In the Spotlight Pixie Storm!

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ABOUT

Pixie Storm is a writer from the north of England who wrote her first story at 13. She takes inspiration from the world around her and was a bookworm as soon as she learned to read. Writing, like reading, isn’t optional for her, but a must.

INTERVIEW

Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints? 

I don’t thrive on stress. I don’t mind editing a book to a deadline because that’s expected of me but I can’t produce material to order and when I’ve tried it in the past, the results have been poor.

How do you know you’ve written a good book?

I know it’s good when I come back to something I might have written weeks ago and when I’m reading it, I can’t remember writing it and I think to myself, wow, did I really write that?

How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

  

I have a notebook. I make notes on each character’s physical appearance and such things as his date of birth and date of death if he’s a vampire. I also construct a timeline so I don’t get confused over what day I’m up to in the novel.

Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I’m a swooper. 

Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits?

See question above. I used to read every word I’d written when I sat down the next day and edit it. When I tried not looking at what I’d written, I realized that if I saved the entire book for a mass edit, I got far more work done and more quickly.

BLURB 

Severin lost his soul mate ten years ago. Now Nikolaus belongs to another vampire...

The vampire Severin Murnau gave up Nikolaus Mayr because he didn't want to turn the human. Now he finds Emil Meissner, his maker, has control of Nikolaus, holding the human as his pet in his castle in Bavaria.

Severin and his friend Istvan are at the castle for a gathering. There is unfinished business between Severin and Nikolaus. As soon as they set eyes on each other, their passion rages out of control just like ten years ago. Severin has never touched Nikolaus before. He let him go in the ultimate act of altruism. Now he’s desperate, forgetting all the promises he made to himself. His only option to taste what he’s never had appears to be to join Emil and Nikolaus in bed, but once isn’t enough and he’s not sure he wants to share...

Excerpt:

Severin slid naked between the cool sheets of his four-poster bed. Two goblets of blood stood on the ornate night stand beside him. His conscience pricked about where they had come from but he could hardly afford to be choosy. It was drink this or go and attack some of Emil’s waiting staff, or worse still, some of the other vampires in the Schloss and Severin wasn’t sure he wanted to visit that sort of trouble upon himself at the moment.

The west wing of the castle was quiet, all the reverie concentrated on the far side but it would soon break up. Behind the firmly pulled curtains, dawn streaked the sky in rosy hues. Severin lay back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. A mirror hung there, showing no reflection. Severin was bemused. Unless Emil had placed the glass to reflect any humans that might be brought to this bed. He imagined watching Nikolaus writhing in the throes of ecstasy and his blood heated. What would Nikolaus be like when having sex? Would he be noisy? Would he cry out when he was penetrated? Would he beg for more?

Severin groaned, put a hand below the sheets, and touched his stiff shaft. He had always vowed to himself that he would never know the paradise of making love to and drinking from Nikolaus. So why was he now thinking about doing it ten years later? Had the self-denial finally done for him?

His thoughts wandered back once more to that first night in the garden.

He and Nikolaus walked down the path that meandered through manicured shrubbery down to the enclosed fruit orchard. Severin trembled with excitement the closer they got and the darker the air turned around them. He couldn’t remember the last time he had desired a human being so. He wanted to be balls-deep in Nikolaus when he bit him. Nothing less would do. And if he got carried away and it ended in the young man’s death, well, it would be unfortunate but a hazard of the job.

Nikolaus admired the stars as he walked. He seemed ill at ease, the tension radiating off him in waves. Perhaps he sensed the danger the closer they got to the fruit orchard. At the end of the path, Severin pushed open a narrow, wrought iron gate. He stood back to allow Nikolaus in first and saw the indecision on the man’s face. Severin could employ some vampire magnetism right about now, but he only did that when he was too thirsty and down at heart to play games. He preferred letting his victims come to him of their own accord, especially where sex was involved. He regarded Nikolaus steadily, drinking in those violet eyes. It was suddenly vastly important to him that Nikolaus wanted Severin for him and not for his vampire allure. He swallowed, unaccountably nervous.

“I hear tell these trees contain the sweetest apples in all of Vienna,” he said half-heartedly. He knew he could do better. As a master hunter, he could have torn Nikolaus’s throat out by now.

Nikolaus raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that. It’s spring. There won’t be any apples.”

Severin cursed his mistake. “As you can see, I’m not much of a gardener.”

Nikolaus smiled hesitantly. Still he seemed unsure and Severin felt his patience waning. He didn’t want to be the beast. Not tonight. He preferred to seduce and have a pliable, willing human in his arms. He shivered and his cock throbbed and at that moment Nikolaus stepped through the gate and into the lion’s den.

They walked through the budding fruit trees, the fragrance of foliage heady. The moon shone faintly through the bustling branches overhead and illuminated Nikolaus’s milky complexion. Severin was seconds away from taking him.

Nikolaus stopped and turned to look at him. “I should probably go back,” he said. His voice was low. His body language was contradictory because he gazed into Severin’s eyes while not making a move to leave.

“A few more minutes,” Severin cajoled softly. He lifted a hand and brushed the backs of his fingers down Nikolaus’s apple cheek. His skin was cool and like silk.

The human flinched. “You shouldn’t do that.” His breathing quickened, his pupils heavily dilated.

“Why not?” Severin questioned.

“It’s inappropriate.”

“For who? We’re alone. And I get the feeling you want to be touched.”

Nikolaus bit his lip. “You’re wrong.”

“I don’t think so.”

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