Bump In the Night…With Special Guest Sherrill Quinn Back to Blog
Update!!! Sherrill’s winner is…Edie! Congrats, Edie! But wait…there’s more! Sherrill decided to pick two additional folks to receive bookmarks, pens, and other goodies. (Very cool, Sherrill!) These runners-up are Mel K and Carol.
My sister-in-law doesn’t understand my fascination (or her youngest daughter’s for that matter) with creatures that go bump in the night. I’ve loved them since I was a kid, not withstanding the Frankenstein monster who goosed me as I entered into a haunted house when I was 16. As a teenager I watched all those old Hammer Dracula films starring Christopher Lee–still by far one of my favorite Draculas. Although I think Leslie Nielsen did a credible job in Dracula: Dead and Loving It. LOL
The historical vampire was a reanimated corpse that crawled out of its grave each night to feast on the blood of nearby villages, usually family members. It wasn’t until Bram Stoker created Count Dracula that we ended up with the sexy villain (or hero, as in most paranormal romances) of today. We love them tall, dark and brooding, and if they’re fangy, too…well, all the better!
When people ask me what my favorite horror/vampire movie is, I have a hard time answering that question. Because my favorite vampire/horror movie has horror icons–Lon Chaney, Jr. as the Wolfman, Bela Lugosi as Dracula and, at the end, the voice of Vincent Price as the Invisible Man–but it’s not really a horror movie. It’s Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein.
So, do you like horror comedies? (Would that be a hormedy?) Or do you like your horror unadulterated and dark?
I have a copy of Belong to the Night, the anthology I’m in with Cynthia Eden and Shelley Laurenston up for grabs to one random commenter. So let me know your thoughts. Dark and brooding? Or not-so-dark and funny? Or somewhere in between?
Just to whet your appetite for what you have a chance to win, here’s the blurb and a short excerpt from my story, City of the Dead:
Dori Falcon is a witch with a plan: get to New Orleans, locate her missing brother, and recover the Eye of Bastet, a mysterious and powerful amulet. Her plan never included falling for sexy Cajun cop Jake Boudreau; but without his help, she may never find the demon who has her brother, and the key to her family’s survival.
Dori sighed and stared at Jake Boudreau’s implacable face. Dark brows were drawn down over eyes that held a look of concern sparked with a small amount of irritation.
Not just because of the way she’d left things between them six months ago, but also because here she was again, trying to encourage him to help her find her wayward younger brother.
Arthur Falcon had come to the Big Easy to meet a very dangerous and unpredictable witch named Alex Sabin. Art planned something that Dori had tried and tried to talk him out of. As much as she’d loved her father, trying to bring him back to life was not a good idea.
In fact, it was a very bad idea.
Now Art was missing. According to Sabin, her brother never shown at their rendezvous point. At least, that’s what he’d said. But Sabin was enigmatic. Why he’d agreed to let Art use the Eye of Bastet in the ritual resurrection was still a mystery to her. The Eye was dangerous, coveted by all those who served the cause of evil and wished to see witches destroyed.
Though if anyone could control the amulet’s power and protect them, it was Sabin. His power was scary, even to someone like her. He had stronger magick than any witch she knew, than any she’d ever known of. And no one knew why.
Others of her kind didn’t trust him. But she knew from his clear, clean aura that he was good and decent, even if there was a shadow in his aura that she’d never seen before.
But now she couldn’t find Sabin, either. He’d gone to ground after informing her of her brother’s disappearance.
Which left her with Boudreau. The one man she should stay away from. The one man hadn’t been able to forget.
If she told him why Art had come back to New Orleans he’d never believe her. And the reason wasn’t important, anyway. She needed Boudreau’s help.
Copyright 2009 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.
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