And as my hour closes, well turn to my next theme. First Meetings. Thats one of my favorite parts of a good romance. My 2nd Urban Fantasy romance, IRONIC SACRIFICE isnt historical, but I think it might be the most unique 1st meeting scene Ive ever written. The heroine is a touch clairvoyant whose powers have grown so unbearable that she wants to kill herself to stop them. When she comes upon a vampire in a dark alley about to prey on a woman she thinks shes found a blissful end, but its really a beginning she could never imagine. What was your favorite 1st meeting scene? Comment to win an e-copy of your choice of any of my books. “Wait!” she cried out, surprising herself. Those glowing eyes now turned upon her, freezing her heart. Jayden stumbled back with an icy intake of breath. “Yes?” The whisper was silky, invoking tendrils of fire in her belly despite the chill of the night and its events. “D-don’t k-kill her,” she found herself stammering. “T-take me in-instead. I want to die.” The vampire laughed. Its mocking tone struck a sharp chord within her soul. This laughter had haunted her dreams many times before. “You know what I am, don’t you?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice like spun sugar. Jayden nodded. “And you know this woman for the foul selfish creature she is too, don’t you …Jayden?” She had felt his mind whispering against hers since their eyes met, but the shock of his learning her name almost stole her breath… or perhaps it was the intimate way in which he spoke it. “Y-yes. I saw,” she admitted, unwilling to show her fear of him. “She deserves to die. Surely you cannot argue with that.” “I am not one to pass judgment,” Jayden stated plainly. “Nor, do I think are you…Razvan.” The ancient, foreign-sounding name came to her like a curveball. The woman stared at them both dumbly. Her gaping lips opened and closed like those of a dying fish. She didn’t even bother struggling in her captor’s grip. Razvan chuckled and twirled his short black goatee with one long finger, regarding Jayden like she was an amusing new toy. “And you offer yourself in her place, you say?” She nodded and again the rich mocking laughter rippled across her body, touching her in places that should never be touched. “A very powerful psychic I have come across,” he said musingly and crooked a finger, gesturing her to come forward. Unbidden, her feet carried her forward. It was a powerful mind trick. Jayden realized with trepidation that the vampire could probably make her do anything he wanted against her will, as if she were a puppet. When she was inches away from him he raised a hand and lifted a lock of her dirty hair, then let it drop. “A poor girl for a rich one, a vagabond for a socialite, a truth for a lie,” he murmured in a voice that brought goosebumps all over her flesh. “An ironic sacrifice, I do say. Very well, then. A life for a life.”
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