I love writing paranormal romance for the world building and of course, the various creatures I can put in the story. A book starts with an idea. For Nightbound, I had Romeo and Juliet in mind and my blurb hints at a story of star-crossed lovers and a feud. Two houses at war. In secret we meet. If we should meet again, how should I greet you, as friend or foe? Seems very medieval, doesn’t it?
I took the story a step further and added modern elements. My heroine, Phoenix Lancaster, rides a motorcycle. There’s a plane crash, electric spider zappers, and air gliders. But there’s also magic. And my creatures aren’t confined to Slayers and vampires. There are also werewolves, witches, wizards, mutant wolves, giant leeches, and TROLLS.
I had so much fun writing Phoenix Lancaster and Zane O’Days’s story. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in a world of magic and a tale of betrayal, redemption, and the power of love, consider reading Nightbound: Seducing the Vampire Slayer. Keep reading for a sneak peek :).
“Dammit, Phoenix, why do we continue to fight?”
For the life of him, Zane couldn’t dismiss her from his thoughts. Phoenix Lancaster intrigued him with her troublesome streak and stubbornness.
Discovering she had a cunning mind, a smart mouth, and enough strength to wield her weapons with ease made the whole package more tempting during their amusing encounters.
Beneath him, she lay still as a rock. However, he couldn’t ignore or get out of his head, the lusciousness of her body beneath his, edging him closer to a baser instinct to claim her.
Attempting to think past his erection, he searched her face for signs her resolve was slipping. Defiance stared back at him, her glare as hot as the sun must be if he could lie beneath it without burning to a crisp.
“Fighting is what we’re meant to do, Sam. Now get your large body off of me.”
Sam—the name he’d taken when he moved to Williamsburg after his parents’ deaths six months ago. Sam sounded the closest to Zane.
His gaze fell on her lips before settling on her eyes. “I’m satisfied to stay like this.”
She inhaled, and her breasts beneath her shirt pressed against his chest. Ripples of heat washed over him. Zane bit the inside of his cheek. The corners of her mouth hitched slightly upward before the glare returned.
“Your satisfaction is none of my concern.” Her eyes stayed locked on his.
Zane wanted to tell her to look her fill. That soon she would see everything he had to offer her. Her unwavering glare kept him quiet.
No use riling her more. He needed her to return to his place willingly. Otherwise they could have an outright war between the two factions of ruling houses.
Seeming to understand that truth, her glower faded. She licked her lips. He followed the movement. Her pink tongue and warm mouth… God, what could her sweet mouth do to his cock? Groaning, he lowered his head. She turned hers.
“Get relief with someone else. You won’t be touching me with your fangs or that scary bulge in your pants.”
Laughter rumbled out of him, and he hid his enjoyment of her comment in the crook of her neck. Beneath him she stilled.
Did she think she would be nonexistent with her quiet breaths? The opposite happened. Zane was aware of everything, from the round and abundant perfection of her breasts beneath her body-hugging black shirt to how well his erection settled in the space between her slender legs.
Zane longed to sink his fangs into her jugular and pull and suck and feed on her sweetness and hint of spiciness.
Yet taking blood came with complications Zane wasn’t ready for. And there was the risk of puncturing his bottom lip with his fangs and inadvertently sharing his blood with the Slayer. Sharing blood would bind him and Phoenix in an intimate manner. Zane didn’t mind physical intimacy but a blood bind?
He lifted his head away from her scent. Zane could do without the complication. He grazed his mouth over the curve of her ear and whispered one, simple word.