Three days ago, Claire was a wife, a mother, and very much alive… then the music called for her.
Claire has one goal for the conference— to land a few big clients so that her boss will give her a badly needed raise. She pitches and prays while courting the music industry elite until her plans are derailed by hotness-in-high-heels.
Bette is at the conference on a mission—to find a human with untapped talents that she can mold and control. Bette uses her cursed violin to lure Claire in with a haunting song, which unravels Claire’s life as her new talents emerge. To make matters worse, Claire is attracted to two unlikely people— Bette and her hunky associate, Gregor. Both can light Claire’s fire, but is either of them the only one?
Unfortunately for Claire, life isn’t all song lyrics and seduction. Tied to darkness by blood and power, Claire must harness her abilities if she has any hope of returning home to her daughter and regaining her former life… if that’s what she really wants.
Kill Me, the debut novel from author Alex Owens, is a quirky paranormal fantasy complete with music, magic, fangs and freaks. It is also the first in a planned series, with the second book due out by the Fall of 2014. Be forewarned, this is not your daughter’s paranormal.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I adore paranormal novels and cut my reading teeth on Anne Rice’s books back in the day. When I started this novel, it was because I’d never quite found the book I wanted to read– one with a heroine more like myself. Not super-young and carefree, but a little more mature with a life and responsibilities.
A Vampire soccer-mom. A Witch with a crumbling marriage. A vulnerable Empath in a strip club. Crazy, I know. But fabulous fun to craft. I hope you have as much fun reading Kill Me as I did writing it!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I had very specific people in mind when I started building my book, but their personality traits became their own the minute I breathed life into them. For example Bette, one of the central characters in the book was based (physically) on Monica Belluci. From there, my characters practically wrote themselves!
The metal door swung open again and I hurried to the corner and assumed the position. In this case, that meant flopping down on the floor and grabbing my ankle like I was in pain. The man, middle aged and smelling like garlic approached me. Great, of all the people at the dinner, I had to pick the stinky one.
I contorted my face at the scent of him, which hopefully looked like a pain grimace. When he was close enough to almost step on me, I whimpered.
The man jumped, startled. “Oh! Are you okay Miss?”
He’d called me Miss, how sweet! It was almost enough for me to let him go unbitten. Then I thought of Bette and snapped back into my role.
“I think I’ve sprained my ankle. Oww!” I made a big show out of clutching my leg and for good measure I pushed my skirt up an inch further with my elbow.
“Let me get you some help.” He turned to go.
I couldn’t let that happen. “No, I’ll be fine. I do this all the time. Can you just…help me stand?”
He looked unsure and I noticed for the first time that he avoided eye contact with me, like I frightened him. Did he know what I was? No, that was impossible. It was more likely that he was phobic or something.
I held up my hand, betting that he wouldn’t just leave me hanging. I was right.
As he took my hand and bent to help me up, I decided to try Bette’s trick to soothe him. If I knew how she’d done it, my persuasion might have worked. Instead, a faint sweat broke out on the man’s brow and his heart rate doubled.
I pretended to be unsteady on my feet so that he had to hold onto me a little bit longer. There was nothing left to do but bite quickly and hope that he didn’t scream bloody murder.
“Thank you,” I said squeezing his hand. “And I’m sorry.”
“What…” his words were cut off as he looked into my face. I had no idea what I looked like at the moment, but if it mirrored the way I’d caught Bette looking at me in the hall, then I understood his terror.
The confusion that flashed across his face was replaced by blinding fear as I launched my attack. Unlike the writhing strippers, the caterer most-certainly did not enjoy being my little snack.
He didn’t scream, he didn’t fight. Still, for the length of Twinkle, Twinkle, his fear and anxiety marched over my skin like ants. Maybe I was just that green. Or maybe my other gifts were interfering. Already, being an empathic vampire was beginning to suck.
I left the man curled into the fetal position in the shadows of the hall. He whimpered like a baby and my stomach lurched at the thought of what I’d put him through. Still, a tiny part of me wasn’t concerned about the man, only satisfied and fed. That scared me more than Clive ever had.
I was becoming.
Alex Owens is a woman with little free time, which means she stays up all hours of the night putting pen to paper. By day she’s June Cleaver in jeans, and by night she writes. Somewhere in the middle of all that she finds time to tend ‘dem babies, fry up the bacon and curl up with a good book (or ten), much to the chagrin of her family. She’s currently at work on her Blood Chord Series and her Crow serials.
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