So, I’m sitting here sipping my hot apple cider (what? Not all writers drink coffee. I don’t. Tastes like I imagine battery acid does. Blech. But, I digress…), and I’m thinking about our topic of things that bite. I don’t write a lot of vampires. I have some in Big Girls Don’t Die. And I have a vampire secondary character in my upcoming Kensington Aphrodisia novel, Every Witch Way, but I tend to go with other paranormal beasties that bite.
To me, there’s just something schmexy about a guy who’s half-wild and in touch with his animal instincts. Really in touch. And he’s got the fangs to prove it.
In most of my books, the fangs may flash a bit when he’s excited or pissed off, but no one gets bitten until it’s mating time. So, biting isn’t just a fun sexual fetish, but a serious mark-you-as-mine-for-life kind of endeavor.
And that’s just hot to me, because, really, that just takes alpha male claiming to a whole new level. An extra yummy level. I mean, think about it, you now have this big, sexy beastie as yours and yours alone (unless we’re talking threesome, in which case the sexy awesomeness just become exponential) forever and ever and ever.
In some of my books, the girl is a shifter, too, so she gets to sink her fangs in and mark him as hers. Like…forget the wedding band, you can take those off, let’s go big or go home. Let’s make it permanent.
Sure, it’s primitive, but really…we are talking people who are in touch with their primal side. A little biting and scratching in bed, some fangs and claws, never hurt anyone, right?
In honor of my beasties that bite, I’m giving away an advanced copy of my new shifter book, UNTAMED, to one lucky commenter on this post. I’ll draw a winner next Monday and post here to announce who won!
AND THE WINNER IS: Lyoness2009
Thanks so much for entering, everyone!