Author Spotlight ~ Denysé Bridger

Becoming a paranormal author, quite by accident! 

A lot of my catalogue features various types of novels, novellas, and short books that are classified as “Paranormal romance” even though I consider myself more of an historical writer, in all honesty. This phenomena began when I decided to make an historical hero into a vampire–and discovered that readers liked my vampires, who are rarely nice. I seem to have a knack for this genre, and have written numerous short stories, novellas, and novels over the past ten years. I’m venturing into new directions with the paranormal element in the coming year, including a story with gargoyles, and a werewolf prince. Maybe it’s the magic, or maybe it’s just the fact that there is something a lot more alluring than I realized about these creatures of the night? Whatever it is, it’s fun!

My latest release is once again a vampire tale. The vampires in this one are like many others I create, not nice, but damn they’re sexy and sinful! Demetri will draw you into his darkness, I’m sure, and Cliantha’s devotion to him will certainly make you wonder what she’s hiding from him… Venture into the night if you dare, and watch the hunters’ game that is about to unfold….

 

From New Dawning International Book Fair:

 

 

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HUNTERS’ GAME

(Vampire, erotic)

 

Cover by KAYDEN McLEOD

 

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In modern Toronto, two vampires stalk the night, their hunting a game that is seductive and deadly. In a darkly compelling Goth Club, they find the prey they seek for their pleasures, and the night runs crimson with blood and unquenchable thirsts....

 

 

 

Exclusive excerpt:

 

She stopped on the sidewalk, immune to mutters and curses as people stumbled around her. The sign drew her eyes upward. Her mood became wicked, delighted as she read the name: Savage Garden . This place had a reputation for decadence and the people outside certainly gave credence to the image of unbridled lust the club’s name was meant to incite. Twisted yearnings and dark desires waiting to be unleashed battered her mind each time she opened her thoughts to the human throng.

He couldn’t have picked a more appropriate place to let loose the thirsting demons inside them. His presence called to her, luring, like a flame illuminating the path that would lead her to salvation. Or, more aptly, eternal damnation.

A satisfied smile curved her mouth, and she answered the siren-song of her lover’s call. She walked past the crowd, ignoring the mutterings of discontent her audacity incited. The young man at the door, selecting the clientele for the night, stared at her. His smile, like so many she’d seen that night, was speculative, calculating and oblivious to the mortal danger his lust for her put him in.

“What can I do for you, darling?” His faint British accent added a pleasant lilt to his insolent query.

He was a nice-looking boy, tall, fair, and filled with his own importance.

“Let me go in.”

“Let me go in and you can have whatever you want, sweetheart.” He leaned close and his tongue flicked at her earlobe.

“Later.” She locked her gaze with his, penetrating his mind with little effort. “You’re busy at the moment.” She nipped the trapped fullness of his bottom lip and laughed when he jerked back, a droplet of blood staining the corner of his mouth. She leaned close again and licked the crimson smear, an electric shock of excitement exploding in her veins when the metallic taste lingered on her tongue.

She stepped past him as she released her mental hold and his confusion drifted out of her awareness.

Inside, the bar was murky. Her vision flared with preternatural sharpness, defining shapes and shadows with vivid clarity. The stairwell echoed weirdly, distorting sound with the hammering beat of the music and she almost floated into the dark room.

At the top of the stairs, she paused again. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took closer to contact with Demetri. The fiery red fixture hanging from the ceiling sent tendrils of light spiraling outward, crimson streaks glinted off chrome, absorbed by the shadows. A powerful strobe turned the dancers into frantic marionettes as the madness of primal music carried them into their own private darkness.

A flicker of reddish blond hair caught her eye and her vampiric sight pierced the murky atmosphere, saw him smile at her from across the room. Already her body hummed with the knowledge that his hands would soon be on her skin, inciting a hunger that no one else could feed.

She brushed past the few who lingered near the top of the stairs, and skirted the metal bars that gave the place such a distinctive look. By the time she reached where he’d been, he’d vanished. Grinding her teeth, she whirled around and studied the crowd. Again, his pale presence drew her. One arched eyebrow rose in amused challenge.

“Your game is intriguing, love,” she whispered. He’d hear her despite the deafening music.

And which role do you prefer to play? Predator or prey? His answer whispered inside her head, and she grinned.

What does it matter? It always ends the same and I have never objected.

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