Life changed after I had children. Priorities shifted, and
suddenly I couldn’t stomach movies and literature that featured violence,
especially violence against kids. The subject became too close to home, too
real.
A year ago I bought a collection of short stories from one
of my favorite authors, Stephen King. Partway through Full Dark, No Stars, I put the tome down, and didn’t pick it up
again.
I didn’t start writing in romance. My first love affair was
horror. Regularly, I slashed and diced. I poured through nonfiction books on
serial killers, trying to get to the heart of the why of murder.
That’s a major question with a death, right? Why was a
victim chosen? How did the slaughter occur? We want all those grisly details.
“Bed of the Dead” doesn’t uncover or answer the questions
about humanity. But, it does take a look at the darkness – that potential for
evil. As a whole, my writing tends to be darker. An erotic paranormal, “Bed of the Dead”
focuses on the power and greed that comes with immortality.
While I’m unable to face reading horror, I guess it hasn’t
kept me from writing about it. Also, there’s an additional complexity of
emotion. With my daughters, love becomes all encompassing. My youngest at 5
likes to hold me tight, her face snuggled into my breasts, breathing in my
scent. It’s a carnal, purely physical connection. If one’s out of my sight, it
feels like something is missing. When both go in opposite directions, I’m torn,
unsure of how to watch both.
As I continue to evolve, so does my writing. Such a new
realm, a softer edge, to be embraced.
When Chloe places an online ad for some kinky sex, she doesn’t expect to
hook up with a vampire coven. But sleeping in the bed of the dead isn’t
all she expected. Instead of a cold lay, she craves some warm flesh.
Fortunately, gorgeous surfer-boy Seth is more than willing to share his
humanity.
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4 comments:
Thank you for hosting me today. Love the diversity of your site!
Louisa, it seems like I've always been a mother, so I'm not sure how my writing changed with kids. I'm sure it did. I love what you said about your children...it never goes away. When one is out of sight, a piece of you is missing.
Tari
I didn't start writing until my kids were older. Now, that my oldest is 19, I'm nervous abotu the sexual content of my writing, because she's old enough to understand. It's amazing how our lives revolve around our kids as mother. Wait...that's how it's supposed to work.
Can't wait to read!
Tari -- Yep, some others don't understand. But it's so there. Not sure how I'll deal as they get older.
Vivi -- Is your oldest the one I met? She seemed a bit in "awe" or not sure how to take everyone ;-)
Thanks for stopping by!
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