The best part of writing is...

...when it makes you smile. Writing should be fun, not something that is unpleasant or a drudgery. Today was spent writing on my current WIP, a vampire/shapeshifter romance that has elements of comedy in it. Above all, it's a romance. I would never be able to write unless it had a HEA.....


Here's a sneak peek:

He accepted another Vampire Chaser from the bartender and continued to watch the people milling around. Most only gave him a cursory nod, never speaking to him. Others just steered clear of him. Rex had a feeling they knew who he was and what he was, and didn’t want to disturb him.
Fine with him. Though the drink ebbed his anger, he still felt sexual urges. Perhaps in a little bit he would approach one of the women to help satisfy his needs.
The music slowed to a surreal beat, lights transcended the room into a shadowy glow. The couple at the table now had their arms around each other, kissing earnestly. His cock twitched watching them, and he suppressed an urge to join them.
A touch on his upper arm and a voice purred in his ear, “Why are you standing here all alone when you could be with someone?”
He started to turn his head to see who she was, but her fingers slid up to his cheek to prevent him from doing so.
“No. Don’t look. Just use your senses.” Her voice was soft as the fingers that feathered across his face.
She smelled of crushed gardenias, enveloping his nostrils and he breathed deeply her scent. Pure lust filled him. Too long he’d been without a woman. Here he cruised the bar looking for a willing woman and Rex suspected he had one willing standing right next to him.
“Maybe I want to look at you to see what a beauty you are?” he murmured, his erection stirring against the tight confines of clothing.
“But aren’t surprises the best fun of all?” She leaned closer, her breath tickling the side of his face. “We can pretend to be blindfolded and never know who we kissed.”
“Only kisses?” He had to know the answer as his penis began to press painfully against the constrictiveness of his zipper. Her words tempted him. It was what he came for, so why resist what she offered?
She laughed softly, a tinkling sound which contrasted sharply against the Bon Jovi music now playing. A few couples were dancing, but most were involved in cuddling.
“We can do anything you want.” She leaned closer and he swore he could feel her tongue on his shoulder. “Anything…”