THEY LIVE by Raine Weaver
First of all—many thanks to the Dark Divas for inviting me to guest-blog. It’s my first time, and I’m very honored. Thank you!
So, the rumor is that Vampires are dead and buried.
Of course, literally they always WERE, except for when they were working the graveyard shift and tossing back a pint or two.
But according to agents, editors, and scores of satiated readers, they’re no longer interested in Vampires. They’ve had their fill of Vampires, the market is saturated with Vampires, and no one—NO ONE—is actively looking for Vampire stories.
And that was fine with me. I’d written a werewolf here, an incubus there, but never had any interest in writing vamps…
That is, until last week, when I started writing a story on a whim.
A Vampire story.
What can I say? I think I’m in love.
The fact that Vampires are sexy isn’t news to me. I’ve read the books, seen the films. But creating one from scratch, crafting his looks, history, personality, and sexual inclinations—oh, yes. I was HOOKED. What’s more fun than giving life to a fantasy for yourself?!
And then there’s that sucking thing. I don’t care how you try to rationalize it, sucking is HAWT. Combine the act of sucking with the piercing of the body and certain deft movements of the hips…and oh my, my. Trust me. Vampires are definitely NOT dead.
The next time you hear that the Vampire genre is over and done, don’t believe it for a minute. It may retreat into the mists a bit, may become more cross-genre, more selective—but trust me. Vampires are just too bloody sexy to die.
And the next time anyone tells me they’re passé, I’m going to suggest that they bite me.
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