Authors have colorful inner voices. We look at everyday household items and wonder how to kill characters with them. We watch the news and constantly ask, “But what if this happened instead? How can I change that? How can I use it?”
My muse is funny, but she can be a major pain in the butt. I have a hard time sleeping because my muse thinks bedtime is ideal for plotting and writing dialogue. She fills my inner monologue with snarky commentary that is witty but seldom socially appropriate. Luckily as an author I have an outlet for that, and can let my characters blurt the one-liners that I’m too polite to utter.
When I started writing Bite Me, it became clear that my heroine had a similar problem. Her inner monologue is similarly inappropriate, but instead of hearing her muse, Lizzy hears her inner demon. Every vampire has a bit of demon inside them, and Lizzy’s is a succubus—a lust demon. Lizzy constantly battles her demon’s lustful urges, and that struggle is only made worse when the zombie apocalypse happens and Lizzy must take in a group of survivors.
I had a ton of fun writing Lizzy’s conversations with her demon, giving voice to her inappropriate commentary and generally driving Lizzy crazy. I hope readers enjoy it as well. :-)
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: March 17, 2015
Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 80k
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Consumed by the need to feed…
After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.
Officer Angela Kinney was on duty when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety in exchange for blood.
Sean MacMillan never expected to see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.
The veil of secrecy shrouding the supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom of the food chain.
Warning: Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.
We emerged from the coffin to find a note taped to the inside of my closet door, with the instructions, “Sean, read this first.”
No good would come of that. Irritated, I handed him the note and opened the door. I emerged into an empty, silent bedroom. Blinking in confusion, I paused after a few steps. No flock, no werewolves and no one seated at my computer. The door was shut and locked, and my stomach dropped as I was blasted by an icy wave of fear.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, whirling on Sean.
He stood in the doorway to the closet, lean and so tall he nearly scraped the doorframe. Sean studied me silently, his face a placid mask, and then he slowly unbuttoned the jacket he’d just donned and set it aside.
“Sean…” My voice dropped in warning as he began unbuttoning his shirt. I growled for added effect, but he continued, stripping the shirt and then the undershirt beneath until he was bare-chested. He didn’t seem interested or aroused—Sean looked like a man being led to the gallows. I growled again, but instead of a threat it was a sound of interest voice by my stirring demon. She was captivated by the landscape of pale skin across his toned abs, wondering what his skin would feel like beneath our fingertips.
“Lean and strong, like our Athena. Wouldn’t they make a striking pair in our bed?”
“Elizabeth, come here,” Sean ordered.
I was halfway to him before I realized what had happened—anger at falling so easily into the reflex warred with my demon’s desire to obey. With a snarl I froze, planting my feet in a fighting stance just out of arm’s reach.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snapped.
Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing.
Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.
As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.