Today for Wicked Wednesday, J. Paulette Forshey gives us a taste of her vampires… I lay in my bed tossing and turning, and then grabbed a pillow from behind my head, punched it, bunched it and flopped back on it. Restlessness crawled over my flesh, and a growing feeling gnawed at me that my life was stagnate, a piece missing, a void that need filled. Lying between the covers, staring at the ceiling, blessedly the deep shadows in the room reached out to wrap me in their inky blackness and I slept. That’s when they, the Tarczals, came and whispered in my ear. For the next few nights, I eagerly...




















