Show me the voice!

Below are the first 250 words of my novel My Fair Vampire for the “Show me the voice contest” sponsored by Brenda Drake.  Click the picture at the left for details.

Dammit, he got away. They always get away. I suck at this. I wish someone would just stake me already.

I dropped heavily onto the park bench and contemplated yet another night pilfering from the blood bank.

I really didn’t know why my sire had bothered, why he hadn’t just killed me. The last time I’d had fresh blood, he’d caught it then scolded me saying, “Dori, remember, use surprise until you’ve mastered persuasion, so for God’s sake don’t let ‘em see your canines.”

“Well maybe if you spent a little more time training me, Donovan, instead of getting off with your harem, I wouldn’t be such a disappointment.”

“Maybe if you tried dressing a little more sexy, you could lure better. This,” he’d pointed to my feet, then my clothes, “…garbage you wear is utterly pointless.”

That had triggered my usual defense. “A girl’s gotta have the right shoes to chase ‘em down if she’s not blessed in other departments.”

He’d grunted with aggravation then stalked off, his long black coat cutting a wide fluttering swath behind him. I had to get Mr. GQ for a sire when I was so NOT Ms. Cosmopolitan. A freckle-faced strawberry blonde in track pants and a “Save the Adobe Whales” t-shirt made me more likely to grace the cover of Natural Health–ironic since I was dead.

I clapped my tennis shoes together and mud fell to the ground in clumps. The clear Albuquerque skies peeked through the treetops and twinkled above my head.

It’s a Girl!…Again

Like the proud phoenix that she is, my character Dori, of My Fair Vampire, has been born again. Only this time she’s 106,000 words of tangled plot and backstory / infodumps. She’s got all her fingers and toes and has added quite a bit of baby fat, a little too much. Premature before, she has carefully been nursed in the NICU (natal intensive care unit) but now seems viable.

Thus begins the equally arduous task of training her to be a big girl who may one day grow into a woman worthy of gracing the shelves of Barnes and Noble, the vast warehouses of Amazon and dare I say it, the tables of Costco and racks of Target.

(And I really hope I don’t have a third first draft of this one to announce.  For everyone’s sake, I’ll just call it draft 2 if that does happen and keep it to myself.  Promise.)