My new book, Honor At Stake, is officially posted as a vampire romance. I’ve obviously done romance before, but mostly as a subplot in the books I’ve written.
With Codename: Winterborn, for example, there were two love plots going on. One was between Kevin Anderson and his wife. The other was with hunter and prey, and even then, it was a little odd. It was very, very … Laura, really.** Though the main plot is heavy on the action.
[**Laura, a murder mystery in which a detective falls in love with the victim through her portrait. In the case of Codename: Winterborn, it was via files and seeing him in action]
With Codename: Winterborn, however, this took months, the average romance novel takes, what, days? A week or two? Then jumping into bed like sex-starved hyenas during mating season? I think the longest was a Kenyon novel called Fantasy Lover where holding off on sex was a massive plot point.
The closest to falling in love in a matter of days was Scott Murphy and Manana Shushurin in A Pius Man, and the rest of the Pius Trilogy (books two and three take place over the course of a week or so).
But now, Honor At Stake …







I’ve always had a problem with vampire fiction in which the vampires were so secret, nobody knew they existed. Nobody. At all.
Abortion supporters tend to have only two settings: shrill attacks, and sullen silence. We’ve been seeing a lot of the latter thanks to the Planned Parenthood exposés that have been hitting the Internet (yet not so much with the news rooms . . . hmm). What little response there has been has centered around how chopping up babies for spare parts isn’t inhumane at all, because they’re not human beings even though they can’t really define what makes a fetus become a human and shut up anyway you don’t know what you’re talking about you right-wing religious anti-science nutjob.
If you’ve been on social media this weekend, you might have seen a kerfuffle over the Hugo Awards, which took place on Saturday. This kerfuffle has been going on for a long time, but it’s getting louder and louder, and has reached mainstream notice.
No, that’s not the next strange DC Comics storyline involving the Caped Crusader. Lenny B. Robinson, who spent his time and money visiting sick children while dressed as Batman,
That Day in September – a New Yorker remembers 9-11
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