In celebration of the release of Hourglass the third book in the Evernight Series. Two of my BWB buddies (Tina @ TinasBookReviews & Emily @ What Book is That?) and I have decided to do a vamp week and feature some of the hottest vamps on screen and on page. If you are not familiar with the Evernight Series, you can start with my Evernight review. We are also giving away FIVE (5) copies of Hourglass (Evernight Novels) at Blog with Bite. So stop over there and enter!
PJV’s Vampire Hottie for Today is another Erik, Erik Night.
Erik Night is introduced in the first House of Night book, Marked. He is introduced in a rather compromising setting, as his ex-girlfriend, Aphrodite tries unsuccessfully to woo him back with a bit of oral happiness. This is where Zoe and Erik first lock eyes, Zoe flees and Erik, luckily gets a second chance. Or unluckily if you think of all the men that flock around Zoe… c’mere Erik, once a cheater always a cheater, you don’t need Zoe. 🙂
The first time Zoe sees Erik, as Aphrodite is kneeling before him:
“And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn’t look away from him.” Excerpt from Betrayed, House of Night Book 2
The auditorium exploded as Erik strode, smiling, onto the stage. I could hardly breathe. How could I have forgotten how utterl gorgeous he is? Tall – taller than Cole even – he had black hair that did that adorable Superman curl thing, and eyes so brilliant blue they were like staring into the summer sky. Like the otehr performers, he was dressed all in black, with the firth former insignia of Nyx’s golden chariot pulling a trail of stars over his left breast as teh only break in the dark color scheme. And let me tell you, he made black look good.
He walked to center stage, stopped, smiled directly (and obviously) into my eyes, and winked at me. He was so damn hot I thought I would die. Then he bowed his head and when he raised it he wasn’t eighteen-year-old Erik Night, vampyre fledgling, firth former at the House of Night, anymore. Somehow, right in front of our eyes, he had become a Moorish warrior who was trying to explain to a room full of doubters how a Venetian princess had fallen in love with him, and he with her.