Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tuesday's Special Is...Some Girls Bite!

SOME GIRLS BITE by Chloe Neill

SOME GIRLS BITE is the first book in a brand new series about a Chicago graduate student’s introduction to a society of vampires.


Sure, the life of a graduate student wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was Merit’s. She was doing fine until a rogue vampire attacked her. But he only got a sip before he was scared away by another bloodsucker—and this one decided the best way to save her life was to make her the walking undead.


Turns out her savior was the master vampire of Cadogan House. Now she’s traded sweating over her thesis for learning to fit in at a Hyde Park mansion full of vamps loyal to Ethan “Lord o’ the Manor” Sullivan. Of course, as a tall, green-eyed, four-hundred- year-old vampire, he has centuries’ worth of charm, but unfortunately he expects her gratitude— and servitude. But an inconvenient sunlight allergy and Ethan’s attitude are the least of her concerns. Someone’s still out to get her. Her initiation into Chicago’s nightlife may be the first skirmish in a war—and there will be blood.









Excerpt from SOME GIRLS BITE:


I nearly lost my breath from the sudden race of fire through my limbs, and had to grip the back of the love seat to stay upright. My stomach clenched, pain radiating in waves through my abdomen. I went light-headed, and as I touched my tongue to the tip of an eyetooth, I could feel the sharp bite of fang. I swallowed instinctively. I needed blood. Now.

“Ethan.” Luc said his name, and I heard rustling behind me. A hand gripped my arm, and I snapped my head to look. Ethan stood next to me, green eyes wide.

“First Hunger,” he announced.

But the words meant nothing. I looked down at his long fingers on my arm, and felt the warm rush of fire again. I curled my toes against it, reveled in the heat of it. This meant something. The feeling, the need, the thirst. I looked up at Ethan, dragging my gaze past the triangle of skin that showed through the top, unfastened button of his shirt, then the column of his neck, the strong line of his jaw, and the sensuous curves of his lips.

I wanted blood, and I wanted it from him.

“Ethan,” I whispered in a voice so husky I barely recognized it. Ethan’s lips parted, and I saw the flash of silver in his eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by smoky green. I edged closer to his body, wet my lips, and then, without a single thought as to the consequences or what the act admitted, pressed them to his throat. He smelled so good—clean, soapy, everything male and masculine. He tasted so good—of power and man. The ends of his hair brushed my cheek as I kissed the long line of his neck.

“Ethan,” I whispered again, his name an invitation. A promise.

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Please answer the following question for a chance to win a free copy of SOME GIRLS BITE. Or, drop by and talk about vampires!!

The "walking undead" may be used to describe a typical graduate student. What else can the "walking undead" describe?

28 comments:

Chris Eldin said...

Good Midnight Everyone,

I'm posting this close to midnight, in line with our vampire theme!
:-)

bridget3420 said...

"walking undead" describes me when I wake up in the morning. It's scary.

Chris Eldin said...

It's technically morning right now, Bridget.
;-)

Just joking!!!

D said...

Heh, in line with other comments I'd say being walking undead involves nightshift jobs.

Or crazy 3rd year rotations for med students. (they're up around 36hours or so)

Riva said...

"Walking undead" aptly describes the newly graduated lawyers we get in my firm, as they spend hours prepping for that first trial. Actually, "blood-sucking vampires" can describe some of them as well. :-)

dulcibelle[at]earthlink[dot]net

Chloe Neill said...

Good morning, everyone. I'm feeling a little walking undead myself... :)

laughingwolf said...

welcome chloe... nice excerpt chris, got my full attention ;) lol

my 'walking undead' was not my ex mother-in-law, she was a sweetie, but rather her useless son, both drunk and stoned as he preferred to be...

strugglingwriter said...

"walking undead" - describes the parents of a newborn.

Chris Eldin said...

Welcome Everyone!!
:-)

LOL @ StrugglingWriter! You have good reasons to be among the walking dead.
:-)

MarnieColette said...

someone that has suffered insomnia for years. There isn't enough coffee in the world.

Chloe Neill said...

@ laughingwolf - Regarding the excerpt, we aim to please. :)

Whirlochre said...

The last three to cross the line in a Marathon usually look as close to death and immobile as it's possible to be.

Chloe Neill said...

@ Whirlochre - That's just proof that running is *bad* for you. ;)

Kristi said...

"Walking undead" would have been me after about 20 hours of the readathon last weekend!

donnas said...

"Walking undead" is me in the morning. Or those that do set up and tear down for events which can easily turn into 20-36 hour days. Also resident doctors who just finished their degree and newborn parents. Although parents of teenagers can probably count as well on the weekends when their kids are out.

laughingwolf said...

chloe, a sign above a urinal in a chic restaurant's men's room:

we aim to please... you aim, too, please!

:O lol

vampire with a master's degree, huh?

would that be in sadomasochism? ;)

Chloe Neill said...

@ laughingwolf - lol.

Merit is actually well on her way to a Ph.D. when she's changed. But her degree was in English Lit; not terribly dramatic. :)

Mary Cunningham said...

Smokin' excerpt!

Sorry I can't be creative. Walkin' undead - definitely me before 3 cups of coffee and a double espresso.

Book sounds great, Chloe!

Mary
http://www.cynthiasattic.blogspot.com

UT_E said...

"Walking undead" is an appropriate description of law school grads right after they finish taking the bar exam. You don't want to be standing between them and alcohol/bed. :)

Pissenlit said...

Ooooooooooh! Nice excerpt!

The "walking undead" perfectly describes my friend, Christie, in the morning. She's a teacher and has trained her students to not expect much till she's drank a certain amount of coffee. Often times, before asking their school-related questions, they'll ask her if she's had her coffee yet(and if not, they'll offer to go get her a cup from the common room) or they'll just pick up her travel mug to gauge the coffee level. Over time, they've figured out how much coffee has to disappear from the mug and if the amount isn't right, they'll leave her be and come back later with their question. :D

Chloe Neill said...

You all are a very creative bunch. :)

Chris Eldin said...

Hi again!

I guess it's that time to close the contest---so Chloe can pick a winner at any time now.

Thanks so much for dropping by, and thanks, Chloe, for spending time with us! Your books sound fun, fun, fun!!!!
:-)

Chloe Neill said...

Thanks to all of you for participating and thanks to you, Chris, for having me!

One final order of business before I pick a winner. For those of you visiting from chloeneill.com, here's the clue for the deleted scene (which is hidden on my web site): "Chapter Five." Good luck!

Lawyers and law staff have a warm place in my heart, so I'm going with RIVA for the winner! Congratulations, Riva. Please e-mail me at chloe at chloeneill dot com, and we'll work out the mailing details.

laughingwolf said...

grats riva, and thx chloe :)

Rabid Fox said...

What else can the "walking undead" describe?I gotta say, at the risk of sounding ageist, the senior citizens meandering through the aisles of the local pharmacy on the morning they receive their pension checks ... they fit the description fairly well. :)

Wendy said...

The walking undead is me after working 3 12-hour shifts in a row!

Wendy said...

At NIGHT. When I first started working, I once slept for 19 hours straight after those 3 days, I was seriously dead on my feet.

writtenwyrdd said...

I've worked a lot of night shifts (particular while in college) but I think the walking undead describes me before my first 24 oz. cup of java in the morning. With cream.

Of course, in the real world (the one in my head) the walking undead are zombies. And I am their evil puppetmaster, bwahahaha!

This sounds like a delightful book and I shall order it post haste.