#Author Gabrielle Bisset talks stubborn #heroines and the #vampires who love them.
Hey everyone! I hope you’ll give a warm welcome to Gabrielle Bisset, who is here to talk about stubborn heroines and give us an excerpt from her third Sons of Navarus novel, BLOOD SPIRIT.
Thanks to Jenn for having me here at her blog today to celebrate the release of the third book in the Sons of Navarus series, Blood Spirit. Be sure to read on after the post for information on how to enter the Blood Spirit/Sons of Navarus Paranormal Fall Fling giveaway. There are weekly prizes and a grand prize at the end of the fling, so don’t miss it!
I like strong heroines. I’m not talking about the kick ass kind, which are okay if they don’t get in the way of what my hero’s doing. No, I mean the mentally and emotionally strong kind. If there’s anything that can be said about my leading ladies, it’s that they’re strong that way.
In Blood Spirit, Ilona continues that tradition of strength. Unlike Sasa from Blood Avenged, who possesses a quiet strength, and Solenne from Blood Betrayed, whose strength is far more aggressive, Ilona’s strength is based on that classic from old movies of yesterday—stubbornness.
When I began writing her character, I knew she’d be strong but very quickly her interactions with Terek turned into two forces meeting head on. While he’s very confident but in a quiet way, she’s forthright in a very vocal way that meshes well with her stubbornness. When she has an opinion, she states it. I like that about Ilona. She’s the kind of woman who forces a man to realize things he may not want to admit about himself. Terek needed that. He’d had it too easy for too long, which is never a good thing for a man.
Here’s a sample of Ilona and Terek:
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the vampire you hope for, but I don’t want to die, Terek. I was wrong.”
“Do you still feel the hunger or pain?”
Cautiously, she inhaled and then exhaled. “My ribs feel much better. How did you do that?”
Terek smiled, happy to know his blood had begun to heal her. “I’m your sire. My blood is what made you vampire, so my blood can heal you better than any other in the world.”
“And the hunger? Is that the same?”
Bringing his wrist to his mouth, he slid his tongue over the holes and closed them. “For now, my blood is what you need to connect you to our world.”
“So someday I won’t need your blood to do that?”
Terek felt a tiny stab at his heart. “Do you wish to be free of me so quickly?”
Shaking her head, Ilona frowned. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just curious.”
“My blood will always be what you crave most, but no, you won’t always need it as you do now.”
Ilona was silent, but he could tell she had something on her mind. Once again, he attempted to read her thoughts, but heard nothing.
To find out, he’d have to do things the old-fashioned way. He’d have to ask.
“What’s wrong, Ilona?”
She slid up and pressed her back against the pillows. He saw by her expression that she was concerned about something but didn’t expect the question she next asked.
“Do you love all these women?”
“Yes. In my own way, I love every one of them.”
A look of confusion replaced the look of concern. “Do you sleep with all of them?”
“Yes, I have.”
Swinging her legs past him, she stood from the bed and looked down at him. “I have no desire to be part of a harem.”
“You will if I say you will.” Harem? This was his house, not a harem, he thought defensively.
“No, I won’t. I don’t know what the rules of being a vampire are, but unless all sires are like you, I’m guessing I don’t have to be one of your concubines.”
Terek stared at her in amazement. “Concubines?”
“I’m thinking you’ve never met a woman like me, but that doesn’t matter. I don’t know how long you’ve been a vampire, but this isn’t the Stone Ages.”
Any romantic notions he’d had just minutes earlier were dashed by her staring down at him with her hands on her hips and her impudent mouth firmly set. Oh, he’d met someone like her before, long ago.
Terek stood and looked down into her stubborn eyes. God, she so reminded him of that one soul in the world who’d possessed him heart, mind, and body all those centuries ago. “I see you have a typical Spanish temper. Well, don’t worry. I’m patient.”
As she walked off in a huff, he smiled. Yes, he’d known another Spanish beauty like her. If he didn’t watch out, he’d end up just as he had with that one.
Don’t worry. I promise it’s not all fighting. They’re that passionate about love too. 😉
Thanks again to Jenn for having me here today, and I hope readers will stop over at my blog to enter the Paranormal Fall Fling giveaway. There are weekly prizes and grand prizes at the end of the fling with gift cards, ebooks, and cool Sons of Navarus swag. Visit http://gbisset.blogspot.com/p/paranormal-fall-fling.html to enter!
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