Can bad boys, I mean really bad
boys, be redeemed and become heroes? That question will be answered, at least
for demon Dante Akanto, in my new release from Ellora’s Cave Damned and Defiant. Readers love the
Alpha male and many times there’s a tortured side that makes these Alpha guys
lean toward a dark side. I asked a few friends to come up with a few movies
where the bad guy was redeemed. Redemption stories can be very powerful stories
and creates lots of conflict in a romance novel.
One on my favorite movies I think is
a great example of bad boy redeemed is Pitch
Black with Vin Diesel as Riddick. He plays a dangerous criminal
marooned on a sun-scorched planet with deadly creatures that come out when the
sun goes down. He’s their savior as the survivors struggle to fight for their
lives. Another movie is Return of the
Jedi. Darth Vader has been the evil villain throughout the series, and
in this movie, he becomes a father trying to save his son. Other characters
and/or movies: Jack Sparrow in Pirates
of the Caribbean, The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, Tim Robbins in Shawshank Redemption, Megamind and Marko Ramius in Hunt For Red October. In
National Treasure 2, Book of Secrets, the bad archeologist
sacrifices himself to save others, even
the Terminator performs an act of
heroism in one of the remakes.
When I planned the three-book
story arc for Demon in Exile I knew
Dante Akanto wasn’t the worst of the bad guys, Gwyllain, the demoness and ruler
of Anartia was the ultimate evil villain. But I planned to have Dante as a
continuing antagonist throughout the series until I got reader mail. Readers
wanted to see Dante find love. Readers cared about him, the bad guy.
They sympathized with him because
of HOW he became a demon. Over a hundred and fifty years ago, he was dying,
betrayed and murdered (almost) by his ex-wife. Demons from an alternative world
rescued him and gave him immortal life but for a price. He had to do the
demoness’s bidding. He retained his human side which is shown during various
crises.
Then in book one, Desert of the Damned, Dante does one
heroic deed and readers get a glimpse of this human side. I believe it was this
point readers found hope that he could be redeemed. What ordeals does he have
to go through to get there? What choices? And at what cost? That’s the
rollercoaster ride Dante is faced in book three. Demon and mortal in one Alpha
body struggling on two war fronts— an alternative dimension and Earth. Check
out Damned and Defiant to see if love and courage can conquer the demon.
Damned and Defiant
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Ellora’s Cave, Release date:
August 15
ISBN: 9781419940804
Book 3 in the Demons in Exile series.
Blurb:
Mortal women surrender to Dante’s seductions. He is a Drone,
an immortal who feeds off their lifeforce energy—the chi that keeps his kind
alive. When his dimension is on the edge of destruction, Dante must seek the
help of one special woman.
Haley Moore is a Sha Warrior—a mortal with excess lifeforce
energy. She has always had a strong attraction to Dante and when they meet
again he thinks luck is on his side because his quota of chi energy would be
obtained after one scorching scene with this mortal. But the problem is that he
is overwhelmingly attracted to her and once with this woman won’t be enough.
Haley tries to draw out the man buried deep within the demon.
Their fierce, undeniable passion unravels his plans and threatens her life. Can
Dante bear to abandon her when he leaves Earth forever? Dante will have to
choose whether to return to his world or to give up his immortality and share
his future with Haley.
Excerpt: (Copyright 2012, Kathy Kulig. All rights reserved.)
The
skinwalker—part man, part coyote—shifted into his human form as he gazed upon
the young woman, his quarry. She removed her clothes and dropped them onto the
cool, desert sand. She gave him a lustful glance as if she was the one
controlling the seduction. “Nice trick with the coyote. Are you a magician?”
Her words were slurred. But the trance hadn’t taken hold.
“Something
like that,” he answered. He felt a flush of heat on his face. How the hell was
she still aware? Something wasn’t right. This Kithra was different than the
others, and he wasn’t sure why. He slid his hands over her arms and sparks
skidded across her skin.
“I
love the desert at night,” she added as her eyelids flickered. The air around
her body crackled with electricity, her short, blonde hair stood out from the
static. Not his usual choice for Kithras. He preferred ones with long, dark
hair like the Drones from Prygos. It had to be her level of energy that drew
him to this one.
“Yes,”
he murmured, then waved his hand over her face, deepening the trance with
little effort. He extended a finger and ran it down the side of her cheek, her
neck, between her small breasts and cut diagonally across her flat stomach to
her narrow hips. When his finger skimmed close to her pubic area she shivered
and moaned. She was a slight creature with an athletic build. He preferred his
Kithra to have a few more curves but she would provide adequate chi for his
needs. Pointing to the blanket, he smiled when she complied and stretched out
on it, her arms and legs spread.
Dante
Akanto gave her a knowing smile, stepped back and paced around the naked woman.
He watched her hands slide over her breasts and rub her pussy. “Fuck me,
Dante.” She writhed on the Navajo blanket, deep in the sexual trance, almost
ready for the offering. A rush of hot, sexual sensations surged through him and
his cock hardened. No! He had to fight his urges or he’d risk killing her
during the collection.
Beside
her, a campfire blazed, keeping away the night creatures of the Arizona desert.
She moaned, teasing him with her sultry movements and her scent. The look she
gave him made him ache with a desperate hunger. The woman’s sexual appetite
could yank her out of the trance if he wasn’t careful. Dante swirled the energy
field around her, easing her deeper into his spell. Her eyes glazed over.
Better.
Finally, this Kithra was becoming receptive to his influences. Her energy level
was high and hard to manage. Probably a Sha Warrior. Lucky for him to pick a
mortal with so much lifeforce. He’d meet his quota after this collection.
Moving over to his Harley, he removed the rest of his clothes, cowboy boots,
leather pants and hung them over his bike.
Naked
and fully aroused, he stood over her and stroked his cock. The woman was quite
beautiful. Was she purposefully downplaying her appearance by wearing worn
jeans and a baggy T-shirt? What struck Dante the most was her eyes. Large and
golden brown, they shone with intelligence, but also appeared dark with
despair. Like a polished jewel that had lost its sparkle. He sensed a toughness
within her, a fear maybe, brought on by a life of tragedy or loss.
Don’t get personal with
your quarry.
He’d
seen her walking along the highway alone. Young, attractive, fearless and
carrying a backpack. A traveler? Homeless? He didn’t know. She was the perfect
Kithra or quarry. She accepted his offer for a ride, with a little telepathic
influence on his part, and he’d driven her out into the desert. No one would
see them here.
She’d
laughed when he’d swung the bike off the road, heading into open desert. While
he made a campfire, she’d taken his Navajo blanket from the saddlebag and
spread it out by the fire. Now naked and in trance, he craved to take her as a
mortal man would take a mortal woman, but he couldn’t. She didn’t need to be
naked for the collection. And tonight it was making his task more difficult.
Dante
had to make his quota of human lifeforce energy to the demoness of Anartia. The
immortals needed his offering to maintain their world. If he failed, he’d be
replaced—destroyed—by Gwyllain, or her consort Tarik, the rulers of Anartia.
The woman watched him
with hunger and lust in her eyes. The need to climax was great. His cock ached.
But he’d have to wait until the offering. Stay in control. The more he teased
and prolonged her orgasm, the better the harvest of chi. She whimpered as she
watched him work his cock.
Straddling
her body, he knelt on either side of her waist. Dante leaned forward and
stroked her breasts, then eased his hand over her belly and between her legs.
The woman sucked in a breath. The aura around her body told him she was close
but he wasn’t ready to harvest her energy yet. As he rubbed her clit, cream
coated her folds and moistened his finger. He plunged inside her pussy and
shoved deep. She cried out, raising her hips off the blanket. The scent of her
arousal was mixed with the scents of the desert—the earth, the sage and
mesquite. He loved the desert, and he loved taking his Kithra here. The
distraction of its beauty helped him control his own desire.
“Fuck
me or lick me. I can’t wait any more.” She reached down and grabbed his cock
and squeezed him.
Damn,
it felt good. But he pulled her hand away and pressed both arms above her head.
He couldn’t risk having her touch him like that. It’d been so long since he’d
had the pleasure to seek release with a human.
Leaning
forward, he brushed his lips over her nipple, then bit gently and rolled his
tongue over the erect peak. He repeated the tease to the other nipple and she
moaned in pleasure. “So good,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
He didn’t even know her name. No matter. She wouldn’t remember him after the
collection. “Stay still,” he ordered.
“Yes.”
She nodded and stopped writhing but he still ached to drive his cock into her.
A vibration surged through him as he prepared for the harvest. Opening his
mouth, he held his lips close to hers without touching. She parted her lips as
if anticipating a deep kiss and her chi energy flowed in a stream of light from
her mouth into his. She cried out as the orgasm shattered her but he held her
down. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened, his body tensed, aching for
release as the chi energy rushed into him. Control, control. He had to slow
down or he’d drain her.
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I love your blog, Cerise! Thanks so much for having me as a
guest!!!
All the best,
Kathy Kulig
www.kathykulig.blogspot.com
1 comment:
Thanks again for having me today Cerise. :)
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