>Welcome Author Madeleine Drake…(Giveaway today)


Please help welcome my guest, Madeleine Drake, today. She is generously giving away a copy of Blood Hero to one lucky commenter. So be sure to comment on today’s post for a chance to win. *Note you must be at least eighteen to enter the contest due to prize content.*

The Paleolithic Origins of Our Lust for Vampires
What’s so sexy about vampires?  The liquid diet, the night-shift schedule, the garlic aversion–none of these traits are inherently attractive.  Sure, vamps can mesmerize us poor mortal women, but if that were it, wouldn’t hypnotists have reputations for being chick magnets?  Traditional lore often describes vampires as impotent.  And if a real human being tried to take a sip from my jugular, I’d be pretty upset about that.  But I can have fantasies about letting a walking corpse do it?
For most of human existence, we’ve been hunters and gatherers, and in most hunter-gatherer societies, men hunt and women gather.  For hundreds of thousands of years, skill at hunting equaled ability to provide for and protect a woman and her children.  Evolution has shaped women to want a hunter for a mate. 
On top of that, men have used the metaphor of hunting for courting women since before agriculture was invented, and they still use it today.  For most of human history, sexual relationships have been based on a male pursuit/female flight model.  Women are used to being hunted, and we learned to play hard to get because we wanted to be sure that the hunter who catches us is one of the best.  After all, the best hunter is going to be the best provider/protector, right?  Or so our primitive instincts would like us to believe.   
What are vampires, but hunters so skilled and so powerful that they’re successful at hunting us?
Sure, today we live in a world where it’s possible for a woman to provide for herself, thanks to the invention of agriculture and the resulting rise of urban civilization.  But this lifestyle is pretty new, on the evolutionary scale–we haven’t been living in cities long enough to ditch those hunter-gatherer instincts.  Instincts that are, in many ways, in conflict with modern life.  Vampire romance (any romance featuring a man in that hunter role, for that matter) is a safe way for us to satisfy those older, primal instincts and desires.  We still, on some deep psychological level, enjoy the hunt.  Sherrilyn Kenyon knew what she was doing when she chose to attach the series title “Dark Hunter” to her best-selling vampire romances.
Why do you think vampires are sexy?  Who’s the sexiest vamp of all?
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She’s Sex, He’s Death: A vampire and a succubus join forces in ancient Babylon
When Rihat discovers that his village is being terrorized by an akhazu demon, he seeks help at Marduk’s temple. He meets Iltani, a demigoddess who’s been cursed by Ishtar to live as an ardat-lili, enslaved by lust, a night-maiden who feeds on sexual energy.
Iltani offers Rihat the power to slay the akhazu, if he’ll agree to serve her every need without question. But will the price of that power be more than Rihat can bear to pay?
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Madeleine Drake writes feisty, fast-paced paranormal romance and erotica that spans the space-time continuum. Raised by a pride of cats, a friendly mutt, and the Sonoma County library system, she loves to read about ancient history and mythology, anthropology, gender roles, and sexual archetypes.  Her other works include Faery’s Bargain (Cobblestone Press) and First Date (in All Romance Ebook’s Just One Bite, vol. 3)

Her homeworld is located out past the constellation Orion, but she currently resides in Texas.  You can find her online at www.madeleinedrake.com

Excerpt from Blood Hero


The akhazu slunk through the gate of the foreman’s courtyard on all fours, strings of drool hanging from its toothy jaws as it sniffed the air with a piggish snout.  Half again the height of a tall man, its hind legs were thick but short, and seemed permanently stuck in a half-squat.  The forelegs were longer, bunched with muscles and ending in three-fingered hands with talons that scored the dirt with each step.   The creature’s sparsely-bristled hide looked wet.  Understanding dawned on Rihat—the creature must have been attracted by the recent additions to the canals that watered the village’s fields.
The akhazu made a slurping sound and shook its head, raining gobbets of slobber everywhere.  
Then it charged.
It moved faster than anything Rihat had ever seen.  One moment, it stood in the courtyard gate; the next, it was before him, wrenching the spear from his hand and slamming him to the ground with a mighty shove.  Pain sliced through his ribs—probably cracked several—and the rock digging into his kidney sent streaks of fire and numbness down his legs.  Knocked breathless, Rihat barely got his shield between his belly and the akhazu’s maw in time.    
The shield buckled, began to fold.  Serrated teeth tore through the thick bronze plate with a metallic shriek as the creature struggled to close its jaws.  Rihat screamed and ripped his arm free of the leather straps, rolling sideways, frantic to put some distance between the akhazu and himself.  Scrabbling in the dirt, he made it to hands and knees, freezing as the muscles between his ribs spasmed and locked.  He grunted and forced himself to stand in spite of the agony tearing at his left side.  His head rang.  His heart pounded.  Every breath he took was so thick with the monster’s stink it burned his lungs.  Iltani had promised her blood would give him the power to defeat the akhazu.  Had she lied?  
The monster yanked the mangled shield out of its mouth and tossed it aside.  The crumpled metal landed out of sight, somewhere in the same darkness that hid Rihat’s spear.  
Fear sucked the strength out of his muscles.  No spear, no shield, and I haven’t even landed a blow yet.  I’m going to die, and so is Shala.    
The thought of his sister being devoured by the akhazu gave Rihat a burst of new energy.  I’m going to die, but I’m going to take this demon with me.  He jerked his sword out of its sheath and centered the tip on the creature’s chest.  “My turn.”  
As if it understood his challenge, the akhazu charged again.  Rihat sidestepped and swung his iron sword in a wide arc that should have severed monster’s massive arm just above the elbow.  But instead, the blade bit into bone and stuck—it was like striking a mountain.  The jarring impact sent a painful vibration up into the sockets of Rihat’s shoulders.  The akhazu yowled and reared back; as its arm rose, so did the sword.  Rihat’s half-numbed hands slipped on the leather-wrapped hilt, and he was forced to stand on the tips of his toes to keep his grip.  Without his sword, he’d have only a dagger to defend himself.  
Don’t let go.
The beast whirled, slamming him into the side of the house so hard he felt the brick crumble beneath his body.  Blackness whirled around him, not the dark of evening, but of unconsciousness.  The akhazu drew back, did it again, harder this time.  Rihat couldn’t believe he still had hold of the sword.  Gritty air burned his lungs like acid.  Nausea bubbled up from the pit of his stomach.  Don’t let go.  
Rihat focused all his remaining strength in his fingers as his quivering knees gave way.  He slid to the ground, and the embedded blade came free with a spray of oily black liquid.
The akhazu squealed and staggered back, clutching its injured arm.  It poked one taloned finger into the deep cut on its bicep, examining the wound.  Then it turned back to Rihat, snout twisted into a snarl that bared every single one of its wickedly pointed teeth.
I should be dead.  But he wasn’t.  Somehow, Rihat was back on his feet, in spite of the beating he’d already taken, a beating that should have broken dozens of bones.  Somehow, he’d found the strength to stay conscious and hang onto his sword.  Somehow, he’d moved fast enough to keep up with the akhazu.  Iltani’s blood.  Maybe she hadn’t lied.  
Maybe he did have the power to kill the demon.

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Hurry, hurry, hurry.  Iltani concentrated harder, willing her body to coalesce.  She was weak from hunger—she’d barely sipped from Rihat in the temple the previous night, and there’d been no time to draw from Cuno by the time they’d procured the wagon and onager team.  Her arms and legs seemed to be made of mist, and when she looked down, she could see the ground through her feet.
Where was Cuno?  Where was the wagon?  Ishtar’s curse bound Iltani to the carnelian necklace; she always materialized within a few feet of it.  Cuno must have moved it someplace else for safekeeping.  And if the pendant was in danger, then what was happening to Cuno and Rihat?
She had to get to Rihat before he went after the akhazu.  He had the power to defeat the monster, but without instruction, he’d have no idea how to use it.  Brave, loyal Rihat, who was willing to become something he both hated and feared in order to protect his sister.  He was the fourth warrior she’d asked for help, but he was the first of the bunch she’d actually liked.  The thought of losing him made her still-forming stomach twist.