When a writer first creates a character, it's absolutely amazing how they become a part of our lives. As a reader, we love getting to know a hero or heroine, but when those characters coming from your own mind, move and entertain someone else, there is no other feeling like it.
I stand corrected. I could compare it to sharing baby pictures of your children of grandchildren, sure whoever sees them will be just as delighted with your babies are you are. That feeling is about as close as I can get to an accurate analogy.
The Return was difficult because it involved combining the characters from books #1 and #2, and tying up past story-lines by bringing them all together in one central place with one final adventure.
Of course, when you put characters from two different stories together, you never know what new relationships may develop.
This excerpt is between two supporting characters, but as you may see, they might have a story of their own to tell...
Meet Jacobe and Mena...
“Is there some particular reason you find it necessary to follow me everywhere I go?” Mena tramped along the edge of the river bank in a heated tizzy. “I mean just how far do I have to go to get away?”
“That all depends. Are you running from me or yourself?”
Mena stopped and glared at the tall, unbelievably handsome yet infuriating vampire that had rubbed her wrong ever since she first laid eyes on him. The last thing she wanted or needed was to deal with some pig-headed vampire with a hero complex. “Jacobe, seriously, give it up. I’m too damn old for this crap.”
“You’re right about that. You should have outgrown childish tantrums a century ago.”
Mena narrowed her gaze as anger burned through her stomach like a wildfire. “Piss off.”
Jacobe laughed and shook his head. “I’m surprised your face doesn’t turn as red as your hair when you get this mad.”
“I’m warning you. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me for caring?”
She eyed him up and down. Why was he doing this? “Stop.”
“If you don’t I’ll—I’ll…”
“You’ll what, Mena?”
Mena’s gut twisted. In one fluid movement, her fangs jutted down and her vision sharpened. Her anger released the vampire within and she lunged for Jacobe.
In mid-swing, Jacobe deflected the blow, grabbed her arm, pinned it behind her back and leaned over her shoulder. “You can come at me all day. You’re out of shape and not fit to fight a vampire equal to your standing,” he hissed in her ear.
“Let go of me,” she growled, struggling to break his hold.
Jacobe wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. “Not until you understand.”
Mena fought the urge to cry as tears stung her eyes. His breath cascaded across her neck, sending ripple after ripple of chills across her skin. Her body trembled and she hated that he could feel her reacting to his touch. Why won’t he just leave me alone? “Understand what?”
“Understand that you aren’t the bitch you try to make yourself out to be and that you won’t burst into flames if you show who you really are.”
His words danced across her mind, tempting her with the thought of relenting, just for once in her miserable existence. If only she could be vulnerable. If only she could allow herself to show compassion or Lord forbid, weakness.
It had been nearly a century since she last allowed herself the pleasure of feeling something other than resentment and anger. Seeing Jason across the room that night at the Bacchanalia, revealed more about him than his Mardi Gras mask hid, and was the last time in her life she recalled feeling anything at all. God help her, she loved him once. Now, he hated her as much as she hated herself.
“Jacobe,” she whispered. “Some things are better off broken.”He tightened his grip. “I’ve been broken before, and trust me, it’s not worth the effort to hide it.”
“Being broken for a short time is one thing. Being broken since the beginning is something totally different.” Mena pressed the back of her head against his chest. His scent infiltrated her nostrils, inciting feelings she hadn’t had in far too long. Her stomach muscles loosened and a wave of nausea sloshed against her sides.
His lips grazed her neck and her chest began to heave as she struggled to breathe. Heat pooled between her legs. An erotic thrill engulfed her flesh and she lowered her arm. She eased her free hand back and felt the breadth of the man behind her. His thighs, flexed taut and his hold stiffened as he reinforced his stance.
“Beg all you want, I’m not releasing you, Mena.”
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