Today we welcome Bailey Bradford to the Two Men Are Better Than One Blog.
Vampires—they’ve come up in the world, from scary, soul-sucking demons out to murder innocents, to sexy, biting, mysterious and often somewhat tragic heroes.
I know I’m not alone in being glad of the change, either. There’s just something intriguing about vampires. Give them a conscience, a heart, emotions, and eternity? Oh yes. They are very sexy!
Much like shifters, vampires are popular in many genres. Brooding, dangerous, attractive—and in the case of many of my vamps, sarcastic with a side of goofy. Don’t Stake My Life On It is the second book in my The Vamp For Me series, and it contains a good bit of humor. In it, we get to know Radney a lot better, and he has a chance to redeem himself to us, which is great, considering his introduction in book one. He was kind of an ass.
I love taking a character who starts out as borderline bad, and showing the reader the gooey inside that makes said character have such a good heart. Misunderstood? Check. Crazed from blood lust? Check! Radney has a whole slew of issues, not the least of which is his dislike of actually biting a human being. If he doesn’t get his scheduled bagged meals, he tends to go a bit crazy with blood lust, and that’s never an attractive experience for a vamp of the people around them. In fact, it can be a deadly experience.
Luckily, Radney wants to change his ways. He might not be the brightest guy in the world, but he’s not what other vamps think he is, either. Radney’s had centuries of wallowing in his own despair. Now it’s time for him to start making his way out of that bleak pit.
With a side helping of humor, of course.
Stakes, kilts and holy water—Andrew Meyer is in for the time of his life!
Radney’s tired of being the coven oddball. He had his reasons for being the way he was, and he let those reasons rule his life for centuries. Another mistake—almost harming a human he’d been sent to keep an eye on—has sent Radney on a mission of self-improvement. He’s going to conquer his issues and be the best damned vamp ever!
Andrew Meyers has the term paper from hell to write. It needs to be original and intriguing. What could be more so than people with a vampire fetish?
But when that fetish turns out to be one he has, for a very sexy, kilt-wearing, neurotic vampire, the tables are turned. Andrew isn’t prepared to find out that vampires are real, but he learns it anyway. With help from his twin brother, Erin, he just might be able to find a happy ending—or an ecstatic beginning—for him and his hot as hell red-headed vamp. If he’s careful, and patient, he might even find the vamp for him.
General Release Date: 25th August 2015
Radney generally didn’t care for the great outdoors, but having found a cave to hide in for a few days had been necessary. Chelsea was mean enough to off him and to take on Claude if he tried to punish her for it.
Not that Claude would hold back with her any more than he did with Radney. Even so, Radney was beginning to suspect that Claude would do a happy dance if Radney ran off permanently or got staked. The more time Radney spent pouting, the sorrier he felt for himself.
Unfortunately, he needed to feed. Paolo had brought him fresh bagged blood before Radney had left. There was no way Radney wanted to risk getting so hungry he went nutty with blood lust again. Plus, he wanted to prove to Claude that he wasn’t totally useless. Radney remembered his time as Beiste’s property. Anyone who hadn’t served Beiste well had come to an ugly end. He’d never let anyone be a burden.
A burden to the coven. That’s what I am, but not for much longer.
Radney yawned and let out a squeak when he forgot he was still a bat. Hanging upside down in a cave with dozens of other bats wasn’t something he should have forgotten about doing, yet he’d done just that.
The small sound he made alerted many of the other bats to his awakened state. They began to chatter, as he thought of it, and some even flew around him, eagerly seeking his approval.
It was like he was the Bat King—or Bat God, maybe. Radney liked the latter one better. The bats had been very chummy with him since he’d first flown in and staked out a spot on the cave ceiling. He guessed they could tell he was more than just a bat. He was a Top Predator. An Apex Predator, even.
Every time Radney thought that, he saw the first letter of each word capitalized and it made him feel like he should be thumping his chest and roaring.
Neither of those things worked well for a bat.
A few things about me…
I am a married mom of four who spends most of the day writing, either on stories or at the blog. I love to write as much as I love to read. I am generally quiet and laid back, choosing to let things slide off me rather than stick and irritate me.
And it’s really hard trying to think of descriptives for myself, so I’ll just let y’all e-mail me or comment at the blog if there’s something specific you’d like to know, and spare you from reading a boring bio. 😀