Wicked Wenches

I definitely love vampires–love their strength and the fact that they aren’t good. There is always some bad in a vampire–something that probably comes from their need to feed.
I think you could probably extend this out to encompass all creatures of the dark–demons, werewolves, the whole lot of them. They all harbor their secrets and their sense of self hatred that makes them the flawed and brooding heroes we have come to know and love.
Throw into that mix a vampire hunter or a woman who doesn’t know what she’s in for and you’ve got a great story on your hands.

Since the ladies so nicely elaborated, I’ll do the same.
Why do I write paranormals… hmm. I blame Anne Stuart. It’s all her fault.
Way back when, I got my hands on “Night of the Phantom” and I practically devoured it. (Which reminds me that I have to re-read that one.)
That got me started on paranormals. Then I read Tanya Huff’s Blood series and that got me started on vampires. I love em to bits, blood and death and all. I wrote vampires in a time when everyone went “Vampires don’t sell”. Friends of mine wrote them too, told the same thing. It never stopped us.
As a result I know way too much about death and dying.
Today, a vampire romance is nothing out of the ordinary. Take Christine Feehan for instance. Her Carpathians are essentially vampires, dressed up a little differently. Still vampires though.
You have Sherri Kenyon and her Dark Hunters – they’re also vampires. In a sense. Again, dressed up differently, with a different slant and a different history but alas… a rose by any other name – is still a rose.
Today, I’ve moved on from the vamps. My critters are different, they don’t fit with the monsters, yet in a sense that is what they are. Still big bad and not domesticated though. You wouldn’t want one of them living in your basement.
Or maybe you do.
As for why… You think I know the answer to that? The bad guys turn me on, that’s all there is to it. I guess the paras are badder than your average biker dude, or maybe not.
I’ve read some pretty hefty bad guys before that didn’t come equipped with a set of very sharp teeth.
I write because I have to write. I can’t not write, I’d go insane. Certifiably so.
So I do what keeps me sane and put pen to paper… hopefully someone will like it and then maybe you get to read it too.