Sunday Reading Bite: The Edge of Hope Excerpt
I have been showcasing works in progress a lot more than my published ones, I discovered. While that is great to get you all excited about what’s coming next, it also lead to my ignoring my already published stories. Bad writer, Alina!
Anyway, to compensate for that little mishap, I am starting a new series. So if you visit the blog on Sundays, you’ll get a taste of my published books. Maybe it will help you remember passages you’ve loved, maybe it will get you interested and wanting to read a little more.
As it’s October and Halloween is almost upon us, what better story than a vampire one to kick of this post series? So you’ll get to get a glimpse of Alexa’s world from the Bad Blood series. I’m going to start with the first book, The Edge of Hope. This is the bit where Anthony and Alexa go out to enjoy an evening out in Valletta. They’ve just met and he’s getting to know her before his official interview with her. If you want more details about the book, you’ll find them at the end of this post. Till then, enjoy!
The waterfront was breathtakingly beautiful. Hundreds of lights reflected in the water, giving a flowing glance to the old restored buildings. We just walked around for a while, taking it all in. The only name I recognized was Hard Rock, the international brand for good music, extremely friendly service, and barbecue ribs. But as that didn’t go well with my dress, we went into a little bar nearby.
It seemed cozy and the music wasn’t loud enough to require you to scream across the table. He ordered brandy and I ordered a fruity cocktail, which were delivered with the proper assortment of umbrellas, flags, and neon-colored straws.
“Girlie drink for the lady,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
“It just complements the color of my scarf! I couldn’t resist it.”
“Is that so? Or are you just afraid I’ll get you drunk and get all your dirty secrets on the record?”
“Oh, it does not take much to get me drunk. Don’t worry. The challenge is to get the secrets out after that.” I shrugged and tried not to smile. It wasn’t meant to turn into a real challenge.
“I take it alcohol does not loosen your tongue?”
“No, it just heightens whatever mood I am in. I’ve never gotten drunk enough not to know exactly what I was doing and what I was saying.”
“Have you actually tried?” He put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on the palm of his right hand.
“A few times. I failed miserably so I stopped trying.”
We kept bar-hopping until close to midnight, enjoying the drinks, the music, and the atmosphere. As the time passed, the waterfront nightspots got busier. People were laughing and talking loudly, and we could barely hear each other. It was fun and casual, and I felt great. Soon after midnight, we decided it was time to go back to Silema. Anthony called for the car and the driver said he’d be there in five minutes.
“Let’s just walk around until he gets here,” Anthony suggested. It sounded marvelous to me.
“Oh, I love this song!” I heard myself saying while walking by a small bar where Ayo was begging Down on Her Knees. It somehow reminded me of home, of old friends, and hot chocolate in Bucharest cafés.
“We shouldn’t waste it then,” he said in a low, slightly husky voice. I felt his hand on mine, stopping me and turning me to face him.
“What? Here? In the street?”
I was either too happy, too tired, or too intoxicated because of the sweet cocktails I had been drinking, but I couldn’t find a reason not to. We started dancing in the street, moving too slowly for that particular song, while other party people were walking past us, smiling and pointing in our direction.
He was staring into my eyes and I couldn’t make myself look away. His burning gaze, the savage locks of hair falling on his face, his body so close to mine, and the general intimacy of the moment made me feel powerless. It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time, and I felt relieved when the song ended. Something about Anthony made all of my alarms go off. There was much potential for my getting hurt in the time we spent together. I knew it might be just my fear talking, given everything that had happened in the past year, but if there was one thing I had learned it was to trust my instincts. They were telling me to run.
Instead, I smiled and thanked him for the dance, turning to our car which had just pulled up.
“My pleasure,” he said, taking my hand in his.
That small gesture felt more intimate than the dance and all I wanted was to yank my hand back and run away like a little girl, but I stopped myself. Just a few steps to the car and I’d be free.
On the way back, the car felt extremely small. He never attempted to take my hand again, but I was sharply aware of his closeness. His presence, his scent, the thought of him sitting next to me was nauseating and scary, and my heart was beating way too fast for my well-being.
The Edge of Hope is the debut novel of writer Alina Popescu, the first book in the Bad Blood Trilogy, a story of vampires, love, struggles, and a constant fight for survival.
The Edge of Hope (Bad Blood I)
When tall, dark, and gorgeous shows up on your self-prescribed emotional recovery vacation, some would call it fate smiling down on you. If he also happens to be interested in your work and ready to make all the room you need in his life, it starts to sound too good to be true. Alexa skips the doubts and jumps right in, only to be thrown into the mysterious world of vampires.
The secrets of their origin and their very existence are far more important than her life to some of her new acquaintances. They are ancient, they are powerful, they have unlimited resources, and they are keen on controlling what the world knows of their kind. As Alexa discovers their complicated, blood feud bound world, she tries to better understand herself, heal old wounds and give love chance after chance. Will she survive the journey?
Find out more: http://alina-popescu.com/badblood
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JEBJXDQ
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00JEBJXDQ