I really wanted more from this series. I wanted more...romance. There was plenty of sex...but I didn't feel any romantic spark between the characters at all.
Laurent was a sweet character, mourning the loss of Violet for hundreds of years, but Violet, now a vampire- bugged the hell out of me. I didn't see an emotional connection between them at all.
I was really hoping to discover a new favourite paranormal romance series, but unfortunately this series wasn't for me but I am giving someone the chance to win an ecopy in a giveaway below. So if you'd like to give this a try or you are a fan of erotic, paranormal romance this may be a series for you to try.
The rain fell in heavy drops, but she didn’t seem to notice. In the dim light of the street lamps, he could see her clearly now. Slowly, she lifted her hands and pushed back the thick fabric hiding her face. She was almost too beautiful to look at—and yet, Laurent couldn’t seem to look away.
He knew that face as well as he knew his own.
His breath left his lungs in a rush. Her eyes were just as blue as he remembered, only now they seemed to glow. Her skin was still dewy and perfect, like that of a fine porcelain doll. Ethereal. Her brows were perfect arches, the same charcoal brown he’d been fascinated by all those years ago. Even in the darkness, he could make out the thick lashes that fringed her eyes.
Those eyes…so blue, so beautiful. He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut by a mule. Damn, she was beautiful. But his mind raced with questions. Most importantly, what was she doing standing in the middle of a street in New Orleans when she’d died two hundred years ago in France?
His arms and legs felt heavy, and he realized he was getting drenched. But it didn’t matter. He’d stand in a hurricane if it meant finding out if she, if Violet, were real. Or if he’d finally lost his mind and was only envisioning her.
Her lips were just as rosy as he remembered; her nose as perfectly shaped, her face oval and oh so familiar.
She remained silent. Did she recognize him?
He stepped closer, silently praying to the gods, Fates, and anyone else who would listen. Sniffing the air, he tried to catch her scent but she was downwind.
“Violet?” He didn’t like the husky tone of his voice. Hated the weakness in his knees, the soreness that resided where his heart had once been. Loathed the desire he still felt for a woman long dead.
Could his eyes be playing tricks on him? Could this woman really be his little Violet? After all these years?
Not trusting himself or his luck, he took another step. She lifted her hands to her lips, almost as if she were praying. Her fingernails were long and polished a glossy red.
A sharp ache erupted inside his chest, and he reached up to rub it. His hand brushed something, and he looked down to see a dart sticking out of his skin. Plucking it out, he stared at the woman before him. Then she and the rest of the world went dark.
Selena Blake writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. First published in 2008, her series Stormy Weather has been on the best seller lists and nominated for awards. She's a fan of action movies, Diet Coke, Milky Way bars and thunderstorms, not necessarily in that order. Learn more about her online at http://www.selena-blake.com or catch her at facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorSelenaBlake or on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/SelenaBlake