Vampires Need Love Too
Lizzie T. Leaf is my guest today. Lizzie is a friend I’ve actually met face-to-face. In fact, Lizzie will forever be fondly remembered as the woman who made it possible for me to meet my publisher face-to-face. Lizzie is a lovely woman, a fun writer and wears great hats. Need I say more?
I like humor, I enjoy reading and writing humor. When approached to do a vampire Halloween story for an anthology by a now defunct publisher, no surprise when my mind went in that direction.
I took the bull by the horns and did it “my way.” In Waking Up Dead, the heroine is a socialite from a Jewish family that keeps a Kosher kitchen. Our gal is a little on the wild side (think Paris Hilton) and a paparazzi darling. When she connects with a “hot” guy in a vampire costume at her annual Halloween party, her life changes.
She wakes up smelling pine and discovers, thanks to the helpful stranger lurking outside the funeral home, she’s now one of the living dead. And, her new main food supply is blood. Yuk! She doesn’t eat food that has snuggled against blood, let alone drink the stuff. But a girl can get hungry and real hunger can cause values to slip.
Not to bore you with details, I finished the book and moved on…my vampire days behind me, or so I thought.
After Waking Up Dead released, readers started to ask, “When’s the next book in the series?”. Series? My mind hadn’t ventured down that path. Then one of my friends suggested I write a book about a vampire who faints at the sight of blood.
Once she planted the seed, my mind wouldn’t leave it alone, and Dead Faint came into existence, as well as the start of the DEAD series.
The publisher, Aspen Mountain Press, believed in the series so strongly, when they decided to open up a Print on Demand line, the first two books in the DEAD series were combined for their pilot book under the title, DEAD Done Right.
Vampires don’t always have to be scary, blood hungry, beasts. They can have “attitude” that will make you smile. And when they connect with a soul mate, it goes to show, vampires need love too.
Are there more in the series, you ask. You bet. Dead Hunter is now available in eBook and my publisher is bugging me for the next one. She’s probably pushing hard on that because the basis for this new plot is one she suggested.
And if you’d like a change from vampires, consider Dogspell. Originally released as an eBook, it’s also now in print. In this one, witchy twin sisters cause their brother’s life go to the dogs. Of course, while running around in black Scottie disguise, he meets his soul mate. And wouldn’t you know it, one of my friends planted the original idea.
With friends like mine, I’ll never run out of story ideas!
Award winning author, Lizzie T. Leaf started life in Kansas, continued her growing in North Carolina, and currently shivers through the winters in Colorado. She has numerous e-books in varying lengths and her print book, Struck by Lightning, won dual 2007 Beacon awards, in addition to being a finalist in two other contests. Her novella, Dead Faint was a 2008 Finalist for Best Vampire at Love Romances Cafe.
Since discovering the fun of writing paranormal, she plays with creating vampires, faeries and other immortals. Currently she is working on a full length paranormal novel set in Scotland that brings in Celtic folklore and a couple of ‘godly’ realms. Mix them together and there will be laughs for sure.
When not creating mischief for paranormal beings, Lizzie loves to read, spend time with her family and travel as much as time and budget will allow with her best friend husband.
Deb Stein, media darling from a rich family wakes up after a night of passion to discover the life she knew has changed forever.
Deb eyed the man with distrust. Was he some sick pervert who lurked around funeral homes waiting for an opportunity to sneak in and do who knows what to a dead body? Gross. The scandal rags were probably filled with headlines about her reported death, and this weirdo thought it would be cool to get it on with someone famous. Too damned bad I spoiled his plans by walking out alive. Screw you, Freako.
“Guess again.” Daniel’s dark eyes bore into her. “My dear, if I wanted to be with someone famous I wouldn’t have to wait for them to die…nor, would it be you.”
Well, he doesn’t have to be so persnickety and openly sneer at the thought of doing me! He might be good looking, but it isn’t like he’s God’s gift to women. And he’s old. He must be at least forty-five. “So what are you doing here?” Wait a minute, it’s like he read my mind.
He sighed and shook his head. “I promised a friend I’d help you understand what has happened to you. And yes, I can read your thoughts.”
Freaky. A mind reader, but he knows what’s going on with my situation. Excitement suppressed her doubts. Finally, she was going to find out what happened. Perhaps she had some rare strange disease that only a few people knew about.
He studied her for a long moment with his intense black eyes and she had to resist the urge to squirm. Maybe she didn’t want to know what he was going to tell her.
“Your condition is the result of…an accident. My friend didn’t mean to get carried away and turn you into one of the living dead.”
“The what?” How did she manage to get hooked up with these weirdoes? “Are you frigging nuts?” His dark glare stopped her from saying more.
“For your information, I’m saner than you’re going to feel shortly.” He held up a hand to stop her question. “Let me finish before you start with your questions.” His voice teetered on boredom as he went on to explain what happened to her Halloween night.
The story may have bored him, but by the time he completed his tale, she was boiling mad. “You’re telling me I’m a vampire.”
This man was certifiable. Vampires only existed in horror movies and at costume parties. “Then what does that make you, if you’re friends with this individual who took a bite out of me?”
“A much older and wiser vampire than you or my young friend who created you.” He adjusted the collar of his coat. “Now, do you want to benefit from some of my knowledge or do you wish to continue with your delusion that I’m insane.”
A little flick of fear ran down Deb’s spine. What if he was telling her the truth? What if she had been turned into a vampire? That would explain why the doctor pronounced her dead. She was, what did Daniel call it…one of the living dead.
“So, did your friend or whatever you call him, need virgin’s blood to survive or what?”
The Experienced One grimaced. “I call him Aaron, or sometimes refer to him as my protégé, and yes, he is my friend. As for the virgin’s blood, if that was the case he’d be in real trouble on the survival issue with his selection of you, wouldn’t he?”
Rand opened his eyes and groaned. His attempt to move sent pain ripping through his body and someone was using his head as a drum. Not even the dim lights and the soothing croon of Barry Manilow in the background made him feel any better, but at least someone had good taste in music.
Damn, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
The closing of a drawer drew his attention toward an open door into what appeared to be the bathroom. A woman came into view and stopped. The light behind her made the t-shirt she wore transparent and did nothing to hide the curves beneath it.
“You’re awake.” She advanced toward him, and from the light of the bedside lamp he could see the deep rich honey color of the long braid hanging over her shoulder. “Do you need to go outside, or are you not up to that yet?”
Why the hell did she talk to him like a child? Oh yeah. That’s right. You’re a dog.
Memories of the earlier part of his evening came rushing back. Chasing the yellow tom had been exhausting, but the vehicle slamming into him had been worse. Yeah, guess he had been hit by a truck, or at the very least an SUV.
His sisters were dead when he got his hands on them.
Along with the events from earlier, a fuzzy recollection of talking to a grey and white cat while he was stretched out on a stainless steel table, tickled around the edges of his memory. What was it the creature had said? Right. This must be the vet the cat raved about. The feline beast seems to think this woman is a goddess. I can vouch for the fact she sure looks like one.