Showing posts with label villains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label villains. Show all posts

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Normandie Alleman Talks Edits and AFGOs

By Normandie Alleman (Guest Blogger)

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As a relatively new author, I’m still getting used to the editing process. Some edits that I’ve received from my publisher have been relatively painless. Others, not so much. Edits often involve “killing your darlings” as Stephen King calls it. They can break your heart or help you solve a problem in your book. Sometimes it’s a problem you didn’t even know you had.

I’m currently editing a book that I knew had some problems. I had struggled with where to begin the story and with my villain. To be honest I was too timid to make him as evil as I really wanted to. I thought that in a romance it would be too much to have him be as bad as he really needed to be. So when my editor told me the character wasn’t working, he needed to be worse, I felt like I had “permission” to write an all-out bad guy. (He did warn me to stop short of Hannibal Lecter. That was good. I need boundaries.)

Even when my sensitive little feelers are hurt by some of my editor’s criticisms, I try to remember that editors absolutely know how to make your book better. They can see what we, as writers, often miss. With every book, and every set of edits, I become a better writer. Keeping that in mind, every time I sit down to tackle a pile of tough edits, I remind myself my book will be better for it, and it’s just another AFGO (Another Freaking Growth Opportunity).

Today I’m sharing with you about a sweet short story (which didn’t require too many edits – fist pump!) called Subterfudge, a light, fluffy BDSM story about romance in the hottest room in the house.

Subterfudge Blurb


When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food? 

Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.

Excerpt

Something soft and fluffy drifted up the inside of one of her legs, barely passing over her crotch before it glided down her other leg. It could have been a feather…a frilly, lush sensation. Yes, please.

I know how much you like being tied up…do you think I need to do that to you tonight?”

Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered with need.

Good thing I brought these, then.” He clutched her wrists and bound her with the familiar cloth restraints that he used with her so frequently. Her hands were confined above her head, their movement restricted to a few inches in each direction.

Spread your legs for me.”

Ashley obeyed. The air in the room was chilly. A sense of vulnerability came over her. It reminded her of that feeling when you’re a patient in a cold, sterile hospital room.

Then she felt his mouth on her. She lurched and gasped for air when he buried his face in her mound. Tongue licking, nose nudging, teeth nipping, his hot breath coated her with his own lust. He had her quaking in moments.

She was on the verge of climax when he stopped.

Bastard! He’s teasing me. She was breathless, at the peak of arousal. He loves seeing me like a bitch in heat.

I’m going to play with you with some unusual toys. I want you to try and guess what they are. I will help you along, but you give your best guess. Ready?”

Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

Thwack! She felt something on the inside of her leg. What is that?

Keep your legs spread.” His voice issued a warning.

Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

More swats from the unknown implement. That feels familiar. What is it? When have I felt it before?

Then a swat to her pussy woke her up. The sting wasn’t terrible, but it definitely brought the blood to the surface and made her cry out.

What am I smacking you with, little sub?”

I’m not sure…”

Watch the video! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jT4tARS994I

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About the Author:


A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, her hunky husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

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Saturday, February 9, 2013

Walk on the Dark Side

By Lynn Townsend (Guest Blogger)

"If this was one of Lynn's stories, they'd be an ax-wielding clan of murderers, rather than a cutesy family." -- Matt B.

I like bad guys.

My first childhood crush was Han Solo, back in the days where there was no "Han shot first" bullpockey. Han shot. Greedo died. And Harrison Ford was cute, and not-blond, which was a big plus for me. Being a brunette and constantly being compared unfavorably to my blond cousin. Han was a smuggler and a thief, a gambler and a liar, and he expected to be paid for whatever he did. It was motivation I could get behind.

Bad guys get all the best lines.

"Why a spoon, cousin?"
"Because it's dull, you twit. It'll hurt more."
-- Sheriff of Nottingham, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves

"I have altered the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further."
-- Darth Vader, Empire Strikes Back

"Do you expect me to talk?"
"No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die."
--Auric Goldfinger, Goldfinger

"I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety. And worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor? Huh! Honor's killed millions of people, it hasn't saved a single one. I'll tell you what I do like though: a killer, a dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold blooded, clean, methodical and thorough. Now a real killer, when he picked up the ZF-1, would've immediately asked about the little red button on the bottom of the gun. "
-- Zorg, The Fifth Element

"We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. What do you say?"
-- Hades, Hercules

Villains often get the best clothes. I mean, let's be serious. Who looks cooler, Boba Fett or Luke Skywalker? Rochefort or Porthos?

I have been in love with villains and anti-heroes since the beginning. I liked Rhett Butler over Ashley Wilkes (Gone with the Wind), Raistlin over Tanis (Dragonlance Chronicles), Edmund over Peter (Narnian Chronicles), and probably the most argued, Harold Lauder over Stu Redman (The Stand).

And yet... I write romance and erotic romance. It's difficult, at best, to fit a decent villain into a 5,000 - 10,000 word short story. An erotic romance often lacks the space, or the time, to need a villain; my hero and heroine (or hero and hero!) don't have a bad guy to overcome in order to be together. They have a situation to resolve.


Seeming with one mind, several of them leapt toward the war-wagon, mouth agape in broken-tooth snarls, mouths gaping wide and dripping toxic saliva. One scrambled for a fingerhold on the narrow strip of portal, giving Avesy his first look at a live lazar. Unfortunately, it was rapidly followed by his second view, and his third and tenth. They didn’t get any more attractive, or less wrong-seeming with repeated exposure.

Each one looked almost human. Almost. In ways that twisted the brain into uncomfortable places. Eyes that were too large, or too narrow, or just hell's breath in the wrong entire locations. Mouths that gaped and stretched, filled with more teeth than were strictly necessary. Tongues with eyeballs on the tip. Clawed hands that could rip up steel and tie it in knots. Bulging muscles, straining at split and mangled flesh. And in every mangled, tortured face, Avesy could see hunger, desperate hunger. He swallowed hard, hands tightening on the wheel.

How is Korin not insane, dealing with these creatures? Avesy thought, jerking the war-wagon sharply to the left to loosen the zombie’s grasp on it. The pulse-rifle fired, a stacatto thump, the strike of a muffled drum. Whump whump whump. The lazars fell like poisoned roaches, not even twitching in the aftermath.

-- W.O.L., He Loves Me for My Brainsss (http://tinyurl.com/b5lzxpr)

They may not always show up in my stories. But this is me, and I can't ever give up my first love.

Villains.

Bio
 
Lynn Townsend is a geek, a mother, a dreamer, and the proud owner of a portable black
hole that eats kittens, odd socks, staplers and her car keys. Her works have appeared in a dozen
collections, including “Steamlust” and “Coming Together: Hungry for Love.” When not writing, her interests include coffee snobbery, filk music, assorted geekery, and chasing her child around. To learn more about Lynn, please visit her website, http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/ or on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/LynnTownsendwriter

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Devil and the Romance Writer

By Nan Comargue (Guest Blogger)


Thanks to Lisabet Sarai for giving me this opportunity to guest on her wonderful blog today!

Romance novels don’t require a villain. Often, the necessary emotional conflict is provided by internal conflict, meaning that the characters themselves are the biggest obstacle to the Happily Ever After (HEA) – think about your prime witness to a crime heroine who’s been on her own since was sixteen having to accept help from the hero police officer. There’s nothing stopping her from falling for the sexy cop except her own hang ups about being dependent on another person. And maybe he’s got his own reasons for disliking her attitude. Sexual attraction is masked as irritation and love grows out of proximity. HEA.

But sometimes, you want to write about an external factor that’s keeping the main characters apart. Enter: the Villain. Duh duh duhhhhhh.

Villains don’t have to be all bad. They can take the form of the girl who still loves your hero from since they went out as teenagers. She’s acting out of love when she does everything she can to sabotage the hero and heroine’s HEA. However, the villain’s motive is rarely so lofty. They can be acting to keep the lovers apart due to greed, hatred, revenge, or any number of other reasons.

Wait a second. The villain’s motives? You’ve spent all this time crafting your heroine’s character, her personal history, her likes and dislikes. You even know what size undies she wears! And you’ve done the same for the hero as well. Why the hell would you waste time coming up with motives for a third character?

Because, in a really good story, often the villain is as interesting and important as the protagonists. Hannibal Lector, anyone? Not to mention Kurtz from Heart of Darkness or Voldemort from the Harry Potter series. Indeed, the villain may even be worthy of titular notice, like Count Dracula, who’s far more famous than the hero of the piece (extra points if you can even remember his name).

So who is the villain in a romantic story? Well, if you read Lucy Maud Montgomery (author of more than just Anne of Green Gables) the ‘romantic hurdle’ villain is often a family member intent on not allowing an often younger relative marry a particular person, or even at all. Typically, the dutiful younger child or sibling makes the promise and sticks by it for many years, until the villain’s beliefs change (sometimes on the death bed or even beyond) and the aged lovers reunite. Of course, contemporary romance fiction may require an extensive suspension of disbelief to envision such a dutiful young relative nowadays.

This means we can get more creative with our villains. Often, the villain in contemporary romances is a sexual rival. An ex-spouse or lover who pops back up just as the main characters are on the verge of finding bliss. A would-be lover who still persists after several rejections and whose bitterness causes them to intervene in the lovers’ plight, to their detriment.

In my first published erotic romance, the villain was the Devil. Well, not quite. It was actually just a demon, one of the dark lord’s underlings, but just as evil and obstructionist to the protagonists’ (a pair of angel-warriors) HEA. It didn’t hurt that the demon was gorgeous and virile, although he was still unrepentantly evil. To a large extent, the demon’s motives revolve around the fact that he is just evil, plain and simple, but to add a little complication (and sex) to the plot, I made him fall for the angelic heroine. Ooo, classic Good versus Evil with a hearty dose of sinful sex. Just the way I like it.

Conflict is essential to any good story and a villain ratchets up the tension with their evil machinations. Your bad guy doesn’t have to be the Devil himself but a little devilish behaviour can make life just that much harder for your hero and heroine—and make the reader cheer extra hard for them while at the same time booing and hissing the villain.

About Nan Comargue: I’m a romance writer with erotic tendencies. My first two erotic romance stories were recently published with Total-E-Bound in April and May. The first is about a war between angels and demons that separates an angelic couple. The second is about a woman who returns home to the ranch where she grew up and finds herself falling in love with both brothers who own it.

Twitter: @NanComargue