What is “Urban Fantasy”? #demons #vampires #hornyteens #wildsex

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By Dacy Alex (Guest Blogger)

Before I begin, I must thank Lisabet for having me back on her blog and also for being such a wonderful and awesome friend. I couldn’t have met a better lady!

What’s the best thing about Lisabet? She understands what the book genre urban fantasy is. There is no need for explanations or examples. She just knows.

My book series Splendificent falls into the urban fantasy category. However, in real life, I find a lot of people do not understand what that means. The older the person gets, the more likely they are to think it relates to theoretical urban planning. That always elicits a small laugh from me.

In my opinion, urban fantasy is straightforward to define. It is our modern world of cars, skyscrapers, smartphones, PornHub, IG stalking, and televisions mixed with the fantastical elements of vampires and werewolves and witches. Think Vampire Diaries or Twilight. Those are two of my inspirations for Splendificent. They are what I consider the ultimate urban fantasies even if they don’t have PornHub references.

What makes a good urban fantasy is up to the reader. For me what makes an excellent urban fantasy is what makes a good book in any genre. I need engaging characters, a well-paced story, and standout dialogue.

However, what hooks me about an urban fantasy story is when the author builds the lore of the world. They don’t just set vampires in Boston. They tell you how vampires came to be in Boston. Or why some humans can practice witchcraft. They weave the occult and supernatural into the history and fabric of our existence. I’ve seen some authors tie fantasy into significant historical events and figures. The Nazis and their occult research is a popular topic.

Urban fantasy is not to be confused with magical realism. At least in my opinion. Magical realism presents a realistic view of our world with magical elements. Splendificent has demon summoning, portal hopping elves, and sex curses. That doesn’t seem like our world at all. Well, maybe it’s your world. If it is, then I worry about you. But, I also sort of envy you.

If you think like me, then again, I worry about you. But that means you have often wondered what our world would be like with vampires or demons or elves or any mythical creature. Well, like-minded crazy person, Splendificent is the series for you! It has a hard-drinking vampire, a gold digging fox spirit, an elf princess who oinks during sex, a scheming witch, and a surly pixie all wrapped up in sexy packages of hot busty babes.

 

Splendificent 2: The saga continues!

An evil elf prince, five supernatural babes, and a ninja mercenary gang combine to raise hell n the Big Apple

Fall semester is underway at New York City’s prestigious Hemera University, but for Giselle Nyfall and her extraordinary collection of supernatural roommates it’s not grades they are worried about... it’s their lives.

Having saved New York’s elite from a zombifying curse, Giselle and The Hot Squad find themselves dealing with the outrageous aftermath of their thigh-thumping heroics. The Squad members must battle supernatural mercenaries, contend with a portal to the underworld, avoid demonic death traps and thwart a nefarious prince hellbent on fulfilling an ancient prophecy and bringing on the death of one Squad member who happens to be his sister. All difficult assignments when they’re constantly losing their skimpy clothes and falling into the arms of hot studs and each other!

Will Giselle and her voluptuous companions come together to triumph over the forces of evil? Does the family that slays together stay together? Find out in the sexy, hilarious and politically incorrect Splendificent 2!

Buy Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08H2LG3TY

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08H2LG3TY

Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08H2LG3TY

Amazon Aussie: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B08H2LG3TY

Excerpt

"Something's wrong, Claude," a henchman with braided hair put forth in a shaky voice.

Something was indeed wrong. Mister braided hair's nose was shattered to the point it was no longer recognizable as a nose, thanks to a running elbow from one Fleur Flanagan.

"Holy crap!" Giselle spat out, as one man nearly provided his pants with a holy crap as he watched Fleur send a spinning kick with her opaque Nikes to dislocate one of his partners’ jaw.

Claude, the leader, acted in a flash of ninja-like terror, whipping a throwing star of all things into Fleur's shoulder.

"Fleur!" Giselle shouted in worry, not noticing that white cat darting below her feet.

"Jeez, what a pain," Fleur lamented at her shoulder, then brought that exact pain to another goon by depositing the throwing star just an inch away from his kibbles and bits. He fell to the ground, shrieking his agony with his eyes fluttering open and shut.

"What the hell are you?" Claude snapped at Fleur.

"I’m just a bitch looking to fuck some shit up. There should be some goofy fox girl coming to fuck you up too but she got caught up doing a selfie with a Maltese."

"Double holy crap! Triple holy crap! Quadruple holy crap! Infinite holy crap!" Giselle and her limited vocabulary shouted as the pale man lunged for her. Thanks to simple klutziness alone, Giselle avoided his grapple by tripping over the kitty and falling flat on her denim shorts.

The pale man didn't appreciate any interference from the cat and bashed it with a thudding kick.

"Bad move, bad person," Giselle barked. Against any semblance of good judgment, Giselle grabbed a stone and threw it at the pale man for harming the feline.

It proved to be a bad move for Giselle as the bad person made a bad lunge for her yet again. Unfortunately for him and his dental health, Fleur slid in to remove several of his teeth with a sliding boot.

“Well, aren’t you an annoying prick? Don’t think about touching Giselle’s big jiggly white ass!”

Another thug let out a roar of a crazed beast and delivered a left cross to Fleur's face, staggering her backwards.

Through a bloody mouth, Fleur bellowed, "In the immortal words of former Celtic Kevin Garnett, 'hell nah! Trash ass bitch!'" and then rifled an opaque Nike into his stomach that hurled him backward.

He came back at Fleur, bashing her in the stomach with a knee. Fleur crumpled to the ground next to Giselle.

However, Fleur turned her position to her advantage as she tangled up her foe's ankles in her legs and brought him to a nose-breaking meeting with the pavement.

"Mega holy crap!" Giselle screamed while clutching the white kitty. It wasn't clear who was protecting whom in that embrace.

Another goon grabbed Fleur from behind, attempting to choke her out. Sadly for him, Fleur ruined his plan and probably the rest of his life by harshly flipping him forward to the ground. Before he could register what just happened, Fleur was using her right Nike to push his face into the hard alley ground. After that, very little was recognizable of the man's facial features.

Claude remained calm under pressure as he whipped out a sai from beneath his shirt and used the three-pronged weapon to skewer Fleur in the stomach.

Fleur's face registered agony with her features twisting into a frown, and her eyes slamming shut. Yet her misery was but a fleeting thing as she came back to life, yanking Claude across her shoulders then tossing him head-first into the ground at her side. A satisfying crunch rung out. Claude went limp— just another victim of the babe with the big happy grin.

"I'm gonna need you to come at me all at once," Fleur decided. "This one-at-a-time, piecemeal approach isn't working with my need-it-now Gen Z mentality."

The SKM crew broke and broke hard. They ran like the very hounds of hell were nipping at their heels. But it was just little ol’ Fleur, with the full face made adorable by puppy fat. Though even looking at the pale blue eyes, the trademark red ribbon on brown hair, Giselle still couldn't recognize this version of Fleur.

"That stupid redhead is disgustingly unreliable," Fleur complained. "And she shed all over my favorite blanket."

"Oh. My. Gaaaaaawwwwdddddd!" Giselle howled, her big blue eyes glossy with wonder. "You're like Batman, not the Christian Bale Batman or Ben Affleck Batman, but definitely the Arkham Games one. It’s like the press triangle button appeared and you said eff that, I'm pressing triangle AND square, and L1 and B, and the Playstation doesn't even have a B button! You're a vampire Batman! Wowie!"

Giselle's video game rambling may have actually been appropriate as Fleur looked over her bested enemies as if she were in an online game searching for "phat loot."

"SKM goon, SKM goon, SKM goon," Fleur mumbled until that big happy smile reappeared on her face. "Hey, this short one is an SKM ninja."

Giselle and her new feline pal peered at Claude, while both keeping a tentative distance.

"I don't know what an SKM ninja is," Giselle lamented. "Are you a ninja also? Are you an ABC, DEF, CNBC ninja?"

Fleur went on to say, "Pft, I'm not part of some gang of paint by numbers tattooed losers."

Giselle found Fleur to be babydoll cute. She had gigantic innocent pale blue eyes, a stream of chocolate-colored hair usually pinned by a ribbon, a face full of baby fat and full red lips. What wasn’t babydoll like was her figure, which was chiseled and honed to rock hard perfection.

"Anyway, thanks for saving me. You followed me?"

"Dusty told me what was up. You’ve got a real annoying habit of getting in the worst possible situations so we decided to come after you. It’d be a pain in the ass if you got kidnapped again or murdered with your mom around. What’d Wanda say about what you found?"

Giselle explained Prince Trygyrr showing up, the nature of the pillar as well as Tartarus and the link to Hemera. All of which earned a scowl from Fleur.

"So what can we do?" Giselle questioned.

"Not take advice from creepy elves. He reminds me of the supernatural equivalent of the guy who masturbates in the 2010 Corolla when the kids are on recess and says he didn’t know the kids would be on recess when he started jerking off."

"I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion. But what do we do about this pillar?"

"This lame shit might be connected to the cursed guys at our condo, which could be connected to my dad. Or it could be extra bullshit we have to deal with. I wish I was dead."

"You’re so cute when you’ve decided something’s hopeless."

"Cute?" Fleur rolled her pale blue eyes. "Ugh. You wanna die."

Giselle noticed something very peculiar about Fleur's appearance. Not the bloodstains on her green and white striped shirt, not the fact that she had no wounds from being stabbed by a sai and a throwing star. No something else was off about Fleur.

"Fleur, why do you suddenly look like Rouge from X-Men?"

"Huh?"

"You've got a white streak in your hair."

"Are you serious? Already?" Fleur's hand went directly to tug at the sudden streak of bright white that had exploded from her otherwise Godiva chocolate straight hair.

"Is this normal for you? Getting a Vidal Sassoon color job?"

"I need to remedy this shit quick. I could bite you," Fleur mused, "but you're a real whiner. But then again that big white ass looks like a big ball of cookie dough.”

“Sugar cookie cookie dough!”

That must be Fleur’s favorite flavor because without a word the brunette buried her doll face between Giselle’s sumptuous cheeks. The demon-vampire hybrid started growling like a wild boar as she ran her face up and down and bottoms that were so tight they could have been painted onto to Giselle’s generous helping of derriere.

“Eeep!” Giselle shouted as her legs began to buckle. “You can’t eat ass in an alley!

Fleur pulled back with the comment of, “Shut up for a second. That’s not enough. I’m better at sucking dick anyway. I’m gonna drain this guy limp.

"Drain him limp?" Giselle questioned to herself, then turned to her white feline buddy, "Mister Kitty, our friend Fleur is a vampire."

"You're explaining things and not going all eeep or whatever. Maybe, Tristabelle was right. You are too stupid to be scared of this shit."

"Tristabelle didn't say that!"

Fleur’s full lips pursed in thought, "Maybe it was Sofi."

"You're the only one who talks like that. Just drink his blood so we can go."

Fleur dropped to the ground and started unbuckling Claude’s weapon belt. That got a quarter of an eeep from Giselle. When Fleur pulled down his pants and underwear that got half an eeep. When Fleur waved her hand over his limp penis to turn it into a full-blown erection that got a full eeep.

About the Author

Dacy Alex is an author that has also taken home several screenwriting awards under a different name. Dacy loves the possibilities of the supernatural but also the inherent weirdness of the everyday world and likes to combine the two whenever possible. Dacy likes to focus his stories on new adults, which might explain why he can subsist on a steady diet of CW shows. The 100 and The Originals are the best ones don’t @ me, bro. Dacy’s an avid video gamer; Dacy’s favorite games are Final Fantasy X-2 and Persona 4: Golden.

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