Originally published April 12, 2010 for VampChix
Thanks, Michele, for inviting me to VampChix today!
I love alpha males, heroes that leap off the page. But I never wanted to write a vampire story.
Vampires scare me. Always have, since I snuck into my older
brother’s room and a book cover of Dracula sent me scampering back out. Dark
places and things that go bump in the night scare me. Death scares me, having
dealt with it too early.
Oh, and blood. I get faint at needles and blood; it doesn’t even
have to be my own. Don’t make me tell the story of when my son broke his arm
and we took him to the emergency room. It’s embarrassing.
But I write vampire romances. Why?
In her interviews Michele asks five wonderful
thought-provoking rapid-fire questions. Three that interest me especially are
light/dark, neck/bag, dead/undead. Overwhelmingly the responses are dark, neck,
undead.
Michele’s questions gave me the key. Vampires are all about
dark. It’s their natural habitat, to the point that daylight is a threat. They’re
all about blood, to the point that they consume it.
And vampires are all about death—are in fact about beating
it, about going through death and coming out undead on the other side.
That’s why I write about them, why they fascinate me. Vampires
aren’t afraid of the things that scare me. They’re not afraid of blood and
death. They’re not afraid of things that go bump in the night—because they are the things that go bump in the
night.
Vampires have no fear of dark and blood and death—more, they
thrive on them. They’re beyond fear
because they’ve conquered it—the ultimate hero material.
What’s your preference? Light/dark? Neck/bag? Dead/undead?
He’s a candy box of
sex appeal wrapped with a golden bow. She’s on a diet.
Blood, sex, violence. Blood, okay, but
computer geek Liese Schmetterling had enough S&V when her cheating ex fired
her. Now security expert—and lip-smacking gorgeous—Logan Steel saunters into
her Blood Center, setting fire to her libido. And threatening her job.
Visions of pink slips dancing in her head,
Liese tries to push Logan away without touching his jutting pecs…or ridged abs.
Or petting the Vesuvius in his jeans. He’s hiding something, but it doesn’t
seem to matter when his smiles stun her, his kisses crank her to broiling and
his bites rocket her to heaven. Fangy bites which, if she weren’t grounded in
science, would make her think ampire-Vay.
Centuries old and tragedy-scarred, Logan’s
mission is to fortify the Blood Center’s electronic defenses against his
nemesis, the leader of a rogue vampire gang. He’s ready for battle but not for
Liese, who slips under his skin, laughs at his awful puns, charges beside him
into dark, scary places—and tastes like his true love.
No matter how often Logan declares his
love, Liese can’t bring herself to trust him. But when his archenemy comes
after her, not trusting him may cost her life...
Warning: contains explicit vampire sex
involving absurdly large male equipment (hey, they’re monsters), unbelievable
stamina (just how long can he stay underwater in a hot tub?), hide-your-eyes
violence and horrendously bad puns. And, just when you think it can’t get any
worse, a computer geekette trying to play Mata Hari.
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Read an excerpt at MaryHughesBooks.com.
See the trailer at YouTube!
See the trailer at YouTube!
Mary Hughes is a computer consultant, professional
musician, and writer. At various points in her life she has taught Taekwondo,
worked in the insurance industry, and studied religion. She is intensely
interested in the origins of the universe. She has a wonderful husband (though
happily-ever-after takes a lot of hard work) and two great kids. But she thinks
that with all the advances in modern medicine, childbirth should be a lot less
messy.
To learn more about Mary Hughes, please
visit www.maryhughesbooks.com.
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