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I don't know about you, but I'd love to have a vampire for my Valentine. I'm rereading Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, and I'm about a quarter of the way through The Vampire Lestat. Although Lestat was my first vampire love, Mick St. John from Moonlight quickly became my favorite, but please don't let my vamps know that. So Mick would definitely be the vamp I would choose for my Valentine.
That said, I do love my vamps. A while back, I had a chance to step into the world I created in my Nocturnal Surrender Series for a guest post on Cabin Goddess for her Fourth Wall Friday series of posts. She poses the question, "Ever wonder what happens if you were to break into your world build and sit down and have a beer with your main characters?"
When the opportunity to be on her blog came up, I jumped on it. I had a lot of fun writing this, immersing myself into the world of my characters. The following is my Fourth Wall Friday post, which was from 10/18/13 and was a teaser glimpse into the world of Night Therapy. Since I'm giving away eBook copies of this book, I thought it would be great to re-post this here to give you a little idea of what to expect in the book. Enjoy!
Therapy for the Vampire...
Slipping into a vampire-owned sanguinarian club unnoticed should be impossible—unless you’re the one who created the club and the vampires in it.
From the moment I opened the front door to Nocturnal Surrender, the hard rock music blasting its greeting, my heart sped with the anticipation of coming face-to-face with some of my vampires. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the low lighting. The candles, both natural and electric, shrouded the nightclub in danger and mystery. Gothic arched doorways added to the old-world feel of the place, but the crimson and black pleather-covered booths and walls spoke of this modern time.
As I slinked past the club’s patrons, some writhing on the dance floor, some in the middle of intimate, vampiric feedings, I glanced at the sign above the bar.The Nightclub with a Bite was sprawled in a dramatic font, complete with fang-like projections at the bottom. Although, it wasn’t exactly as I’d created it. Apparently Donovan Evanko, the club’s owner, had added to the sign without my knowledge. Now those fangs jutting off the letters had blood droplets dangling from them.
Instead of wondering how a character I’d created was able to change things without me, I focused on the bartender, Donovan’s brother, Bastian. He was every bit as intimidating as I had pictured him in my mind—tall and muscular, like a body builder, long blond hair that did nothing to soften his rugged appearance, and silvery vampire eyes and dagger-sharp fangs. Everything about him screamed, don’t mess with me.
With all I had put him through in his books, he had a bit of a grudge against me, so I did my best to stay out of his line of sight. Thankfully, he wasn’t the one I’d come to see.
After another sweep of the room, I spotted the vampire I was looking for. Johnathan McCombs sat in a corner booth—alone, as usual. Did he realize I was coming for him? Shouldn’t his heightened senses have let him know my attention was locked onto him? That I was almost directly beside him now?
He sat motionless, staring into his half-empty glass of beer. From the red tint in the normally-amber liquid, I could tell he’d ordered it Surrender Style, infused with blood. Sure, I didn’t have vampiric abilities to feel others’ emotions, but there was no mistaking the anger and pain radiating off him. The loneliness. My heart broke for him…but I knew something he didn’t. Someone would come into his life soon and turn it upside down. Someone who would need him and who would be there for him. Someone who would make him want to live again.
“Yeah, right. In your dreams.” Johnathan’s voice held the tell-tale rasp that let me know he was vamped out, but it didn’t make his accent any less sexy. He still hadn’t looked up from his drink. Guess he had realized I was approaching him, and he’d obviously listened to my thoughts, as well. “I may look zoned out, but don’t forget, I work for the Enforcers, and my training alerted me the minute you walked in the door. You might as well sit down. I know you won’t leave me alone until you do what you came here for.”
I slid into the opposite side of the booth. No use beating around the bush since he knew what I was up to, so I dove right in. “Johnathan, you need to get some help. You can’t keep living this way. There are people who love you, people who want to see you get over your past and be happ—”
His head shot up, his dark hair flopping about his face, and his silver glare locked onto me. He bared his fangs. “Don’t talk about my past. I’ve been trying to outrun it for nearly six hundred years.” He grabbed his glass, gulped down the rest of its contents, and slammed it back onto the table. “And don’t tell me there’s any effing way I’ll ever be happy.” His brows furrowed. “How the hell am I supposed to let go of the horrific things I’ve done.” He cringed, surely remembering those things.
I knew he wouldn’t even be at Nocturnal Surrender right now if not for the Enforcer meeting scheduled in less than half an hour. He never left his home except for Enforcer business or to replenish his blood supply. He isolated himself from everyone who cared about him and from the world in general. He’d basically given up on life. Not to the extent of wanting to die, just not wanting to live. It was a fine line, and one he needed to deal with before he fell over the edge.
“I know you can’t believe this right now, but there is hope.” I pulled a business card out of my purse and sat it in front of him. I wanted to touch his hand to comfort him, but he would only shy away from the gesture. “She’s a great psychotherapist, compassionate and non-judgmental. She can help you.”
The card was for psychologist, Stephanie Taylor, one of the best in Lansford, Pennsylvania—maybe even in the entire state. He eyed the card as if it was a bomb about to explode.
Maybe he was the one about to explode.
As I waited for him to respond, I caught a glimpse of someone strutting toward us—another silver-eyed creature, Johnathan’s sire, Alexander Mitchell. Before Alex made it to our booth, Johnathan snatched the card with vampiric speed and shoved it in his pocket. He shot me a glower that said this discussion was over, but somewhere in there, for a split second, I could have sworn I’d seen gratitude.
Since Alex was a little more couth than Johnathan, I wasn’t concerned that he’d listen to my thoughts and learn our secret. And Johnathan would certainly be blocking his thoughts from other vampires. I only wished we would have had more time to discuss him going for counseling.
When Alex stopped in front of me, he extended his hand. I placed mine in his, and he leaned over, drew my hand to his lips, and kissed it softly. Then he slid into the booth beside me. “I am so pleased to finally meet you, Lorraine. I must thank you for bringing us to life.”
Johnathan grunted. “Speak for yourself.”
Alex rested his arm behind me on the back of the booth and shifted toward me slightly. “I apologize for my offspring. His manners have been somewhat lacking lately.” Although he kept his body angled in my direction, he looked to Johnathan. “Please, show our creator a little more respect. Without her, we wouldn’t exist.”
Johnathan’s stare was full of resentment and turmoil. “Thank you, Miss All-Mighty Writer, for giving me this miserable—”
“Enough, Johnathan. Go to the meeting room. Now. I will be there shortly.” Alex’s words were sharp, but his concern for Johnathan was evident.
Johnathan grabbed his motorcycle helmet from beside him—I hadn’t even noticed it was on the seat—and scooted out of the booth, completely ignoring me and Alex.
I turned to Alex. “I promise, he’ll be okay. You have to trust me.”
“He’s a good vampire, a good man, under all that bravado. He just needs to deal with his issues, to forgive himself for what he’s done.” Alex glanced over his shoulder as Johnathan made his way through the crowded club, then he looked back to me. “And I do trust you. Just hurry, before it is too late and he is lost to us for eternity.” He grasped my hand again, placed another gentle kiss on my skin, and headed off to his meeting.
I had a plan to turn Johnathan’s life around, but he needed to do his part and call the number on that card to set up an appointment. Stephanie would take it from there. Yes, they would have to go through hell together before their lives had a chance of being turned around, but if they didn’t give up, if they fought hard enough, it would be worth it in the end.
I tried to shake the somber mood Johnathan had left me in. When the waitress finally came and took my order, I decided I needed something a little stronger than beer. After a few vodka-laced sodas, my mood had lightened and my inhibitions were faltering. It was time to have some fun in The Nightclub with a Bite.
When I stood to make my way to the dance floor, a little woozy from the alcohol, a vampire a few booths away waved me over. Christof Rosenbaum grinned seductively and winked at me. I knew exactly what he wanted—a snack and possibly some fun on the side. Since I really wanted to know what it felt like to have a sexy vampire sink his fangs into my neck, I would allow him the snack, but I wasn’t quite drunk enough for anything else. Yet…
Copyright © 2013 Lorraine Pearl
Night Therapy eBook Giveaway...
Vampire Johnathan McCombs has spent the last century isolating from humanity whenever possible, trying to come to terms with a past that haunts him. When he finally realizes he needs help dealing with his issues, he seeks out a mortal psychologist, hoping her ethical boundaries of confidentiality will allow him to reveal his secrets. He tries to ignore his growing attraction for his therapist, but when circumstances throw them together outside the professional setting of her office, will he be able to contain his passion?
Psychologist Stephanie Taylor connects with her clients because personal experience has made her understand what heartache and trauma do to a person. But when her hot new client drops the bomb on her that he is a vampire, she has no idea what to do or how to react. Now she must look at her life in a whole new light. She has inadvertently put her life in danger and become part of a dark world she thought was only pretend.
In one night, everything changes. Old rivals pull Stephanie into their fight, and Johnathan must make a life or death decision. But can Stephanie forgive him for the irreversible choice he makes with her life? Can the couple find peace with their individual problems to have a chance at a lasting relationship? And how will the brewing war between vampires and Hunters affect them?
Praise for Night Therapy...
"I read a lot of Vampire stories I find them irresistible and I found that out of all the different series I have read this year this has been one of the best! There are some smoking hot scenes in this book that were just hot, hot, hot to read and also some very sweet scenes! These two main character bring out the best in each other and give the courage to face their inner demons. There was a good balance of action and getting to know the character personalities. I read this book in two days. I highly suggest giving this book a read if you enjoy a good vampire romance!" Emily - Goodreads reviewer.
To get your FREE eBook copy of, Night Therapy, simply head over to THE BOOK'S SMASHWORDS PAGE and use the coupon code UG53W (not case-sensitive) by the end of this hop, 2/16/14.
Please consider leaving a review after reading. You don't have to get your copy from Amazon to leave a review there. Goodreads is another great place to leave a review. I would truly appreciate your honest review. Thank you in advance, and I hope you enjoy the book.
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