For those of you who were around when I hosted a stop on The Vampire's Warden blog tour... guess what? Book Two was released and today you get to read a book excerpt! As part of the blog tour, S.J. Wright is also giving away an ecopy of The Vampire's Curse... so without further ado, here's a snippet from this paranormal romance!
** Book Excerpt **
“Michael, get in.” She had the window rolled down, and I could see the cooler in the backseat. There would be bags of cooled blood inside. I cast one yearning glance towards the warm-blooded human staring at us suspiciously from her dirt driveway. One human death in a town of this size would draw a great deal of unwanted attention.
Resigned, I climbed into the passenger seat beside Victoria. Before she took off, she reached behind her, shoved the lid of the cooler aside, and threw three full bags of blood into my lap. Without a word, I ripped the cap from the first one and sucked it down. It rolled down my throat like sweet syrup, the coppery taste infusing me with power that I felt in every cell of my body.
“You must have found Meekah.” I mumbled.
She nodded, her eyes fixed on the road with precise concentration. “She’s waiting for us in Chicago.”
Meekah was one of my special projects from long ago. During one particularly hot summer I spent in Paris, I heard a rumor from another vampire about a young girl who could foresee the future. It was July of 1746. I’d been carousing drunkenly with a group of ambassadors from England for several months and was growing weary of them all, when I discovered, quite by accident, that there was a vampire posing a representative of Spain in Paris. One of the English fellows related to me an unremarkable story about how this pretender kept odd hours. When I pressed him for further information, he relayed to me that the Spanish ambassador was rumored to be a creature of the night and had drained two kitchen maids of their blood.
I was not pleased. It was ridiculously sloppy for a vampire to have exposed himself in such a way. With our speed and our ability to compel those around us to forget what they have seen, it has always been relatively easy to keep our true nature a carefully guarded secret from humankind. My place in Parisian society had been a role that I created with great care. I enjoyed my freedom, the opulence in which I lived day to day, and the knowledge that every drop of blood I took from a human would remain my own secret.
It was easy for me to find the culprit. Being a cautious creature, I did not immediately burst in upon him in his bed to demand explanations. For a week, I followed him from place to place. I watched him dine with royalty and talk earnestly with secretaries and clergymen. From dark corners, I witnessed the money that changed hands as he bribed his way into the highest society parties. The French would never trust a Spaniard, but they would accept his money in exchange for invitations to bright, glittering balls and fifteen-course dinner parties where only the very best food was served.
One night I watched him go into the back room of a dingy tavern by the docks, and I saw him recklessly murder a barmaid. He had bent her backwards over a rough wooden table cluttered with half-eaten plates of food. While he drained her, flies buzzed lazily throughout the room. Their incessant buzzing was enough to drive anyone mad.
The filth of the place combined with his thoughtless actions sickened me. Ending his pathetic existence was foremost in my mind. When he looked up from his latest victim to find me standing there in that disgusting place, he seemed genuinely surprised. Perhaps he had thought he was immune from the dark justice that other vampires often dealt out to their peers. Perhaps he believed that he was the only undead creature roaming the Paris streets for blood.
“What do you want?” He growled.
I attacked him without answering. It was rather messy. After I ripped off one of his legs, he began to beg. That sort of ploy did not typically have much effect on me. I was heartless when it came to disciplining my own kind.
Sounds fabulous, right?
Still reeling from having witnessed the vampire battle on her property that left her friend Alex a vampire himself, Sarah Wood is surprised yet again. This time, it's by a familiar face from the past. Sarah's guilt pushes her into doing something unbelievable. Sarah's ex-boyfriend, Trevor, causes some trouble that will have lasting effects. Michael finds himself in the unusual position of saving a life instead of taking one. Katie, the sister that Sarah wants to be protected at all costs, is in a new kind of danger. Don't miss this new, longer look into the world of the Vampire's Warden, Sarah, as she confronts old enemies, new friends and new lovers.
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Born in Indianapolis, Indiana, at a time when children were still not required to use seatbelts in a vehicle, S.J. Wright grew up as the sixth of seven sisters. She moved around a lot as a child, spent a good deal of her time reading books about horses, roller-skating (in an attempt to find Xanadu), and daydreaming about becoming a novelist. She now lives in Little Elm, Texas with her husband, two sons, and one Jack Russell terrier that follows her around the house like a shadow. She is the prime caregiver to her youngest son, who has spina bifida. She loves horses (and swears one day she’ll actually get the guts to ride one again). In February of 2011, she released her first paranormal suspense/romance novel called The Vampire’s Warden. She plans to release a total of four books for the series. S.J. (Stephanie) also loves hearing from her readers! Be sure to check out her website at www.sjwrightbooks.com.