For those of you who don’t know, Lian and Figg book two, Vampire Blues is out.
It’s been gathering some really great reviews over at GoodReads.
Skip, the nerdy vampire seems to be the fan favorite this time around. Here’s a little excerpt for your reading pleasure.
“Geez, are you ok?” He sounded like Christopher Reeve’s Clark Kent, nasal and awkward. Actually he kind of looked like him too that is if Christopher Reeve were about seven inches shorter and had recently raided Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
“I’m ok.” I told him. “You don’t know how to pick a handcuff lock, do you?”
“Nope,” he was studying the scene with the look my Dad got when he was about to rig something to do what it was never meant to. He crouched down, inspecting the ends of the railing and the screws that held it in place. “I think I can unscrew the railing though.” He whipped out a Swiss army knife and began pawing through the options. “I just need to find the screwdriver part.”
It took him five agonizing minutes, but he got the screws loose and helped me pull the handcuff off of the brass rail. “You sir, are my hero.” I told him, grabbing his face between my hands; I kissed him on the lips. I was about to comment on how cold he was when I looked up and he had fangs.
Every cell in my body urged me to run, but I couldn’t move. I just stood there like a prey animal too stupid to know that it was in imminent danger. “Oh shit,” He said, covering his mouth with his hand. “I’m so sorry. You have blood on your wrist,” he said, as if that explained it all away. He hung his head and sat down at one of the tables closest to us. “This is so hard; I thought being human was bad.” He mumbled more to himself than me.
“You’re a vampire?” The shock was quickly wearing off.
He nodded. “For a few months now,” he looked up at me. “I know what you’re thinking. I thought the same thing.”
“What?” I sat down across the table from him.
“Vampires are supposed to be handsome and seductive.”
It was exactly what I was thinking. I started to ask him if he could read my mind, but thought better of it.
“I thought it would be like instant cosmetic surgery, at least liposuction.” He grabbed his gut and shook it up and down. “Have you ever heard of a fat vampire?”
“Maybe you’ll lose it eventually. How fattening can blood be?”
“I never thought of that.” He smiled at me.
“Your fangs are gone.” I switched chairs, moving closer to him. “Can you make them come out whenever you want?”
“Nope, it’s automatic when I’m hungry or I’m near blood.” He looked away from my face. “It’s like going through puberty sometimes.”