Thanks to Carson for having me on his blog today.
When I checked out this month’s theme, I knew I had to jump at the chance. I love vamps and heck, I think vamps should be featured every month but, ahem, not my blog. *grins*
My books are called N’awlins Exotica Paranormal or as I affectionately call it, the “Mon” series. My vampires are twins Ryland and Ryder Durand who were born in the 1700’s here in Mississippi. At the time of their “change” the French were at war with the Natchez Indians and Ryland and Ryder’s parents were unfortunately killed by French soldiers. The loss of their birth parents left the twosome on their own until they were taken in by a Frenchman, Gren Dumont who turned out to be a vampire. Gren was later slain by a rebel vamp and now, Ryland and Ryder have roamed the earth for almost three centuries masking themselves as goth club owners in the French Quarter.
The “Mon” series fits the theme because my twins are vampires and as an added twist, these lovely creatures are in love with one another. However, this series isn’t solely about their love story, instead it includes a quest to find their maker’s killer as well as their discovery of an unknown blood relative living in New Orleans.
I love this series because I’ve created twins who look exactly the same but are radically different. While Ryland is the poetic, shy, and stuffy brother, Ryder is wild and fearless. I enjoy writing these two and I have 2 more books to go in their series.
Because of the nature of the books, they’re only available at Smashwords, Payhip, and Allromance. Hope you check them out and thanks for listening!
Blurb Book One: Twin vamps Ryland and Ryder Durand are only different in personality while the rest is exactly the same. Ryland, the author is calm and conservative while Ryder the club owner is wild and lewd. However, the brothers share the same dark desire and haven't informed one another. Will that bring them closer together or sever their relationship for all eternity?
I asked for them to be spared and you didn’t. For that I will never forgive.
Ryland balled his hands into fists until his nails pierced the skin on his palms. He winced slightly from the pain then rubbed his fingertips over the small wounds to heal them immediately.
Wanting to put the horrible occurrence in the back of his mind, Ryland turned the chair around to face the window, shrouded in a dark burgundy curtain to keep most of the light outside. Though Ryland and Ryder were vampires, they could walk about in the light if they wanted because of the length of time they’d been on earth. However, both preferred the late afternoon and evenings instead of direct sunlight. The heat in New Orleans was most unbearable in the early mornings and afternoon. Neither of the brothers could stand a lot of humidity, but Louisiana was their dwelling of choice and despite the weather, they loved the area, and wouldn’t move for anything.
Since most of the day had passed, Ryland could open the curtains and enjoy the light from the moon, shining in the sky. When he spotted this, his mood instantly changed. He rose from his chair and yanked both sides apart, breathing in deeply when he first spotted the galaxy’s biggest star. “Ah, a clear night too. Perhaps I should revise my plans?” Ryland desired to stay indoors even though his story was finished just in time to post on his website. He knew if he went out amongst the locals, he’d be bothered about autographs and questions about the next installment of his ongoing series of vampire stories which had become a big hit on the net and in the zine he self-produced.
At times he took pleasure in the admiration showed to him by humans but at others, he preferred the comforts of home, away from the adoring fans of his work.
Still, tonight might be as good a time as ever to enjoy the lovely evening at the establishment he and his brother owned in the quarter, Enfants de la Nuit (children of the night), a popular hangout for all those who felt shunned by the mainstream. The perfect cover for two vampires who’d lived on the earth for almost three centuries and killed humans for food to survive. The darkness proved to be the best protector for such gruesome work.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment and crossed his arms over his chest, gripping his biceps tightly under his well-manicured claws. Should I venture out this evening? As he’d stated, he’d be disturbed by people seeking his time and acquaintance. Usually with that, the hunger for human blood and flesh became stronger, the pulsating veins, the many hearts he’d hear beating in unison, calling out his name to make them his next victim. Ryland tried his best to ignore these cries and only took the lives of young men who either wanted death or deserved it because of a heinous crime they’d committed. Unlike most of the undead that dwelled in this area who killed without conscience, Ryland saw his method much differently, as sort of a cleansing instead of blood sport. This had taken him years to perfect, to quell the desires and keep them under control. Going out amongst the masses heightened his need for human flesh and this he wasn’t so sure about dealing with this evening. He’d have to make a choice, and after hours of pondering his next chapters, thinking would require too much work.
“Hmph…” he shrugged and sucked the inside of his lip. He lifted the chalice to his lips once more, licking the remnants of this human’s life off his incisors. He continued to drink until he left it empty of all its contents. “Delicious.” Ryland grinned to himself and held the golden piece in the air as if he were toasting. “Thank you for this, Alex. You’ve been quite the treat,” he bellowed and raised it up higher before setting it down again. “Just for a while I suppose.” Ryland nodded in agreement with himself, making up his mind he would go out at least for a short period. The moon proved to be too inviting to stay away from even if it meant he wouldn’t have many moments of peace or solitude. Besides, the darkness in New Orleans brought out many of the freaks and revelers, most of them tourists which also caused the wrong doers to crawl out of the wood work. This gave Ryland more choices of whom to make his late night snack. The hunt would be a lot easier with more criminals walking about.
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit Michael Mandrake at Wordpress
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
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