I tried to post yesterday, but Blogger kept snarling something about Java and cookies. All I know is that if my computer has coffee and cookies, it had better hand them over.
Tell me something...
What is it about vamps that everybody likes so much? I have read a few vamp books I've enjoyed, but they all had one thing in common: the heroine never gets chomped.
I'm not into pain, and while a few well-placed nibbles might liven up tea and crumpets of a Sunday afternoon a downright bite does NOT spell sexy to me.
Actually, the only vampire story I've gushed over wasn't a romance- Barbara Hambly's Those Who Hunt the Night. From the official blurb:
"Someone - or something - is killing the vampires of London while they sleep during the day. Don Simon Ysidro, the oldest of the London vampires, hires Dr. James Asher, a retired member of the British Secret Service, to find this killer. Asher, who accepts this job for the price of his wife (Lydia)'s life, delves into the shadowy world of the vampires to find a killer that increasingly seems to be one of their number."
The things that make Don Simon fascinating also make him useless as a romance hero. He is creepily described as being cold until he feeds, which is the only time he's warm. He says that while sex is possible for vamps, it's boring compared to bloodsucking. Leads to one freaking great mystery read, but romance? Not so much.
I think the appeal of vamps is the same as Beauty's Beast or Jane Eyre's Rochester- The Lost Soul. We all fall for it. I have no problem with the Lost Soul finding love.
I just don't want to get gnawed.