Is this a great title or what? And a hot cover, too. Someone hit the mother lode.
Rob Colton is one of my favorite authors, not to mention one of the nicest (and cutest) people I had the pleasure to meet in Atlanta at GRL last year. Enjoy!
Hi everyone! Thanks for having me today, Tali.
My name is Rob Colton and I’m here to talk about my brand new novella, An American Lamb in Europe. The book was released Wednesday, February 12th.
Though not my first foray into the paranormal genre, An American Lamb is my first venture into the world of vampires. In this book, I tried to do a more modern take on the vampires. While they rely on blood for nourishment and have an aversion to sunlight, many of the old horror myths don’t apply to Tomas and his kind.
Like the rest of us, Jamie’s had a lifetime of bad horror movies to shape his idea of what makes a vampire. He tests many of those theories with Tomas, usually with humorous results. Naturally, there is more to Tomas than meets the eye; he is no mere vampire…
Jamie Anderson knows you need to look before you leap, but he forgets it often enough to land in trouble. When his brother and only remaining family member disappears, he doesn’t think twice about quitting his job as a dental hygienist to travel to the Czech Republic to search for him.
Rescued by the sexy, mysterious Tomas in a small city near the German border, Jamie enlists his help in locating Rudy. Soon Jamie realizes the man knows more than he’s sharing. When Jamie demands Tomas tell him the truth, Tomas reveals he’s a vampire. Horrified the man he’s fantasized about is a monster, Jamie struggles with the fact he still needs Tomas's help to find Rudy.
Jamie never expects their search will land him in the middle of a vampire turf war.
Knowing my brother, I knew I’d have to delve into the seedier areas of the city.
I had tried so many times to get Rudy help, but he hadn’t wanted it. I couldn’t even begin to add up how much money I’d given him over the years, and I had no way of knowing how much he’d stolen from me. I had tried so hard not to enable him, but it was impossible to turn him away. Rudy was my little brother, and right then, I’d give all I had to have him back in my life. He was the only family I had left.
That night, I found myself in a seedy, rundown part of the city. The entire block was old and decaying. Graffiti covered the abandoned-looking buildings. Small groups of people hung out in dark doorways. I lowered my head and walked quickly, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to myself.
The only thing alive seemed to be some sort of dance club. I wouldn’t have even known it was a club without the loud techno-style music that thumped from inside the battered building. There was a small crowd gathered outside, smoking cigarettes under a streetlamp. They were dressed similarly to the way Rudy had started dressing before he left the States, in a Euro-goth style.
Trying to stay positive, I made my way over to them and pulled out my brother’s picture. In stilted, grammatically incorrect Czech mixed with English, I asked a young couple if they had seen my brother Rudy.
They looked at me warily and shook their heads. “Ne.”
The next group didn’t even bother to look at the picture before telling me no.
As I turned, a red-haired woman and a blond-haired man surrounded my front and back. Both of them looked like they were dressed up as characters from The Matrix, but not in a good way. My body stiffened as they closed in, getting way too close for comfort, invading my personal space. I tried to move around them, but they anticipated my movements and boxed me in. I cringed as the man’s body odor assaulted my senses.
Good God, don’t they believe in deodorant here?
As he checked me out, the man spoke in a foreign language—definitely not Czech, but perhaps German? Pushing my rapidly growing discomfort aside, I bit the bullet and asked what I came there for.
“Have you seen my brother?” I held the picture so they could see.
“Ah, American,” he said with an odd sense of glee in his voice.
“Pretty,” the woman said with a snicker as she reached above my ear and curled her finger through my brown hair.
“So who do we have here?” the man asked in heavily accented English as he snatched the picture from my hand.
“Hey! Give it back—”
“Mmm,” the woman moaned as she rubbed her nose along the right side of my neck. Mortified, I pulled away from her, but the man moved in front of me and sniffed the other side, drawing in deep lungfuls of air as he rubbed his nose along my jugular.
“The lamb hasn’t been touched,” he said with a snicker to his friend or lover or whatever the hell she was.
“Yummy,” she whispered in my ear. “A virgin.”
What the hell? I was no virgin, and I wasn’t in the mood to be messed with. “Stop it!” I grabbed for the picture and tried to push the creeps away from me.
All three of us froze, and my head darted up at the sound of his voice. It was my “hero” from two nights ago. I would remember that voice for the rest of my life.
The woman snarled but stepped back. I snatched my brother’s picture from the man—Hans apparently—and pushed him away with my elbow. I moved closer to my protector but still kept some distance.
The three of them argued in that same foreign language. Hearing more of it, I was pretty sure it was German and not Czech, though I had no earthly idea what they were talking about. Greta and Hans clearly did not like what my guy had to say, but it was obvious he was bigger and meaner. They wisely backed off.
“Thanks. Again,” I said with a smile when it was just the two of us standing there.
My hero’s hand shot up, grabbed the back of my neck, and squeezed, shooting a pain down my spine.
“Hey!” I grabbed for his arm, trying to pull free. “Ow! Let me go!”
Rob Colton is a software developer by day, and avid reader of romance novels at night. A romantic at heart, he loves stories that feature big, burly men who find true love and happy endings.
Rob grew up in northern Michigan and currently lives in the Atlanta area with his very supportive husband and their very spoiled miniature schnauzer.
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