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About the author:
M.M. Glenn is an aspiring SF/F writer, nerd, feminist, atheist, INFP, and special education teacher. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys games, both of the video and tabletop variety.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is a story I have been trying to write for over a decade, and I am so proud of how it finally turned out.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He eased his grip on her throat, sliding it up to cup her cheek and brush away a tear. "I would have spared you," he whispered, cool fingers stroking her hair, "if I had possessed the strength." He kissed her then, lips soft on hers. A gentle comfort, compared to the violence she had survived. "But I was never as strong as you." His lips trailed down her jaw and along the pulsing vein in her throat. "Only you could have given me that strength. The strength," he murmured, his fangs scraping over the thin skin of her throat, "To betray a second master."
She gasped as his fangs pierced her neck, finding the sensation incredibly intense. There was a brief spike of pain as her skin resisted, building to a burst of pleasure as they sunk into her flesh. Hands that had fought him just before now gripped him tight, unsure if she wanted him to stop or continue. Leaving her torn between hatred and gratitude.
They gasped in tandem when he pulled off, Aurianna finding herself relieved and disappointed. His tongue traced the wound, sealing the flesh and leaving nothing but a bruise behind. Neither spoke for a few moments as Matthias eased up off her, his wounds healing over as her blood flowed in his veins. His expression was a curious mix of guilt and desire. Before either could speak, a howl split the silence and his head jerked, looking in the direction of the sound.