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Jewel is
suffering from a bad case of writer’s block when she
stumbles onto a solution. A gift from a close relative
proves to be the answer to her prayers. The journals written
by a man hundreds of years ago; a lost soul named Vincent
that believed he was a vampire.
When the
owner of the diaries shows up, fiction becomes reality.
Vincent is
a real vampire. The vampire council is not pleased about
the threat of exposure; Jewel’s books are a hit. A council
member, Alucard, takes an interest in the feisty author.
Her life will depend upon deciding to become a vampire’s
human servant. Will she choose Vincent or Alucard?
Although
you can never have enough of the bloodsucking undead, I’ve
come to the realization that I’ve read way too much vampire
literature. Why? Because I recognize two characters in
Diary of an Incubus from other works of recent
renown I have enjoyed. Vincent brings the heat; the
pretty-boy-meets-sex-god-goodness, made famous by
Jean-Claude of the Anita Blake series, plus a sprinkling of
Louis from Anne Rice’s world. Alucard is an undead ringer
for the maniacal Alucard of shonen manga, Hellsing.
Minus the guns and Nazis, he’s still just as scary,
well-dressed and possessed of limitless vampire powers.
Jewel is the author; in fact, this entire novel is a Mary
Sue. That does not mean it was lousy. Au contraire, it was
well-written and delightful.
Vincent or Alucard? Personally, I favored Alucard. Ms.
Kitts outdid herself in remaking him her own. I loved the
overhaul, the added character developments. It was
fabulous. Vincent seemed rather lackluster at times. Yet,
he provided balance for Jewel who was not terribly
remarkable outside her abilities as an author and sex
kitten. For me, this novel was a guilty pleasure. The
finale was a dramatic showdown that fit the bill. Outside
of Alucard’s appearance and abilities, there weren’t a lot
of surprises for me. But I went along for the ride out of
sheer fun. Fun and audacity can take a narrative to new
heights. Sometimes that’s all you need. |
