The Edge of Hope
(Bad Blood #1)
by Alina Popescu
Genre: Paranormal Romance
When tall, dark, and gorgeous shows up on your self-prescribed emotional recovery vacation, some would call it fate smiling down on you. If he also happens to be interested in your work and ready to make all the room you need in his life, it starts to sound too good to be true. Alexa skips the doubts and jumps right in, only to be thrown into the mysterious world of vampires.
The secrets of their origin and their very existence are far more important than her life to some of her new acquaintances. They are ancient, they are powerful, they have unlimited resources, and they are keen on controlling what the world knows of their kind. As Alexa discovers their complicated, blood feud bound world, she tries to better understand herself, heal old wounds and give love chance after chance. Will she survive the journey?
Hello Alina and thank you for stopping by this spacious (virtual) office!
What can you tell us (me) about your early days of writing?
My early days… Well, I started writing when I was really young. The first novel I wrote was when I was 10 and I started working on it with this boy I was totally in love with. Older, cool, beautiful . After that attempt, I continued writing on my own, toying with essays, short stories, and novels.
Who have been your influences?
I think I took bits and pieces from everywhere. Romanian poets and writers, as well as all the bits of universal literature I could get my hands on. I read across genres from the beginning, although as a child I tended to favor Alexander Dumas, Karl May, and anything sci-fi. I tended to read what the boys were reading, and not what the girls were going crazy about.
Coming from Romania, do you think you have a different view of the vampiric legends than the mainstream?
I don’t know if my view is different… Maybe, in the sense that I’ve been referred to, more or less jokingly, as a Romanian vampire girl. I know there is no Dracula at Bran Castle. I know Vlad Tepes, crazy and sadistic as you may consider him, was not really a vampire. I also know vampire myths are not that widespread in Romania. We’re more partial to strigoi (which is zombie). I love vampire stories. Not the horror and gore types, the ones that explore humanity when you are a natural predator for the human species. My unique view might come from the fact that there is no catching on to the fact an MC is a vampire. To the humans that do find out about them, well, it’s a total surprise.
What has surprised you about the world of writing?
The world of writing is the home I’ve been looking for and didn’t know I was. The moment I decided to take myself seriously as a writer, author, however you choose to see it, I discovered new friends that mean the world to me. Writers, characters, readers, they have all embraced me. They’ve helped out, encouraged me, gave me advice… At times I am afraid I will wake up and it would be all gone and a part of my soul would be forever shattered. Being away from this world, ever inspiring and welcoming, would be my very personal version of the Apocalypse. Or hell
I walked to the heavy wooden door, stopped, and took a few deep breaths. Then I pushed and pushed. When the huge obstacle didn’t move, I looked and saw a discrete PULL sign on it that I had completely missed. I swore and walked into a large club with a long pub-like bar, tall stools, large red-and-black couches, and low tables spread around the rest of the room. It was huge and the dim lights barely chased the shadows away, but I could see it was mostly empty. Except for a few men at the bar and three groups at some of the farthest tables, the place was empty. There wasn’t really any room for dancing, but the Buddha Bar, chill-out music was quite pleasant.
I finally spotted Anthony in one of the groups in the back. He was sitting with a group, mostly women, most half-naked, extremely beautiful. They all turned to look at me. Anthony kept staring at me, a cold smile on his lips. It took him a while to change it to the warm one he had gotten me used to. I knew I should walk up to him, but my legs weren’t moving. I saw him taking one more sip from his glass before finally getting up so I took the time to look around.
At another table, there were three girls fighting for attention from a guy. I could understand why because he was striking, but it all seemed a bit pathetic. I noticed he was also looking at me, shaking his head and smiling. He seemed to know who I was. He probably did, as he had a brief silent exchange with Anthony as he made his way towards me.
“Gorgeous as ever,” Anthony said when he walked up to me. He wore a white button-down shirt and dark jeans, so no superspy. Well, reality is reality, but he was still gorgeous.
“Thank you. Interesting….bar.”
“It’s a private club, actually. Bar, lounge, restaurant, concert venue, and even dancing club when needed.”
“Seems remote enough for a private hangout,” I said, nodding.
“Come,” he said, taking my hand. He stopped for a moment to wave to one of the bartenders, then directed me to a table in one corner of the large room. The couch was extremely comfortable, but I felt very uneasy. Both the guy that the girls were fighting over and all the people at Anthony’s table were staring at me.
“Relax,” Anthony said, noticing my discomfort. “They are friends and extremely curious. I told them tonight you’re all mine so they have to wait to meet you.”
“I see.” I really didn’t understand, but I couldn’t find anything else to say. It was not curiosity I was sensing from them. Plus, he could have spared five minutes to introduce me to them. If he wanted me all to himself, maybe he should not have chosen the place where all his friends liked to hang out.
The bartender came and brought us a bottle of chilled champagne, the music changed, and people eventually stopped inspecting me. After a few sips of the dry and cool drink, I started to relax. Anthony was acting as if he couldn’t keep his hands off of me and after a few drinks, I had forgotten everything about the awkwardness of being treated like a circus monkey by his “friends”, and the numbingly cruel smile I had seen on Anthony.
About the Author: Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and even won awards in local competitions. She has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm, which explains her deep love for vampires and is also to blame for this trilogy.
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