SanguinaryIt is that time of the month again and my guest author for the month of March is my good friend from South Wales, Emma Edwards.  Emma is also a writer of the vampire genre, with two books currently out in her new series, Sanguinary and Imbrued.  Emma is also an advocate for vampire writers so it is wonderful to have her here today.

Would you bleed for the one you love?

Angel Harris has always had a thing about vampires, but not so much the killer that is claiming victims in the city where she lives and works. The press are calling him ‘The Vampire’, because the victims are found drained of blood, with bite marks to their necks.

Ash is the lead singer in a local rock band. Angel is drawn into his world when she is asked by her boss at the local newspaper to investigate rumours of blood drinking within Ash’s band.

Ash and Angel bond on a deep level and she finds herself welcomed into this group of supposed blood drinkers.

But the body count continues to rise and Angel will soon find out that ‘The Vampire’ is closer to her than she ever would have believed. Will the writer survive to tell her story?

Sex, blood and rock n roll.

Emma EdwardsBio:  

Neo-gothic Welsh wordsmith Emma Edwards has written since childhood. She worked in Business Administration, married and nurtured her beloved kids, but it was only when they started to get older that she had the time to create, write and publish her first novel Sanguinary and more recently the follow up, Imbrued.

At thirteen, Emma watched The Lost Boys and ever since, she’s had a thing about vampires, so it was inevitable that they would be the focus of her debut novel. She doesn’t just write paranormal though; there are projects on the way that are grounded in reality like concrete.

Emma’s writing style is sassy, sharp, dynamic, uncompromising and tends to the dark side. Let’s just say it’s never going to be rainbows and fluffy bunnies with Emma. Okay, there is one fluffy bunny in Imbrued, but he doesn’t last long!


1. Hi, Emma.  Can you tell us who you are and why you’ve chosen this genre?

Emma: I live in Wales and have been writing since I was a teenager.  I love reading and a love of reading led to a love of writing.  It’s taken me a while to actually get something published but I got there!  I’ve written in the Vampire genre because (as my character Angel would also say) I’ve always had a thing about Vampires. Ever since I watched The Lost Boys when I was 13 I have been enthralled by Vampires, going on to watch every Vampire film and read every book (well almost all, some are not to my tastes!)

2. I love that word, enthralled.  It is how I have always described the effect Christopher Lee had on me when I was younger.  Oddly, The Lost Boys was never one of my favourite vampire flicks, yet I hear many people talk about it the same way you have.  I obviously missed something.  But we clearly both love vampires so I ask you, what is it about vampires that you find captivating?

Emma: Great question!  And it’s puzzling me!  Especially as when I fell in love with the whole notion of vampires they were not generally the charming, handsome creatures of some books today, they were more likely to eat people than date them!  In the opening chapter of Sanguinary we find Angel talking about watching The Lost Boys as a young teen and falling in love with all things vampire.  And that is also me, not that Angel and I have much else in common mind!   I fell in love with David, of The Lost Boys, even although he wasn’t as pretty as some of the film Vampires these days, especially when he was vamping out.   But captivated I was!
3. What are you hoping to bring to the vampire legend that we haven’t seen before?

Emma: My vampires are different to the paranormal, undead creatures that are the vampires of legend.  My vampires are otherwise humans who have a physical need to drink blood.  So my vampires are more ground in reality, which is hopefully something that people will find a little different.
4. Yes, I would have to conceive, for me,  that is a new take on the vampire legend, but this is what we want when we read a new vampire novel.  So, do you like any other writers in this genre? Have any of them influenced you?

Emma: When I was younger and discovered vampires I loved Anne Rice’s books. Stephen King has always been another favourite author of mine, although he is not so much Vampire genre, with the exception of Salem’s Lot.  But I would say that every book that I have ever read had influenced me, not so much in my writing style but making me want to write myself.
5. Hmm, you obviously didn’t see that as your cue to say, “Why, Shane, you of course.  Sigh, never mind.  But I have to agree with your answer entirely.  Do you have a favourite vampire book or movie?

Emma: I have already mentioned The Lost Boys, which will always hold the most special place in my heart.  And, this is a dark secret because this film wasn’t particularly well received but I did enjoy the film version of Queen of the Damned and the soundtrack was awesome!
6. Okay, there you go again with the vamp movie I didn’t like so much.  Time now for the nitty-gritty.  Tell us something about your book and series.

Emma: Sanguinary tells the story of Angel, an aspiring writer who gets drawn into a world of blood drinking when she meets and falls for the lead singer in a local rock group, Ash.  Whilst the two connect there is a killer claiming the lives of young girls, leaving their bodies ex-sanguinated.  The path of true love doesn’t run smooth for Ash and Angel and plenty of fireworks ensure, whilst the killer draws closer.  My characters aren’t perfect people, they are all damaged and broken in different ways, which I hope brings a more grittier reading experience.  Imbrued is the follow up to Sanguinary and continues Ash and Angel’s story, although a new danger has appeared to threaten Angel and the Vampire’s safety, this time in the form of a Vampire Slayer.  So the Sanguinary series fuses my more modern, real Vampires with traditional Vampire lore.
7. Is that a new word there, Emma? Ex-sanguinated (winks).  Back to you again, if you were meeting someone for the very first time, what would you say to pique their interest in your work?

Emma: I don’t usually have to!  I have a friend who does it for me.  Wherever we go, she always starts a conversation about Sanguinary, recommending it to anyone who would listen!
8. I wish I had a friend like that.  A question now that I’ve been wanting to ask you since I first picked up your book…I’m not sure if I’ve seen as much erotica in a vampire novel as in yours. I have always believed vampires to be very erotic creatures, as mine are too. Was this at the forefront of your mind before 
beginning this series?

Emma: Absolutely not!  I never meant for my writing to end being quite so erotic…and I never really realised how much sex is in that book until people have been pointing it out to me!  Like a few other things with my books it wasn’t planned, it just happened!

9. Indeed, as all good sex should.  Are there going to be any more stories about Angel and Ash? If a movie was to be made from your books, who would you choose to play them on-screen if you had the power to choose?

Emma: Imbrued is the second part to the Sanguinary series, which is available now.  I am also working on the third book at the moment.  It was always going to end at three…but now I’m not so sure….although it all depends very much on how book three ends.

It would be amazing to see Sanguinary made into a movie!!   And as for who I would like to play them, that’s a question that I find really hard.  Firstly, I think that when a person reads a book they will have their own image in their mind of what that character would look like and for every person that would be different and I wouldn’t like to shatter that image with an actual actor.  Besides that, I am in complete infatuation with Ash and I can’t think of a man alive who can compare!  Although, me and my cousin have had a conversation in the past where we discussed how, in the event of Sanguinary being made into a film we would love to be on the interview panel and spend some time appraising all the potential Ash candidates!

10. Thank you, Emma. Is there anything you would like to say to us or share before you go?

Emma: I would just like to say thank you very much for hosting me, Shane and thanks everyone for listening!  Also, I would like to leave you with an excerpt from Sanguinary.



The DJ spoke into his microphone, ‘We have a new band performing in Domain tonight.  Welcome to Erebis.’

The stage was dark and nothing stirred.  The chattering continued for a while until people started to wonder why there was no music and conversations died off.  Even the mosh pit stilled.  A strange quiet descended slowly and an air of expectation began to build.  All this for a band that most people had never even heard of.

The hush went on a while longer and most people’s attention was given to the stage.  All lights in the club dimmed more than they already had been.

Through the darkness the deep thump of the bass drum began.  A repetitive sound that I could feel thudding in my chest like a heartbeat.  It continued alone for a few minutes, building the sense of anticipation.  The bass guitar joined the drums, adding rhythm but holding the constant beat.  The build up was slow and I found myself getting caught up in the excitement.  The crowd remained extraordinarily silent for a club.  Then the lead guitar began, shaping the song more but keeping the same steady pace.  The stage was still in darkness, no musicians could be seen.  The music snaked out of the shadows.  The three instruments continued, yet people did not become impatient, the steady tempo seemed to have them hypnotised.  And as the pace of the drums increased I found my heartbeat picking up with it.

The stage lights beamed suddenly, illuminating the whole stage but there was only one thing that caught my eyes.  A figure was standing in the centre of the stage, his back to the crowd, arms spread out wide, his head bowed forward, one leg crossed in front of the other.  Black, tousled hair reached past his shoulders to his bare back, he was wearing only black leather trousers.  A tattoo reached right across and halfway down his back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.  It was a bat, wings splayed out.  The lights were on for only seconds, and then it was dark again.  A few more heartbeats to the rhythm of the drum and the lights were back, this time the singer had turned to face his audience.  His eyes were fixed on some point at the back of the room, above the heads of the people below him, both of his hands gripped the microphone stand.  He began to sing, his voice deep yet soft, a whispering caress that I felt physically; a shudder went through me.

He stopped, ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the back of the stage.  There was a second of silence as the music paused with him.  And then kicked back in heavy.  The tempo of the song was turned up and the guitars screamed.  The singer grabbed the microphone from its stand and bent forward slightly as he began to sing again.  His voice had changed completely, this time he was screaming the words, his voice raw, harsher with a growling edge.  A cheer rose from the crowd and the mosh pit went wild at the thrashing rhythm of the song.  He didn’t smile, did not acknowledge the appreciation.  He maintained an arrogant look and continued his singing as if no one but him existed in the room.

I could do nothing but stand and stare in amazement at the sheer essence of him.  He was absolutely stunning.  His bare chest and stomach were well-defined with muscle.  He just had it.  That certain something that could make him a rock god.  He had the arrogant demeanour to go with it; that said he knew it.  But there was an edge to him too, even from a distance there was something in his eyes that said he wasn’t one that I would want to cross.  I was mesmerised by him.

I tried to take a moment to appreciate the effort that the rest of the band were putting in.  They played hard, even though they were in the shadow of the singer.  As a whole they were completely amazing.  I reminded myself that I wasn’t there as a music critic but as a journalist.  I also realised that I wasn’t the only one who was captivated by him, there were a growing number of groupies gathering around the edge of the mosh pit.  Attractive girls, hoping to catch his attention.  But the singer’s eyes never met anothers.  His gaze went through the crowd, sometimes he stared straight ahead but his intense eyes never rested on anyone.  The band were going down well with others who were actually interested in the music.  People were dancing and cheering.  Their first song ended and already they seemed to have won over the audience.

The next song began, this time coming straight in with heavy guitars and drums.  I turned my attention to the guitarist, who was nearest to me on the left of the stage.  He had dark spiked hair which turned to red at the ends.  He looked more like he was enjoying himself than the singer did, he had a hint of a smile and a wicked glimmer in his eyes.  From my angle I couldn’t see the drummer very well at the back of the stage, just a bleached blonde head.  The bassist was thin with long straight dark hair, he looked serious, his gaze was mostly directed at his guitar.  It wasn’t long before my eyes were back at the singer, who was stalking the stage.  At one point he came right over to the left of the stage where I was.  Closer up I could see he had a number of other tattoos.  There was an ankh on his left bicep and some letters running down the inside of his right arm.  He has numerous others that I didn’t get the chance to observe, as he went down on one knee, bent over the microphone and sang intensely.  The girls next to me screamed and hands reached out to touch him.  And even though I believed I was above such things, I yearned to reach out for him too.  To run my fingers down his sweat slicked chest.  I held back though and a moment later he had strutted to the other side of the stage.  And I could breathe again.

They played tight and they played hard.  No missiles fell from the balcony above.  I didn’t move until Erebis finished their set and then not for some time afterwards.  The DJ began playing music but for a short while there was an air of despondency where the crowd seemed disappointed that the band had left.  It didn’t last and soon the mosh pit was manic again.

Feeling strangely deflated, I made my way to the toilets; three bottles of lager and an hour watching the stage had left me quite desperate.  Afterwards I was intending on getting myself another drink whilst I pondered my next move.  After visiting the toilets I saw the singer was already waiting at the bar.  He was still wearing the leather trousers, but he had covered up the previously bare torso with a black t-shirt.  There were a couple of girls who had also noticed him.  They were watching him and talking to each other, giggling.  They seemed to be goading each other into approaching him.  I had no time to waste, I had to get to him first.

Taking a deep breath I walked over and stood next to him at the bar.

‘Hey,’ I said.

He didn’t look at me, he continued staring straight ahead, waiting to be served.  He seemed much bigger close up than he had on the stage.  He was tall and strongly built.

‘Can I get you a drink?  I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your gig,’ I said, raising my voice to be heard above the music.  I hoped that I didn’t sound too much like a groupie.  On the subject of which, I noticed that the other two girls were moving a little closer.  As I glanced at them I saw that their previous laughter had stopped, they looked quite annoyed that someone had gotten to the gorgeous singer first.

‘Yeah, I’ll have a whisky,’ he said, still not looking at me, which made me feel even more like a groupie.  But, ah his voice, his speaking voice was just as mesmerising and beautiful as his singing voice even in that one short sentence.

I asked the barman for two whiskies, thankful that it wasn’t David.  Whilst the drinks were being poured I watched him in the mirrors on the back wall of the bar.  Vampire or not he definitely cast a reflection.  But that wasn’t the main thing that I concluded…to go with the body of a god he also had the face of an angel.  A fallen, dark, dangerous angel.  He was impossibly beautiful with sharp cheek bones, a strong jaw and a full firm, very kissable mouth.  He stared straight ahead, not once had he even acknowledged me with so much as a glance and I was beginning to think that there was a downside to his looks.  He seemed an arrogant bastard.

The barman put the drinks on the bar and I handed over the money.  He knocked his drink back in one gulp and I did the same, feeling the fiery liquid slide all the way down my throat and into my stomach.  It felt pretty damn good.  He banged his glass back down and then he turned to me and caught me with his eyes that were deep and dark.  His eyelids were coloured with black shadow and his eyes lined with black kohl which emphasised their darkness.

As our eyes met something happened that I didn’t expect.  It was an actual physical jolt, some strange connection that unnerved me.  I had never experienced anything like it before.  I didn’t believe in love, never mind love at first sight.  I’d experienced lust at first sight many times.  That moment when my eyes would meet with somebody else’s and there would be an instant physical attraction, an immediate wanting.  A need that could be easily sated by having them, which I usually did.  But the moment my eyes met with his my stomach lurched so much that I felt sick, but it wasn’t just physical.  There was something that clicked deep inside me.  And I’m not talking about feeling horny, although there was that too.  Something much deeper than sex.  I had no idea what any of it was but it left me shaken.  It almost brought me to my knees.

Before our eyes had locked he had seemed infallible but there was a momentary look of surprise on his face and I thought that he must have felt something too.  It fleeted across his features though and it only took a heartbeat for his expression to change back to arrogant again.

I tried to go on sounding confident, but there was a tremor in my voice. ‘Well, I hope to be able to see you. . .’ I gave him a smile and purposely gazed down his body and back up to meet his eyes, which only gave me another jolt, no less powerful the second time. ‘. . .perform again sometime.’

He didn’t smile, just nodded imperceptibly with a slight frown.  I walked away, my heart pounding.  How I had managed to stay cool I didn’t know.  I tried to fight the urge to turn back to look at him.  But I had an irresistible need to see him again.  I also wanted to know if those other girls had approached him.  I wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much when I found that they had.  The girls were talking to him, giggling again now that I had gone.  But his dark eyes were still on me.

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