To celebrate my favorite month, I’m writing about what
happens when horror meets romance… paranormal romance!
Although I write hot and spicy romances for AQP, I actually
started out writing horror stories. (For some, that might seem like an odd
combination, but it works for me. One half of my brain writes the horror, and
the half writes the romance.) Since I grew up reading horror fiction and
watching horror movies, it only seemed natural. (After all, Halloween is my
favorite holiday!) Later, I branched out into science fiction and published 40
or so pulp fiction-style sci-fi stories for the Sun.
I like writing horror fiction because I get to explore
different settings, plots, and characters that I couldn’t develop in romance.
Sometimes after working on several romances, I’ll switch moods and write a
horror story to give my brain and writing muscles a change of pace.
My horror short stories are more psychological/spooky/creepy
than gory, and it’s fun to add something scary (or strange!) into a romance.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep a paranormal romance within bounds – to blend just
enough horror elements into the love story without grossing out the
heroine/hero…. Other times the challenge is creating a believable plot or
finding a way to make a “monster” attractive/romantic/sexy. With paranormals,
you never know where a story idea will come from.
For example, my contemporary paranormal Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover
started out with the premise – “What if a vampire went to the beach and fell in
love with a surfer?”The book is extra
“unique” in that it’s told in first person from the male character’s point of
view. I made Cassie (the vampire) sympathetic and sexy, and not overtly
terrifying – yet she still flexed her vampire muscles when she wanted to.
My second paranormal, Beauty & the Bigfoot sprung from
another “what if” idea. What if a girl fell in love with a Sasquatch? And, what
if her father was the town crackpot Bigfoot hunter? I wrote the story as a
contemporary comedy (how could it not be?) and had great fun creating the
oddball characters and their wacky situations. And yes, there’s plenty of
romance between Tara and her sexy Sasquatch. Writing the love scenes was
challenging – I had to keep things interesting, yet write them in a way that
was believable to the readers and characters. (It must have worked because the
book got several great reviews and readers love the chemistry between the two
Killer in Wolf’s Clothing (released in July) is my most
recent paranormal and it’s also my second gay romance. But it’s not your usual
werewolf love story - readers should
know that Deke, the werewolf character, doesn’t actually turn into a “wolf” –
he becomes an aggressive Alpha male. As I say in the book, “It’s more Incredible
Hulk than American Werewolf in London.”
AlthoughKiller in Wolf’s Clothing is my
third paranormal romance, I almost had a problem writing the story because I’m
“old-school” when it comes to creatures of the night and I expect my werewolves
to be violent and vicious (like my vampires) not cuddly. In my opinion, if a
person is going to turn into a werewolf/wolf-man, he should look like the
werewolves in the movie Dog Soldiers.
(A horror movie which I highly recommend!)
But Deke is a badass and the antagonist, Blayne, is just
about as violent and vicious as you can get (without fangs and claws). I hope
readers enjoy the story and the characters. This book was a lot of fun to write
and although it’s dark in places, Larry lightens the mood with his offbeat
sense of humor.
As soon as we got to my place,
Cassie had me close all the blinds and run a hot shower. She stripped in the middle
of the living room and casually tossed her clothes on the couch.
I stood gaping at her like I’d
never seen a naked woman before. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered. And I meant
it. Her pale skin was flawless, and the sight of her perky breasts made my mouth water.
Cassie stepped in front of me and
ran her fingertips down my bare chest. Her touch sent a shiver through me, but
for some reason, it aroused me.
I moaned and closed my eyes. Cassie slid her cold hand lower, past my
ribs, down to the waistband of my bathing suit—then stopped and pulled away. I
opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of her as she headed into the steamy
bathroom. For a second, it looked like she was vanishing into vapor. I shook my
head to clear it, then followed her in…
nonsense! That’s your mother’s side of the family talking,” her father said,
dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “The scientists will have their own
name for him. Stay here and feed him some hot dogs.” He tossed the package of
raw hot dogs to her. “I’m going inside to get the video camera.”
Her father left
her there, cradled in Bigfoot’s—Joe’s—arms.
“So, what do
you like to do for fun? I figure you’re an outdoorsy kinda of guy, huh?”
Joe blinked at
her a few times, and she smiled. “You know, Joe, if you weren’t so hairy, you’d
be cute. Some women like the hairy caveman-type of guy. Me, not so much. But
you sure are strong and muscular.”
cheep.” Joe’s top lip peeled back into something that looked like a sneer.
“Did you say
something? Oh wow! That’s rich! Wait till my father hears this. You say your
first words and he misses them! I’ve heard the screeching vocalizations you
guys make before, but never—”
Joe pressed her
face against his chest, muffling her words. The chains rattled as he smoothed
her loose hair with his left hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled Joe’s musky,
yet sweet, scent. A moment later, the shed felt like it was spinning and
fading. Her breathing slowed, and her nipples hardened under her T-shirt. A
warm tingle spread through her, then she went limp in Joe’s arms.
He’s turning me on. What the hell is
to regain her senses and pulled away. Joe huffed and sneered again.
hungry? Why don’t we have a snack?” She opened the package of raw hot dogs and
held one out to him. He snatched it from her, then shoved the whole thing in
“Well at least you’ve got better manners than
my last date. He—” Her words were cut off as Joe stuffed a hot dog into her
mouth. A second later, he took it out, trailed it around her lips, and huffed.
Joe slipped the
hot dog into her mouth again, then wiggled it around. He took it all the way
out, then eased it back in again.
She arched an
eyebrow. Was it her imagination, or was Joe being perverted?
stared at the carpet while Deke talked to Lobo and Lono. Except for the fact
that one had honey-blond hair, he couldn’t tell the twins apart. They were
built like professional wrestlers and stood well over six and a half feet tall.
They each had brown eyes and wore sleeveless black spandex T-shirts. Their
biceps were bigger than his thighs.
kept eyeing him up, and it made him nervous. He hoped his price of admission
wasn’t bending over for them. If they were as well hung and as horny as Deke,
it would be like getting balled by an elephant.
sent you? I always liked Slave Steve,” Lobo said as he tucked Daisy’s note into
yours?” Lono asked Deke.
nodded. “He gives good head.”
it,” Lono said, folding his arms across his chest.
turned to him. “On your knees.”
looked from Deke to Lono and back to Deke. Who was he supposed to blow? All of
them? Lono or Lobo? Or Deke?
master gave you an order,” Lobo said.
got on his knees. Why didn’t Deke ask them about Blayne? They were security,
they would know about the fight last month.
unfastened his jeans and pulled them past his hips. He didn’t bother with
underwear. “Here you go. Start sucking, slave.”
As most everyone knows, I write
spicy romances and spooky horror fiction. For some, that might seem an odd
combination, but it works for me. I like to say that “one half of my brain
writes the horror, and the half writes the romance.”
I grew up in a very
rural town in upstate New York and each October I was entranced by colorful
fall leaves, endless corn fields, pumpkin patches, creepy houses, old
cemeteries…and my imagination. I read horror fiction and watched Twilight
Zone reruns, so it only seemed natural that I’d write horror fiction.
(After all, Halloween is my favorite holiday!) Later, I branched out into
writing romance, and of course, paranormal romance.
So far, I’ve written three paranormal romances for Amber
Quill Press (Killer in Wolf’s Clothing, Confessions of a
Vampire’s Lover, and Beauty & the Bigfoot).
Confessions of aVampire’s Lover
offers a different view of a vampire romance. For starters, the novella is told
in the first person from the hero’s point of view. The story also makes use of
an unusual setting – the beach.
So, how did this story come about? My original idea for the
story was: “What if a vampire went to the beach and fell in love?” (It’s sort
of a twisted summer romance…)
I’m married to a surfer and one of our trips to the beach
got my imagination going. I liked the idea of contrasting typical
sun-worshipping beachgoers and surfers with a darkness-loving elusive vampire.
(Besides, what could be more mismatched than a die-hard surfer falling in love
with a nocturnal blood-drinker?)
Although the story is about a vampire, I wanted to keep the
central focus on Brian and Cassie’s relationship and not on the ‘bloodier’
aspects of vampirism. I think there’s a fine line when blending horror and
romance into paranormal romance. Too much gore or a “too terrifying” creature
can snap the readers (and the characters) out of the romance and into a full-on
I love combining my two favorite genres into one great
story. (You can check out my romances and horror stories on my blog) Some
people think it’s strange, but writing horror lets me explore characters,
settings, and plots you don’t normally find in romance. And every so often,
it’s good to mix the two a little and see what happens.
Here’s a book summary and a steamy excerpt from Confessions
of a Vampire’s Lover.
The moment Brian spotted Cassie sitting on the moonlit
beach, he was hooked. Beautiful, smart, and sexy, Cassie is the girl of his
dreams. She didn’t mind that he spent the hot summer days riding the ocean
waves, because once the sun set, he belonged to her–all night long!
Everything is perfect between them–until Brian discovers
Cassie’s shocking secret. Can Brian give up the sun, sand, and surf to be with
the woman he loves?
She draped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, as
if she were hungry for my touch. Her wet lips met mine, and a shock coursed
through my entire body. Cassie’s lips were soft and supple, but ice cold. It
was the strangest kiss I’d ever experienced, and it stirred something primal in
I let out a throaty groan as a hot rush of blood surged to
my cock. I stiffened in an instant and clasped Cassie’s buttocks hard. A
burning desire to have her overtook me, and I fought the urge to push her down
on the sand and shove myself into her—anything to release my raging need.
Cassie kissed me deeper and twisted her tongue around mine.
The world seemed to spin, and once again I felt myself falling under her spell.
I was hers, willing to do whatever she wanted. After a moment, she released me.
“Wait for me on
the beach. I’ll let you take me any way you want,” she whispered, then dove
back into the water.
I made my way to shore as quietly as possible and flopped
onto the sand. My heart raced out of control and my stiff cock ached with every
I closed my eyes and tried to think rationally. What was
Cassie doing out there? Nobody could see in the ocean at night or safely swim
with sharks after dark. Maybe Cassie was a mermaid. I chuckled at my own stupidity. Mermaids weren’t cold, they couldn’t vanish into thin air, and they
didn’t hide from the sun. That was a vamp—
“Look what I found.”
I opened my eyes. Cassie stood over me, holding something
shiny in her hand. The gold ring gleamed in the moonlight. I took it from her
and studied it. The stone was dark, almost blood red. I handed it back to her
and she slipped it on her ring finger.
“You really should let me explore for awhile. There are a
lot of interesting things down there,” she said.
I scowled. “How did you find that in the water? It’s pitch
“Don’t ask, Brian.” Cassie straddled my hips and kissed me. She bent close,
offering me her breast. I drew it into my mouth and sucked eagerly. To my
surprise, she felt flushed and warm, and tasted salty, like the ocean.
Cassie gasped and arched her head back. “Make love to me, Brian. I want to feel
alive,” she said as she unzipped my jeans….
Here’s what reviewers had to say:
“In Confessions of a
Vampire’s Lover, Kelli A Wilkins writes a story filled
with seeming incongruities. It is only one of a dozen reasons her stories are
so intriguing and exciting. She manages to put such a variety of characters
together, and melding them so perfectly you never notice the things that
shouldn’t be possible. Her stories premises always seem to include the unusual,
and that is evident in her very unique ways of telling her tales, whether they
are fantasy, contemporary, or paranormal. Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover
makes for interesting reading, and a story too good to put down. If you want a
good look into one of the world of Kelli A Wilkins, then head on over to Amber
Quill Press and look for her book Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover.” - Rose,
“My first thought after finishing Confessions of a Vampire’s
Lover was “what a fun story.” Kelli A. Wilkins has spun a fast, entertaining,
deliciously wicked tale that was wonderfully satisfying. What makes Confessions
of a Vampire’s Lover somewhat unusual is that the story is written in the first
person, entirely from the hero’s point of view. I was delighted by Confessions
of a Vampire’s Lover. It’s fascinating and sensual with two immensely likeable
protagonists. I am fast becoming a fan of Ms. Wilkins’s stories and look
forward to reading more of her work in the future.” - Shayna, Reviewer,
“3 Coffee Cups! “Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover” is a hot
read. Cassie is a person who goes after what she wants. I loved the way she
could often read Brian’s thoughts and end his sentences before he spoke. Some
of their more ardent moments were so visual, I could almost see the intensity
on their faces. Kelli A. Wilkins creates two different characters who connect
well with each other and with the reader. She pens a delightful story I could
read again and still fall in love with Cassie and Brian all over again. This
enchanting tale has a way of spreading sunshine to the heart.” - Cherokee,
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
“4 Stars! Wow! Confessions of a Vampire's Lover is one
scorching read. When I said that Brian and Cassie couldn’t keep their hands off
each other, I wasn’t joking. The sex between these two was so steamy that if it
got any hotter, Brian and Cassie would be on fire. At just only 49 pages,
Confessions of a Vampire's Lover is one quick read and I have put Kelli A.
Wilkins on my must read list.” - Cheryl, Reviewer, Manic Readers
Don't miss the next blog - Halloween is just around the corner!
Billy wrinkled his nose as
he entered the dimly lit shop. The air smelled funny, like a mix of spices and
smoke. He closed the door behind him, cutting himself off from the outside
world. His mind fired a jumble of warnings. Nobody knew where he was… he wasn’t
supposed to be here… who knew what might happen to him?
He fought the urge to yank
open the door and run, but he couldn’t. He had work to do. It had taken every
bit of courage he had to get this far, and he wasn’t going to give up now.
Everyone in town knew where the voodoo-lady practiced her magic—but no kid in fourth
grade had ever been brave enough to come inside before.
The red curtain behind the
high wooden counter whipped open. An ancient black woman wearing a bright
yellow dress stood in the doorway, looking him up and down. She frowned.
“Little boy, what you doin’ here? Don’ you know better?”
My humorous sci-fi short,
"Not Your Ordinary Little Green Men" is one of 14 sci-fi tales
appearing in What if…. Each story is unique and is based around
the concept of “what if…” In “Not Your Ordinary Little Green Men”, a young
couple moves into an old Victorian house and discovers they’re not alone.
Sam grabbed a handful of yellowed "Not of This
World" newsletters and dumped them into a trashbag. Everywhere he looked,
he found books and pulp magazines about UFOs, aliens, and mystical creatures.
"No wonder everyone thought the old lady was a wacko," he muttered.
He glanced at the cover of a sci fi magazine. The poorly drawn illustration
showed three little green men standing next to a rocket. He frowned. Maybe
these magazines had given Margie the idea about the pixies, or maybe she'd been
hearing the strange noises at night, too.
As almost everyone knows, Halloween is my favorite holiday,
and before I started writing erotic romances, I wrote lots of horror stories.
When I was growing up, I always wanted one of my horror stories to get published
in an anthology so people could read it. Well, I'm happy to say that my horror
fiction has appeared in several print and online anthologies.
And even though I’m writing romances, my horror stories have
a special place in my heart! Don’t worry, I haven’t stopped writing horror -
new stories will be out in the next few months. Until then, here's a little bit
of backstory about each of these tales of terror:
My Halloween-themed short, Kropsy'sCursewas published in the October
2003 issue of The Far Sector SFFH and is available in electronic
format from Fictionwise. (Isn’t that a great cover?!) I actually had the ending
to this little gem in my head before I knew the rest of the story. In this
tale, I combine the best of Halloween/horror themes into a quick and spooky
read. Remember folks, if you go exploring a graveyard on Halloween, leave the
ouija board home!
Kyle’s sneakers slipped on the dewy grass as he followed Jerry down the last
hill in the cemetery. The moon appeared as a slit in the night sky. Dark clouds
occasionally floated out of its way, and a sliver of pale yellow mixed with the
A field of headstones stretched before them. The white marble markers, old and
worn, were sunk into the ground and leaning in different directions. Kyle knew
they had to be in this section, the neglected part of the cemetery, for tonight's
“Just an InnocentLittle Cat” was published in Dark Things II: Cat Crimes:Tales of Feline Mayhem and Murder. The character of Chester is based on
a real-life orange cat with an attitude. Cats are loyal and devoted creatures –
and they’re damn smart, too. This “tail” is a good example of what could happen
if you don’t stay on a cat’s good side. All proceeds from sales of this
anthology go to several cat sanctuaries across the USA.
Chester sat on the bathroom floor with his tail wrapped
around his body. He arched his neck and lifted his nose high in the air. Eggs
and bacon. Betty was making food downstairs. That left him alone with Danny.
leapt onto the side of the blue bathtub and sat on the rim, just outside the
shower curtain. The hot water was running inside the tub, and he twitched his
nose at the harsh-scented detergents filling the room. He studied the shadow of
the fat man as he moved around behind the thin curtain.
night, he’d decided that Danny had to go. Before Danny came, Betty used to have
her lady friends over to visit. They played something called “Scrabble.”
Sometimes, the little brown pieces of tile landed on the floor and he swatted
them under the couch. It was a fun game. But now, the nice ladies didn’t visit
anymore. Danny wouldn’t allow them to come here. This made Betty sad.
After a few minutes, Danny turned off the water and opened the shower curtain.
He yelped and stepped back.
“Damn thing! Get the hell out of here!”
Chester riveted his gaze on Danny, then hissed.
“Ma, hey, ma!” Danny screamed and covered himself with his hands. “Get this cat
As most everyone knows by now, I not only write sizzling
erotic romances, I also write short horror fiction. I’m kicking off my month of
horror blogs with a look at two of my short stories that have appeared in
If you’re looking for a gift for someone who likes to read
horror stories - or if you’re a horror fan who wants to get in the spirit of
the holiday season, Frightmares and Haunted are just for you!
Haunted is a collection of 42 stories about haunted places!
Set in a haunted house, “Whispers from the Past” blends the paranormal with a
startling bit of reality. The anthology is available in paperback and
Here’s an excerpt:
Paul rolled over in the narrow twin bed and tried to ignore the faint
whispers. No matter what he did, they invaded his mind like silvery moonbeams.
He closed his eyes and counted to fifty, hoping to focus on anything but
those quiet sounds on the edge of his sanity. Ghosts did not exist, yet he was
hearing eerie noises in the dead of night.
The whispers grew louder, more insistent. Now and then, he could make out a
word or two in the hushed voice he recognized from long ago. It can't
really be him. It's just my over-stimulated imagination, or maybe the contest
people are playing tricks on me.
He snapped back the bedclothes and stood up. The whispery voice fell silent.
He let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.
My flash fiction story, “Death is Just a Tick Away” appeared
in Dark Moon Digest’s e-magazine (Issue #1), and it also appears in the Frightmares:A Fistful of Flash Fiction Horror paperback anthology published by Dark
Moon Books. The story is based on a real superstition!
The book is a compilation of dozens of flash fiction horror
stories. Each tale is under 500 words and is a quick read. The authors weren’t
limited to a central theme (vampires, zombies, or haunted places), so each
story is completely unique.
Here’s an excerpt:
couldn’t sleep. The ticking echoed through the house. Even at 35 years old, the
damn thing still spooked him. Lots of families passed down stories to scare
kids, but most of them didn’t involve cursed objects that could kill.
was seven when Dad had told him about the clock. His great, great grandfather
had severely beaten a servant who had forgotten to wind the clock, and the old
lady had cast the curse on them. If ever the clock was allowed to wind down to
a stop, one of his family members would die.
days ago, Dave’s father had been found lying at the base of the black walnut
clock, one arm stretched toward the ten-foot high carved demon. Paramedics said
he had suffered a heart attack. But Dave thought he knew better. Dad had been
trying to wind the clock.
Next week on the blog I’ll share two more
horror stories! And I've also added links to my horror stories on
the blog’s upper right corner.