October’s theme is all things autumn, spooky, and Halloween. The excerpt below is from my contemporary paranormal (vampire) romance short novel, Give Me Tomorrow.
Blurb
Vampire Melissa Price’s heart has hardened to an empty shell of remembered love. Lifetimes of experience and self-preservation have taught her that relationships serve only two purposes—sustenance and superficial companionship. Her work as a veterinarian gives purpose to her solitary life, but three hundred years of loneliness catches up with her when she responds to an emergency call and meets the least likely man to bring down the wall of her emotionless existence.
Jaxon Granger is part-owner of his family’s thoroughbred racehorse boarding and layover facility. His world revolves around his business, family, and a penchant toward hedonism. Horses are his life and womanizing bachelorhood is his religion. He boasts that there isn’t a woman alive who can make him a one-woman man.
That is, until he falls for a woman who isn’t alive—in the strictest sense of the word.
EXCERPT
What happened? Even as the question formed, she knew the answer. Those older and wiser had warned that her cavalier indifference toward her victims would catch up with her. Someday she’d meet The One. The man whose strength of mind and will of heart matched—or exceeded—her own. She knew this man from her dreams. He stole into her lonely nights, faceless and ethereally enticing, with a whispered promise of tomorrow on a voice as tender and familiar as the caress of a lover. Only this man could lift the centuries of loneliness from her shoulders and breathe life back into her cold, dead heart.
And now she’d found him…or he’d found her, and he wasn’t immortal, not her kind. He was hindered by a finite lifespan. He couldn’t go where she traveled.
Moving on to the next job and the next town was her reality, as always, but for the first time, she didn’t want to leave. Better judgment argued with her emotions. She wanted an-other chance with Jax, but that meant explaining, which meant she cared. Caring brought confiding and confiding required trusting, which she had precious little to draw from. The very essence of what allowed her to live also kept her alone and kept her safe.
Suddenly, she was tired. Tired of staying one suspicion ahead of people when they questioned why she didn’t age. Tired of concealing what she was. Tired of her nomadic life. Just plain tired. What good was immortality if she had to endure eternity alone?
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Until next time,
Kaye Spencer
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Wow, what a fantastic, emotion-charged excerpt, Kaye. Love it. Must read it. Thanks for sharing this compelling tease!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elizabeth. I do hope you enjoy the story.
DeleteGreat story, and the excerpt does is justice. Doris
ReplyDeleteAhhh, thank You Doris. *hugs*
DeleteHa! Ha! Sometimes love bites. I love vampire stories and this sounds like a good one. Fall is my favorite time of year. The color in the trees, all the Pumkin flavors and a good thriller book.
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ReplyDeleteI love autumn, also, and all thing's Halloween. And, yes, love bites. I love that expression. Thanks for stopping in to comment.