So, angels and demons. I have to admit, and anyone that knows me already knows this, I’m not really a parascary type of girl. I know, I’m infamous for making up my own words. This was one I came up with when I first started in this industry and met my good friend JL Oiler. I called her my parascary friend and it seemed to stick. I tried my hand at paranormal a couple of times. Once with Destiny’s Fire—a play on the old Phoenix myth—and again with Salvation in which I write a funny little tale about a girl that can “see” things. ;) While they were a lot of fun to write, I quickly came to the determination that parascary just isn’t my genre. I’ll leave it to the experts and I’ll stick to what I know and do best, contemporary erotic romance running the gamut from BDSM to ménage to mixed preference (ie m/m, m/m/f, etc). Oh, and military. I love writing military, well, because I’m a military wife and I believe in writing what you know. I know Marines and make them come to life. Whew…getting hot in here…or maybe that’s the heat off this demon theme thing we’ve got going on blazing a bit… J
I’m a big chicken. There I said it. I’m afraid of the dark. I’m afraid of ghosts (I believe they are real). And I’m afraid of all things that go bump in the night. You won’t catch me watching a scary movie for love nor money and zombies just plain gross me out. However, there was a time long ago and far away I wasn’t such a woosie. I would stay up all hours of a Saturday night alone watching whatever scary thing I could find on the tube. Now, bear in mind, back then things were different. I’ll be telling on myself here, but what the hell. I grew up in a time where there were only three channels to choose from. Late on Saturday nights there were three things one could watch: Lawrence Welk reruns, some late night talk show or other, or the scary movie fest usually in the form of some black and white film. While I’m a self-proclaimed chicken, these old black and whites intrigued me. I love the original Dracula and Wolfman. Now those were movies. No one sparkled and everyone pissed themselves. What’s the fun in not pissing oneself in fright after all? Right? Once I got into high school, those old mesh looking satellite dishes were all the rage and I watched in fascination as Anne Rice’s characters came to life, pseudo-Bela Lugosi style. Still no one sparkled and the idea of a vampire ravishing one in the middle of the night was erotically thrilling. Made your heart patter and your panties wet. Didn’t it?
You know it’s true. Who didn’t dream of Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt creeping up the trellis at night, fangs extended to make sweet, tortuous love to them in painful, emotion ripping fashion? Dear Lord…forget angels!
Demons it is. And old school demons at that…J I may have to drag out some movies now and pop some popcorn. Or, dust off an Anne Rice novel or two…
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