Why I Write Vampires by Carla Smith (A Vampire’s Promise)

Why I Write Vampires by Carla Smith (A Vampire's Promise)

 

Why I Write Vampires 

By Carla Smith

 

Aw crap – not another romance novel about a vampire …

 

I know, I know – trust me, I’ve heard it all before. Vampires are passé, they’re old news, and no-one wants to read about them.

 

Really?

 

Have you checked out the shelves in your local bookstore lately? Or browsed through the paranormal romance section of whatever on-line store you log in to? Both are positively groaning under the number of books about our nocturnal friends and their thirst for blood. So why add one more I hear you ask. Because this is the book I’ve always wanted to read, and once I’d finished writing it, it also became the book I wanted to share.

 

There have always been readers drawn to the darker side of romance, the place where vampires and demons and shape shifters live. And thanks to the soaring popularity of a certain series, a whole new generation of readers have now discovered the world of paranormal romance. (And I’m not ashamed to admit that, like half the country, I got a case of Twilight fever. Lord knows I have the books, DVDs and tattoo to prove it!)

 

But trying to bring something fresh and new to such a well-known genre is definitely a challenge. All I can do is hope you’ll bear with me because, although there is obviously a vampire in this story (the title kind of spoils that surprise), it’s first and foremost a story about a girl. A nice, ordinary girl who has no love-life to speak of, couldn’t get laid if the fate of the world depended on it (and believe me, she’s tried!) and who suddenly has to deal with the hottest looking guy on the planet making a move on her!

 

Yeah, I know, we should all have that kind of problem, right? And that’s what makes A Vampire’s Promise such fun.

 

I want my readers to be able to relate to Rowan. See her as the girlfriend we all wish we had, or wish we could be. Empathize with her confusion, share her frustration, her anger, her joy. Now that doesn’t mean I’m asking you to ignore Gabriel, because who could? He’s a gorgeous gift of pure seduction just begging to be unwrapped. What’s not to love?

 

As for the idea that no-one wants to read about vampires anymore, sorry but I’m just not buying it. If the bookshelves don’t convince you then would someone please explain why Dracula is still in print a hundred-plus years after it was written?

 

I can only dream of such longevity!

 


A Vampire's Promise

By: Carla Smith
Genres: Paranormal Romance, urban fantasy
Pages: 271
Series: The Vampire's Promise #1
Publisher: eKensington
Published on: June 5th 2014
Why I Write Vampires by Carla Smith (A Vampire’s Promise)

Trust Your Instincts

Rowan Harper is nothing but a smart-mouthed bookstore clerk with a crappy love life on the night she walks into Rosie’s Bar. Most of the drama in her life is borrowed from her best friend’s adventures. But when she meets Gabriel—tall and movie star gorgeous—everything changes. Never mind that she turns down the drink he offers, or that he brims with secrets she can’t begin to guess at. He ignites a desire in her she never suspected—and shows a fascination with her she can’t explain.

He has no family, no job, no bank account; he knows where she lives and her favorite flower. An aura of mystery cloaks him, even as Rowan grasps for facts, even as she fears an answer that could destroy her happiness. Gabriel can guide her through a wonderland of new sensations. But only if Rowan trusts him enough to follow…

Winner of the OKRWA “Finally a Bride” contest.

This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.
 
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Excerpt:

 

“I don’t want you to leave,” I told him, my voice a barely audible, husky whisper.     

          The shadow in his eyes vanished, replaced by something else. Whether it was relief or hope, I couldn’t say.

          “Are you sure?” he murmured, taking a step toward me. “I need you to be certain that this – that I – am what you want.”

          I had the sense that he was asking me something that went deeper, was more meaningful, but my brain had been through enough for one night. My ability to search for hidden meanings was temporarily lost, and it was more than ready to hitch a ride to Clueless Land. I wasn’t sure about anything, but I trusted my instincts. And they told me this was right. I belonged with Gabriel.

          “The only things you can be certain about are death and taxes,” I said, giving him a wry grin, “but if you’re asking me to take a chance, then yes, I will – only,” I paused, “why would you think I wouldn’t want you?” He might not be able to pick up on every emotion I was throwing his way, but surely he could still read how I felt about him?

          “Because I wonder,” he said, taking my hand, “if you went back to the very beginning, would you have come searching for me again?”

          The silence between us was deafening, and the feeling of déjà vu returned. Only it didn’t feel so strange this time. Whatever Gabriel was referring to was hidden somewhere inside that feeling.

          “I wish I knew what you were talking about,” I told him, “because I think it’s important, but I have to tell you that right now you’re making absolutely no sense.” Clueless Land was rapidly expanding into the continent of the Completely Lost in the Dark.

          “You need to know the truth about me, Rowan, what I am -”

          “No, I don’t, not right now.” I held up my hand and stopped him. I was balanced on a razor-thin wire, and it took all I had not to fall off. “There’s only one issue that’s important right now, and I need you to be truthful with me.”

          “Of course, ask me anything.”

          “Wife, girlfriend, or significant other?”

          The sudden, utter confusion on his face made me want to laugh aloud.  

          “I don’t understand.”

          “Do you have one?”

          Gabriel shook his head of glorious white hair. “No, of course not.”

          “Positive?”

He looked hurt that I was questioning his integrity. “Rowan, I’ve not wanted another woman since the first time I saw you. I never have.”

          “That’s good to know,” I whispered.

          He let go of my hand and clutched his forehead as though he’d just been afflicted with a brain freeze. Pursing his lips, he blew out a breath. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a man who desperately wanted to speak but was afraid his words would be the wrong ones.

Welcome to the club.

          I didn’t want to waste any more time in pointless conversation. It would be an exercise in futility that accomplished nothing. What was about to happen between us right here, right now, was not going to be achieved with words. Unless they were all single syllables used for instructional purposes along with some heavy-duty physical contact. My hands literally itched to get beneath his wet clothing and touch his body.

          Something in my life, my luckless romantic aspirations, my failure to successfully seduce a man, had all been pushing me toward this moment. Gabriel was to be my first, perhaps my only lover. I don’t know how I knew this or what turn of fate’s cosmic wheel made it so, but it was true. I had known it eighty-seven nights ago on my front porch, and the conviction was even stronger now. I made it to the staircase before Gabriel’s voice stopped me.

          “Give yourself to me, Rowan, and you will take no other.”

          I don’t know if other girls have experienced such a declaration, but it didn’t surprise me coming from him. I was almost expecting it, even if I wasn’t completely sure I understood all the implications. Gabriel was telling me exactly what was going to happen. What his intentions were, just in case I hadn’t been paying attention.

          I heard myself reply, saying the words that would change my life forever. I just had no idea to what extent.

          “Then make me want no other.”

 

 

About Carla Smith

Carla Susan Smith owes her love of literature to her mother, who, after catching her pre-teen daughter reading by flashlight beneath the bed covers, calmly replaced the romance book she had “borrowed” with one that was far less risqué, and much more appropriate! Though she was encouraged to include different genres in her reading tastes, romance - paranormal romance in particular - has always been her first love.

Born and raised in England, she now calls South Carolina home, where she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband, awesome son, and a canine critique group (if tails aren’t wagging then the story isn’t working!) When not writing, she can usually be found in the kitchen trying out any recipe that calls for rhubarb, working on her latest tapestry project or playing catch-up with her reading list.

 

 

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