomes a pussy cat in his love’s arms. Having that kind of power of a man who is otherwise all powerful would be a great feeling, right? A high even. And then there’s the attraction of the strong, protective alpha male….
Being young, forever beautiful, and standing at the side of your true love for all eternity. Sounds like the perfect dream, right? Well, vampires can give you that. Plus, they can make you a god and give you power over every one else.
So, that’s my argument. And I leave you with a final thought. Fiction is fiction. It’s not a reflection of life, it’s an escape into a world of danger, love, and drama we don’t want to/can’t pursue in our own lives.
But I’d like to hear some other thoughts on this debate. Why do you think vampires and villains are so attractive in books? Or are you on the opposite side and can’t understand the allure of them? I’d love to hear what you have to say so please leave a comment!
Waking up, I see nothingness ahead. With my sharp sense, I can feel my confinement. There is a hard surface at my back and a thick splintered surface lies inches from my nose. Though the exposed nails don’t touch me, I can feel their sharpness. Dull, yet stinging.
The steak driven into my flesh hasn’t ended me, though I wished it had. Splinters were left in it’s wake, embedded so deep that even if I live, they’ll still remain. Sharp, crisp and forever reminders of my sins.
Gritting my teeth, an incisor pierces my skin. The taste of my thick blood coats my tongue. Trails of crimson—a slow tear from my lips that shows what words cannot. Tasting this living flesh reminds me it’s not over. I’m not over.
Frantically, I claw as dirt is thrown upon my cage. My fingers bleed as splinters embed under my nails. I’m oblivious to the pain, but I swear I can feel the weight of the dirt. Heavy—stifling. It crushes my chest, forcing the breath from my lungs. The air I so desperately need escapes from my nostrils in quick huffs.
The darkness hides my exit, the hanging stench of moldy death enveloping me like a shroud. Screaming doesn’t help here, but I beg and shout until my throat’s dry. I’m cloaked in sweat. Cold, shivering and damp. Again I taste blood. Though it’s diluted, it’s still there. I’m still here. Here…
Dark. Damp. Confining.
Gasping, I begin to hyperventilate. A mighty scream escapes my lips, the sound muffled by the rotting wood that is my prison. The tick of passing seconds resound with the heavy pounding in my head.
With each tone the numbers get faster, my head dizzier. The world spins and I feel the end. I can’t breathe. I gasp, my mouth open wide. Death has come to devour me-to choke me until all that remains is an empty shell.
Then comes a tap, followed by the splintering of wood and shuffling of dirt. Moon light covers me, a rush of crisp night air blowing away the aging darkness that suffocated me. And there he was. His thick frame cradled by the faint light. A dark savior that has taken pity on this sinner.
In a deep voice, words spill from his grinning lips, “You’re alive.”