Title: A Single Heartbeat
Author: Morgan Elektra
Page number (approx): 46
Publisher: MLR Press (mlrbooks.com)Publication date: 12/29/16
Reviewed by Meredith
Nature made them adversaries, but one glance ignites a lust stronger than the need for blood.
After 200 years, the nightlife has lost its allure for Reese. A leader among his kind, owner of a nightclub that serves as a banquet of nubile flesh and hot blood, he is bored out of his mind.
His heart hasn't stirred in over a century.
Born to a line of vampire hunters, Will ventures out every day after dark to track down those creatures who have crossed the line from feeding to murder, and destroy them.
All he wants is one night off to drink and dance and maybe get laid.
Too bad it's not his lucky night. Or maybe it is?
Not even witnessing Will stake one of his brethren is enough to quell the lust that Reese feels from his first glimpse of the gorgeous hunter. And though Will knows how dangerous it could be to take the sensual invitation in Reese's dark eyes, he can't resist.
Will is a vampire hunter who decides to spend a night out with friends and just let loose. Of course it's to the nightclub Sang. Will and Reese have an insta-lust situation going on but, but how can that work, right?
I found this novella to be fast paced and tons of fun. It's extremely sexy and Will and Reese embracing their sexual desires is the reason for that.
I never mind novellas, going in I always know it's going to be on the short side. For this, I felt like there was so much more story left to tell. I hope this is just the beginning and that there will be more of these two in future books. It's really very entertaining and I enjoyed it a lot.
Someone’s eyes were on him, caressing his body like a sensual touch. Will let that feeling fill him as he twisted and swayed to the throbbing music. His skin tingled and heated, but he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t seek out that velvet gaze.
Every gyration seemed to shake off another layer of tension and exhaustion. The heat and press of so many bodies made him feel less alone. He basked in that, sweat prickling at this temples and trickling down his throat.
He let it all build inside him, thrumming in his blood and brain and gut. His cock thickened in his pants, pressing against the zipper.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, Will opened his eyes.
He didn’t have to search the crowd for even a second. As soon as he lifted his lids, he saw him. Half in shadow, his voyeur leaned against a wide column, arms crossed over his chest. His black suit was perfectly tailored to his long, lean body. The crisp, blue shirt underneath complemented the ebony hair and porcelain skin. He looked expensive and elegant, despite the scruff of stubble on his cheeks and chin.
But it was the look in his dark eyes that went right to the base of Will’s spine like a bolt of lightning.
It was feral and hungry and needy. Dangerous.
Just Will’s type.
Hi, my name Morgan, and I’m a bookaholic.
This is the absolute truth, and the secret to my desire to become an author.
Before I learned to read on my own, my father used to read to me. He had a big, ugly, daddy chair in the living room that was covered in this scratchy plaid (brown, beige, and green) fabric, and every night before bed he would read me a story while we sat in that chair. Mostly Dr. Seuss. I remember loving The Butter Battle Book in particular. And The Sneetches and Other Stories.
There was a room in the house we called the den, that had a woodstove and couches and bookshelves built into the walls. My parents had a decent book collection, including a shelf full of Andrew Lang’s colored fairy books and two entire shelves of original Nancy Drew hardbacks that belonged to my grandmother. Once I learned how to read on my own, I became obsessed with Nancy and her crew, and the Lang tales from so many different cultures and places in the world.
Books cracked open my skull and poured in all these fantastic, beautiful images. Mysteries, ghosts, jungles full of bright green leaves and tigers who could speak. I welcomed it, the way earth craves rain.
And when things get stressful, as they so often do in life, I still retreat into a book for a bit of R&R.
We don’t have a den in our house, but the advent of ebooks means I can have 500 titles at the tips of my fingers without taking up a whole room. My Kindle is full of a lot of romance and erotica, especially. While I’m willing to read just about anything, I crave my sexytimes and Happily-Ever-Afters.
There are a few series that I go to time and time again, that hold my heart and mind.
I have an incredible soft spot for Richelle Mead’s Georgina Kincaid series. A bit of a modern day Nancy Drew, Georgina solves a mystery each book, but the world Mead created is incredibly vivid and peopled with characters I just love. Every time I read it, I still get that kick & clench in my chest when something bad happens. My heart still hurts when things seem lost. I cry at the Happily Ever After the succubus eventually gets.
Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series is another that I never get tired of, no matter how many times I reread it. More recently, I discovered Nora Sakavic’s All For the Game series & C.S. Pacat’s Captive Prince Trilogy (thanks, Tumblr!) and have fallen in love with them as well. I sense they will become reread staples as well.
One of the things about each of these series that I adore so much is the way they treat love and sex. Each author makes the characters these whole beings. Even when I don’t agree with their actions, or get frustrated by them, it comes from a place of belief. I believe in these people. In their existence and their emotions, their wants and needs.
The authors treat them with the that belief and with respect, and it makes their stories real. It makes the sex they have resonate so deeply and passionately to me, whether it’s Georgina feeling some sort of connection with a certain nephilim because of their individual brokenness, Neil & Andrew’s slow exploration and constant reaffirmation of consent, or Claire and Jamie copping a quickie after a raid.
It all fires my blood.
When I was little and I started to grasp what amazing things could be found in the pages of book, that was when I started wanting to do that. To share those things that began to sprout in my mind each time I read something new. To give others what I got. Gorgeous new worlds and flawed new people.
I love characters who are snarky and guarded and gorgeous. Or tender, quiet, and overly anxious. Characters who become real. And I like to see them get both sexual satisfaction and emotional fulfillment. Often, and with a lot of lube.
Now, after years of writing and sharing my work with with only friends and family, I finally have a novella out and it is every bit as fantastic as I could have imagined. Knowing people are reading my words, seeing the world that grew in my brain, it is one of the best feelings in the world. Will and Reese were meant to be shared.
I hope you enjoy them as much I do.
About the Author
Born in the artists' community of Woodstock, NY, Morgan Elektra discovered her passion for writing at a young age, penning stories of witches, vampires, and monsters at the dining room table. After years working day jobs and moonlighting as a reviewer for popular genre website Dread Central, Morgan left the comfort of an office to follow her dreams of writing fiction. She spent the early twenty-teens as a freelance ghostwriter of erotica, but has now put aside the masks to write under her own name.
She currently lives near Savannah, GA with her husband, their cat Harlequin, and—if the rumours are to be believed (and she sincerely hopes they are)—an awful lot of ghosts.
Author contact info:
Twitter - @MorganElektra
Email - email@example.com
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