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Originally published December 31, 2010 for Tina Donahue's Blog
“Ring in the New Year
with the explosively hot The Bite of
Silence!” *
*Joyfully Reviewed
Thanks, Tina, for having
me here today!
Ever been in Times Square
on New Year’s Eve? Maybe you’ve watched it on television. Did you feel the
excitement as the Ball descended at midnight, the crowd counting down the final
seconds?
What if killers were let
loose with the New Year?
I love exploring
characters in the extremes of action. In crisis mode, I really get a sense of the
stripped-down character, the pure essence of who they are. Even better, a
crisis shows the essences of supporting characters. Do they give aid or harm?
Do they help or get in the way?
That’s why I love Twyla
Tafel and her perfect foil Greek vampire Nikos in The Bite of Silence.
The Bite of
Silence
© 2009 Mary Hughes
Spartans do it with discipline.
Times Square on New Year's Eve. A
million partiers chanting the final seconds. This year, it's a countdown to
death.
My name is Twyla Tafel and I've
uncovered an insane plot to unleash berserk vampires on those unsuspecting
revelers. I have to stop it, armed only with my great admin skills, my useless
art degree—and Nikos, a severely hot vampire who I'd love to photograph as a
Spartan king roaring his muscular challenge at the Persians.
But Nikos has issues, if you know
what I mean. Roadblocks in his psyche that say stop when all I want is go-go-go.
See "severely hot", above.
Although if I finally break through
Nikos's reserve, I may get more than I bargained for. He's seriously big,
seriously built, and more than just a tad dominant. Still, it's time to push my
limits and find out who I really am, so I'm willing to try...I think. I'm sure.
I'm mostly sure. Until he starts stalking me with those sable bedroom eyes and
long, sharp fangs?!
Material Safety Warning: Contains
50% high-voltage sex by volume. 10g seriously hot Greek vampire, 4g curvy,
competent heroine, 7g explosive action and gritty language. Made on equipment
used to process snarky comments. Some light bondage may occur during handling.
Excerpt (Twyla and Nikos in New York. Twyla has just
discovered her cousin is in on the plot to unleash vampires in Times Square):
“I don’t know how
I’ll act in a crisis, if I’ll be up to it. I can guess, but you yourself said
that’s not knowing.”
Nikos released me,
saying simply, “I have faith.”
I jumped to my
feet, started pacing. “Take this crisis. What good am I? A compulsion device
that works by sound waves. I don’t even have the potential to solve that puzzle.
I couldn’t tell a whole note from an octave. What the hell is an octave
anyway?”
“It’s from ‘say’
to ‘see’ in the first line of ‘The Star Spangled Banner’.”
I ran the song in
my head. Felt the notes with my throat. “Ouch. That’s a leap.”
“Yes.”
“But see what I
mean? Here’s a crisis and circumstances or fate or whatever has put one of the
least appropriate people for the job in the hot seat. What if ‘circumstances’
never come together for me? What if I’m just a dud?”
“Twyla, love. We
need to go back to my hotel.”
I stopped pacing.
“Pity sex?”
He smiled. “No. I
must retrieve my patrol blade. And I think you’ll help me figure this out, but
only when your thoughts aren’t blocked.”
Wow, over a dozen
words, a veritable novel for the reserved Nikos. “Blocked by what?”
“By a belief that
everyone has more to contribute than you.” He guided me out. “A mistaken
belief.”
I checked the
shadows of the building for Klaus but saw nothing. As we slid into the limo, I
said, “A Spartan general, out unarmed? You must feel naked.”
“I have my public
blade.”
“Whatever that
means.”
In his hotel room,
seeing the xiphos and kopis laid side by side on his dresser, I
was smacked in the face with exactly what that meant. Twelve extra inches of
cold steel. I swallowed. “Guess you’re serious.”
Nikos pressed a
button on the shorter one, the xiphos. The double-edged leaf-like blade
retracted almost magically. He picked up the longer one, started to rub the
edges with a stone. His muscles worked steadily as he honed the wickedly curved
blade. “The only way to stop Klaus is to cut off his head.” He paused. “Twyla.
You have the heart of a warrior. But I don’t want you to watch that.”
“Don’t worry. I’m
not into overachievement.”
He just shook his head
and slid the kopis sword into its sheath in a quick, practiced motion.
Setting it next to the switchblade xiphos, he turned the full force of
his attention on me. “Come to bed.”
“I thought you
said no pity sex.”
“More an exercise
in confidence building.”
“Oh, that. The
mayor has us do yearly team-building exercises. I’d rather have—what are you
doing?”
He glided toward
the closet, shimmering into mist as he moved. His clothes dropped to the floor.
He re-formed while still moving, misting out of his clothes as easily as a man
shrugs off a robe. Casually, naturally, as if he did this every night.
Hmm. Maybe he did.
And what was
revealed—frickin’ yum. Forget Michelangelo’s sculptures. No mere artist could
capture the stunning glide of lithe muscle under skin, the contrast of jet hair
against ochre flesh, the gleam of intent in sable bedroom eyes as he grabbed
some ties out of the closet and flowed to the bed.
I trotted after
him like a puppy.
Nikos snapped the
hold-back loops off the canopy. The curtains fell over the bed like sultry
saffron promises. With a final scorching look, he disappeared in a billow of
yellow.
But I hesitated.
What did he have in mind with the ties? He was, after all, a Spartan general
who was a tad dominant.
On the other
hand—naked male. I climbed in after him.
