Katherine Merror has spent the last seven years passing through the night with a blissful smile and vicious heart. She cares for no one and expects the same in return. When she wakes up alone in a white room Katherine morbidly wonders if her reckless flirtation with violence and death has finally caught up with her.Unfortunately for Katherine it’s a lot more complicated than that.The man who walks through the door is Azer. He's a veritable doppelganger for Mikhail DeMontier—the creature who broke Katherine’s heart. Gentle and kind, Azer seems to be all that is innocent and missing from Katherine’s life.However, love and vengeance brew within his ancient soul. The desire for freedom is an obsession in his mind and only Katherine holds the key to his release.The night is long and Azer’s charm is terribly tempting. Will she be able to conquer the specters of the past or will Azer finally seduce Katherine into the pleasures of Hell? Katherine pushed Azer to the floor. She registered the muffled thud of flesh and bone hitting stone. Crouching over him, she ran her nails down his bare chest. She sought the scent of blood that rushed to expose his pretty colors. Katherine met his stormy gaze, mildly surprised to find a reflection of her own volatile emotions. She dug her blunt claws into his pale chest. “You’re not scared.”Her growl created a devilish smirk on Azer’s lips. It beckoned Katherine to taste his secret joy. She came closer to nuzzle the alluring curve of Azer’s mouth. Katherine wanted to understand why he didn’t hum with wariness. She settled her kiss over his smile, closed her eyes, and fell back down into the silken trap of mindless lust. 'He’s not even close to being afraid.' Katherine released her hold after several minutes and stared into the emerald orbs inches away from hers. “You’re not scared.” His heavy lids drifted down. They hid his glee. “Should I be?” 'Poor Precious. You want to know why I’m not scared? You’re not capable of scaring me like THIS.'With a feral grin, Katherine leaned down and languorously tongued each welt, leaving behind a slick trail. “Maybe. Maybe not.”Azer’s hand crept up to entwine his fingers firmly within the shining mass of hair. He felt her start of surprise. “Give into what you want. I promise I won’t break,” he whispered seductively.
I am a writer who craves to create literary experiences that makes you question your beliefs. I want to push you out of your safety zone. I want you to walk away from reading my fiction and feel, "I am that person," no matter how ugly or scary the character may be.
Why? Because that's what I want to experience as a reader of my work.
I use my fiction as a way to see myself beyond what I present. I hunger for a connection that feels real. Dark romance is the canvas but the paint is how I use the words.
You will never find easily identifiable characters in the hero and villain roles. There are none. Every character is wicked and pure. Just like me. Just like you.
I loved the way the plot unfold so gradually it was almost maddening to read. Each character was solid, well defined and the author has such pathos for them that, no matter how 'evil' (I use the term loosely) they may be, the reader can always empathize which is, of course, as it should be in a world filled with shades of gray.
One aspect of Claudia's writing style has always stuck out for me and that's the way she writes of the helplessness of human emotions and passions - their uncontrollable and irrepressible nature - so well through the use of the inner monologue and reminiscences spliced into the flow of the prose. Little flashes of information that bring the characters to life so simply and so completely.