My Paranormal Preference with Brenda Dyer

Hello everyone. My name is Brenda Dyer. Carrie Ann Rynn has been kind enough to allow me to take over her blog for the day. Thank you Carrie Ann.
Come on in, grab a coffee or tea, and take a seat.
Today I would like to talk about why I read and write paranormal romances--my preference for the supernatural, LOL.
When I first began reading romance novels, I was about fourteen--maybe fifteen. I started out reading my mom's Harlequins. They were good, fast reads, but one day I borrowed a book from my older sister. It was Johanna Lindsey's A Pirate's Love. Ooooh man, I was hooked! I still remember the name of the hero and heroine: Tristan and Bettina.  After that, I gobbled up historical after historical.
As the years flew by, I became tired of Historicals.  To be completely honest, my sister and her big mouth ruined them for me. She reminded me oh so sweetly that people in medieval days didn't have toothpaste, the women didn't shave their legs and armpits, and they didn't have deodorant, and they didn't bathe very often. After that, every time I tried to read a historical, my sister's words would pop into my head.
I continued reading romance novels, but I had switched to Westerns and Contemporaries. Then one day while I was browsing through the romance section in our local book store, I came across something completely new. A romance novel where the hero was a...vampire? Yes, he was a vampire. Well, I didn't know what to make of that. I'd read Stephen King's Salem's Lot and that book scared the crap out of me. I had a hard time seeing vampires as anything more than monsters.
But curiosity won me over and I bought the book. I was hooked good and tight. I read every paranormal I could find, featuring: vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, demons, and angels. But I always came back to vampires. There was something edgy and primal, and even a bit creepy about them. Also, the fact they drink blood is both freaky and sexy.
So since I am in fact a paranormal junkie, it only stands to reason that I write them. Like the saying goes, write what ya know. I do dabble in the horror genre from time to time. Usually zombie horror. I guess I can thank my youngest son for that, LOL. But romance--paranormal romance--is my first love.
Thank you all for stopping by. And thanks again, Carrie Ann for this opportunity to reach your readers. I had a blast.
*Rubs hands together* Now, who wants a free copy of Love's Prophecy? 
Author Bio

Brenda Dyer lives in the small town of Sooke off the coast of British Columbia with her husband, two teenage boys, and an assortment of animals.She is a graduate from LongRidge Writers group.When she isn't writing you can find her out in her gardens or working with her two miniature horses.Brenda loves to hear from readers. If you would like to contact her, visit her website.http://www.brendamdyer.com
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Dark warriors of might...Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he risk her life and bind her to him for all eternity?Small warriors of light...Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships has left her bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. Yet there's more to him than smoldering good looks and a rock-hard body. As she's drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A  life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make. 


Excerpt:How dare Roarik condemn her whole species? Blame them entirely for the rift when clearly the demons were partly to blame. Consumed with fury, Breeana tried to stand, but Mel pressed her back into her seat with his hand on her shoulder.She shrugged off his hold and shot up. "That's not fair. Demons were spreading lies and…so it's not all our fault."Mel bolted up, grabbing hold of her waist. "Look, this is getting us nowhere." He pulled her back to the chair. "Either you both calm down or this meeting is over."Breeana slumped back, raking her hands through her hair. "You're right, Mel." She turned to Roarik. "I'm sorry."He ignored Mel's outburst and her apology. "When or if you return to your life, what will you tell other humans about us, I wonder?"Was that a threat? She was about to ask him when Mel stood again. "That's enough! I will not sit by and let you badger her anymore."Breeana laid a hand on his forearm. The last thing she wanted was for Mel to come to her defense, getting himself into trouble in the process. "Mel, please. I appreciate you trying to protect me, but let me handle this."Before he could reply, she said, "I promise not to say a word about the existence of vampires."Roarik made his way over to the fireplace. After a few moments of silence, he turned to them and crossed his arms over his chest. "Mel doesn't want me to erase your memories of this place or of us. But I feel it will be necessary."What the hell was he talking about? Erase her memories? Her eyes jerked to Mel. His face blanched. All of a sudden, understanding dawned on her.Oh no. No way would she allow Roarik to touch one beautiful memory she had of Mel and the time they shared.Mel glowered at Roarik. His lips peeled back off his elongated fangs. A deep, menacing growl rose up his throat and filled the room. "You said you wouldn't—"Roarik held up his hand.Breeana's body hummed with barely suppressed anger and fear. "For all your wisdom, you know nothing about humans if you think that when I leave here I would start telling people I was kidnapped by a vampire. Or that vampires exist. Think for a second. What do you think that would get me, huh?" She didn't give him a chance to speak. "I'll tell you what it'd get me. A one-way ticket to the nut house!""I don't trust that you'll remain quiet.""Well, that's your problem. If you can't accept my promise, then too bad. But I'm telling you now, you will not be erasing any of my memories."Roarik stalked back to his desk. "Humans are an untrustworthy species. The past has proven it many times over."That's it. She couldn't take his bad-mouthing her species anymore. She jumped up, placed both hands flat on his desk, and leaned forward. "You know what you are? You're a racist."Mel put his hand on her arm. "Breeana, that's enough. No more—""I'm a what?" Roarik asked, roaring with laughter."You heard me. You hate all humans because of a few bad ones.""A few bad ones," he scoffed. "I would say more than a few.""You shouldn't condemn a whole species just because of the rotten ones. There are a lot of people who are kind, caring, and generous. There are some willing to give their time and money to help total strangers. To help those in need."She couldn't stop. Inside she knew she should, but anger had a firm hold over her rational mind. "I know my species isn't perfect, hell, far from it, but can you sit there and say yours is? Is every vampire a paragon of virtue?"A wide grin broke out across Roarik's face. "As much as I wish I could say we are all paragons of virtue, I cannot. We also have our share of rotten vampires. Like humans, our jails are full to capacity, so no, we are far from perfect."She wanted to wipe his smug smile off his smug face, but instead counted to five, trying to calm down.