Welcome to the Hot Paranormal Nights blog hop
I love paranormal romance. I've read every single one of Christine Feehan's books and I guess many people visiting or blogging in this hop have too, or at least have read one of her books.
She has some news about her new Dark series over on her website.
Very exciting for a fan like me.
Why do I love paranormal romance so much? Sometimes it's the romance hot, or sweet in the book. Sometimes I will fall in love with a character, Dayan from the Dark Troubadors in Dark Melody comes to mind. I think he's my favorite of all the Dark Carpathians.
One of the biggest reasons I love paranormal romance is the lack of boundaries. There are no societal parameters. There are no constraints. The characters are and can be anything. They do anything. Not only is it fun to read it's great to write paranormal romance. You are free to let the story and characters go anywhere.
Today I'm sharing a little from my vampire romance, 'Volume two of The Ruthin Trilogy: Drew Ruthin and the Blood of Changes.'
The pub he was going into was an old tavern type in a building that was clearly to Drew, at his age, original. The beams showing on the exterior of the building were bowed and the roof was thatched. The windows, although there were quite a few of them, were small. Drew enjoyed this antiquity as he went into the little porch and then the main pub. The art gallery seemed to share this porch entrance, but the closed sign was evident on the door to it.
Drew breathed in the scent of human blood, lust, a little love, hunger, pain. He stood for a moment at the back of the small crowd of people just getting his bearing on who might become his prey.
A young man caught his eye, and looked back at him with blatant hunger. Drew knew it was sexual hunger. He realized he must have seen it before and used it to acquire a feed. Tonight he wanted sex and he let his gaze fall away from the young man in an almost kindly way. He had lost his memory, but he knew he liked girls, and he would not use that young man for a feed tonight.
Drew turned on his charm and it was like a beacon, so that within a very short time he had a girl in his arms in the darkest part of the back garden of the pub.
Reached through the back bar, and with only the first few outside tables lit, Drew felt safe to strip the girl there in the grass amongst the geraniums. He kissed her lips until he knew she was under his spell, and then he removed her clothes, licking and kissing her everywhere he touched, until she was naked in the grass. She was moving against him and he knew she wanted him. He smiled as he kissed her lips again and moved his hand to part her thighs, softly, dangerously he whispered to her. She didn’t know what he was saying, but his whisper teased the sensitive parts of her ear, her throat, and then as he moved his fingers gently into her, she wriggled to find his lips, and be kissed at the same time.
Drew took his time and thought about what he was feeling as he made love to this girl. She liked what he did and he wanted more after the first time, and so he held her carefully, softly kissing her until he simply took her again, and at the same time sank his fangs deep draining her life in a second the moment he was sexually satisfied. He left her body there for a moment clothing himself quickly, and quietly before he silently, and at top speed picked her up, leapt the bottom fence, and found he was in a private garden.
There were two sheds side by side, and lots of corrugated iron panels stashed against the back of one of them. Drew stuffed the girl’s body under them and then for good measure picked up some lengths of old rotting wood and tossed them on there too.
He's a bad boy until something happens to him and then...