City of Roses is about what happens when Jo Maguire, a highly strung underemployed telemarketer, meets Ysabel Perry, a princess of unspecifiable pedigree. It’s also about hearts broken cleanly and otherwise, the City of Portland, Spenser, those moments in pop songs when the bass and all of the drums except maybe a handclap suddenly drop out of the bridge leaving . . .
The main character of this story is a vampire, but not your traditional True Blood, Twilight, Buffy vampire. The main character of this story believes, for whatever reason, that she siphons energy out of other people, drawing in their life force in order to supplement her own. She feeds on them in hot, intense, seductive sexual encounters that leaves them . . .
Regan St. James is just your typical eighteen-year-old vampire hunter. He enjoys sharp objects and random hook-ups. But one night, in a quiet little mountain college town, he meets a guy named Ira who just might change his life. If he can survive Ira’s relatives, of course. . . .
Eighteen disparate individuals come together by coincidence at a particular Church at a particular time of day – and their lives are irrevocably plunged into the depths of the mysterious and unknown. When in the blink of an eye the Church transports them from the city to the peak of a mountain which nobody can recognize, under stars that none . . .
Grungy call centre worker Jo Maguire’s life takes a turn for the surreal when she ends up at a distinctly otherworldly party, gets challenged to a duel, and becomes the guardian of a flighty and headstrong fae princess who loves hanging out in alt/music night clubs but has only the dimmest concept of how common mortals deal with chores like [more . . .]
I nearly didn’t read this story the first time I came across it, because I read the first two scenes, and foresaw angst of an unpalatable nature. Then I came across it again through an ad, and kept reading. I am enjoying myself, a LOT. There is angst, but it’s working.