#SongLyricSunday ♫ “Running Up That Hill” – Placebo


Daybreakers was one of the best vampire films ever made. If you’ve never seen it, you’re missing out. Imagine, the world is completely run by vampires going about their 9-5 jobs every night, just trying to survive, pay their bills and put food on the table, while their corrupt government is hiding the drastic blood shortage to avoid mass panic, and simultaneously covering up the rabid vampire epidemic steadily growing worse – plus sending military-op style hunting parties out to track down the few remaining humans on the planet that have managed to escape capture and are undoubtedly planning a revolution.

O_o I’ll let you draw your own conclusion on where the writer was going with all those parallels. In the meantime, don’t forget to stop by Jim’s blog, A Unique Title For Me, to join in the fun or check out all of the other song picks for today!

This week’s theme is: Hill / Mountain

Although, this is a cover, I’ve never heard the original by Kate Bush. The Daybreakers soundtrack turned this Placebo version into an instant success, but I’m not familiar with the band or any of their other songs. It’s never too late to start, I suppose. 😀 Enjoy!

It doesn’t hurt me
You want to feel how it feels
You want to know? Know that it doesn’t hurt me
You want to hear about the deal I’m making?

(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, ooh

You don’t want to hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder
And there’s a thunder in our hearts, baby
So much hate for the ones we love
Tell me we both matter, don’t we?

(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me…
(If I only could, be running up that hill)
You and me won’t be unhappy

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could, ooh…

C’mon, baby, c’mon darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, ooh

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems

(If I only could, be running up that hill…)


Songwriters: Kate Bush
Lyrics found on Google and adjusted by me to match this cover
Running up That Hill lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I do not own any rights to this song, the lyrics or the video. All rights remain with the artists and their respective agents. No copyright infringement intended.


⚜️ Always & Forever ⚜️


L-R Back row: Hope (Summer Fontana), Hayley (Phoebe Tonkin), Freya (Riley Voelkel), Elijah (Daniel Gillies), Kol (Nathaniel Buzolic). Front row: Niklaus (Joseph Morgan) and Rebekah (Claire Holt).

All good things come to an end…even when thousands of fans cry, kick, scream and pound their fists (aka hashtags) against the entertainment industry. Another favorite TV show is about to see its series finale, but at least they’re going out in their prime and not after they’ve sucked the life essence out of their ratings. Yes, that was a vampire pun, you may laugh now.


L-R: Camille (Leah Pipes), Elijah (Daniel Gillies), Marcel (Charles Michael Davis), Klaus (Jospeh Morgan), Hayley (Phoebe Tonkin), Davina (Danielle Campbell) and Vincent (Yusuf Gatewood)

But what does that mean for my new-found favorite actors and actresses? The absolute worst part about seeing a popular TV show come to an end, is that 9 times out of 10, those actors slip into oblivion and we never hear from them again. Phoebe Tonkin and Claire Holt were already stars in both Australia (think mermaids) and America (think the L.J. Smith book-turned-show that completely tanked), but what about the rest of the cast?


Charles Michael Davis as


Marcellus “Marcel” Gerard

Charles Michael Davis–in my blunt opinion–should be a household name for coming on screen and owning it time and time again. He also made his directing debut during Season 4, so maybe he’ll be spending more time behind a camera, rather than in front one? (That would be a crying shame!) Unfortunately, this super sexy actor doesn’t even have a single social media account, so I can’t stalk…er…follow him to find out what he has in store next!


Joseph Morgan played…wait for it…a total backstabbing douche in the movie The Immortals with Luke Evans and Mickey Rourke, so that’s not really showing he has much range as an actor. But in The Originals, Klaus was hands-down the most complex character on the show, so I really hope that’s gotten Joseph noticed. And while Daniel Gillies is just as talented, I personally think he needs to take a little break from acting and become my personal book cover model, because the man is the walking epitome of suit-porn. Just sayin’.

I also want to note here that even though accents are supposed to be like acting 101 basics, I still think the native Aussie, Phoebe Tonkin, should be highly commended for her ability to pull off an extremely convincing American accent. Yes, I know she managed it just fine as Faye Chamberlain in The Secret Circle, but on The Originals, she was surrounded by Brits and Aussies who didn’t have to give up their native accents whatsoever. That had to have taken a lot of focus.


The Originals series pioneered the way for spin-off shows in a way no other show had ever done before on the CW (possibly any network?) – it was a MASSIVE success. I fell in love with the villainous, Viking era original vampires, the Mikaelsons, when they were in Mystic Falls causing all kinds of mayhem on The Vampire Diaries. Klaus quickly became that evil bastard you loved to hate and hated to love, but couldn’t get enough of either way. He made Damon Salvatore look like a puppy dog and when they all left the show, VD started a rapid decline.

Le Grand Guignol

Then, the Mikaelson family got their own show, and headed south to reclaim their long-lost home in NOLA, and we got introduced to a whole new cast of characters to fall head-over-heels for, or hate, or mourn…it’s a supernatural TV show, not everyone lives…or can be killed…or stays dead – you get the point! (Ha! Get it? Point. This is too easy.)

Reigning Pain in New Orleans

I don’t know about any of the other fans, but The Originals quickly surpassed their parent show, TVD, by a landslide and I found myself preferring the spin-off over…well, the original. Hey, I didn’t name the show, some puns can’t be avoided. It was darker, dirtier, sexier and deeper in an emotional way that didn’t have you rolling your eyes and groaning “OMG is she crying again?” (VD fans, you know who I’m talking about). Bloody, gory, seductive and full of ancient magic, obscure lore, witches, vampires, wolves and hybrids – all amplified by the unmistakable atmosphere of New Orleans.

The Originals also got a reputation for the unexpected shock, the one that leaves the audience staring at the screen with jaws dropped and a “WTF just happened?!” look on their faces. Mostly, because it doesn’t always happen during the ‘final’ episode of the season when people actually expect to get a little surprise.

Yes, I know, Game of Thrones still gets the iron crown for its unparalleled shocking episodes, but the audience expects it now, so it’s not really that shocking to get shocked by GoT anymore. If fans were smart, they stopped routing for anyone after the first season, anyway!


And so I conclude this partial tantrum, mostly tribute to yet another series I will stomp my feet and pout about losing so much that I won’t even watch the last season until it shows up on Netflix, so I can delay the inevitable. At least I still have the Neverending Story…aka Supernatural. And Lucifer. Oh, yeah, I love me some Lucifer. 😉

Stop judging and watch the trailer…. O_o … Wait, the trailer is full of spoilers, so if you’re a newbie to TO, skip the trailer and go watch the show. Seriously, what’s the hold up?

Are you a fan of The Originals? Who is or was your favorite character? I can’t pick a favorite. I’m going to miss them all.

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Blog Tour ♥ Kellen’s Tempting Mate by: Elle Boon!

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A NOT SO NAÏVE SHE-WOLF: Laikyn O’Neil has loved Kellen for years. Thinking to prove her love, she sets out to learn how to be a good submissive, only to find herself needing a savior.

THE RELUCTANT ALPHA: When Kellen Styles finds Laikyn in the last place he expected, he rides to her rescue, but then can’t stop his dominant needs from taking over. Sure that he has moved too soon, he backs off to give Laikyn time to come to terms with the fact that they are mates. Instead she leaves, thinking he didn’t want her.

AN UNDENIABLE BOND: Kellen is determined to claim his tempting mate and earn her forgiveness, and nothing and no one will stand in his way. When their world is suddenly rocked off its axis by vampires, fey and more, their pack will have to unite with these strangers in order to defeat the beings that threaten those they love.

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Story Excerpt

“You would have saved me,” Laikyn said against his lips.

Her faith in him made him feel ten feet tall. “I’ll always protect you. You come first, middle, and last in my world. My every waking breath will be filled with your scent. I need you, Laikyn.”

“We should help Rowan unload the trailer into the barn for the night.” Laikyn nuzzled against his neck.

She fit him. He called her his kitten, and the way she was rubbing up against him, the soft little sighs, he truly thought the name appropriate, even though they were wolves.

“Alright, let’s get it done, so I can make you mine properly.” Kellen opened his door, climbing out with Laikyn in his arms.

“It’s a good thing you’re such a big man, Kellen.” Laikyn wrapped her arms around his neck.

He looked down at her. “Why’s that,” he asked letting her slide down the front of his body.

“You’re always picking me up, and I’m far from a small chick.” She stood on her toes and kissed his beard stubbled chin.

Kellen gripped her ass, bringing her flush with his hard-on. “Thank god for that. I love how you fit against me.”

Banging on the door had him growling. “Damn that Rowan.”

She laughed. “He is probably wanting to get home and practice making babies.”

“Boy needs to figure that shit out,” Kellen mumbled striding to the door.

At the door Rowan and Lyric stood with worried expressions. Rowan held his hand up, ready to knock again. “I know how to make babies. I just enjoy the practice. Tell her we are ready to do the making and its game on. Now, what the fuck happened?”

They spent the next few minutes getting the trailer in the barn, then Kellen ushered the couple into the large log home. After he shared the information Damien had given them, Rowan began to pace.

“How do we protect the entire pack if he decides to pull the same shit on them that he did on you two?”

“Forewarned is forearmed, man. Besides, I can share with everyone at once.” Kellen kept his tone level.

Lyric stood in front of Rowan. “He’s the alpha, remember.”

“So do you send out a call or text?” Humor laced Rowan’s voice, but Kellen saw through to the real worry.

Kellen nodded. “Something like that. I believe a mind-fuck some might call it, but I will do a little love tap first. I hate to bombard everyone at once, however it must be done now. I’m going to give Xan a heads up first.” Kellen gave Laikyn a kiss. “You will have to ignore his snarly attitude.”

“What do you mean?” Laikyn blinked up at him.

“I don’t plan to keep you out, so when I tap on Xan’s mind, he’ll more than likely be snarling back at me. Ignore him.”

Within minutes Kellen and Xan were mind-speaking, luckily he and Breezy weren’t in the process of doing the deed, making the snarling minimal. As Kellen’s second, Xan would help Kellen funnel the information throughout the pack.

“I say we use Rowan and his link with Lyric as well. He’s a strong alpha, not to mention a force to be reckoned with,” Xan suggested.


About Elle Boon


Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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♥ Release Blitz & Review ♥ The Burning by: Susan Squires! ♥

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TITLE – The Burning
SERIES – The Companion Series
AUTHOR – Susan Squires
GENRE – Regency Paranormal Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – July 21, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 122,752 words
PUBLISHER – Independent
COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media

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Award-winning, bestselling author Susan Squires brings you into a world of erotic temptation that comes alive at night and thrives on our darkest secrets and longings. Take the journey to an unforgettable place in the heart of darkness and desire…


It is 1821 and all who know the beautiful, mysterious Ann Van Helsing believe she is insane. Yet Ann’s curse is the deep psychic ability that shows her everything about another human being—their history, thoughts and desires—simply by touching them. Overwhelmed by a power she can barely control, Ann roams the quiet woods and caves near her estate, searching for an elusive peace. Here she encounters the man who will change everything…


To atone for an unforgivable transgression against his own kind, vampire Stephan Sincai has become a vigilante who must hunt and kill those whom other vampires have made. When Ann discovers Stephen bleeding in her cave, she reaches tries to help him. The moment she touches him she knows every fiber of Stephens being—and the knowledge is at once frightening and irresistible…


Ann and Stephen are drawn together by a powerful force. As they fight against the evil surrounding them, an enemy bent on destroying them will make them choose between what they love and what they fear the most….


Romantic Times (4 ½ star review) on The Companion

My Review

Title: The Burning
Author: Susan Squires
Genre: Paranormal Historical Erotic Romance
Rating: 4.5 ‘s

Ah, to be reacquainted with my first true love! The Burning was both a unique and a nostalgic read for me, taking me back to my teenage years where I first fell for the allure of the lone, brooding vampire.  Not to mention, anyone who’s ever read Bram Stoker’s Dracula will absolutely appreciate the details the author merely alludes to – just enough – to have your mind wandering down familiar connections.  Susan Squires has no problem transporting her readers to another time and place with the perfect amount of detail, authentic dialect and an exquisite vocabulary.  Most importantly, she knows how to keep the plot revving up and up, so you’re constantly on the edge of your seat!

This story has a well-rounded, fully-fleshed-out cast of characters ready to be loved, hated or just felt sorry for.  Truly, the main characters were a blessing.  I loved Ann Van Helsing like I haven’t loved a female protagonist in a very, very long time!  She was an absolute joy to spend time with, watch flourish and follow through all of her trials and victories.  Stephan Sincai… what can I say?  He is not your typical vampire.  In fact, I found him refreshingly accepting of his immortal needs. Yet, he bears all of the hallmarks of the classic, Victorian undead we’ve come to know and love.  Despite being born a vampire, rather than turned into one, the author still found a way to make him struggle with eternal damnation, guilt, humanity and the quest for atonement.

The Burning is a true Victorian era novel in the respect that it’s full of inescapable feelings of constriction, oppression, frustration, loneliness, betrayal and utter helplessness that often feels too heavy to wade through.  This has always been a double-edged sword for me as a reader and reminds me of why I no longer rush out to buy this particular time-period book.  On one hand I loathe the stifling negativity, yet on the other hand, it’s the very essence that gives those plot points such an impact.  Regardless, the author really nailed the Victorian era down pat, especially in the lack of freedom and choices women, particularly well-bred women, had during that time.  I did find the constant interruption of flashbacks quite daunting, though.  One or two would’ve been understandable, but if there’s that much backstory to tell, I feel it should have its own section, so it can be read in its entirety, rather than continuously disrupting the energy of the present plot.

In short, I would highly recommend The Burning to any reader.  Susan Squires seamlessly introduces a unique, paranormal element into a spot-on historical and never shies away from the graphic details, whether it’s carnal, horrific or the facts of daily life in the 1800’s, the combination offers a suspenseful, erotic romance with political fringes and the intensity of a thriller all wrapped up into one amazing story.  It’s one of those rare jewels sure to stick with you long after you’ve finished reading!




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They ran their hands over his body. There were three of them. Their palms rubbed his chest, his hips and thighs, and the bulge of his biceps where his wrists were bound above his head. The nails scraped lightly, threatening. He knew what was to come. The stone bench on which he lay was hard against the bare flesh of his buttocks and shoulders, but the room was warm. They loved heat. It was a true luxury in the winter of the Carpathian Mountains. The only illumination came from the fire licking at the logs in the great stone arches. Above him, their faces hung, unreal in the flickering light. Their eyes glowed red. Now they would compel him. Their low moans filled the little room cut into the rocky heart of the monastery. He knew every crevice in its stone by now. This room held his torment and possibly his salvation.

“Test him well, tonight, sisters,” one of them whispered. Her breasts brushed his belly.

“Is he worthy of our father’s trust?” another breathed into his ear.

He felt his loins throb, tight with a need he dared not indulge. He had no idea whether they compelled that need, or whether it belonged to him. A tongue found his nipple. He could not help but arch up into it. The chains clanked. A hand cupped his balls. He felt the scrape of canines at his throat. They wanted blood tonight. He waited for the pain. How would he bear their ministrations in the long hours ahead?

You deserve this, he told himself. A thousand years of torment would not atone for your crimes. You have one chance at redemption and they will help you to it.

He breathed as they had taught him. He focused inward, searching for an island of control. His shoulders relaxed. All emotion drained slowly away. The piercing of his carotid was a fact of pain, no more. One of them sucked at his throat while the others kept him roused.

But now he was ready for whatever they might do to him. He would become what was required. No matter the cost, he would atone.

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Susan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. Susan’s work has won multiple contests including the Holt Medallion, the Golden Heart and the Book Buyer’s Best Award and reviewer’s choice awards from RT BookReviews. Publisher’s Weekly named Body Electric one of the most influential mass market books of 2003 and One with the Shadows, the fifth in her vampire Companion Series, a Best book of 2007. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly.

Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and three very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.




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Interview With a Vampesque Type Being

So, the Daily Prompters are asking us to commit plagiarism today and then call it flattery.  I’m not sure how blurred the lines are between imitation and copyright infringement, so I’m going to do a little “Borrowing.”  One of my favorite authors (as I’ve mentioned at least 1,000,000 times already), is the uncontested Queen of Fiction, Anne Rice, and the very first book I ever read of hers is the one I mangled in the title of my blog.  De (pour) rendre hommage, as we would say in one of Mrs. Rice’s favorite languages, I will now conduct my own interview with one of my vamp-like characters, Damascus.  Children under the age of 18, shoo…go play somewhere else.

A.C. Melody’s First Attempt At A Character Interview

AC: Welcome to my blog.  Today we have special guest, Damascus Redford, star of Blood & Brimstone and the art piece titled Dmitri.  Damascus, thank you for taking time out of your busy torturing, strip-club managing, whoring around schedule to be with us this evening.

DR: My pleasure. :grins slow and dark:

I can already feel my blood chilling…

AC: Let’s begin with clarifying exactly what kind of supernatural being you are.  I called you vamp-like for our readers’ sake, but could you elaborate on that?

DR: :grimaces: We’re not vampires, but we stopped arguing that point thousands of years ago.  We are – were – the Elementals of nature, until someone decided to trap us in physical form. Now we need regular replenishment, depending on how much energy we use.  For example, my element is Fire, and being the glutton that I am, I’ve been slowly feeding off of your body heat this entire time. 

AC: :clears throat: Huh, I hadn’t noticed.  So, then it’s safe to say that Water, Air and Earth Elementals all do the same thing?  Use humans as natural resources?

DR: Spilling secrets of an unknown supernatural species… sure, that should be safe.  You’re correct.  But, we’ve learned how to take a little from a lot, rather than explain body counts.   Walking through large crowds can be quite efficient. Owning the hottest erotic dance club on The Strip doesn’t hurt much either. 

AC: [mutters under breath: Certainly explains the strip pole mounted in your living room.]  You are actually bonded to a Water El.  How does that work, exactly?

DR: It doesn’t, and I wouldn’t call it a bond as much as a curse.  We were enemies, so The Winds Clan Council decreed that we would be eternally linked as punishment for our part in the Territory Wars.  Linked, as in, we only get the full experience when we’re together, if you know what I mean… Did you want to try the pole?

AC: Focus, Dmitri, geesh, one track mind much?  The Winds Clan Council.  Is that the same as the Air Elemental Clan?

DR: Hell, no.  They’re… well, ever read The Odyssey?

AC: Oh, those winds.

DR: Trust me.  You only ever want to meet Aeolus never… once, if never is unavoidable, and he’s the only one out of the lot with any kind of a conscience. 

Claims the Inquisitor with a St. Andrew’s Cross built into each of his homes…

AC: So if your bond – sorry, curse – with Berlin is permanent, yet your Elementals clash, how exactly do you go about continuing your man whoring ways?

DR: :Grinning again: Cleverly.  Berlin and I can share neutral lovers, like Air or Earth Els, but in order for us to have sex with one of our own clan – without the added help, yet all of the pleasure – we have to ‘loan’ some of our Elemental to the other, and take some in return.  Not exactly the most pleasant experience unless you’re into receiving excruciating pain.

AC: :blinks at Damascus with a bland expression, before continuing on: Why not just go for humans?  I mean there’s a lot of attractive humans out there.

DR: :Busts out laughing: I said we were avoiding body counts!  Do you know what an Elemental would do to a human at the height of passion?  I’d rather not have my favorite appendage inside of a frozen or jerky-fied corpse, thank you very much.  Besides, humans can’t handle the kind of pain I like to dish out – and that’s just the foreplay.  :wiggles eyebrows:

AC: Sooooooo… it sounds like what you and Berlin really need is like a hybrid.  Half Fire, Half Water-

DR: :Lurches forward in his seat: Don’t tease me, woman! You know that’s impossible!  A Fire and Water El can’t actually fuck each other.

AC: No, no… you’re right… I guess I’m just an author, with the meek little powers of ‘I can do whatever the hell I want,’ but what do I know?  I’m just a breakable, drainable human. 

DR: I love you.

AC: Awe…Suck up.   And that concludes our interview for tonight, dear readers.  Next time, I’ll try to invite someone a little more well rounded.

DR: At least I come by my issues naturally… Good night, everyone, Happy Whoring – and remember if you’re ever in Vegas… you’re fair game. 

AC: Nice. :shake my head:

DR: What?

AC: I think you need another visit with Aeolus. 

DR: Oh, now who’s the sadist?!


Thank You for Sucking the Life Out of My Tomatoes!


The first ‘vampire’ novel I ever read was the children’s book Bunnicula by Deborah and James Howe.  If you’ve never heard of it – or had children who read it – the story is told by a dog, who suspects that the new family pet is a vampire.  The evidence seems to support his suspicions when, each morning, an innocent ‘veggie-victim’ is found with all of its juices and color drained and two peculiar puncture marks left behind.

I mention this memory, because it was the innocent start to what would end up being a constant and sordid companion on my life’s journey.  Bunnicula was the first in a long, sinuous string of vampire novels: L.J. Smith and Anne Rice provided a fix for everything supernatural.  Anno Dracula by Kim Newman will always be one of my favorites and thanks to Francis Ford Coppola’s contribution to my addiction, I also spent time poring over the actual history of the fifteenth century Wallachian Prince, Vlad Tepes.  He was far, far more badass than any ‘vampire’ of story.

I was also the only 14 year old who knew what Porphyria was.  Well, except for maybe Doogie Howser.

It’s no big shocker then, to confess that I have a huge pile of supernatural novels in the works, or finished – or just scribbled out to get to later – and yes, 99.98% of them have something to do with vampires.  I’m not ashamed of this – or, at least, I wasn’t until I was discussing a short story I wanted to submit to a magazine with my ‘Editor In Chief,’ (You know who you are), who decided to point out that what was once synonymous with horror; conjuring blood-chilling fright, breath-stealing nightmares and visions of haunted, creepy castles, was now only synonymous with emo-crazed teens.  Wtf?  When the hell did that happen?

Ooooh… right.  It was that movie, that led to that TV show, that later led to that spin-off show and then before you know it, THAT friggin’ YA series is published and a WHOLE new standard for what the curse of the ‘vampire’ should mean is set in sparkling stone rather than lichen covered, blood drenched granite!  The world goes insane and before long, every publisher is bleeding new vampire and werewolf stories from every vein.

Alas, the faddish element of the genre bleeds out, growing weaker and weaker…leaving me with a whole slew of vampire and werewolf stories that I no longer feel as confident about.  I could vow that I started writing some of them long before the vampire went Disney.  That I wasn’t inspired by the craze (or even the Underworld films, which would be a closer comparison.)  I could even go as far as saying, “But, mine are different!  They’re not the same as ANY other vampire novels out there!” and it falls on editorial ears already numbed by a million writers who made that same proclamation before me.

Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a rant over other people’s successes, or a pity-party because I was late for that ship – I’m glad it’s sailed.  It will come around again, that at least seems a regular ebb and flow in this industry.  It is, however, an acknowledgment that for the first time in my creative journey, an outside source has caused me to take pause over my own work.  It’s a statement that I’m now torn between rehashing the whole species type listed on my character’s bios and screaming in utter defiance that “I WILL NOT STOP WRITING ABOUT THE THINGS I LOVE MOST!”

So, it is with this half-pouting, half-determined stance that I salute all of the muses with a select couple of fingers and say: “Thanks!  Thanks a-frickin-lot for sucking all of the life out of my inspiration tomatoes, you creative vamps!”