Archive for April, 2010

SUNDAY SPECIAL: Tonia Brown

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

I had the pleasure of interviewing Tonia Brown, author of the erotica/horror tale, The Blooming. She shared her love of all things hot, creepy, scary, and downright vicious.

LT: Tell our readers about your new book, The Blooming.

TB: The Blooming is an erotic zombie story set on a deserted island. A documentary film crew is hired to follow a botanist as he seeks a mythical flower. They find not only the bloom, but unbridled lust for flesh and fury.

LT: How did you come up with the idea for this story?

TB: I was approached by one of the owners of Sonar4 Publications about writing an erotic zombie story set on an island. After I confirmed that the zombies weren’t the ones getting their groove on, I wondered how I was going to incorporate sex into the story, without dipping into the forbidden area of necrophilia. The idea of the flower as the cause of all the worry came out of nowhere, and after much discussion with the spouse the plot was set.

LT: Why do you think horror and erotica blend well as a genre?

TB: Because horror and erotica are both meant to excite and tease. Sex and violence have always been married because the pair evokes such similar emotions. Heart racing terror is eerily similar to heart thumping lust. 

LT: What was challenging about writing this book?

TB: Making the sex seem natural. I didn’t want to give the appearance that the folks were just stopping to have sex so there could be naughty bits in the book. I wanted the sex to flow along with the story.

LT: Of all the characters in the story, do you have a favorite?

TB: I put a lot of myself into Jill. That said, I don’t have a rocky marriage, or own a production company. But I do share a similar first name with my spouse, and have a tendency to play the bitch when things need to get done.

LT: There are plenty of gross/funny/creepy moments in The Blooming.  Does humor come easily as part of the package?

TB: I can’t seem to write without some level of levity. I have tried, I really have! But it seems like humor creeps into everything I do. But I think that’s a good thing. After all, comic relief can be a blessing after moments of high strung terror.

LT: You always have more than one thing that you’re working on - tell us about your current projects. 

TB: It’s true, I like to keep busy!

I have an erotic steampunk series with Lyrical Press called “Clockworks and Corsets.” They just picked up the second in the series, and I am plotting the third.

Library of the Living Dead just took on my book “Lucky Stiff: Memoirs of an Undead Lover.” Its in edits right now, no release date yet.

I am also collaborating on a kid’s zombie story with another author. It’s been fun on a bun!

I have been working on a steampunk horror novel tentatively titled “The Cold Beneath” and will focus on the Victorian race for the North Pole.

LT: Is there any genre you’d love to tackle that you haven’t yet?

TB: I wished I could write more true science fiction. I love hardcore scifi, but I’m not very good at it. Perhaps I will manage it one day. I would also like to try my hand at an old fashioned mystery.

LT: What would you like to see more of (or less of) in popular literature? 

TB: Frou-frou monsters. When did vampires stop being blood sucking monsters? Why do we assume just because a man turns into a wolf he will ‘mate for life?’ When did he stop being a man? Trust me, I know lots of men, and very few of them want to mate for life.

LT: When did you know that you wanted to be a writer? 

TB: When I realized I had a story to tell. Seriously, I was at work one night, reading the seventh in a useless series, when I realized it was just like the other six books. Boring, bland and blah. I kept thinking, ‘I could have written better than that.’ So, I set out to do it.

LT: What books would you like to read soon? 

Jonathan Moon’s “Mr. Moon’s Nightmares”

David Dunwoody’s “Empire”

Stephen King’s “Under the Dome”

Seth Grahame-Smith’s “Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter”

LT: If you had a chance to write the next summer blockbuster, what would it be about?

TB: Sex, death and botany. *insert wry gin here*

LT: So, here’s your favorite question—- do you prefer your guy in boxers or briefs? 

Commando all the way baby! Free swinging and footloose! WoooooT!

LT: Is there anything you’d like to add?

TB: Read! Read! READ!

Life is better when you have tragedy to compare it with and beauty to aspire to.

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©2010 Lori Titus

Tonia Brown’s book, The Blooming, is available through Sonar4 Publications : http://www.sonar4publications.com/bloom.html or at Amazon.com.

THE CALL BEFORE THE STORM: By Liza Larregui

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

Tales of a Reluctant Fangpire—Part 5

On the way to meet with the council for my judging, my mother called. 

“What’s going on?  Why haven’t I heard from you recently?  Is everything okay?”  She rattled off in one breath.

Everything is great.  I’ve just been busy with work.”  I lied.  I had quit my job at the mortgage company the day after I was turned and since she never called there, I figured I was safe. 

“You’re lying.”  Crap, I thought.  “I called there this morning and they said you resigned two weeks ago.  What the hell is going on, Lee?  Tell me, are you in trouble?” 

How exactly does one explain to their mother that they were dead, but not really?  How does one explain that their daily requirements of blood had caused them to kill more humans than some of the most notorious serial killers in history?  One didn’t.  Lori never prepared me how to respond to such questions.  Maybe she wasn’t a very good trainer after all.

“Mom, hang on, I have another call.”  I lied again.  I pressed the mute button on my cell phone and turned to Lori.  “What exactly am I supposed to tell my mother?  And why didn’t we ever go over this stuff?”

“Oh, my fault!  I grew up as a fangpire so I never dealt with these issues.  Maybe someone at the council can help you?”  Lori kept her eyes on the road as she continued.  “Why don’t you tell her that the mortgage company actually let you go because of downsizing?  I think that’s brilliant.  Isn’t that brilliant?” 

“Brilliant.”  I said sarcastically.  “She’s going to be so annoying.  I just know it.”  Clicking the mute button again, I returned to my mother.

“Sorry, Mom.  That was my friend –”

“I don’t care who it was.  I haven’t heard from you in weeks.  I find out you quit your job from some lady in your office and then when I call to find out if my baby is okay, you put me on hold?  Don’t you dare do that again.”  She scolded as I sank in my seat.  I was twenty-three years old and my mother still had the power to make me feel like a toddler.

“Will you let me explain?” 

“This better be good.”  She said.  Even over the phone, I could feel her death stare cut right through me.

“The mortgage company let me go.  The woman you spoke to must not have known who I was because there was another girl who quit the same day.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I didn’t want you to worry.” 

“Oh, so you go MIA for two weeks.  Good job, Lee.  That won’t make your mother worry.”  Sarcasm ran in our family.

“I’m great, though.  Lori and I are taking a trip.  A girls trip.  She needed a vacation and I had some time on my hands so we are road-tripping it.  Not sure where yet but I assure you that I am safe and happy.  I promise to keep you updated.  Okay?”

“Fine.  Whatever you want.  Tell Lori I said hello.  I better get a phone call from you at least once or twice a week.  I know you’re not a baby anymore but you’re all I have.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.” 

After I disconnected the call with my mother, I turned my phone completely off and threw it in my overnight bag.  I didn’t want to deal with anyone else who also might be concerned.

“Thanks.”  I said to Lori, who was now dancing in her seat to the pop song on the radio.

“No problem, honey.  Thanks for what, though?”

“For putting me through this.  I never asked to be a fangpire.  I never asked for any of this.  I hate it.  I hate drinking blood.  I hate lying to my mother.  You wanna know what else I hate?  I hate the word FANGPIRE!”

“Oh, Lee.  Please don’t say that in front of the council.  They despise the word vampire.  Between me and you, it’s fine.  But please, whatever you do, use the word fangpire when you are there.”  She warned as she drove onto the side of the road and parked.  Turning to face me, she began to apologize.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to put you through this.  The council wanted to kill me and I had no choice.  I promise you though, that I will help you every step of the way.  It’s hard at first, I’m sure.  You will get used to it.”  She assured me.

“Is there a fangpire therapist I can go to, to work out my issues?”  I asked, somewhat jokingly.

“I’m sure we can find one.”  She said with a half smile.

“I’m starving.  Maybe that’s why I’m cranky.  Do you think we have time to stop for a bite to eat?”  It had been four hours since I had fed last.  I was getting used to a feeding every two hours, at most.

“Look over there.”  Lori pointed to a secluded park surrounded by trees.  On one of the benches sat a couple holding hands and kissing.  “I’ll take the guy.”  She whispered as she flew out of the car.  Lunch was served.

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©2010 Liza Larregui

Liza Larregui has been writing since she learned how to type at the age of five.  Only recently has she sent in work for publication.  She lives in NYC with her husband and her MacBook.