I know I promised to keep up to date with my WIP Wednesday posts but I’ve been so busy trying to keep on top of my schedule that these fell to the back of my mind. I’ve had my head down over the past few months writing Hunger, which will be the next Vampires Realm romance series book. It is now written and edited, and I’m about to begin proofreading it.
Hunger is Tor and Eve’s story. You’ve met Tor in a short flash fiction piece I posted here on my blog a year or two ago. Eve is Lilith’s sister. You remember Lilith. She’s the heroine in Seventh Circle. Tor and Eve were also mentioned in Masquerade, the last release in the series. Hunger will be out this May in ebook and paperback.
Tor is hard to put into words, so I think I will let Eve tell you her first impressions of him in this sneak peek of the book… to make up for my lack of updates on my scribblings, it’s going to be a long one today, and I hope you enjoy it!
As always, it’s still waiting for me to polish it to perfection, so forgive any mishaps. Happy reading!
She turned to face the three men waiting for her. The dark-haired one who had made her intimately acquainted with the bar stooped and picked up her knife. She palmed the one she held and calculated her chances of survival.
Slim at best.
With her head pounding and dampening her senses, hunger riding her mercilessly and weakening her, she wasn’t up for a fight against one strong vampire, let alone three. If the fourth chose to join the fight, she was definitely dead.
Again.
Eve inched to her right, towards the open space where she had been speaking with Oneiric before the intrusion. The sounds of his fight carried through the darkness and her dull senses said that he had already dealt with three of his foes. She had yet to dispatch one.
It marked the vast difference between them. They were of the same pure bloodline and she should be strong enough to fight these weaklings, but she wasn’t. She was weaker than these men before her, and it was her own fault. She could have easily dispatched them if she had been feeding. If she had been strong.
Her stomach turned at the thought of taking human blood and she kept edging away from the men, buying herself space and time. A fourth vampire disappeared from her senses. Oneiric was down to three. If she could keep her four occupied while not giving them a chance to kill her, Oneiric could make it back to her. She hated having to rely on him to fight her battles, and knew he would use it to illustrate his point about her need to feed, but she had no choice. She couldn’t die here. She wasn’t ready to go to Hell yet. Continue reading
