Hi, my name is Claire and I’m a vampire. So you can get to know me better and maybe want to read my story, Blood Gift, I’m answering a few questions.
Hi Claire. Thanks so much for being here. :) What do you think makes a good story?
Where the protagonist overcomes something really difficult and emerges happy in the end. Simplistic, but staggeringly hard to really do.
Tell us about your family.
My family is my Circle. There’s Oliver, our Circle Master. Father figure isn’t quite right to describe him, but he’s got the protective thing going. Gareth and Neal – they love each other. Gareth is a happy go lucky guy – the kind of person I envy because I’ll never be like that. Neal just loves everything. Life is a grand adventure, even the bad bits. I wish I had his optimism. Ursula is gorgeous and poised. I wish we could be better friends. Maybe someday. Parker. I don’t even know how to describe him except to say he’s perfect on the outside and not so perfect on the inside. Then there’s Andre. My love. The man I never thought I’d ever meet.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
King’s Cross station in London four years ago. I was fresh off the train from Paris and I had nowhere to go and no money. I’d spent the last bit I had on a sandwich on the train. The idea I was utterly alone terrified me.
What are you passionate about these days?
Helping abused women start over. I walk through the streets until I find someone who needs help and then with my psychic powers I influence her to leave her situation and start over. I give her the strength and courage I never had.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
My answer is X-rated. But Andre and a bed figure prominently in my method.
If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?
Stephen. I would tell him I was sorry I watched television instead of delivering Marcel’s message the way I was supposed to.
Morning Person? Or Night Person? How do you know?
Ha. Night person for sure. How do I know? I’m a vampire. The sun would make me melt like the Wicked Witch of the West in Wizard of Oz.
What would we find under your bed?
I always have money and jewelry I can pawn in a box. Just in case I’m ever alone again and I have to leave. I don’t ever want to be destitute again.
Genre: Urban Fantasy / Vampire Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2013
Published by: Loose Id
When Claire became a vampire, she hoped she could forget her abusive past. But her mentor, the sexy, perfect Parker destroys her dreams of a new start. Soon, Claire devotes her new found psychic powers to helping abused women.
Drawn to the mysterious and handsome Andre, another master in the London Circle and Parker’s archrival, Claire enters into a passionate clandestine affair which causes her powers to ramp out of control. Wild, sensual sex morphs into something deeper and, for Claire, terrifying. Andre soon discovers her abilities and realizes he is her trigger–the one vampire in the world who can help her control her spiraling powers.
Bonding with him requires Claire to trust and accept his love, two things she cannot bring herself to do. The gift of love is something her past won’t allow her to accept. Even so, Andre will have to reach her in time to save her life or stake her when her powers drive her insane.
“Claire.” Andre’s voice was heavy with desire. The way he said my name with his slight Irish accent was different from the way everyone else said it. I felt special. Different. As if I mattered.
I turned my head to look at him. He had me pinned to the grass, one hand on either side of my shoulders. I’d locked my ankles so my heels pressed into the small of his back. His eyes were smoldering dark, and my lips parted.
That was all the invitation he needed. The burning shock of his mouth against mine was electric, and I brought my hands up so I could bury my fingers in his soft hair. I had just enough presence of mind to weave a shield of privacy so that mortals didn’t register we were there and avoided walking near.
Andre and I connected like interlocking pieces of a vast puzzle. Our kiss went supernova hot in an instant. I curled my tongue around his, and the whole world froze. Mortals were nearby, but their thoughts abruptly cut out of my head. For all I was aware, Andre and I were the only two beings on earth .
The explosive taste of his blood made me moan. He’d deliberately nicked his tongue on his fang. My own fangs burst from my gums, and I scraped my tongue against one of them. Blood spurted, and it was Andre’s turn to groan. The cold grass beneath my body seemed to disappear as if I floated weightless with only Andre’s kiss to anchor me. Time sputtered and died, and nothing mattered but his hot mouth moving against mine.
“Claire,” Andre said again through the blood in his mouth.
Four golden weeks I’d waited for him to kiss me, and now he was, and it was glorious.
“I’m going to make love to you in the grass if we don’t stop.” He increased the pressure of his lips against the hollow of my throat. “Come home with me, angel.”
“Dre,” I whispered, shaking with fear and desire—I wasn’t sure which was stronger. On fire for him, I didn’t want him to stop touching me. While his body was pressed to mine, we had all the time in the world, but when he moved away, would everything crash? “I’m scared.”
“Of me?” He lifted his head so he could look into my eyes. The night around us was alive with the sound of crickets. Stars wheeled in the sky, and the earth pressed against my back. I was suspended in the universe. Nothing mattered but him.
I touched his cheek with the tip of my finger, traced a line to his sensual mouth. I wanted to kiss him and taste my blood mingled with his. “Of everything. Of this not being real. That this is all a lie like Parker says. That I don’t matter. That nothing matters. That this is a race to see who can hurt the other first.”
He winced as if in pain, and I buried my face in his shoulder. He pulled me tightly into his embrace and rested his forehead against my head. “I won’t hurt you. I swear I won’t.”
Amy Lee Burgess lives and writes in Houston, Texas but her heart belongs to New England – especially in the autumn.
Ruled by two dachshunds and addicted to Irish breakfast tea and the Walking Dead, she loves to write about vampires, wolf shifters, gargoyles and other assorted paranormal creatures. Amy loves to travel to places like London England, Edinburgh, Scotland, Paris France and Providence, Rhode Island where she stalks the coziest Irish pubs she can find.
She writes to trance and house music by candlelight and welcomes email from her readers – especially if they want to talk about the supernatural.
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