A Thirsty Thursday Double-Header: Wendi And Her Immortal

Can anyone get enough of the Fang Gang? I think not! Besides, with Superbowl Sunday fast approaching, I decided to give a nod to all American sports — football, baseball, basketball — aww, hell, I’ll throw in Canadian hockey and European soccer ’cause I love them almost as much as I love a steamy vampire tale — with a toothsome double-header done erotic-romance style….Welcome back for a second double-header, Wendi!

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VAMPIRES!!! Giggle. I’ve always wanted to write a vampire story. I have. I wasn’t sure I did because there’s been a certain bandwagon and lots of people jumped on. Is that a bad thing? Nope. Vampires don’t have to be scary, but they should have some shock value. They don’t have to be gory or mean, but then again, riding that edge isn’t so bad either. I told a friend once that I wasn’t going to go paranormal and write a vampire novella. Well, simply put, I lied.

And then a character showed up. He wasn’t about to let me NOT write a vampire story. It was his story. So I let him go hog wild. Actually he started out as a human PI, but then he whispered that he was a vampire. Well, good. I hadn’t planned on writing a vampire, but I’m glad I did. Storm has become one of my favorite characters, even if he gets his share of hits from time to time. Here’s a little bit about him and his story, MY IMMORTAL:

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What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie ‘Stevie’ Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

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And here is a tasty tidbit from MY IMMORTAL:

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EXCERPT

MY IMMORTAL

by

Wendi Zwaduk

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“I don’t care about the damn bet.” He crushed his lips against hers.

Fuck, she tasted good. Like sugar, honey and sex wrapped up in a saucy little brunette package. Her tiny moan thrilled Storm. He pushed the kiss further, tangling his tongue with hers.

Their teeth clashed once or twice, but neither relented. Her taut nipples pressed against her thin blouse in an attempt to rub against his chest. He cupped her breast and kneaded the supple flesh. The clothes needed to go and soon.

Who the hell had decided they needed to work tonight anyway?

Her nails scraped his shoulders through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. His nerve endings sizzled. Would she scream as he pumped within her body? Would she allow him to drink from her vein? Or would she see this as nothing more than an attempt to fake everyone into thinking they were a couple?

Her scent—a mix of flowers, roses or violets, and sheer Stevie—swirled around him. She wanted him. For the first time in many years, he felt alive. She made his cold heart warm again. They could have a future, if the demons from his past stayed in the past.

The vision of his nemesis Jamison O’Toole flicked across his mind. Stevie wasn’t a pawn for O’Toole to change and destroy when he felt the need as he had Storm’s last true girlfriend, Erin.

Storm forced the mood-breaking thought out of his head and refocused on Stevie. Her throaty groans stirred him. She responded like no other.

A whisper interrupted his euphoria.

Mate.

Storm forced his eyes to remain shut. This couldn’t happen. It shouldn’t happen. It was too soon for the voice to reveal his mate.

Mate.

Each time he smelled the sweet essence of her need for him, he fought off his own overwhelming desire. Was it possible that Stevie was his true mate? She suited him in every way he knew. Sexually… Well, he intended to put that unknown to rest tonight. She moaned and wriggled closer. A ripple of excitement shot through him as doubt fizzled away. The rest of the world be damned. Stephanie Persing was his mate.

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Thanks to Maria-Claire for having me. This week has been a blast. I’d love to come back and do this again anytime. Grin. Enjoy!!!

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Wendi has too many great books to list them all here, so be sure to stop by her website to learn more!

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NOTE:  The party is winding down! Just today’s double-header and then one more guest for tomorrow’s Frightful Friday remains — and then I’ll be announcing the winner of this long New Year Celebration!

Remember: one lucky winner from the pool of participants who leaves a comment for EACH post here on my blog from January 2, 2012 through February 3, 2012 will be chosen at random to win a $100.00 gift certificate to purchase his or her choice of smokin’ hot books from TOTAL-E-BOUND! The winner will be announced on February 4, 2012.

Maria-Claire