So grab your coffee or beverage of choice, sit back, and please give a warm welcome to my friend, Faith V. Smith, author of Kensington Soul. Faith, thank you for stopping by to gab today.
Thanks for having me. Today I wanted to discuss the pull of attraction between:
Vamps And Me!
Ever wonder what it is about a tall, dark, or even blond vampire that makes a heroine go completely weak in the knees? Well, as an author and an avid reader, I have to tell you it’s got to be the mysterious air they have. The I’ve been around and know what I want attitude and when they want you or the heroine...lol, it is fascinating.
I’ve never been a fan of vampiric movies. I’ve always been too scared to open my eyes when it comes to the gory parts. So, what possessed me to start a series with vampires?
Well, it started with a dream and I entered the bit I wrote into a contest, which I did not place, but I continued to write Zacke and Miranda’s story in Kensington’s Soul. In the meantime, I’d been an avid reader of Christine Feehan’s heroes as well as Angela Knight’s books and Sherrilyn Kenyon’s. The more I read the more I fell into the plots of these books. I think we all fantasize about men who will love us as we are, make us feel we are the only one, and take us away from all the inhibitions we’ve developed over the years.
Face it, if we say no and they convince us, then it’s their fault right? Any who, I would love to hear from you about your love affair with fangy heroes of romance. You can reach me at my website: www.faithvsmith.com.
In the meantime, please enjoy this excerpt from Kensington’s Soul.
He stood still, afraid to move
in the deafening silence.
He could hear her heart beating within her chest. He wondered if she could hear the racing of his own heart.
“It must have been the wind.” Miranda’s words broke the quiet.
The disappointment he heard in her voice prompted him to step forward. He stopped himself before he reached the bed and took her in his arms. It would do no good to frighten her to death. Calling back his concentration, which had scattered to the four winds upon hearing his name, he whispered a comfort prayer. He completed it with an urgent command for her to sleep.
The sun’s rays now crested the treetops. He needed to be gone. But still he didn’t move. He waited until Miranda slid back down in the bed and her breathing relaxed before he allowed his desire to overcome his common sense.
He approached her slumbering body. The purity of her face, still marred by a score of tear-tracks, looked beautiful beyond belief. Although he felt the rays of the sun heat his skin, he had one more thing to do: a safety prayer to keep Gabriella out along with any henchmen she might send to do her dirty work.
That done, Zacke leaned down and brushed her lips with his own. The sweetness pulling at him threatened to drop him to his knees. He fought the urge to lie at her side. It would mean his death—but to die in Miranda’s arms would be worth the agony.
About Faith V. Smith
Faith started her journey to publication when she joined the Romance board at iVillage.com, where she has long since become a community leader. She has written book reviews for Bridges Magazine, MyShelf.com, and for the past six years, Romantic Times Book Reviews. She also pens a column for a local magazine. Her path veered into editing and marketing for a small press before she joined The Wild Rose Press staff. Her dream of having her own work published is a blessing and an honor. Faith resides in the south with her daughter Amanda, memories of her now angel husband Rick, and a special zoo crew of furry babies.
Visit her at www.faithvsmith.com